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ithappensoffstage ¡ 8 months ago
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I am genuinely so worried for all the young horny dykes going into adulthood thinking there's something "problematic" / "wrong" with them for being horny because fucking tiktok lesbians think any horny dyke content is "male gaze fetishistic"
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datshitrandom ¡ 10 months ago
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"Darren Criss won Best Performance by an Actor in a Limited Series or a Motion Picture Made for Television for his role as serial killer Andrew Cunanan in “The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story,” making him the first Filipino-American to win a Golden Globe. He dedicated his award to his Filipino mother, showing how culturally significant these honors feel to underrepresented people."
Darren Criss Says “It’s A Great Privilege” To Be First First Filipino American To Win Golden Globe
“I always tell people being half Filipino is one of my favorite things about myself, because I had no control over that. I feel like I've given a superhero cape that I am now required to step up to the plate for and I'm glad to be the poster boy for, if there's any young either half Filipino or full or anybody you have in the Filipino Community that looks to my work as a source of inspiration and encouragement then like sign me up, I'm on board for that and it's a great privilege and it means the world to me and like I said I am very proud to be part of that" - 76th Golden Globe Awards Backstage Interview
Darren Criss dedicates Golden Globes win to 'firecracker Filipino' mom
“[...] this has been a marvelous year for representation in Hollywood, and I’m so enormously proud to be a teeny-tiny part of that, as the son of a firecracker Filipino woman from Cebu that dreamed of coming to this country and getting to be invited to cool parties like this. So mom I know you are watching this, you are hugely responsible for most of the good things in my life, I love you dearly, I dedicate this to you” - Acceptance Speech
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DarrenCriss: Morning after Golden Globes celebration was full of Filipino treats including this fun spritely lady with me … “who dreamed of coming to this country and getting invited to glamorous parties like this…” Well Mom, I’m glad you made it.
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asexualaromanticautistic ¡ 5 months ago
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What if we were the opposites of each other but when you boil us down to the core we are inherently the same (and we were both autistic)
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honeypleasejustkillme ¡ 1 month ago
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i thought i was at my lowest but holy shit it gets lower
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bonivers ¡ 10 months ago
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let’s have some fun this beat is sick i wanna take a ride on your disco stick don’t think too much just bust that kick i wanna take a ride on your disco stick
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iishifishii ¡ 2 months ago
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okay but can we talk abt the minecraft movie’s complete erasure of the personality of steve???? like that is not even steve minecraft that is just fucking jack black with a blue shirt on.
have yall have seen the cinematic trailers for mc updates? steve literally has a completely different personality. steve is just a silly lil guy. hes just a curious dude who loves building and exploring! hes not jack black, or a wackjob who went crazy from being isolated for too long. he loves and parktakes happily in the world hes in.
i know we only saw one real scene, but i can already tell that jack black is not going to be playing steve minecraft, he is just going to be playing jack black. its so intensely disappointing when they had the opportunity to employ a new actor to bring to light like. imo steve minecraft should have been cast as just an average looking guy. just some random dude. BC THATS LITERALLY WHAT HE IS.
anyways tdlr the real steve minecraft just simply just a lil guy and he is NOT JACK BLACK
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riceballkittykie ¡ 1 month ago
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THIS MONTHS CHOICES ARE NEXT MONTHS BODY
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starvingforattention18 ¡ 3 months ago
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Tips
If you exercise eat
if u don’t u can fast
but never exercise if you’re fasting
cuz then you’ll collapse and be forced to eat and not exercise
If you’re fasting for long periods of time practice harm reduction by:
Drinking A LOT of WATER
Put salt in water for electrolytes or put salt on lemon wedges for electrolytes and minerals
TAKE YOUR SUPPLEMENTS
vitamin deficiencies are dangerous and you need your vitamins iron and other nutrients to try and avoid permanent damage to your brain heart kidneys and general health
If you feel really dizzy and like your vision is going black after a long fast you’re probably gonna pass out from low blood pressure or low blood sugar
If you still feel ok ďżźenough to walk around grab some water if not then skip this part.
lay down and lift your legs
(better to lift them with something like a pillow to save energy then to lift them up in the air). take deep slow breaths.
