#It becomes glaringly obvious

[mostlylurkinbarelypostin]

Once you see byler, you can’t unsee byler.

[kalinara]

(Women of Marvel)

Jean's so incredibly powerful, even before recombining with the Phoenix, that I get so amused when she can't do some basic domestic shit.

(I also have the headcanon that the woman, fire goddess that she may be, cannot carry a tune in a bucket.)

Fortunately, she's got Scott Summers as a house husband, and he clearly couldn't be happier.

[soliloquy-ingthelifeaway]

just saw the replay of the sprint, max told his team on the radio to check whether oscar had deliberately slowed and gave the position to lando. he asked to get it reported. Max knows it very well that norris couldn't have overtaken piastri on his own

[brandinotbroke]

btw blender and gimp take half an eternity to load on windows (with SSD!) but load within a split second on linux

at this point i genuinely don't think i will switch to win 12 if it ever comes out, i'll just switch fully to linux

[sophfandoms53]

Cory constantly mentioning in his interviews how competitions have become everything in MODERN BB specifically and clearly being bothered by it, he just like us fr

[feliciadraws]

I might not be playing it, but since @mikanashii and I are both screaming about FFXIV right now, I had a go at designing my own would-be Warrior of Light character! And here she is! Her name is Lila Dawnefyre, and although she often gets mistaken for a spellcaster because of her glasses, she is actually a paladin! A native to Ul'Dah, while she's technically a squire, she still trains under the Sultansworn, in between being an adventurer of course. She's kind, sweet and breezy in nature, but on the battlefield she is an absolute lioness and never hesitates to protect her allies, and she can and will kick your butt if she needs to.

Oh and I also ship her with Haurchefant. Because of course I do.

[gayautobotwolves]

Can we talk about how frickin’ massive Hashtag is for a minute. All of the triplets are big as heck but Hashtag TOWERS over her siblings. Especially Twitch.

[elliebell77]

sorry i villified the babygirl (fellswap gold sans)

(writing under the cut)

Wine was a nice guy.

No, more than a nice guy. Wine was a GOOD guy. He did good things, for good people. He baked in his free time, and gave it to his boss. Bet you didn't know that, did you? Yeah, Wine wasn't just nice. He was generous. He was kind. 

"Okay, okay, you're kind! Please don't hurt me!"

Wine scoffed, flicking the cat monster's ear irritably and turning away from it. Though, it, too, was another example of Wine's benevolence; a criminal, heroically apprehended. This one was breaking curfew. Can you believe that? It can't be THAT hard to just... stay home at certain hours of the day. Rulebreakers like them were the reason Wine had to work such late hours to just keep his country safe.

The skeleton started pacing, perfectly spaced footsteps crunching in the snow. It got in his boots, of course; it always did in this part of the forest. Gods, Wine hated Snowdin. Wait, was he yelling just now? Sorry. See, he's kind; he said sorry. Sorry is a kind thing to say.

Anyway. What were they talking about? Oh, yes, Wine's compassion.

What was everyone's problem, anyway? He could never go more than an hour without someone bitching at him about his work or picking up his sock or putting arsenic in the cookies or delivering this or that or... just... always doing things for people. Like a fucking cabin boy. Can you believe that? The great and kindhearted Sans Serif, doing fetch quests for his higher ups. And especially that stupid fucking lizard bitch. if he has to deliver one more goddamn LOVE LETTER to that fucking GLORIFIED SUSHI ROLL of a royal scientist, he swore to the gods almightly he would BLAST SOMEO--

A scream echoed through the forest, scaring away whatever birds were brave enough to stick around during Wine's ranting. 

"...Oops." Well, that was... unfortunate. The skeleton sighed, brushing dust off his armor.

"...I... suppose, you have learned your lesson?" Wine cleared his throat awkwardly when the charred mess of a monster on the ground didn't respond. Well, other than a groan, but that wasn't really a response, or at least not a proper one. How rude.

Still, Wine was a kind skeleton, and he was in a good mood, so he made a vague shooing gesture to the cat to indicate that it was free to leave, before promptly turning around and strutting away through the forest back to town, satisfied that his work was done here. And he didn't even punish the rulebreaker for its rudeness.

He was such a nice guy.

