#and worried she might be right?

[moonlayl]

Personal rant and question because I'm honestly not sure if I'm justified in feeling like this or not (feel free to skip <3)

okay, so unfortunately I seem to have a sort of skin condition or an "allergy" to the sun. when I'm out in sunlight too much I get rashes on my hands and face and they swell up pretty badly (even with strong sunscreen). I've booked an appointment to get it properly checked out next week (haven't been able to these last few weeks because clinics were full and I had very little free time) but in the meantime, today I got pretty badly burned.

last time this happened, my face and hands were red and itchy but it was still overall fine. however, when I woke up the next day my face was completely swollen. you know how allergic reactions can cause eyes to swell up so badly to the point you can't even see their eyes anymore? yeah that's how I looked.

thankfully, I was able to have someone else cover my shifts so I didn't leave the house for a few days and followed researched instructions on how best to minimise the pain, and after a few days I had a bit of a tan in those areas but it was mostly okay!

thing is, just yesterday I started working at a summer camp. Most days we do indoor field trips to different places, but we sometimes go outside. Today we went outside, and only 20 minutes of me not holding an umbrella because i was holding a kid's hand got me a sunburn.

I'm worried that tomorrow I'll wake up and my face will be completely swollen like last time (same symptoms)

I asked my sister what I should do if that happens, and if I should go to work if my face is swollen (tomorrow there are no field trips, just in door activities at our location, plus there will be several other camp counsellors and volunteers) and she basically looked at me like I was crazy and said: "of course! you wanna miss work just because you're scared of looking ugly?? that's kind of vain"

I'm gonna admit, that sort of pissed me off, because it's not like I'm usually too bothered about my appearance, but this isn't like me wanting to skip out on work because I got a pimple or something. I looked like I had an allergic reaction last time (and it's sort of accurate). Plus, going out would mean exposure to sunlight, even if just a little and that would make it worse.

like...I think it's kind of gross of her to imply I'm being vain and caring too much about my looks because my eyes literally swelled up like balloons last time. and there's no way to hide that. every single person would look at me and ask questions and I've personally never seen anyone look like that at a job. In fact, if I ever saw someone looking like that, I'd probably think "they shouldn't be working. they should go home"

my sisters idea is that if I'm not in excruciating pain, there's no reason I should miss a day of work, and she's not wrong, I do have a high pain tolerance, but again, I actually do not look like I'm alright at all. (plus it still hurts, even if not that much, and it'll look and feel worse with sunlight)

like if my face was just a bit red because of the sunburn, I'd still go no question. But this is different. Last time I looked like my face was a mushroom. you couldn't see my eyes and as a result they felt so heavy and my face was just swelled and didn't feel right or good at all.

so am I being overly sensitive and vain, or would it be acceptable to miss out on a day of work because of an allergic reaction/sunburn?

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Okay you can’t tell me that Vlad doesn’t have an organ somewhere in his mansion. Upon learning of this, Danny would teach himself how to play the Haunted Mansion theme on the organ and play it at 2am.

Vlad Masters is away on business in Gotham, and the Fentons are coincidentally there for a symposium on ecto-activity. So it’s perfect! Except he goes to the wrong house, er mansion.

Honestly, Danny thought it was one of Vlad’s many mansions. Scaring the old man is his favorite activity after all. There’s a higher amount of ectoplasm here, so it has to be Vlad’s place right?

When Bruce comes out (on one of his few nights off) and sees his carbon copy playing the organ, all thoughts fly out of his head. Danny finally looks up and also blue screens. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until Danny’s cell phone rings (the ghostbusters theme??) and he panics. He jumps up and makes a break for the other door rushing through apologies “SorryWronghousegottagobye!” And runs out of the room. “Wait! Who are you?”Bruce exclaims as he rushes after him. They’re on the second story in one of the rooms he rarely uses. How did he know where the organ was? No matter. He’ll catch the kid on the stairs.

Except the kid is already almost at the bottom. How did he get down so effortlessly? The kid practically floated down the stairs.

Bruce gets to the foyer just in time to see the kid realize the door was dead-bolted in multiple spots. He won’t be able to undo them all before Bruce catches up to him.

He slows down and stands behind a pillar, assessing his next move. He needs to be careful here. This is a child after all, no need to spook him any more than he already has. He needs to slowly approach, and ask his questions.

