#i still have a lot 2 think ab

[garmydon]

i so badly wanna make a phantom of the opera ninjago au cuz i'm insane and love poto........ i make poto aus in my head 4 every piece of media i like LMFAO

[lemongogo]

college … wasted on the youth (me)

[crunchycrystals]

still can't get over the stupid goddamn anthpo video. genuinely fucking disgusted thinking ab it

[doomordestiny]

did i ever tell y’all riptide directly gave me wrist problems. when i first got into it i was drawing those pirates on my digital tablet so much that i ended up not being able to draw without it causing insane pain throughout my hand 😭😭

[allieinarden]

I’m just saying there was for sure a Simpsons writing decline from the late 90s on, but the correspondent visual decline is a severely underdiscussed facet of the problem and I have yet to see a lengthy essay about it from someone who appreciates the show from the art end.

[louismygf]

just recently watched this is us with my college friends

[a-ikuoliver]

me vs over sharing

[knifearo]

I've been enjoying all your posts lately, especially all the community engagement. It makes me think about posting more personal aroace content instead of just reblogging.

I'm full of feelings but not sure what I really have to contribute to the conversation. Aro-identified people skew young and I feel like nobody's going to care what a middle aged aroace has to say but now I'm like hang on, maybe all aro content is good content, I don't know, I'm thinking about it.

i am absolutely of the opinion that all aro content is good content! especially because a lot of us skew young, i think it's so important to have (first of all just aro content in General. there's always a lack of that. but especially) aro content from people who don't usually have their perspectives talked about. if you've got nothing to contribute to the conversation that's fine :) more than half the time i do not either, i just make a silly happy little lah di dah i love aromanticism post and chit chat with all the little aromantic people who live on my laptop. if you're aromantic and you're engaging with the community then everybody should be more than happy to have you there :) just like you said. all aro content is good content. your opinion is valuable and your presence is treasured <2

[duckduckngoose]

I'll forever be sad i wasnt into taz back in 2019-2020 and i couldnt run surveys back than because id LOVE to compare the fandom from then to how it is now

[bagelthatwrites]

Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)

Chapter 1: Unfortunate Mishaps

Summary: Reagan Ridley tries to be prepared for situations, but the job always manages to surprise her.

Especially when she's thrust into another universe, and stuck figuring out how to get back.

Fandoms: Undertale (2015), Inside Job (2021 Cartoon)

Notes: (thank you to my good friends @pastelkonpeito and @maddestmewmew for beta reading this chapter!! also another thank you to hen again for helping me improve the pacing !) Also this takes place briefly after part 2 of the show, and after the true pacifist ending of Undertale.

WARNINGS: blood mention, possibly death, also swearing

~~~

If you knew anything about Cognito’s head robotics scientist, it’s that she’s been on this job for over a decade.

The job came with many problems and risks, be it near death experiences, dealing with cover-ups and disappearing accidental witnesses, or nearly losing an appendage or two.

But out of everything Reagan Ridley’s done and been through, she didn’t think she would spend her last moments like this.

The machine had taken months to finish, endless all-nighters spent programming, and connecting wires, and checking and rechecking the blueprints to make it perfect. 

The companion watch took just a few weeks to properly sync to the shiny, new transporter… 

And it malfunctioned. And it took her with it.

~~~

It was a decently quiet night in the building, and the cool wind from outside somehow seeped its way through from the windows to the quite sizable space of Ridley Labs, though it never affected Reagan, as she was used to the drafty windows. Never got the damn things fixed.

Her best friend and co-team leader Brett Hand shivered, though, used to the rest of the building being room temperature. 

As Reagan installed the last few panels onto the transporter core, Brett took a minute to look around the lab again.

It was in its usual state, messy but somehow organized enough. Fitting for her, isn’t it?

“Alright, we’re almost ready.” She lifted the welding mask and switched off the propane torch, turning to him. “Brett, do you have the watch?” “Oh- yeah.” He handed her the device. “So… what does this do again?” “Were you even listening the first time?” She muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. “Well, the old teleporter was broken and out of date, so I took the liberty of building a new one. This one syncs to a watch- the one I’m holding here- to take the wearer to and from their destination. The machine serves to make sure that the watch works as intended, and to actually choose your destination.” She patted the machine, and put the wristwatch on, adjusting it.

“You’re here in case something happens to me.” She pointed to Brett, and walked back over, putting her hands on his shoulders. “...If I’m gonna be honest, you’re the only person in this place that I’d trust if anything happened to me.”

“Awww… Reags!” He smiled bright, pulling her into a tight hug. “Me too.”

“Put me down, you goober, or we won’t be able to start the experiment!” She laughed out and smacked at his arm.

He placed her back down and she turned to activate the machine and the watch. “Alright. I’ll start with a decent location… somewhere just outside of DC.” She pressed a few buttons on the machine.

“But… what if you can’t get back? You might have to walk for a while…” Brett commented. He widened his eyes. “OR! I could come and pick you up!” She snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” She presses a button on the watch.

“Alright.”

The transporter vrrrr’d to life, and its sounds echoed across the lab in a pleasant symphony of machinery.

“It’s working!!” Reagan couldn’t hide her excitement, her eyes lighting up as a smirk appeared on her face. “Brett, it’s working!”

Brett squealed in corresponding exhilaration as the watch lit up in unison.

The excitement of the pair was short-lived, as the wristwatch elicited short shocks.

“Shit.” Reagan struggled to get the watch off, as she felt the teleportation tech do its magic. “I can’t- shit, fuck, it’s stuck! I can’t get it-”

And she disappeared in a flash.

Brett’s phone buzzed, and the call was from…

…Reagan. He sighed in relief and clicked to accept the call, only to see a screen of white.