[thywheelof-fate]

if left alone for long enough I will once again think about Modern!Durge as a deeply, deeply disturbed private Catholic school student whose father is the principal of the school

Durge being allowed to do awful bad wrong things because Father aims their hand towards the weak and unworthy, the sinners that need to be purged from this Earth. Durge on their knees in the confessional booth knowing damn well that the words they utter will find their way into their Father's ears. Durge drinking the wine and drinking blood and staring up at the crucifix thinking, yes, children were born to suffer for their Fathers.

They're pushed to excel in every field, to bring good honor to their family name, to never be caught unawares for who knows when the Lord will come to take them. They pray every day, hands clutching rosary beads tight enough to draw blood.

Father doesn't want them distracted, ridding their world of modern comfort (work of the devil) that could distract them from being God's Holy Knife. What use does a tool have for such things? They think that Father must have begged God to be Adam, fashioning a perfect heir out of his own rib.

They are strangled by the tight rope of purity: the only way another person would stain their skin is with their last breaths. They snap angrily at casual brushes, rushing to wash themself clean and raw lest Father find out through their scent alone.

Father always finds out. They take his 'forgiveness' with grace.

There is a boy from the public school only a few streets away. They see him at fencing matches, catch a glimpse of him during debate competitions, see him dressed in opposing school colors during soccer games. They're falling into each other's orbits slowly but surely, and they want to gouge his eyes out as much as stick their tongue in between the seams of his lips.

They'd properly meet at a regional debate competition. It was painfully unsexy and awkward, but Durge didn't know anything better and Enver didn't want anything better. He whispers understanding against their skin. It is the first time that someone has touched them and they do not feel the need to burn the touch off.

They pray for forgiveness, but neither Father in heaven or earth will forgive this. Perhaps that is for the best.

[triglycercule]

i want to headcanon the mtt having absolutely terrible hygiene and struggling to keep themselves clean (this MAY... just QUITE POSSIBLY.... only in the SLIGHTEST bit be projection) but i think it would be too gross and man EVEN I dont wanna think about that

also killer canonically smells good and i actually really LIKE that idea so oh shit there goes that idea out the window. horror and dust youre my only hope please let me make you smell bad for reasons you won't understand

[lateseptemberdawn]

No but like. Men could be the lowest of the low, not be knowing the most basic shit, inept at wit or anything else pertaining to the brain or mind or conscious, and yet the audacity be there. Like. How.

[luvrsbian]

took a break from writing this week to work on going to a convention today!! only took pics with any eddie cosplayer i met cause i’m normal and got this fun little haul!

[fatal-blow]

this is extremely relatable, but also

if this happens to you, this might be a sign that you actually do need rest. if you cannot do the thing, but youre sitting in one hunched over position, all tensed up over your phone, this can be harmful to your body. it takes a lot of muscle effort to hold the positions it takes to sit and scroll on your phone, and this is part of why you still end up exhausted after a day of seemingly doing nothing.

instead, if you cannot do the thing, treat yourself as if you need rest. you are too sick to do the thing. go lie down, get cozy, and try to relax. worst case scenario, youre letting yourself take a break. best case scenario, youve at least broken the cycle and you might even actually be able to do the thing after lying down for a bit!

but yeah. if you cannot convince your body to do the thing, then maybe what it really needs is rest.

this randomly blew up on twitter so i figured i’d post it here bc lord knows everyone on this app is neurodivergent

[travellingseal]

after a whole day long mental breakdown all i'm feeling rn is completely wrung out

[jack-owo-valentine]

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[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Donald Trump became the first former American president to be convicted of felony crimes today as the jury found him guilty of all 34 charges in a scheme to illegally influence the 2016 election through a hush money payment to an adult film actress who said the two had sex.

However, we must refrain from perpetuating the “historic conviction no one is above the law in the greatest country on earth” narrative.

Let’s remember that he has become the first convicted felon among a lineup of war criminals, mass murderers, rapists, and slavers. Their crimes have included enabling genocide, setting up torture sites, invading other countries, exploiting the global south, ethnically cleansing indigenous people etc. Of course, Trump is also guilty of several of these crimes.

A glaringly obvious recent example is Dick Cheney - and his team - not being prosecuted for lying about Iraq having weapons of mass destruction. We were all expected to just move on from that lie.

The fact that the first ever Presidential conviction is over hush money to cover a sex scandal is not at all surprising however, it is revealing.