#how did I forget this

[autistic-sidestep]

#Because I've started to feel something for him?

You have a sinking feeling that you might be feeling something more for Chen than just friendship. Something you're unsure about and trying to ignore. If there are scales from stupid to stupid, you're somewhere on it for even considering it.

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

TODAY I was reminded that Percy beat up Polyphemus so bad that he started crying.

[sunriozz]

Oh my fucking god the kid who played young boy also played fucking ryan homelander

[gaysetokaibas]

I FORGOT TWIRPS WAS A YUGIOH FAN

[cinematicnomad]

oh my god, my coworker just told me that he hasn't had hot water for 3 weeks and i asked how he's been showering and he said he's either a) been going to friends places or b) heating water on his stovetop and filling his bathtub.

which REMINDED ME that at one of my previous apartments, our hot water sucked so badly that if you wanted to take a bath you could maybe fill it with hot water about half way and then you'd have to fill up several kettles with hot water to top it off bc otherwise the water would turn cold.

HOW DID I LIVE LIKE THAT?? i was paying over a grand to live in an apartment without enough hot water to fill a single bath, oh my god

[crippledtoaster]

IVE JUST BEEN REMINDED OF THE FACT THAT THERE IS A CHARACTER IN THE DC UNIVERSE WHO IS DANNY THE SENTIENT GENDER QUEER STREET

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

wait gill can call lightning on people??

[superchaipa]

Never forget the the time Ophion called Toji a boy toy.This is a historical event.

And never forget the fact that Ophion thought you were hookig up with Toji in his absence.

It's the new holy trinity: MC, Ophion & Boy Toy.

[ethernitty]

armand had a BRITISH ACCENT

[chaos-le-mieux]

Arctictale: Frisk and Dummy

OMG, I somehow forgot to post this here.

The next two candidates for my AU Frisk and Dummy! Frisk, the 8th fallen. Their reasoning for jumping down, as per usual, is not a very happy reason. However, meeting Chara and Asriel changes their outlook on life. Chara is sympathetic, being the first fallen, they know what it's like to be in Frisk's shoes. Asriel on the other hand is more passive, as he sees helping Frisk pointless as they're just going to leave the ruins and presumably meet the same fate as the other 6 children. That being said, he's still nice to them, and tells them about Snowdin Town, Waterfall, and MTT Resort. Their Stick is a mini toy hockey stick, and they still have the classic band-aid (this time with a snowflake). They also have a Snowflake on their jersey. Dummy, okay, not really a character, I mean, they kinda are, just needed to pair Frisk with someone before I move to the next pair XD it's a stuffed polar bear :3 Arctictale World: The Ruins. The frigid interiors are almost as cold as Snowdin, with warming stations that serve as check points for travelers to stay safe. It's home to Asriel and Chara and the monsters who reside there. Chara and Asriel escort Frisk through the ruins. So nothing but pacifism here! Unless an outside force, like an anomaly, tries to change that. Enjoy~ Undertale © Toby Fox Arctictale © Me

[hoejosatoru]

I just remembered the actor who plays Chishiya (nijiro murakami) also plays Kazutora in the live action of Tokyo Revengers. I need some privacy

[prouvaireafterdark]

listen I know it's heartbreaking that Claudia dies and it's understandable to wish she didn't, but let's please not accuse the writers of fridging her. to do so is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story and is frankly insulting to the intelligence and skill of the writers of the show.

Claudia's death, and the overwhelming grief and regret her parents experience because of it, is quite literally the point of the entire story. she dies because Anne's daughter Michele died of leukemia when she was five years old and there was nothing she or her husband could do to prevent it.

writing IWTV was how Anne coped with the unimaginable loss of a parent losing her child. she created a story about a little girl that could not die and then killed her anyway. Claudia's death is a senseless, unavoidable tragedy, just like Michele's was. the grief that haunts Louis and Lestat for the rest of their lives is the same grief that haunted Anne and her husband.

so when you're accusing people of killing Claudia off to benefit a story about two men, please remember that in real life sometimes parents lose their children. please remember Michele Rice.

she's the reason Claudia exists.

she's also the reason Claudia cannot be saved.

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[higgsbosom]

WILSON IS LISBONS COUSIN???

[chemicalarospec]

like good winter memories??? insane how reading these old mesages are triggering those vibes. i thought my brain switched all weather to sunny when thinkign of past memories but really i do think this was a special time in my life despite everything that happened

[ebonyheartnet]

-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.