#i want heads to roll

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I usually balk at those annoying liberals who blame normal people for red state regression, "this is what you get for voting Republican, this is your fault, I hope you got what you wanted," because 9 times out of 10 it's the politicians who are the problem. They are no longer beholden to a majority (not sure they ever really were), and completely divorced from reality, but sometimes I do have to wonder why normal people love them so much. It's one thing to defend voters in Wisconsin or Texas where things are close to 50-50 and the state legislatures have gerrymandered themselves into a permanent majority regardless of the popular vote, but then you have ethnostates like Idaho and Wyoming that are like >80% Republican and >90% white, and I have to come to terms with the fact that a lot of my countrymen really do want everyone who isn't them to live in squalor. Idaho; no abortions, no traveling out of state for abortions, a lot of hospitals no longer delivering babies because they're afraid of getting sued by the government for imaginary abortions, it's an unlivable hellscape for women, and yet a supermajoroty support the fucking Handmaid's Tale. How can anyone be single issue in today's climate? How can anyone ignore the glaring breaches of freedom just because their representative hates the same people they do? Florida's no better, we're arguably worse, what with the fucking demon we have as a governor, I just don't understand why anyone wants to live like this? How can a party that has controlled the government unopposed for decades shift blame onto the side that has been out of power the whole time? Why is there so much wanton cruelty? Are we really a society of sociopaths who just want to do harm for harm's sake? It's like the people who voted for the Leopards Eating Faces Party have stopped complaining that the leopards are eating their faces and are instead embracing it like it is their civic duty.

"I regret that I have but one face to give for my leopard!"

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[heartfulselkie]

Marinette: (furiously knitting)

Marinette: (furiously drawing)

Marinette: (furiously baking)

Marinette: (furiously optimizing hero squad's patrols)

Marinette: (furiously brainstorming new ways the hero squad can help Paris)

Marinette: (back to furiously drawing but not the same one as before)

Alya: you know - just because you have an idea doesn't mean you have to act on it

Marinette: what?

Alya: you don't have to do every idea you ever think of

Marinette: what are you talking about and also how dare you

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

bunch of random jrwi sketches :3

reminder my commissions are open :D

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[whatev-i-guess]

Ghost: Hey, what's wrong?

Soap: Why do you assume that something is wrong?

Ghost: Because you are the sunshine of the team and your sun isn't shining.

Soap: Never asked to be the "sunshine", you all just made me one.

Ghost: Yeah okay, what's wrong with you today?

Soap: I am just... not feeling good.

Ghost gently taking Soap's hand: Well, then let me help you to feel better instead of pushing me away.

Soap: I am sorry...thank you, love.

Ghost: Don't mention it. No one can be happy all the time, Johnny.

[dizzybizz]

sleepy gill and gill with the bubbled evil cat

[calamityskies]

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.

Masters of the Air episode 5 / Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Tennyson

Screencaps from @itstheheebiejeebies

[razberrypuck]

wanted to draw it some more before I posted this but I like how this turned out so have a fucked up and evil silly rabbit :)

[lunarrolls]

i still cannot fucking believe the audacity of ludinus da’leth to see that bells hells has some of his old shit from molaesmyr, realize that this means they must have done some digging on what he did to molaesmyr (aka BLOW UP THE ENTIRE CITY TRYING TO USE IT AS A GOD KILLING BATTERY and fucking up so badly that it CORRUPTS THE SAVALIRWOOD FOR CENTURIES AFTERWARD), and then say, with his full chest, “good you’ve done your homework surely you know i’m based as hell and we can stop fighting :^)” like sir WHAT do you mean. they fought a GIANT WORM WOLF. it was MELTED TOGETHER. like a fucking GUMMY WORM. YOU DID THAT! WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN, MY GUY!

[dailyloopdeloop]

miraloop qpr 🥺? qpr miraloop 🥺? mirabelle and loop qpr 🥺?

DAY 28: hug that star

[daffi-990]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🏙️

Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Make sure to check out what they shared today! (and maybe send James a virtual hug or a stupid punny joke? He’s been sick for 3 weeks and I’m sure he could use some cheering up 😘)

I have been wanting so desperately to write the past few days but a cold has my sinuses putting so much pressure on my head I feel like it’s going to explode, plus it’s school holidays and it’s been raining so I’ve got two very energetic kids with cabin fever running around causing mayhem 😅.

BUT! I did manage to write a little something for LA Lonely so yay (even though it may not be great, at least it’s words)

Pre snippet here

Buck is woken up by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. The bed jostles, Buck letting out an annoyed grumble as the warm body that is wrapped around him disappears. There is a kiss pressed to his naked shoulder, a whispered apology and then the rustling of the blankets as the person leaves the bed, answering the phone with a quiet hello.

Rolling over to check the time, Buck’s surprised to see that it’s almost 9. Usually his body clock wakes him up at 7am everyday, whether he stayed up late or not, so sleep-ins are a rare thing. He rolls onto his back, groaning as he stretches his arms up above his head. There’s a slight ache in his ass but it’s a reminder of the fantastic sex he had last night and honestly, Buck doesn’t mind the discomfort.