But then the kid does the unexpected. After looking around frantically, he takes a deep breath. Two rings form around his middle and travel up and down his body. His black hair turns ghostly white. He looks back, almost directly at Bruce. His eyes widen as if he realizes he’s being watched. He whispers, barely loud enough to hear, “I’m so sorry, please don’t follow me.” Then, he backs through the locked door and vanishes.

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC the Olympics AU.

Jazz is competing for sharpshooting

Dick is competing for team gymnastics

Y’all can work it out from there :)

[rasoyas]

i lost this build but i can rebuild it... i can make it better... this is darren and dirk dreamer's houseee ignore the chimney in front of the garage btw i liked it right up until i hit post

[hellafluff]

Yaaaay new pin for the bag! Been very eagerly waiting for her

Thanks @pangur-and-grim

[beneathsilverstars]

if i failed to protect my kid during the apocalypse and they almost died wandering on their own but got rescued by a team of four competent, battle-experienced adults who cared about them very much and made them feel less scared and useless but refused to let them fight, i think that would be a pretty decent outcome and i'd be pretty okay with it. sure i could dream up a better situation but there's a hell of a lot of worse ones too.

[shushmal]

i was going to make a post that was just:

steve, watching took girls he used to be in love with kiss: *in the least creepy way possible* hell yeah :)

and in the tags i typed "steve being besties with all his exes" and then immediately thought of the fact that, yes, steve is friends with all his exes, EXCEPT for eddie

like, eddie and him have a quick summer fling or something, it burns hot and it burns FAST. but then, like in all relationships, they both change. they both start thinking of the ✨future✨ and... steve's not leaving hawkins anytime soon, you know? and eddie wants nothing more than to get out. but they're both attached, more than they thought they were, so it's not necessarily an amiable break. it's not horrible, they don't hate each other or anything. but there's lots of tears and a little bit of yelling, and then...

eddie leaves. and they never speak again.

and they think of each other, sure. in new partners, in new experiences, wondering what it might be like if— except that's not the reality anymore. they're NOT together anymore, so there's no sense in wondering, right?

except... they do. they do wonder, they do wish, they do miss each other, they still want each other. but that ship's sailed. he's moved on, they think. he's moved on and his happy with someone else.

and of course, that's when mike and el's wedding happens to everyone.

[gerrik1llman]

shiv’s little mindfuck with gerri about the dickpics is a special flavor of backhanded feminism because she pretends as if it’s concern over gerri’s wellbeing and she talks to her like she’s a child who’s been touched in her naughty bits and it’s cruel how she only means to undermine roman and put herself next in line and if she can coax gerri to do her bidding and take this to HR and the board then that strikes him out permanently but shiv’s too greedy and tips her hand and gerri doesn’t even have to be that shrewd to realize what she’s doing but in the end it doesn’t even fucking matter because they are both women in logan’s world so neither stood a chance.

[tippenfunkaport]

Glimmer's apology to Bow is just good all I can think of is: she sat in that cell on Prime's ship all alone with her guilt and practiced the speech over and over in her head so she could get it right if she ever got to see him again. 🥺

[karamell-sweetz]

you know what guys. after this whole thing goes down, i hope we get the ACTUAL kamiyama school festival and it is a very good comparison to the first one. where we can see clearly how much mizuki has grown since that first event in january 2021, since that first school festival in middle school.

and i hope mizuki gets to have fun with her friends and can hang out with ena. and i hope ena has fun too. i hope she gets to tease akito, forge bonds with her classmates at the fried squid stall, and hopefully get roped into a dumb show with the oddballs 1 2. i hope this is ena’s pandemonium. i hope we all can have a little bit of joy and whimsy while getting to see how much the gang’s lives have changed at this point.

and i hope rui is a little worried for mizuki — i sincerely hope he is somewhere in mizu5, quietly waiting by the rooftop like he always has for her. but by the end of the schoolfes event he can look at mizuki, her whole face bright as all eight students in our little kamikou main cast gang come down from the rooftop (for one last time maybe, but we don’t talk about graduation in front of rui… unless ofc we bring it up this event) and he can say “you’ve come such a long way, haven’t you, mizuki? i’m happy for you.”

[givemeallyourpenny]

I sure hope it’s more than ten years because you definitely are not eleven

[thedawningofthehour]

In a little over a week we'll find out if we're about to have our first female president or live in Gilead.

