#over atlantic

[elexuscal]

"it's concerning if university students are genuinely struggling to read full adult-level books for class" and "don't overstate the reporting of a single news article" and "if this shift is genuinely real, it's reflective of broad curriculum changes in lower education levels, probably at least in part due to remote schooling during COVID, and doesn't mean the new generation is being willfully Stupid and Vapid" and "when reading for personal pleasure people should read whatever they like without shame" and "reading from a broad variety of genres, styles, and authorial backgrounds will improve your understanding of both literature and the real world" and "actively mocking people for their tastes in books does not encourage them to become more adventurous you're just being mean" and also "but seriously adult books are not just boringly pretentious nothingburgers padded with pointless sex scenes, and claiming they are just shows how little you've read" all can and should co-exist.

[ppjeterka]

my thoughts re: the main cast of the new nhl amazon docu-series

[eemoo1o-animoo]

Finding this image so interesting because Sebastian lets himself be photographed.

[charmvinyl]

guuuuysss... hear me out... sleazy drug dealer! Art with shy inexperienced reader... the cute, perfect girl who's never touched drugs or alcohol but wants to try it out cause all her friends do it! and of course art's perfect. he's constantly hanging out around the area, overcharging shitty high school kids just cause he can. he'd definitely charge you 80 for a gram the first time u meet just to see if you'd actually take the bait. surprised enough when u do and God. it's so fun toying with you </33

[puppppppppy]

“Who are you texting that has you smiling at your phone like that” I am giving my friends a headache

[t00thpasteface]

the atlantic call of duty

[kaelidascope]

For those of you who aren't following me on Twitter, I am right smack dab in the middle of the projected path for hurricane Milton. I don't get service where I am, so if I lose power, I won't be able to reach anybody until it's restored or I head several miles toward the nearest city. So like, errr, pray for me NGKFNGJKGF I've been dealing with hurricanes for 28 years, this one got me a bit concerned ngl

[hamletshoeratio]

"A strong queen is just what this country needs!"

The Irish who know the queen in question as the famine queen:

[coffee-rack-art]

Post mash feat. ill Trapper AND a cat.

[daddysroyalwhore]

“Call me when they bury bodies underwater

It's blue light over murder for me

Crumble like a temple built from future daughters

To wasteland when the oceans recede”

[bruciemilf]

Hello! I love the Kryptonian dad au and was wondering if you had any more headcanons you wouldn’t mind sharing for it? I was also wondering how well Clark and Bruce’s kids would get along later?

!!!!

So, for context, kryptonian Daddy AU is about dilf Clark, whose baby crashes into Gotham, right in the arms of reclusive single father Bruce Wayne.

While Clark (understandably) goes on a murderous, protective rampage in search for his baby, Bruce looks at that and thinks. Hot.

My favorite headcanon atm is that Jon's a little troublemaker and drags Dick, Tim, and Jay all over the city. A baby that can fly is a parents' worst nightmare. Not for Clark. He actually has fun.

"Jon punched Bane in the face. It was awesome."

Can anyone blame Bruce for premature balding? No, i don't think so.

[revasserium]

anon request: why they call it falling x osamu miya

126. why they call it falling

osamu; 1,078 words; fluff and the most fleeting of suggestive themes; really just a character study on the miya twins + reader as a conduit for character dev

he has always had someone who knew exactly what he was thinking, exactly how he was feeling. because when god made twins (or so osamu thinks), they got really fucking lazy and probably just hit ctrl+v one too many times.

when he meets you for a first time, he wonders if this is what it felt like for a hurricane and a typhoon to finally learn about each other, the only difference between them being where they occur — only an entire ocean and half a world apart.

“i think… i met someone,” he says.

“i think… i’m done with volleyball after high school ends,” he says.

“i think you’re an idiot,” atsumu says.

“do you… think i’m an idiot?” osamu asks, sitting across from you on a summer evening, long after practice has been over, but the stickiness of the day still lingers on his skin. tsumu is still mad at him, but what else is new?

you regard him for a minute, pressing your lips into a soft, thin line as you stare out across the darkening horizon.

“no…” you say finally, looking down at your hands, loose in your lap. osamu looks down at his own hands, loose in his lap, his palms littered with calluses from all the hours of practice. all the hours of dreaming.