He hears footsteps on the stairs, the wood creaking slightly and then the most attractive man Buck has ever laid eyes on is standing at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but underwear and a soft apologetic smile that has Buck’s tummy swooping.

Eddie.

The man’s name is Eddie, Buck remembers. And remember he should because he was moaning it loud enough last night.

Eddie has a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he picks up his jeans and begins to awkwardly shimmy them up his legs. “I told you, I overslept. But I’m getting ready now and can be there in —” he looks down at his wrist and frowns, his eyes sweeping over the discarded clothes on the floor before zeroing in on Buck’s second nightstand where a clunky watch sits. Eddie grabs the watch, quickly checking the time before he begins strapping it on. “I can be there in 20 minutes, 15 if the traffic is good.”

Buck feels a pang in his chest and then instantly chastises himself. This was just another hookup, a one night stand —nothing more than that. He was foolish to think that what he felt last night with Eddie was anything real. It was just the hormones.

Eddie may have stayed, but that was probably because he was hoping to get lucky again this morning. Or like Buck, he slept in and didn’t get a chance to sneak out before Buck woke up.

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[saotome-michi]

I'm sure that this has been stated many times before, but the way Assassination Classroom begins and ends with Koro Sensei taking attendance is just writing genius.

The first roll call is loud, violent, and chaotic; it's literally all the kids shooting machine guns at Koro Sensei while he effortlessly dodges them and cheekily calls out their names, telling them to speak louder so that he can hear them over all the gunfire. It's impersonal—we don't focus on any of the kids except Nagisa, everyone else is just a figure with a gun.

The last roll call is the exact opposite: quiet, intimate, and personal. Once again, all the kids surround Koro Sensei, but now they're on top of him, pinning down his tentacles, and he is completely immobile on the ground. Now, against the backdrop of this quiet night, we focus on every student of Class 3-E, each of them getting their moment with Koro Sensei as he gently calls out their names and waits for them to say "here".

A beautiful example of connecting the beginning with the end in a way that effectively conveys the progression of everyone involved. Bravo Matsui sensei, bravo.

[alexjcrowley]

The thing about brocedes still living in the same building makes me wanna munch my walls because on one hand I am convinced they're basically playing gay chicken except the first one to move out of that condo is not gay but implicitly admits to be psychologically weaker so now the fight is not about who wins the championship but who can recover more swiftly from 2016 and pretend he's unbothered by losing one of the most meaningful relationships of his life, it's psychosexual and unbelievable and uselessly painful and nobody really wins so they're both fucking ridiculous, they really said after the most heartbreaking friendship breakup ever documented on live tv let's be a little silly let's prolong our rivalry to levels only reached by american sitcoms

On the other hand

On other hand it makes perfect sense. They're not gonna move out because moving out would mean letting the fight die which would mean getting out of eachothers lives forever. Because when the fight ends we can't go back to being friends so I'd be forced to simply leave you behind and I can't do that. Let's keep up the fight, let me keep us for a little more, out of spite if not out of love. Yes I hate you and I can't even say your name and I won't call you on your birthday but please let me pretend it's out of my hands if I see you in the hallway one morning and then I hide behind a door. Until we live in the same building I have an excuse to see you without admitting I want to. Without testing my pride to see if I had the courage to come to you when we had no chance to meet on the stairs anymore, because I don't think I would allow myself that and I know I would suffer tremendously for it. We can't be a part of eachothers lives anymore because I've hurt you too much and you've done the same, we can't go back, but please don't let me move forward. You won't speak to me anymore but let me at least see your face once in a while. Not on posters or tv or internet, your face, without filters and the perfect lighting, with eyebags and imperfect hair and anything other than the press-trained smile because that is- was my friend, the man on tv- I don't know who that is. And it's my home, my home, understood, you can't force me out of it like you forced me out of your life so you move first if you want to move but I don't want to. It's my home and you were my friend and I'll be damned if I let you take anything else away from me again. I can't bear you in my life and I can't bear you out of it. Let's keep things muddy and confused and ridiculous, let's not ever put an end to this. Remind me everyday why I hate you rather than go away and force me to think maybe I still care about you more than I have ever hated you. Do not let this heal, because who knows if one of us will ever have the courage to go back to this car crash to see if there's still something that can be saved. I will stay here, forcing you to look around before you leave your apartment and check the flight of the stairs to see if I'm coming up when you need to go down, like a monster always hidden in a dark corner, like a ghost I will haunt you. I will force my presence into your life, if not in your home, at your table, in your living room, then in the corner of your eye, in a set of steps you could never not recognise, in a shadow approaching the hallway. The hurt will persevere and so will the love, in this new wretched form. We swore we would always be at eachothers side, we never said how. No, I won't move out and I won't move on. Allow me to force you to do the same.

[perdamian]

thinking about the way i said, out loud, “they should cut the rat grinders heads off and throw them in the lava so it’ll be harder to revive them” mere moments before murph made the same comment… riz gukgak you will always be my most beloved maniac