#STAY strapped up

[frownyalfred]

love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?

Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[grumpy-old-patriot]

I got some significant health news today. Let's put it this way. If my blog ever goes dark, I have probably passed on. The future is uncertain.

Anyhow, I love you all. Keep up the good fight. Stay strapped.

[spectre-draws]

Wolfwood WIP. Stubble goes on last.

[3-aem]

reading im courting you now i guess by solarbishop and its so cute i love the characterization its like warm milk for my exhausted brain

[kaiowut99]

Finalized!GX 122-123 Update:

Our food's important, so no stealin' allowed! 🍞♥

[akingdomscrypt]

I have only one thing on my mind rn. And it is definitely NOT what i need when trying to write an angst scene.

[sydsliftingface]

It’s bring your dick to work day !

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Ironing board OBTAINED! good lord

[deva-arts]

Seraphina, a bit of a bird , a bit of a human . Maybe. But, my question. When she eats eggs, is it technically cannibalism?

Long answer: no. Short answer, no.

[platypusisnotonfire]

I just tried on my back scabbard for my cosplay and somehow it was easy to put on but I could not reverse the process. It just like….settled into my shoulder joints and refused to be budged.

It took like 15 minutes to escape and I hadn’t even tightened the straps. I’m going to need on of my buddies to peel it off me after the event.

[autistic-sidestep]

just kind of realised suranga being a cane user falls into a couple of villain tropes but also. i use a cane and canes fuck like hell and they can pull off the aesthetic way better than i ever could

[slyferslackers]

im not on lamotrigine anymore because i got taken off all my meds this summer and promptly went into a mixed episode where i stayed up for days and now the only thing that makes me sleep is overdosing on my EPS med or weed. and i think it was masking my epilepsy symptoms but i am not seeing my pcp for it. because i think getting into cardiology instead of neurology referrals is a better idea. especially because if i smoke weed it stops all my shaking. which is weird! i literally fell to the floor at the hospital and had a whole body shake and they ignored it. but i dont know if i can keep my schizophrenia spectrum disorder dx if i get diagnosed with epilepsy.

[gargelyfloof118]

Sheridan and Sherman got to wear their new lightweight coats today. Hubs went out and put them on this morning because the wind was cold and damp and gusting pretty strongly.

We love watching the horses in new coats because they act like little kids in new clothing. They run around and buck and show off. Super spunky and proud of it!

At one point, Hubs looks out and giggles. "Dead horse" (which is our affectionate term for when a horse is laying down to take a nap because everyone that doesn't have horses think the horse is dead ((they're not. Some horses lay down. It's fine)))

15 minutes later he looks out and informs me that it's not a sleeping horse. Sheridan managed to slip his new coat!!

I ran out because it had started raining. OF COURSE IT HAD STARTED RAINING. To grab the coat and reapply it to the horse. Who of course thinks this is now A GAME!! And promptly shakes it off and takes off snorting and bucking and trying to get me to give chase!

Nope!! I hoofed it back to the barn and employed the age old bribe tactic. Give everyone else cookies and sneak a lead rope over his head when he gets jealous and trots over to get his cookies too! Ha!! Got the coat on him!! The sucker!!

The buckles weren't fastened properly and the velcro still had the shipping netting on the sticky part. Hubs didn't know to fix all that. The coat (both horse's coats) still had the tags on! The front part simply unfastened and the houdini look-alike shook it down and stepped out of it. What a turd.

[butchtwelfthdoctor]

prev re: who is clara oswald you can read all those tags if you like lol sorry i know its a lot but i think the best way to explain it is this uquiz which is called 'who said it? a diehard clara hater or a diehard clara fan?'

she’s cringe. she’s cooler than you. she’s so so smart. she’s the biggest dumbass you’ll ever meet. she’s got mental illnesses the dsm hasn’t even got a name for yet. she’s fine she’s fine she’s great actually she’s the normalest girl in the world. she’s hurt so many people. she regrets it so much. she wants to hurt people again. she’s the most neurotic loser you’ve ever seen. she’s the most confident composed competent member of the team. she lies until she doesn’t know what’s real. she’s even bisexual. i didn’t say her name but she popped into your head didn’t she

[foldingfittedsheets]

I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.

But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.

The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.

Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.

But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.

We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.

If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.

When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.