#it's not great

[ashxketchum]

DIGI SAILORS REPORTING FOR DUTY...AND A LITTLE FUN (｡•̀ᴗ-)

[spotify-official]

Alright if you send in your wrapped I'll judge you, and! If you listened more than me, I'll give you a badge I made

[peacerisendove]

Me, multiple months ago: I hate how many of the bat boys have an undercut as their default hair style.*

Me, today: Tim would look good with long hair in an undercut style, and it would work if he still had the burn scars on the back of his head and neck.

*Note: I still hate the short undercut haircut and how it's like the hairstyle for three of the bat boys.

[thebuckandeddiething]

Me after that Eddie/Marisol still:

[goodluckclove]

Guys it's late, but have I made it clear enough that the only reason I strive to be as wholesome as I am is because I have witnessed Unbelievable Horrors and make a constant effort to choose kindness in order to avoid spiraling into nihilistic rage?

I've fucking earned my softness, people. It is hard as fuck to maintain this degree of wholesomeness in a world where C-PTSD has been known to reduce your overall lifespan and it is so easy to get drugs here. Oh my god. I was friends with a drug dealer for almost a year.

This isn't a cry for help or anything because your dad here is fine and dandy. I'm just saying maybe not every nice, soft person should be reduced to an uwu soft bean. I'm sure a lot of them are consciously deciding not to do this for themselves as well as those around them. It doesn't make them better, it doesn't make me better - but in my case the alternative is institutionalization or death and I'd rather not do that.

The way I live a choice I'm committed to making, but it's one that takes near-constant fucking effort. And if anyone says that's repression and not - like - managing mental illness and ending the cycle of generational trauma? I will hit you. It won't be a good hit. I don't know how to hit. But I'm going to try and then I'll feel pretty bad afterwards.

If you're a bleeding heart like I am, I'm with you. Have some of my lost blood if it'll keep you going a little longer. Hold out your hands, I'll squeeze it from my damp shirt tails.

You look thirsty. You should drink some water.

[little-laurance]

Aphtober Day 25: Maritime

(Song is Ship in a Bottle by Fin Argus)

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Symbiote AU prompt

John had been walking away from a seedy pub when he'd gotten the symbiote. He was tackled by the strange black glob he'd later learned called itself Amorpho, and it hadn't ever left. Luckily, they both seem to have similar senses of humor.

Symbiote powers and abilities or a more concise list here if anyone's interested

[tomatette]

Loki, S02E4 Leave him be, he doesn't know.

[irritablegallowglass]

Just Married - Peter Prentiss (Christian Kane)

[wildelydawn]

We're at the point of work where I am nonstop, constantly talking to clients all day and then becoming totally nonverbal afterwards. Its great.

[wild-magic-oops]

It's amazing (and ridiculous imo) how you can steal the Idol of Silvanus and then intimidate your way out of a fight and literally nothing happens. The theft of the idol is treated like the theft of any other trash item. The npc later comments that the idol is gone but that's it. And the idol even gives a buff while it's in your bag.

[i3utterflyeffect]

Viral infections are hard to create medications for because any chemical that targets a virus would naturally also target body cells; the viral protein coat and body cells are made of the same parts, allowing a virus to gain entry into a cell and use its machinery for its own purpose.

The Dark Lord's skin (or coat, if you prefer) was shredded and nonfunctional, but still retained some of its power. After their escape, they never used it on themselves again. Each of their viruses, however, contains a part, however miniscule of their original skin. Something to give a partial (but not complete) immunity. Something to tell a computer system I am supposed to be here. Let me in.

fascinating......... i like this thought--

though that DOES make it a lot more dangerous for the others I think, since it bypasses immunity-- the only person who they'd probably even try and bother making immune is Chosen, which means it's dangerous for them too.... like. as i mentioned I was already thinking it wasn't sustainable for dark, partially because their skin is very much part of them; so if a virus has access to their skin, it has access to their insides as well so to speak........

[illegiblehandwriting1]

hey do you guys want a shitty sketch about the very beginning of ch17 that has no spoilers

up to you guys

[flowercrown-bard]

Jaskier was a funny person. 

Well, perhaps he wasn’t so much funny as he was amusing. Whether he was stumbling over his own words while attempting to flirt, nearly knocking his head on a beam because he was looking at a handsome passerby or simply singing an outrageously sexual song - watching his antics made people laugh. The laughter wasn’t always kind, but it didn’t matter. Because the sneers and sardonic snickers were drowned out by the loudest laughter of all. And that laughter was Jaskier’s own. 

And why wouldn't he laugh? He was a funny person after all. It was only right that he laughed the loudest, that he was so confident in his own charm and humour.

Well, perhaps he was so much confident as he was a talented actor. He understood how comedy worked. He knew timing and rhythm and the rule of threes. He knew puns and clever sarcasm and even slapstick humour. But most of all, he knew what the average person in their average life found humorous. No rules of comedy could  ever be as effective at making people laugh, as pure Schadenfreude could be. Jaskier had still been a child when he had discovered this truth. He had wanted to make his parents laugh - they were always so serious. He had told them jokes he had learned from a travelling jester. He sang silly ditties and performed funny skits. At least he had thought them to be funny. His parents didn’t crack a smile. Not at his jokes, that is. His mother sure did try to hide her laughter behind a fan, whenever he forgot the punchline to a joke and his father snorted in amusement, whenever he messed up a song.

It was then, that Jaskier understood what made people laugh. And as he ran to his room to hide away under a blanket, until all his tears had dried up, he swore to himself to never laugh at anyone else the way his parents had laughed at him. If this cruelty was funny, then he could never find anything funny. Other people would never be the reason why he laughed.

The only person he could ever laugh at, was himself. Because he was the only one who truly understood his own jokes, who knew the irony of how much skill it took to present himself as a bumbling fool. So people laughed and laughed and laughed at Jaskier and he laughed with them. 

But not because Jaskier was a funny person. 

But because it was easier to pretend the glistening in his eyes came from tears of laughter and not those of hurt.

[sweeterthnfiction]

those aus gp insta comments about liam..... aren't overwhelmingly positive