#also i HIGHLY recommend them

[sk8rambler]

im sick and tired of the buzzcocks fandom being absent on this platform

reblog this if you like buzzcocks (and maybe say what ur fav song/member is!!)

[taffywabbit]

reminding myself there are no truly "bad days", because every single day, someone somewhere in the world has taken a photo of an extremely tiny animal and shown it to someone else, and that's very good actually

[soupfather]

Crocs are neat

[milkteateeth]

for my feline friends: this purr generator is my favorite thing on the internet, you can adjust the timbre as you wish and it's so warm and calming

for my canid friends: these generators for wolf pack howling and sled dogs running are by the same sound engineer on a different website, also adjustable, the sound quality is great and they never exactly repeat

overall i really recommend the site mynoise.net!! it's got so so many different noise generators and you only have to donate like $5 once to access them all there's no subscription or anything. some of my favorites are northern woodland, sailing ship, japanese garden, mr. rhodes, distant thunder, and dreaming nautilus <3

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

Now THATS some top tier rizz 👏👏👏

[raspamon]

making memes for a 20+ year old movie i randomly watched? yes

[thatdragonzeek]

Blorbos acquired

Thank you @bamsara

[chichapalabok]

"Only the two of us can understand the sureness of our love...My Dear"

Dear by Ben&Ben

[eyes-of-nine]

they're so childhood friends to lovers bodyguard au coded to me 😌✨ (they have killed so so many people)

[jeeliebeeliegoomiebear]

On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.

[alivehouse]

you arent too stupid to get back into reading. i dont know i feel like i see this sort of weird self depreciating sentiment a lot thats like 'oh social media ruined my attention span too badly for me to read books anymore' or 'i cant read anything other than fanfiction' and i promise thats not true. yes it can be hard to get back into it if you havent read anything in a while but it not impossible and you *can* work your way back up to it if its something you want to do. just pick up something pick up anything and chip away at it. if you cant finish it its fine to put it down and pick up something else. but just try at least give it an honest effort. like not to sound an ad for a public library but its not impossible for you to start reading

edit: t.erfs are not welcome on my blog. try reading something other than uselessly reactionary 2nd wave theory from the 70s?

[frownyalfred]

I need you to know that thanks to your tag treadmill thoughts, I now have the image of a frustrated Bruce wayne using one of those under the desk treadmills in his office at WE trying to work something out. Because he thinks better when he's moving but he can't do his usual workout like if he was in the cave

There’s something to be said for those exercise endorphins. I’ve never thought more clearly than halfway through a good workout. I can’t count the number of times I’ve worked out problems/fic endings/tricky dialogue while on the treadmill.

With all of his conditioning and daily exercise, it must be like crack cocaine for Bruce. Like I can’t even imagine.

[it-explains-why-youre-special]

2012 raphael did not sleep for several days after meeting his mutant mayhem counterpart, and by extension, scumbug.

inspired by this post by @halfnekoslair which was one of the only posts i saw before seeing MM on friday! i went into this movie knowing splinter dated a cockroach and that’s it

[vlasdygoth]

going ham with these crayolas recently

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

cringey Edwin prom photo while I put off a high effort piece

[completelyalien]

So I actually love swing music and decided to draw some Broppy!