#idk i was just thinking

[brain-deadx0]

Just popped into my head. Everyones heard of trans Danny.

But what about trans Sam? Her parents pushing the dresses and frills are their attempts to be supportive

Her mom got a daughter but her daughter isnt girly like she was.

Goth thing? Hope its a phase.

Trans thing? Thats our daughter!

[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

okay hear me out. coffee shop au but the coffee shop isn’t cozy. it isn’t aesthetic. it’s kinda run down and beaten into the earth.

the entire shop smells like burnt toast. the floor has a grim that never seems to fade with any amount of sweeping or scrubbing. the music playing comes through speakers so busted that it’s mostly static with random words and chords that make no sense. the drinks are extremely limited— you can get black coffee, or earl grey tea. sugar and creamer is sometimes available, if you’re lucky.

i don’t want them to fall in love in the best of circumstances. they need to work to love each other. maybe someday, they can find themselves greeting each other at the upscale coffee shop across town, with its cute string lights and gentle lo-fi and cozy seating and drinks. but for now, they’re in a grimy little place, neither of them at a high point, and they are in love.

[piracytheorist]

One of the things I never got quite clearly is how the education system works in the US. In my country, private schools are a rare occasion, even the most "humble" and cheap private schools are like, super rare, and for most of us, when we hear that someone attended a private school we go like "Wow your parents are super rich huh". Also, homeschooling just isn't a thing that happens here, apart from children with disabilities and mostly because they physically cannot attend school. But since most of my knowledge of how Murica works is from (mostly mainstream) American films, I pose here this poll.

Choose the option that applies the best to you, like if you attended private school for three years and public for nine, choose public school.

[seventeeneightyfine]

my nation is the nation of all shopgirls. we are answering rude questions and being shouted down. we are pitching our voices high so that we sound gentle as we deliver the news. making ends meet is difficult. we worry about breaking a bone, or about how standing for many hours has made our feet senseless and ugly. people breathe into our faces and we get sick. at the end of the day our time goes into the boss's pocket. we own nothing. we wear long glittering nails or a hidden boyhood in our hearts. there are millions of us. you meet us everywhere you go. the shopgirls of the world are more to me than a billion perfect smithsonians.

[djbeatz]

Chuuya in the Manga

Manga Spoilers below the cut

Okay, for all the manga readers. We know that Chuuya is a vampire (well it’s debatable at the moment, but semantics).

Okay, how was Chuuya of all people caught?

Like, I can understand Akutagawa and Higuchi. Gin is kind of questionable because she’s an assassin, I’d have assumed that she has a very refined danger sense. BUT HOW WAS CHUUYA CAUGHT????

I mean sure, you can actually take him off guard, it’s not like he can sense danger like an assassin would more likely do, but even then. Even if he was jumped, it’s literally impossible to overpower him unless you get to the goal before he can react. Ability or no ability, he could probably lift up a six foot grown man with one hand alone. I’m probably answering my own question here, but it’s a little interesting thinking about how that could’ve possibly gone down.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[wormspoodle]

compiled some things

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[ciderjacks]

Sometimes I’m reminded that in universe Chilchuck is an actually influential figure who like. Made huge advancements for his people and community. Like as in gave them rights and protections. And who is widely known by half-foots because of that. Like. He’s not just some guy.

Idk For some reason that just makes his role in canon really funny to me. Like this older, extremely important and accomplished figure is just willingly putting himself thru it for the sake of this random autistic 26 year old.

[starridge]

puppet hour was brutal

[gayvampyr]

asking people to be mindful of others when sharing a communal space (especially one you cannot just up and leave from) is not selfish or misanthropic. come on now

[inkedberries]

after patrolling, unwinding in a diner somewhere ...

throw the man a bone batman geez

[piracytheorist]

The reblog graphs from labs have returned and they work pretty much perfectly, better than their previous version even (and I think you can even use them to see previous reblogs of a post now that Tumblr decided to remove that function from the dashboard, though rip if you're on mobile) so now that we can see which reblogs on a post were the most "influential" or what reblog chains are going around (as in, how many reblogs with addition A are out there vs how many with addition B or even how many are reblogged directly from the source), I wonder if there would be possible to see which versions people "liked" from.

Like, if I make a post and person A reblogs it with an addition, and person B likes it, I won't be able to know if B liked it from A or from me. A will be the only one to know - but then, if person C reblogs A's addition without adding anything, and B likes that one instead, then neither I nor A will be able to know if B liked the original or A's addition.

And now that I think about it, knowing how internet cultures work it would probably cause a shit ton of drama so it may be better that we don't know XD

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)