#not the subject to be clear.

[valerieismss]

Guys why am I a bio minor like actually that’s fucking weird of me

[feastofsnakes]

[headcanonthings]

*During their first date* Bernard: So… what do you like to do in your free time? Tim, sleep deprived with no filter: I like to stalk. Bernard: Oh! Well I like to make Youtube videos Tim: I know.

[babybutchbluescomix]

out of literally everything in the world, id say my job gives me the most dysphoria

[dreamyintersexouppy]

part of this is from quippy answers from stressed out transfems but if you think "affected by transmisogyny" and "Transmisogyny Affected" mean the same thing when speaking about transfeminist theory, you are not speaking about transfeminist theory you're making up semantics to argue over

[daily-kinitopet]

more kinito x y/n. NOW! ⛈️⛈️⛈️

Day 9

All aboard the Webworld tour!

[autisticaradiamegido]

thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?

day 356

BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails

truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute

[onaperduamedee]

"Moiraine Damodred..." "No, if you have ever loved me, don't do this." "I command you to close the Waygate."

[willowser]

i have been in the anti-gojo coalition server for one (1) hour and this is what it has done to me. nerd gojo. EDIT TO SAY: OH MY GOD PHYSICS PROF GOJO !!

the physics professor grades papers in the campus library. way too late.

you're only there until nine, but gojo satoru always comes strolling through the doors sometime after seven with his book bag and sleek laptop, looking entirely too excited to care about quantum field theory. you suppose he always looks like that, though, especially in his classroom, in front of a whiteboard while droning on and on about infinities.

almost immediately after he sits down, he covers the entire surface of the table closest to the front (closest to you) with his belongings; blue and red sharpies, coffee from the shop around the corner, stacks upon stacks of paper. he even hums to himself — in a library — like he's just having the darndest time taking up all of yours.

it would be a lie to say it isn't amusing, though, even on nights like tonight. outside it's storming, albeit quietly, and the day has taken all it could from you; watching him with sleepy eyes as he mutters to himself is — cute, no matter how late it's getting.

"i have a question, professor,"

you're the only two left in the library at such an hour, but he still looks up with raised eyebrows, as if you could be talking to someone else. his grin spreads across his face slowly once he realizes, like a balm.

"and i have an answer."

you snort, tired and amused, when he wiggles his eyebrows. "is it possible for hours to sneak into the day? because it really feels like it's been more than eight today."

"hmm," he makes a show of thinking, tapping his pen against his pursed lips as if he really has to. you know he's full of it, though, because he's only twenty-eight and has more accolades than some of the oldest instructors. "each hour of the day corresponds to a specific duration based on earth's rotation and its orbital motion around the sun." he shrugs, smile dropping the more serious he gets, and — you kind of wish you wouldn't have asked, because you're too tired for this. "time dilation is a thing, but that's more...changes in the perception of time because of differences in realtive—"

gojo suddenly stops, and you can see the quick cut of his eyes over his glasses as he looks at you. when you raise a single eyebrow at him, he sticks out his tongue and blows a long raspberry, before turning to hunch back over his laptop.

"uh," he lets out a quick laugh and taps his pen against his forehead, a little aggressively. "short answer, no!"

and — you're sleepy. tired. the mascara you'd put on today is almost all dried out and flaking off underneath your eyes, you can hear the comfort of some sweatpants and your bed calling your name, but — gojo fiddles with the hair at the nape of his neck, angling his head away from you. embarrassed, maybe.

despite the heaviness to your eyes and the 9: 02 PM that shines in the corner of your computer screen, you ask,

"well, what's the long answer?"

his head snaps up to you again, but he doesn't respond, only watches with parted lips; the smartest man you've ever met needing a hint.

you glance towards the windows, the dark storm beyond them, before sending him a smile that spreads to his own face. "i think we might be here a while with the rain, if you wanna tell me."

he shakes his head at you and lightly clicks his tongue against his teeth, almost like he's disappointed, before reaching into his bag to pull out an umbrella. "should have checked the radar! though i'm happy to share, if you'd like." and despite how much of a dork you think he is, the little wink he sends you over his glasses has your tummy flipping.

but he's still — not getting it.

"satoru," you say, quietly, shaking your head when his playful expression drops and his cheeks turn a little rosy under the fluorescence. "sit here with me and tell me all about time, would you?"

you can see the gears turning in his big, fat brain, and another laugh slips out of him, light and yet full of nerves. after a moment, he runs a hand over his face, takes his glasses off to rub at his eyes, like he's tired, too.

but then he's blinking at you, excited, and you wonder if his eyes have always been so bright.

"well, time is a fundamental dimension in the universe..."

[awittlebabbyboy]

because we're childhood friends!

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Salem: How dare you recruit children to fight your war?

Ozpin: Excuse me, how old was Cinder when you told her she'd only be free if she did exactly what you told her?

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[anghraine]

I just read another good Atlantic article, "Kamala Harris and the Rise of Neobitherism," by Adam Serwer. I got it via a gift link on Bluesky, so the paywall hell described by the last Atlantic article I linked would be in effect for any direct link, but you should be able to find it.

Anyway, an excerpt [CW for various racisms, slavery, rape]:

[crazy-dane-art]

"He was no true knight," she whispered to him.

[maxedes]

look, do i like checo perez? no. but the amount of racist shit i‘ve had to see today alone is just insane.

being treated with decency and respect and not be subjected to discriminatory behavior is not a privilege to be earned by being good at your job or likable person, it is a human right.

i do love being a hater but if you resort to racism & xenophobia you are not only - but first and formost - a horrible person, but also uncreative. if you must hate be better & find some actual things to say.

if i see any racist hate i will assume that you‘re just a racist piece of trash hating for that reason and using any kind of incidents as a pretext to justify your disgusting views & you will be yelled at, reported & blocked.

[effervescentdragon]

i think a lot of people should google datenschutz/gdpr and how it protects people who bring in a complaint to their workplace/place of study before you start calling for the investigation to be published