“Reagan????”

Reagan comes on screen, hair whipping in the wind (wind????????).

"Brett! Are y-ou getting this tr-ansmi-ssion!?" The audio and video were cutting out, but Brett nodded. 

"List-en to me! I d-on't know wh-er-e I am, but no m-atter WHAT, you have -to keep the m-achine running! I seem to- to h-ave gone to a- different area than intended-”

She pushed her hair out of her face and looked around, squinting in the foggy winter wonderland- if she remembered correctly… it was supposed to be… September.

Oh god.

“I-I.. I-’m th-ink in a di-ffere-nt uni-v-erse! And it's hailing b-" A piece of hail flew down and nailed the scientist right in the temple, causing her to fall over into the snow. 

"Reagan? REAGAN!?" Brett brought the screen closer. 

"Aw- SH-IT, I... there's sn-ow getting into the wa-tch a-nd I-" Reagan's eyes drooped slightly, and they both noticed blood dripping down her face from the deep cut, now very prominent on the side of her head. 

“Shit- Th-this is go-ing a lot w-or-se th-an I th-oug-ht it wo-uld! If I c-an get th-e wat-ch to-”

…She couldn’t…

Reagan felt herself getting weaker. There was blood dripping down into the snow now.

The situation was getting worse. The situation was unsolvable.

"...Brett... if I don't su-rvive this... I j- just want you to know that I'm sorry... for ev-eryth-ing. You w-ere a... a good fr-iend." Reagan felt herself getting more lightheaded, and the watch glitched and crackled as the weather worsened the condition. 

"Reagan, why are you apologizing..? Hey- no- listen, you'll come back, you'll be okay, I promise- REAGAN?" Brett teared up and clasped his hands worriedly. The transmission was almost lost. 

"...G-oodbye, Br-ett." The screen cut out as white overtook the transmission video, and the small screen finally displayed "SIGNAL LOST". 

"Reagan? REAGAN!" Brett called out, but no one answered. 

He felt his stomach twist.

…She…

…

He failed to keep himself stable on the edge of the desk, starting to slide down and sit on the floor.

His heart caught in his throat as he choked up, tears falling, the lab now dreadfully silent.

~~~

“Oh goodness…. Frisk! Get the first aid kit!”

[kitttenteeth]

lots of emotional thoughts 2day Ew

[juniperhillpatient]

I think I’m becoming a little bit of a Troy Abed Annie girly. A little

[surayazayad]

No bc why am I thinking ab how the reasons Kiara and Yazan stopped talking are so sad bc under normal circumstances she absolutely would’ve reached out despite everything but she was dealing w a period where she was truly alone. No high school friends, living alone for the first time, w nothing from Edith or her mom, she was struggling!! And esp after her break up she went through a period of depression that left her further isolated to the point where she was basically moving between home and school (which she stayed in partially because it was the only sort of structure and consistency she had to cling to) and doing nothing else. When she realized she had missed wishing yazan happy birthday for the first time in her life she ended up feeling so guilty it pushed her to isolate further, of course he had no clue this was happening, being so far away she didn’t feel she could reach out anyway and esp not after that. By the time she figured her way out and started healing it had been months, but the guilt of not reaching out and of being what she considered a bad friend lingered so she simply didn’t

[gurorori]

jus' found out mashrou' leila & mika literally had a concert together. hwat.

I LOVEEE mashrou' leila :[ they r also lebanese & queer like mika & have songs dedicated 2 the topic

one dats always stayed w me is

it's translated as 'ghost', after a gay nightclub in beirut dat was shut down (4 da obvious reasons)... the lyrics always make me sooo emotionla. idk they hit right in da heart. i think the queer experience in the middle east hits home here too. well also they're jus' very beautiful ↓

Showered with this city's bullets, I chorused with ghosts / Bathed by traffic lights, I danced our dabkeh / Till i was high on the the marrow of the electric pole, / And i poured tears - neon - on swollen pupils / Till the fezzes came to take us, to prisons, to castrate us, to make medallions / But we sewed flags from funeral shrouds (from friends on death row).

The mushrooms have started to grow / Tomorrow we inherit the earth / The mushrooms have started to grow / Tomorrow we inherit the earth

My life spent; with rights mortgaged off to your sentiments / My history erased from our books like they were yours to claim / Our hips translated Sappho and Abu Nuwas in the tongue of oohs and aahs / On bed sheets embroidered with the same oohs and aahs we chanted at the picket line.

The mushrooms have started to grow / Tomorrow we inherit the earth / The mushrooms have started to grow / Tomorrow we inherit the earth

For now we still have songs; Sing with your highest heels on

[fideidefenswhore]

Many who knew Henry well seem to have responded to him not just with awe, but with affection. Charles Brandon was, in 1509, just an esquire in the old king's funeral procession, but he rose to become duke of Suffolk on the basis of friendship with Henry, and ended as his brother-in-law. Thomas Cranmer, for whom the king caused many difficulties, held his hand as he lay dying, and seems to have mourned him sincerely. More remarkably, his discarded wives could still speak of him with devotion. Katherine of Aragon wrote in her last letter to him, 'Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.' Anne Boleyn, on the scaffold, said to the crowd, 'I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord.' Anne of Cleves, often to be held to be the lucky one who escaped his clutches without harm, remained his friend for the rest of his life. These levels of attachment should warn us not to make easy assumptions.

Tudor England: A History, Lucy Wooding

[jasnstilnski]

apple scrapping the theatrical release of austins new movie and instead pushing to distribute it via streaming only despite the filmmakers wishes and even though pitt and clooney both put in extra funds to ensure theatrical release..... they are doing this to hurt me specifically