#oh well. fuck it

[effervescentdragon]

Seb x Michael (Idk their ship name :( ) Journalism in the 19th century (super specific ik)

best i can do is a vaguely sherlockian non-specific journalism au, sorry 🙈

"And you believe this information to be genuine, my dear?" Michael asks him, and Sebastian adjusts his waistcoat and clears his throat, for it is unbecoming for him to become so flustered by a common expression of affection. Michael bears him affection, Sebastian knows this, for there is no mocking affectation in his words which he had observed on many an occasion when they were in similar company, though it was never, in the course of their acquaintance, directed at him.

"I am certain, my dear - Sir, that - that there is no mistake to be made here. The bandit is surely on his way to our lodgings, as per your assumption, and if we are to seize him before he commits another atrocity, we should make haste."

Detectives Webber and Coulthard look at each other for only a moment, before they hurry through the door, almost stumbling over each other in their haste to be the first to apprehend the villain. Schumacher - Michael, when we are alone, it is Michael - stays immovable, his pipe still smoking, and only gives Sebastian a small quirk of his brow. Sebastian cannot help but smile.

"I should have, perhaps, been somewhat clearer with our detectives," he says, stepping closer to Michael. "The villain is surely on his way towards our lodging, however," he licks his lips, "he is travelling on a late train from Rotterdam, which means it will take him -"

"- some four or so hours to be here," Michael interrupts him with a smile. "Therefore, we will not have to hurry, and we will still get our exclusive for tomorrow's print."

"We should get the camera, too. I know Detective Webber opposes our use of it, but if we come to the destination just before the bandit does, he will surely not have time to object, no?" Sebastian adds with a self-satisfied grin, and is rewarded by Michael stepping even closer. The whiff of tobacco is strong on his breath, and it always makes Sebastian light-headed.

"Indeed," he affirms in a low voice. "Splendid thinking, my dearest, clever boy."

Sebastian's lips part involuntarily. They are alone in the office, for it is quite late already, and they are in no hurry. The camera is sat next to Michael's desk, and even if they have issues summoning a cab, it will take them three-quarters of an hour at most to get to their destination. Webber and Coulthard will be too preocupied trying to outdo one another to think to come back.

Sebastian only knows all this because of Michael's tutelage, which means that Michael has known it since Sebastian first spoke; mayhaps even before. He probably read it in the satisfaction beaming from Sebastian's face from the moment he stepped into their newspaper's office.

"Now," Michael says, "by my calculations, we have at least an hour before we are in danger of being interrupted in any way. What shall we do, my dear Sebastian?"

His finger comes up to Sebastian's waistcoat, playing with the button. He is taller than Sebastian, and his eyes are live fire, and he is larger than life to Sebastian. The buttons on his own waistcoat are half-unbottoned already, in that careless way he has that only adds to both his ruggedness and his handsomeness.

Sebastian swallows, and falls down to his knees.

[sabertoothwalrus]

get him a ouppy!!!!!

[inkskinned]

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Bruce keeping a tighter and tighter lid on his identity around the Justice League because with each new person to reveal their identity he realizes that he has fucked far too high a percentage of his co workers as Bruce Wayne and he has to take this secret to his grave

[deadpoolian]

Cute Marvel Snap animation

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[beesorcery]

finally got around to this weeks nsbu

[bansq]

that one meme everyone is doing

[crplpunkklavier]

hey after kristoph gavin planted atroquinine in a kid's favorite nailpolish, while he was spending seven long agonizing years waiting for the kid to actually poison herself, how badly do you think he pissed his dumb little blue pants when 6 years in his brother presumably out of nowhere published a song titled "atroquinine my love" and made the whole world sing it for a little while

[tonaegiri]

this guy

[chocochococoffee]

what happens when you change your web standards to be only english-speaker inclusive

[ash-and-starlight]

The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀

Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.

anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck

(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)

[inkskinned]

"don't make it political!" .... what proportion of death and suffering must occur before politics are involved. if this isn't political, what is even the point of any politics, ever. of democracy. the words are "by the people for the people." if i am going to be left alone by my elected representatives to "figure it out" - to undergo damage, hardship, fear. what the fuck did i elect them for. what was their job. the entire point is that they handle this shit. this is why we were supposed to be electing leaders.

poverty is political. misogyny is political. gun control is political. climate change is political. how much aid a community gets is political. what the fuck are you talking about. it's been political this whole fucking time.

[sketchy-tour]

Thank you, Remderem!

[stump-not-found]

mabel pines #1 hater

[wistfulenchantress]

completed.

EDIT: this has now, as of this edit, reached over 2,000 notes. And I have started doing the things. My life is still far from perfect, but I genuinely do scroll through all the replies and reblogs and watch people get other people to help and reassure me and check on me and it makes me feel so much more loved than i normally do. i'm even going to bed earlier because you said i should. i love all of you so much, and i owe you 2,053 times. all my love, witch.

ORIGINAL POST:

ok here goes. i haven't taken enough care of myself recently. so here we go

if this reaches 100 notes i will start doing yoga again, to help with my anxiety COMPLETE (how you guys are insane)

if this reaches 200 notes i'll start studying more and putting in more effort COMPLETE (o my gosh)

if it reaches 500 i will actually try my best to exercise for the right reasons, instead of random bursts of self-hatred/body hatred COMPLETE (i posted this yesterday evening)

if this reaches 700 notes i will try my absolute best to fix my sleep schedule COMPLETE (ok this is insane)

if this reaches 1000 notes i will be more honest with my therapist COMPLETE (dammit you guys ilysm but this is gonna be hard)

if this reaches 2300 notes i will be more honest with myself about why i am turning to tumblr for this kind of thing and write a poem about it. (this one is a joke since i think 5000 is impossible, and i will write a poem for you guys anyway. i love you) (i’ve now changed this to a more reasonable goal - one really close to what i have now - because honestly i want you guys to succeed because the fact that people are still on this post is insane and it makes me smile.) AND COMPLETE! (i love every person who interacted with this post so much it isn’t even funny. all my gratitude and adoration, witch)

this ends at the beginning of may. you can spam i guess i have 35 followers it prob wont even reach 100. but go ahead, tumblr, do your thing. lol