#Our World is Sinking

[mo-ok]

you know what? out of all the contrived, forced, overly dramatic reasons to stop our heroes from being able to suit up, "i cant take my suit with me because it smells of all the blood i've shed in it and i cant handle the thought of triggering the child i'm about to go see" is NOT what i expected to come out of fucking battle fever J

[unironicallycringe]

immersion be damned that twink can drive a truck

[lakecountylibrary]

That moment when someone asks, hesitantly, how much it will cost and I get to say :D it's free :D :D

[teambleckpowa]

this isnt even affecting me directly but i am. beyond worried. about the consequences this will have here. the conservative party was already in the lead in voting intention polls i dont want to think about how emboldened they will feel now.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I fucking HATE how the fandom treats m.ine. it's so bad 😭

[yikes077]

Something that I find interesting about any kind of algorithm, or lack there of, on social media apps is the way some people now get their news. Like my main used social apps are tumblr, YouTube, and YikYak (this app has a point system for when people find me funny and therefore has a dopamine chokehold on me) and I never have any idea what is happening in the actually news unless I go looking for it.

Like right now on tumblr the popular tags make no immediate sense to me until I dig into what’s happening and look for myself. The tags seem very random, but if you know what’s going on you can see that it’s Palestine, social justice, and human rights because a big political war is going on and something just happened with it. The superbowl and Travis Kelce are trending bc the Super Bowl just happened and Travis Kelce was in it and something just happened. The Deadpool trailer just dropped and people are excited, something is happening with the Sims, and photography is really taking off. I didn’t even know those things were happening.

And if you look at either my for you page, or my following page, I am seeing none of it because my fav bakugou x reader headcannon writer just dropped several posts and I will be devouring it all immediately.

[dragonwolfe22]

People seem to have a lot of strong opinions about the correct way to handle dishes, which is very funny (frustrating) when you also see they have a wide variety of assumptions about what everybody else's kitchen set-up obviously looks like.

[pepprs]

my mom isn’t letting my dad go back to his office bc him being out of the house stresses her out and makes her have a flare up and it’s like kind of insane. like i understand why the idea of him doing that would make her panicky and angry as someone who also struggles w separation anxiety and abandonment shit / has physical symptoms from that kind of stress (though not to the same degree ofc) but also he is a grown man. he should be allowed to go to his office and not have to shape his entire life around her needs. and she keeps guilt tripping him out of it and it’s impacting his quality of life a lot and the whole thing is kind of… hm

[quillheel]

// dyn. tag dump! @tenebriism // @gldhte // @theyrots // @cardedsoul

━ ♔ Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside / We'd sit back and watch the world go by ━ SANS/O’DELLE: theyrots

━ ♔ Just believe me when I say / I mean no harm; open arms; I will keep you safe until you / Pass me the knife ━ AKECHI/YUSUKE: tenebriism

━ ♔ Silver; crystal; carousel your effervescent touch / But everybody knows that home is where your teeth sink love ━ BILLY/STU: cardedsoul

━ ♔ After the foxes have known our taste; After the raven has had his say; I'd be home with you / I'd be home with you ━ LINK/GAIA: gldhte

[cxnsolatio]

TAG DROP!!

CHARACTER & GROUP TAGS

✚ | ❝ you're standing in the wings ; there you wait for the curtain to fall ❞ { c / donquixote doflamingo }

✚ | ❝ silent screams laughing here ; dying to tell you the truth ❞ { c / donquixote rosinante }

✚ | ❝ not alone with a dream / just a want to be free ; with a need to belong / i am the clansman ❞ { c / monkey d. luffy }

✚ | ❝ teach me the art of war ; for i shall bring more than you bargained for ❞ { c / roronoa zoro }

✚ | ❝ but brutus wasn't kind / wasn't strawberries that were red ; he wasn't cutting bread ❞ { c / eustass kid }

✚ | ❝  just for a second a glimpse of my father I see ; and in a movement he beckons to me ❞ { c / usopp }

✚ | ❝ i see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost / as they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost ❞ { c / brook }

✚ | ❝ but a ghost lives in my veins ; silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone ❞ { c / sanji }

✚ | ❝ nowhere left to run ; navigator's son / chasing rainbows all my days ❞ { c / bepo }

✚ | ❝ face up ; make your stand / and realise you're living in the golden years ❞ { c / shachi }

✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }

✚ | ❝ can i tempt you? come with me / be devil may care ; fulfill your dream ❞ { c / ikkaku }

✚ | ❝ unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds / slowly unveiling the power he holds ❞ { c / tony tony chopper }

✚ | ❝ you watch the world exploding every single night ; dancing in the sun / a newborn in the light ❞ { c / nico robin }

✚ | ❝ they dared to go, where no one would try / they chose to fly where eagles dare ❞ { g / straw hat pirates }

✚ | ❝ when it comes to the time are we partners in crime? when it comes to the time ; we'll be ready to die ❞ { g / heart pirates }

OTHER TAGS

✚ | ❝ and the ship it sinks like lead into the sea / and the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins ❞ { v / contemporary }

✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }

✚ | ❝ can i play with madness? the prophet stared at his crystal ball ❞ { crack }

[avernusfuries]

tag dump.

[navarchus]

tag drop me hearties.

[theloveinc]

i'm glad i'm not the only one who sees miguel's character hard to capture . i find his character so interesting, interesting enough to watch a hour long analysis vid on yt abt it since his motive for catching miles slowly dissolved into jealously and anger. by for the love of god if u pointed a god to my head and asked me to write abt him i'll say shoot me.

LITERALLY‼️‼️‼️ I love him and his story BEYOND WORDS and yet… we never actually see him in a situation where he’s not motivated by something very titular to his storyline (vs. his character). And ofc it’s a movie so like, we can’t know every single moment of his life (and in fact, we do get very important reactions)… but at the same we ALSO know he’s actually quite humorous and snarky and a lil goofy, too, and CAN BE SO SWEET LIKE WE LITERALLY SEE WITH GABI…

But how does one capture that without making it OOC given the ENTIRE STORYLINE???????????? Just, two coexisting things that don’t really fit without so much thought and detail, and while I love that aspect, it’s also ARGHAHSH when it comes to writing him in non-battle / ATSV circumstances :(((

Cuz he’s so complicated and multi-dimensional LOL (and we have yet to see every facet) that writing about him fucking and cuddling and really ANYTHING could just be about any ol’ fictional man……..

IT MAKES ME SO RAWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR can’t believe u watched an hr long YouTube video tho LMFAO I hope it was on 2x speed

[unproduciblesmackdown]

poem

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[tunneldweller]

[image description: "you just die #fear is the mind killer, boomers have... a lot of fear #a lot of fear and hurt that they don't examine or know how to examine and it bleeds through #something something 'it all traces back to trauma' #it... we talk about this a lot" end ID]

I mean, we knew, but it's nice to hear so succinctly