#different brains are beautiful

[erebus0dora]

something something a chat i am in discussing the loneliness of Armand who needs someone to define him and see him, so

"...it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time."

and yeah i kinda just want to give ppl hugs with anything i do and talk to them in hushed tones, so there you go

[svtskneecaps]

FUCK IT!!!! I MISS WHEN MY MINECRAFT SERVERS HAD CULTURAL EXCHANGE IN THEM!!!! I MISS WHEN MY MINECRAFT SERVERS HAD LANGUAGE BARRIERS IN THEM!!!!! I MISS WHEN WE WERE ALL CRAMMED IN A PIT TOGETHER SCREAMING AND SHAKING AND SOBBING AND CONFUSED AS ALL HELL SITTING IN THE TUMBLR LIVEBLOGS HOLDING HANDS AS WE ALL EXPLAINED WHAT THINGS MEANT, WHAT THE REAL WORLD CULTURAL CONTEXT WAS, WHAT WAS GOING ON IN BITS THE TRANSLATOR COULDN'T GET!!!!! FUCK IT!!!!!!! I'LL TAKE ANOTHER GODDAMN PURGATORY!!!!! GIVE ME A BUNCH OF PEOPLE FORMING SIX PERSON FAMILIES OVER THE SPAN OF THREE TO FIVE DAYS!!!!!!!! GIVE ME THE EVIL SHADOW GOVERNMENT THAT NEVER MADE ANY GODDAMN SENSE, GIVE ME THE STUPID FUCKING EYE WORKERS THAT WERE AGGRAVATINGLY UNBEATABLE, GIVE ME THE CONFUSING ASS BLACK CONCRETE STRUCTURES THAT WENT BASICALLY FUCKING NOWHERE!!!!!! I'LL TAKE IT ALL IF IT MEANS I GET A FRENCH MAN AND A GUY FROM LUXEMBOURG AND A WOMAN FROM SOUTH KOREA SHOOTING THE SHIT IN A MINECRAFT PIT STARTER HOUSE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! I'LL TAKE IT IF I GET BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE AND FRENCH AND ENGLISH AND SPANISH SITTING AT A FUCKING TABLE IN A SECRET UNDERGROUND MEETING ROOM THEORIZING ABOUT A MINECRAFT CHARACTER WITH AN APPEARANCE BASED ON A JOKE ABOUT A GUY'S DOG BEING AN AMERICAN CONSERVATIVE!!!!!!! GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!!! GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

[chickenscribbles]

Everything functions perfectly fine without you.

[secriden]

*screams very quietly* Something oh so very tender soft about Fadel drinking himself tipsy-drunk in episode 5 to enable himself to let go of his control and lay himself on his back for Style to make him come undone vs Style drinking himself tipsy-drunk in episode 1 to gather the audacity to pull Fadel flush against him and lay himself back against the bench for Fadel to callously fuck his frustrations out on him.

It's the way Fadel is drinking to let himself go for Style but Style was drinking to force Fadel into frustrated action.

It's the way neither of them were interested in opening up to the other person in episode 1, the way they are purely concerned with their own very separate goals, and the way episode 5 was a coming together of a mutual desire for a deeper and more honest connection.

It's the way Style was utterly selfish in episode 1 and how careful and tender and achingly selfless he is in episode 5.

It's the way their actions may look the same on the surface, but the motivations and the context and the way they now know some of the most intimate and tender spaces of each other's hearts now, that makes their growth and journey so very evident.

[hyohaehyuk]

They are so in sync…they move as one… they ARE one… Just like Claudia said : "You spend an hour alone with him and you're breathing in sync together"

source: pirateslesbian and dvrkfaith

Videos: Interview with the Vampire’ Panel | SDCC 2022 | Entertainment Weekly and the 2nd video is from armandvampyr but bc tw searching system is all broken i cant find the original video if the person changed her user name

[jesuis-assez]

Tim unconsciously sending/showing signals of his feelings for Lucy

[yuutaguro]

bro why you ship nanami with everyone? he doesn't look like the type to stay in a solid relationship

because i can bro ???

nanami deserves to be loved by multiple people idk what to tell you

[fratercrucis]

they should've put him on a ventilator here

[evelynpr]

Might be a hot take as a bkdk and tgck truther here, but I find izuocha endlessly fascinating, beautiful, but also tearfully tragic.

I see their love for each other as something representative of their innocence and naivety when they only knew so little about who they were, and what was to come.

I think the main barrier of their relationship is that its rooted in how they see each other very idealistically, specifically that they're attached to the image of their Best Heroic Selves, and not the deeply selfish, destructive, freaky, and egotistical parts of them. To each other, they need to keep fulfilling that image or else that same person they looked up to would almost die in front of them, and that would be too cruel. Although that hero is still there, that same person they looked up to is not the same now because of...well...everything.

Izuku had barely even talked to girls when he first met her. She was Izuku's first ever real friend (Sorry Kats, everyone and him knows he was terrible), so he saved her in that entrance exam even if it was so dangerous. She gave a new meaning to his derogatory nickname just by being a friend that believed in him. After that, she saved him several more times (Blackwhip and Megaphone are the biggest samples iirc). It makes perfect sense that she is Deku's hero.

Ochako hardly knew what it meant to be a hero when she first got into UA. Just by reaching out to some kid tripping, she made a new friend who would then save her in that exam, then save him again in return. This boy then became someone who was always working so hard to save everyone in trouble, and she realized she wanted to be just like him too. "I want to save people"

But...Deku changes. The weight of One for All is on his shoulders and he needs someone to carry this burden with him. He continues to want to save other people at the expense of himself, still not letting his true selfishness and ego ever show- and it only grows more and more unbearable.

Then...Ochako fell in love with Himiko. Truly, relentlessly, selfishly and devotedly in love with a girl who then dies giving her blood to her- the greatest expression of love Himiko could ever give.

Not that they can't love each other because of this happening (and...so many other things oh god), I'm honestly not sure how to explain it- But them ending up together after losing that innocence and naivety? After Ochako will forever grieve the girl who showed her love in its most beautiful and ugly form? After Izuku changed so fundamentally as a person that the butterflies of a nice girl talking to you doesn't exist anymore? After that simple image of being a hero and being in love has completely changed for them both?

Even so, I believe they still love each other. There is no label I know of that can properly describe them though. They are each other's image of being a hero when it comes to saving people. Aside from Shoto, no one else can grasp the grief of the person you tried to save dying in your hands. They would no doubt try to cope with these losses together, and just try to get better together...but so much has changed. They've changed. The world changed. What are they now? Who are they now?

"What happened...to us?"

[buddiesmutslut]

There are simply not enough fics of Buck getting “Diaz” tramp stamped on his lower back & I’m not afraid to say it

[chiropteracupola]

Along the shore from Lazy Head, hard abeam Half Island...

[fizzy-dizz]

Dance with meee, mon amiii !!!

[3cosmicfrogs]

he is looking at ouyang btw

[plumadot]

i may not be drawing but i'm definitely imagining like 10.000 character designs in my head so

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[juicemetal]

I had the most insanely cohesive dream about the papal election. Set in the few days before sequestration. Multiple murders. Impeccable colour grading. Dark reds and browns contrasted with harsh light from half closed shutters. Panic and controlled stillness balanced perfectly. White curtains blowing in the still pre dawn of summer in a Vatican back street. Salt thrown on the stairs while investigators hammer the old splintering front door. Interludes of unrest, protests and bonfires lit in oil drums in Rome. A delivery driver on a red vespa, with no investment and no context for what he heard, the only living ear witness.