#but i don't think it's. too distracting

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[uncanny-tranny]

This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?

At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.

I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.

[rjshope]

"Not being defined as anything also means that you can become anything"

[lover-of-mine]

[devotion-disorder]

o0 (I really wanna get a tattoo...but its probably gonna be pretty pricey...and i feel like I'm gonna be really awkward during the actual tattooing.............)

[deancasforcutie]

still chasing the high of that halcyon age where Supernatural was my healthy safe escape from the horrors of US politics, and then

[lucc4-luck]

Omg, I finally finished it!!

I took so long to finish it, but only because I was too lazy to finish, lol

Anyway, isn't this golf ball beautiful? :)

-TW: sh scars, blood-

[stopper-my-heart]

Nothing like Heartstopper S2E8 removing some of Taylor Swift's "seven" lyrics just so that the singing can specifically come back in at "Or hide in the closet" while Isaac is processing difficult emotions related to the book he's reading (i.e., Ace: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen).

Did I mention "Or hide in the closet" hits just as the camera focus finishes shifting away from Isaac?

This is fine

[nanihirunkits]

#not me thinking they were gonna give us dunkphuwin lmao 😭

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Umm abt rhat sandstorm suggestions thong, idk maybe smth abt listening to music together?

Wanna listen to my mixtape?

[capricioussun]

In the spirit of it's almost christmas and also uf papyrus monday, while I scramble to draw something, in the meantime, here are some Words

I wouldn't say he was bad at gift giving at first, not by underground standards, but I would imagine as far as "traditional" gifting goes, he was atrocious. He would've been giving people knives, explosives, weapons of any variety really, an assortment of poisons, poison test strips (to make sure you're not being poisoned), leather armor, etc. He'd be so excited to give people knives. He probably made them himself.

He gets really intense about wrapping. He thinks bags are lazy so he will try to wrap anything and everything, although he makes a slight exception for putting clothes in a box first. And the wrapped things have to be wrapped in a way you cannot necessarily make out what they are and it must look nice so you can imagine the trials this skeleton puts himself through making that work.

He didn't know what mistletoe was for a while and just put it everywhere alongside the holly and other greenery. Luckily no one else knew either but I'd imagine it would've caused some chaos in multiverse scenarios lol

He really loves wearing Santa hats.

He has special christmas/Gyftmas pyjamas Frisk and Toriel gifted him a few years post-surfacing, they're very cozy and he got reindeer slippers to match them (he got a pair of snowman ones for Sans too, totally only bc they were on sale and for no other reason, and Sans totally only wears them bc they're warm and for no other reason)

He has a love/hate relationship with playing in the snow (snowball fights, making a snowman, etc) and honestly he couldn't tell you why (it's ptsd)

Aside from that he does actually really love the snow. Loves watching it or going for walks while it's snowing.

He would looove making a gingerbread house and decorating it with Frisk and MK. He probably recruits them to help decorate baked things regularly, but it's not too common he'd join them like that

For the sake of this not being miles long, I will stop there, but I really love thinking of uf papyrus (and the whole crew too honestly) during the holidays <3

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[stresskidz]

SKZ x Moomins

Hyunjin and Changbin as Moomin and Snorkmaiden

[0xeyedaisy]

Aw man...

[realtapiocafan]

texts that reminded me of joe'marr 😁 (funny version)

[sadlynotthevoid]

I'm not sure if I told you guys about the time I dreamed that 20ish Jason Todd died yet again and Death was pissed off because "really? Again? Wtf Batman. The universe doesn't keep reviving your son just so you can see how much he lasts!" And "He has a work to do you know?!". Besides, she's fond of the bright young soul.

So, she calls her uncle to help him. And what you know? Her uncle is the God of Death (because yes, my brain is like that sometimes). They sit to talk and come up with a solution.

First, taking advantage of the effects still present of the last time-space crisis and the spirits protecting the soul, they regress the time of this universe to when Jay had just left All Caste, way before he had came back to Gotham.

Then, Death places Red Hood!Jason's memories on the soul of his younger self. Not too harsh to force his soul to crack, but not too light to let them fall. Just deep enough so he finds them when he meditates.

And by last, God of Death tells the spirits where they should guide the boy to. The perfect place for him.

Where is the best place for a soul who craves for home and safety? Of course, that's with someone who has the heart to care and accept a new loved one and the determination to protect them.

That's how Jason Todd, teenage assassin in an existential crisis, ends up waking up in the softest bed he has ever been in some foreign country. At his side there's a redhead teen sitting in a sofa, a book in his hands and other boy— this one with black hair and pajamas— lying on his lap.

The redhead— Cale, as he presents himself— is mysterious but kind hearted guy. He also knows things. So much so that if he weren't as he is, Jason would suspect. As things are, he knows he's just used to collect information. A bit like a bat, but not quite. A bat would plan how to use it against the possible enemy. Cale? Well, he doesn't even bother to hide what he realized about him. He's also ridiculously casual about it.

Who offers an assassin if they want their hidden weapons back? This guy, apparently.

Jason only knows he's not totally unconscious because at one point an old guy entered with tea and pastries for the three and Cale, the little shit, choose that moment to reassure Jason.

"Don't worry. My butler is an assassin too and we don't treat him different for it."

The old geezer almost let got the porcelain teapot to the floor. Though, points for him for recovering so fast.

"Young master? May this Ron know who you would be talking about?"

"Hm? Who do you think? Hans? The only thing he can kill is Rok Soo's humor. It's you, obviously."

"..."

Rok Soo, the sleeping beauty complex guy pretending to be asleep on Cale's lap, was sweating badly. If everyone in the room weren't already aware he was clearly pretending, someone may had thought he was ill.

Later on, he realizes there was a reason Cale had said that at that moment.

He's looking at the butler subtly terrorize the boys to behave, treating the siblings like two particularly mischievous puppies. Then he turns around and uses the same tune to advise him to be careful with his wounds. And that's when he thinks 'Oh. He doesn't see me as a menace'.

Of course he doesn't. His employer just confirmed he's aware of his identity— at least partially— and his own nature. The biggest advantage of an assassin is their secrecy. After their identity is exposed, the only reason they won't attack is if the assassin believes the risk is worthy. Telling the assassin he knows he's an assassin was his way to show Jason's own intentions: none.

Jason didn't intend to end up in that field where these teens find him. He didn't intend to be brought in their vacation house. He definitely didn't plan that the people to found him passed out would be whoever these rich guys were.

But he didn't have anything against all of this either.

Well, maybe the wound. He could make it without the blood loose and the soon-to-be scar to add to his collection.

Either way, at least he had a safe place to stay and think. Just think. Because, the memories he saw— what is he supposed to do now that he has his answer?

His da— Bruce. Bruce didn't care for him as much as Jason does for Bruce. Bruce obviously didn't love him as he thought. And certainly, Bruce was way more willingly to harm him than he believed.

And Jason— well, Jason couldn't waste a second life on a man who didn't put hin even at the same level than the Joker of all people. But maybe his expectatives were too high? He hadn't planned what to do if his life was meaningless to him.

So, Jason needed time. Time to ponder and heal. Those things are better done in a safe place.

That's what Jason has in mind when Cale offers him to stay with them.