#at odds

[vertigoartgore]

Wolverine : "If it were up to me, M'iko, I'd cut out her heart."

Comic Book Panels that lives rent-free in my head : A very cute/shy Rogue arrives in Japan with the others X-Men (a team she had just joined) for the wedding of Logan & Mariko Yashida. Back when she hadn't gained Wolverine's trust yet (hence his rather harsh words).

From 1983's Uncanny X-Men Vol.1 #172. Words by Chris Claremont, art by Paul Smith, inking by Bob Wiacek, coloring by Glynis Wein, lettering by Tom Orzechowski and edited by Louise Jones/Simonson.

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . but the sensible part of him had some communication problems with the rest of his brain.

Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook

[whats-in-a-sentence]

It is totally at odds with our classical upbringing to imagine one indivisible object – one electron or one photon – simultaneously moving along more than one path.

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

[evilhorse]

If the corset fits, sweetie!

(Justice League International #23)

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[fesenmoon]

does everyone like my wizard idea

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[worm-on-my-way]

hc that danny just sees wanda and cosmo's true forms

[mihotose]

always brother

[damiel-of-real]

ive had this fuckig image in my brain for ages. i dont know what it means

[talkativewreck]

Happy Family

[stringsbasement]

peri and a platypus

[loveletterworm]

in 2004 Yamaha made some sort of Cyber-Trumpet