#for some unknown reason

[foolishskull]

caught one of the will wood screenings in my area with my boyfriend and this happened

[thereisabearonmyceiling]

DoT yuri

bonus:

[megamindsupremacy]

consider: stan cant remember ford . HOWEVER, he discovers the basement one day & has the strongest sense that he Has to Fix It And Turn It On .

I think it’d be great if he spent all that time fixing it & then doesn’t even know why. him begging mabel to not turn it off without being able to explain himself. the kids ask who that is that came out of the portal and all he can say is that he doesn’t know .

its just so fun. stanley “stanford is just another fake identity of mine” pines experiences “oh this is guy i stole the identity from. . why does he look like me .”

stan learning in real time he has a twin brother the same time as the kids do

(based on this)

LMAO the NWHS scene goes something like

Dipper: Grunkle Stan, who is this? Stan, confidently: The Author of the Journals! Stan: uh Stan: at least I'm pretty sure. Ford: What do you mean you're pretty sure?? Stanley, I called you to Gravity Falls to take away my journal! What kind of idiot are you to reopen the portal after I told you how dangerous it was? After you pushed me through in the first place- Stan: i did WHAT Dipper: HE DID WHAT? Mabel: grunkle stan why did this weird old guy who looks exactly like you call you Stanley instead of Stanford? Stanford: YOU STOLE YOUR TWIN BROTHER'S NAME? Stan: MY WHAT.? Stan: WELL, YOU STOLE MY MEMORIES OF YOU. Ford: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, STANLEY?

[romanticatheartt]

What if I say Rhys doesn't hate Nesta, then what?

What if I say Rhys is jealous of how Nesta had the chance to protect her sister the way he never had it? What if he's angry at her for missing it? What if every time he sees her, he curses the Mother for giving this opportunity to Nesta Archeron and not him?

What if I say Nesta doesn't hate Rhys?

What if I say she hates him because he was and is a good brother and he's the one who's now protecting Feyre the way she couldn't, the way she didn't? What if he's a living example of what would've happened if Nesta had cared for her sister, the way Rhysand does for Feyre? What if every time she sees him, she realises how much she had failed Feyre?

Then what?

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

songs that i associate w any other m2 characters: actually meaningful, has logic explanations songs that i associate w clemente: semen tastes like egg white no matter what anyone says but anal is ok

[formulatrash]

[x]

[the-redacted-of-all-time]

actually chat idk how to feel abt this skin anymore

(some long ahh ranting in the tags btw)

[koheletgirl]

this week's global drag race runway was my favorite theme ever

[read-the-pinned-post-first-pls]

I feel like a terrible person even though I can't control it

[ificouldflyhome369]

Oooooh another dark picture with the spotlight/moon glare.

[galindaelphaba]

GILMORE GIRLS 1.10 | Forgiveness and Stuff

[blushouyo]

EGO DEATH

[fabfemmeboy]

ALSO science is not a linear process where you do steps 1, 2, 3, and out comes the expected result you always planned on.  Starting with the knowledge that “this is a big destructive weapon and we’re afraid the literal Nazis will use it against us” does not mean that the scientists knew or conceptualize using it on civilian populations in Japan (who we weren’t even at war with when the project started!)...or that they could conceptualize how gruesome the effects would be until the bomb had actually been created, by which point it was too late.  Which is why we see a lot of very gung-ho scientists slowly growing uneasy about their project and what it has unleashed on the world - both on the Manhattan Project and on other developments.

Oppenheimer gets a lot of shit these days for the whole "oh I created this city-destroying bomb but I feel so bad about how it was used" etc etc, and people clowning on him for that, but I wonder how a lot of people on this site who call it a black and white moral choice would react if they were in that same situation, which is to say if their country was at war against the Nazis, and where the big fear was iirc that they were also working on developing the bomb.

Like, okay, nuclear bombs are bad, obviously, but imagine you're some dude in the 40s, you are a scientist rather than a politician or military strategist, you have limited information but your country is in the middle of a catastrophic global war with a massive fascist alliance the like of which the world has never seen. The physics community has just solved the equations and realised that this weapon might be possible, and that it is powerful enough to change the course of warfare forever, and the scientists who had escaped evil fascist alliance are telling you "look, the scientists who discovered this was possible were German, the Nazis are probably working on this and they might be further ahead than we are".

So the government comes to you and says, "we need to try and develop this first, because if not then they will use it to wipe us all out." And you have no reason to believe that's not true, because the science did come from the area of the Evil Fascist Alliance, and your country, your community and friends and loved ones, are already engaged in fighting the catastrophic world-ending war and there have been no holds barred.