To all my American readers who are adults and able to vote: please. Please vote. For the love of god, please. I can't fucking do this again.

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The world was far too quiet, the air too heavy, the scrutiny unbearable. Link stood in the center of the atrium, sunlight cascading through stained glass, images of Hyrule’s history painted on his body. He knew he carried that history, that he’d already added to it, borne the burden of destiny, yet here he was, surrounded by onlookers awaiting him to take up the mantle once more.

The Master Sword stood patiently, waiting in the pedestal he’d thrust it into many years ago. The Queen of Hyrule stood ahead of him, on an elevated platform above everyone else, her daughter in front of her, hands over her heart, hope and anticipation in her eyes.

Link swallowed, feeling his heart race. He hated how terrified he felt. He hated how his stomach betrayed him, how his chest clenched, how he felt sick and pathetic. He wasn’t even sure he’d felt this bad when he’d first drawn the blade.

He was certainly no Hero. Not anymore.

But destiny was calling. He hated it. He hated it. He’d tried so hard to avoid this, yet here he was, being gawked at by the powerful people of Hyrule, once again in the spotlight as the goddesses themselves exposed him to the world.

Slowly, he reached for the hilt with his left hand. There was no point in arguing anymore. He’d dug his heels in for as long as he could. He just needed to take the plunge, right? His hand felt warm against the worn leather that bound itself around the hilt, generations of heroes having scuffed their calloused skin against it. He could sense the history to the item, his magic responding to the divine power inside the blade.

I don’t want to do this, he whispered, begged to the sword. He could hear the spirit’s quiet song in reply, a voice that he couldn’t decipher but always knew was there, mysterious and otherworldly, attracting him and holding him close in comfort and protection. His gaze moved upward to the royal family once more, and he caught sight of the princess.

And the person standing beside her.

His mind buzzed, a different kind of anxiety playing with his heart, and he sighed. The spirit of the sword sang again.

Shame filled him. But wisdom shone truer, burning with humility and grace, recognizing what was needed.

He knew he couldn’t do this.

His index finger extended from the hilt, pointing to the young Gerudo man beside the princess. The masseur jumped a little, mildly startled, eyes widening. He glanced around uncertainly, seeming to be one of the few who noticed the gesture, and then pointed to himself, mouthing, Me?

Link nodded a little, wiggling his finger to beckon him over. The Gerudo came carefully, and a whisper started to hiss around the atrium. When the princess’ friend reached Link, the former Hero quietly said, “My right arm is still injured. It takes two hands to pull this blade from its pedestal.”

The Gerudo stiffened, even more anxious. “But—I’m a Gerudo. We all know what happens with my kind in this cycle. I shouldn’t even be here.”

“I need your help,” Link insisted gently, feeling in his heart that this was the right move, even if it hurt. “Please.”

The Gerudo teenager was nothing if not compassionate, despite his worries and sarcasm, and so he sighed, taken in by Link’s soft petition. Slowly, his right hand twisted around the hilt, fingers brushing against Link’s own. The two watched each other silently, waiting for the other, before Link nodded again, and together, they drew the Blade of Evil’s Bane.

The instant the sword left its pedestal, Link let go.

The force of the move left his Gerudo companion stumbling a moment as the sword flew into the air, held by his right hand, held high and proud as it sang.

The Gerudo looked at him, terrified. “What—you—”

Link smiled.

He didn’t need to speak. They both knew what this meant. The queen rose from her seat, Princess Zelda had her hands over her mouth in awe, and the crowd was frozen. Link took a step away, leaving the new Hero to his fate, feeling like he’d sentenced him, but knowing in his heart that this was the right decision.

In a world of child heroes, a grown man was not needed. Somehow, he was already too old. He just wanted to fade away. He had nothing more to give to Hyrule.

The kids would be alright. He knew, as the blessing of Nayru glowed on his hand, that he was right.

[fckinloserbby]

"omg by the way if you think about it you and me r basically stolitz" -me 7/26

literally not even 10 minutes later we got into a joke argument except my autistic ass did not get that it was a joke and I got very mad so because of our stolas and blitzø "unable to communicate" asses, I ghosted them for a solid four hours (they were also mad at me though) and then came back and apologised 🤪

so like I guess we're stolitz^2 LOL

[nocturnalazure]