If you managed to prevent yourself from passing out wait for your vision to get clear and your heart rate to settle then keep laying down for at least five more minutes.
After that slowly lower your legs and straighten your back to sit up ďżźand sit for 2-5 minutes
only then you can slowly get up and go eat something preferably something that contains some sugar and maybe some protein (no skinny cookies or stuff with artificial sweeteners you’ll just pass out again)
Do not purge for at least a week if you did pass out or you might do permanent damage to your heart deregulate your heart rate
Sleep a lot if you can
While fasting for long periods of time it’s important to sleep rest and just move as little as possible if you’re fasting for multiple days
Have some calories
If you’re fasting for multiple days or even weeks try to break your fast around every 3-5 days with anything between 50-300 calories to maintain some energy levels in your body and prevent yourself from collapsing.
Stay safe <3
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greenhairedfreakglobal ¡ 2 months ago
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if nicocado avocado can do it, so can i
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furrybydaygaybynight ¡ 3 months ago
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Shit I scribbled like a maniac at 4 am.
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I blacked out before an empty document and woke up with this on my screen
textless version under cut
also second attempt at posting this becouse tumblr is not cooperating
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I swear my carnal desire is not the only reason i picked this game up.
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erebus0dora ¡ 4 months ago
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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
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sophiasrant ¡ 1 year ago
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hc that no one on the JL (or any of the teams) will let bats do the heavy lifting, ever
Like one day they need to carry an unconscious Flash after a battle and someone else (who has a broken arm) is like “who is well enough that they can carry him” and Batman, ceo of ignoring his injuries™️, is like “I got this” but his mouth starts leaking blood while he’s carrying flash. Superman (who was holding up a building) x-rays him & is like “YOU HAVE THREE BROKEN RIBS AND INTERNAL BLEEDING. WHY ARE YOU CARRYING FLASH?” “…I am well enough to carry flash”
anyway this applies to all bats. Someone asks if someone else can volunteer to help them lift something and, no matter what, Kon puts his hand over Tim’s mouth bc of the broken leg incident™️. Tim will never even be allowed a chance to make a case or attempt to answer the call.
Someone asks if Robin can help to carry something and Jon immediately replies “no he can’t. I’ll do it tho.” bc Damian once tried to conduct cleanup (lifting pieces of broken buildings and concrete) post alien-invasion with a stab wound (it was multiple stab wounds but only Jon figured that out)
Someone asks nightwing if he can carry stuff to the car and all of a sudden you have eight people shouting “NO” bc he once offered to carry someone’s old 60 pound box TV to storage while he had a gunshot wound. They only learned about the gunshot wound after he fainted & the tv fell on top of him.
Jason leaves before anyone can ask him to help with anything
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Steph and Cass fight over who carries the thing for the other person, but usually neither of them volunteer. They're gone the second the battle is over. Babs never has to carry shit even if it's a loaf of bread because she goes "wow, really? have the wheelchair bound girl carry shit for you, sure" so the person stammers and she gets away with it every single time.
Duke is allowed to carry things. (Other teams have yet to find out about his injuries.) In fact, they compliment him on being responsible enough to not over-exert himself. He smiles back. (He's trying not to laugh.)
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iztea ¡ 3 months ago
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farmer aku can be something so personal,
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rotyolk ¡ 8 months ago
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miku day yippee!!!
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arcanegifs ¡ 4 days ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: SEASON 2 OPENING THEME (2024)
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acid-ixx ¡ 3 months ago
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a loving family, an unpalatable desire
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a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.
imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.
you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.
you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.
really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.
yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.
the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.
but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.
you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.
yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.
you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.
you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.
maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.
and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.
''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.
and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.
you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.
your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—
it's everything a parent wants, needs even.
and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.
so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.
a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.
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