“i don’t think you’re an idiot.”

osamu smiles, nodding, “thanks…”

the truth is that it’s been way too long since he’s felt like the shadow of himself, or perhaps of someone else, and it’s been way too long since he’s really known what it felt like to do something with his whole entire soul and feel good about it. and that’s a kind of growing up too — so he learns — that’s a kind of changing.

“we wanted to be the best,” he admits, chuckling to himself, the thought of it now somehow ridiculous in a way that it’s never been to him before. he shakes his head and sighs, shaking our his bangs from his eyes as he casts his gaze up towards the first burgeoning stars.

“you still can — what’s stopping you?” you ask, your grin going lopsided in the way he likes. and when he looks back at you, he sees the world reflected in your eyes.

later that night, when he is making music of your body with his lips skimming a line along the sharp of your exposed collarbones, when his fingers are tugging you apart, when you are pushing back against him, pushing him back into the mattress of his own bed and atsumu is nowhere to be found (probably still sulking somewhere with the rest of the team), you pull back and smile at him — the lopsided smile he loves so much and he can’t help but lean up to kiss it from your lips.

and he feels it in his own body then, the years and years and years of his practice, the years and years and years of his hard work. him and his twin brother — the mirrored half of himself, the light to (perhaps) his shadow. ying and yang and all that slow, smooth jazz.

he grins too and kisses you. he kisses you hard and fast and he makes music of his own body then, too. because his body has long since been an instrument and he was born knowing how to play every single one of its notes.

“stay,” he says, after he’s had his fill of you, because a part of him knows that he’ll be just as hungry later.

“maybe,” you answer, even as you both hear his brother come home.

atsumu comes back to find both of you asleep, the sheets twisted over your very, very naked bodies. and a part of him wants to hate it but another part of him doesn’t. he can’t.

because this is what happens when a hurricane and a typhoon learn about each other for the very first time — they are so, so much the same thing, made different only by their times and places. but they are still just beating hearts and half-caught breaths — they are still just wind and rain and a tunnel between the sea and the never-ending sky.

“what are you gonna do?” atsumu asks, not looking at his twin.

osamu shrugs, “dunno… maybe i’ll make rice balls.”

“hn. you do make good riceballs.”

“i… i think i really like her, y’know.”

atsumu heaves a long, deep breath. he nods.

“yeah. i know.”

osamu grins, “right. of course you do.”

and the truth is that when god made twins, they probably hit ctrl+v one too many times, and they have always known things about each other that no one else will ever know or fully understand. like, the things that make them different, totally and inexplicably.

“he’s gonna be the best in the world,” osamu says, his eyes bright as twin stars as you sit next to him, the pair of you glued to the match on the tv screen. there’s an apron around samu’s waist and rice sticking to his fingers.

you almost laugh.

“he already is,” you say.

it takes three seconds of osamu to turn to you, his grin going lopsided as he watches you watch him.

“i — i think i love you.”

and you really do laugh this time.

“yeah. i know.”

osamu only rolls his eyes, goes back to pressing the musubi between his palms as the commercial break cuts to some curry commercial featuring an incredibly deadpanned kageyama. he packs the rice in tight and hands it to you.

“how’s it taste?”

you take your time savoring the flavor, grinning as you take another huge bite. the smile on osamu’s face spreads and spreads and spreads.

“like the best in the world,” you say, before shoving the whole thing into your mouth just to make osamu laugh.

“you’re… an idiot.”

you swallow hard and reach for a glass of water.

osamu catches your hand and presses his lips to the inside of your wrist, letting his lips linger there even as the commercial break ends.

“i know,” you say, nodding as you both turn back to the screen. the rice is warm and fresh and the nori is crispy and just the perfect amount of salty.

“yeah, i know."

[theeminentlyimpractical]

it has come to my attention that some of you have never seen a horseshoe crab. so here’s a video from Friday. please behold the creature that literally was already chillin’ when the dinosaurs came around and is still just doin’ its thing. they basically haven’t changed in 445 million years. it is technically not a crab but most closely related to arachnids. the inside bit looks like a facehugger. they’re great.

[copia]

SLEEP . TOKEN 😭😭‼️‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉

[acourtoflight]

Just imagined Elriel’s first kiss happening while they’re flying over Velaris…Azriel making Elain laugh, her looking into his eyes as the wind blows around them and messes with Elain’s hair, Az holding her tighter to him…walk with me

[ratatatastic]

"im [insert name] and you're watching disney channel!"