I don't know, a lot of people manifest pretty strong principles in hindsight looking at the actual circumstances of the bomb's use by the US military, but given the sort of uses of violence I see advocated here for fighting back against fascists over much lower stakes than "literally World War II" (not judging whether that is correct or not, just observing), I am fairly sure that a large chunk of the people making snarky jokes about Oppenheimer would have built the bomb and handed it over to the US on the spot, perhaps feeling misgivings at the time but feeling it is necessary, then only coming to feel truly bad about it after the fact, following, like... the exact trajectory that I believe Oppenheimer did.

[ochrogasting]

the berzatto siblings

[criticalamityz]

i'm sorry, i can't tell you

[radiance1]

The members of the Justice League sat in silence, joined by a few members of Justice League Dark.

They were almost ready to start their meeting.

Almost.

"Where is John Constantine?" Batman stared at those gathered around the table, one spot currently vacant. Zatanna spoke up. "He's coming."

Batman narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know how," Zatanna nodded. "But he's coming."

The table was silent for a few moments, before Superman hesitantly spoke up. "Maybe he's running late?" At Batman's look Superman felt the need to add. "You know, he could've gotten stuck up with another magic user, or something."

Superman brought a hand up to rub at his neck as he laughed awkwardly, before promptly shutting up at the look Batman sent with an even more awkward smile. The silence was notably loud, such that it made it quite easy to determine who and where the sound of crunching came from.

Flash swallowed. "What?" He dug his hand in the bag of chips, only to pout at it being empty. He quickly ran from and to his seat in, well, a flash. Laying down his armful of chips, he picked up one and opened it, back to stuffing his face. "It's not like we're starting yet or anything."

Batman's eyes narrowed.

Flash blinked, looking down at the chips in his hand, the one on the table, and then back at Batman. He picked one up and held it out in his direction. "Want one?"

Batman glared.

Flash hesitantly brought his hand back down, before sticking his hand in his chip bag and eating some more, this time quietly.

Minutes passed by with the various League members gathered around sitting ramrod straight. A few more minutes passed, and they started to relax (except batman), a couple more and some of them started up conversation with each other, with some others joining in.

Batman took the time to work through a few files, giving the occasional grunt and hm whenever Superman and Wonder Woman tried to drag him into their conversation.

It was then that a noticeable heat spread inside the room, rising in temperature with each passing second until it was no longer ignorable. Just then, when the heat reached its highest point, with the members of the League already standing from their seats, a wave of black flame appeared in a circular pattern and the League tensed, magic gathering at the fingertips of some and battle stances being fallen into by others.

The circular flame shot up, high enough to reach the ceiling and not a second later, in its place was a giant mass of flaming feathers curled into a ball.

A groan came from the middle of it, and a few seconds later-with what sounded like a huff- did the mass uncurl just enough to see the owner of said groan.

"Ello." John Constantine raised a hand and gave a two fingered salute. Everyone in the room blinked at the man currently leaning against the- creature? Being?- in just pants. "I would say this isn't what it looks like, but its exactly what it looks like."

Zatanna's eyes narrowed, before she inhaled sharply. "Constantine." She hissed out quietly, as if trying not to draw the being's attention. "What is-" She gestured at the creature. "-He of all beings doing here?!"

"Being used as a living heater."

Zatanna blinked again in surprise as she stumbled over her words. "I- what-?"

"You heard me. It's colder than Santa's tits in our house, and I'm not paying even more money for a heater when I have a living one right here." Constantine deadpanned, very shamelessly sinking back into the mass of feathers behind him and giving a most certainly exaggerated sigh to prove his point.

"But- But he's," Zatanna gestures at the phoenix again, this time with both hands. "Him. How are you okay with this!?" That time she spoke to the phoenix, rather than Constantine.

The being in question peeked open an eye, before huffing in annoyance and closing back its eye.

"So uh," Flash spoke up, rubbing his hands together. "Not to interrupt, but uh, do you mind explaining for the rest of us not in the know?"

Zatanna blinked, staring at the other League members in surprise as if she forgot they were there. She awkwardly coughed into her fist. "Right, yes." She cleared her throat, before gesturing towards the giant mass of feathers. "That being is one of the more infamous of those heralding from the Infinite Realms, because that's its goddamn Duke." Zatanna rubbed her head, as if she were getting a migraine just thinking about it. "Constantine, how did you even-"

"We met on a rainy night, and he lit up my cig and proposed his love for me." Constantine said simply.

The League stared in bafflement. Zatanna had a skeptical look all over her face. "I'm not believing that. It's too much of a stretch, even for you."

Constantine shrugged. "Okay so would you believe me if I said I sold like half my soul and conned this other guy by swearing my soul to this big guy for his protection?" Constantine deadpanned.

"Yes, actually." Zatanna matched Constantine's deadpan with a look of her own.