#queue that shit

[prentissluvr]

nobody talks about this look and it is so colossally important to me

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Nagito gets to spend his birthday with the two most important things in his life 🥰

[trans-androgyne]

Yes, trans men and mascs have historically been subjected to less public violence and ridicule than trans women and fems. Is having privilege really the only reason you can think of for that? Have you considered that they had less ability to be publicly visible in the first place? Please remember that the lack of autonomy women have historically been granted also applies to transmascs. They would have been considered the property of men. Spousal rape wasn't illegal everywhere in my country until 1993. How easy do you think it would be for forcibly impregnated transmascs to transition? For abused transmascs in general? Do you think they were all even allowed out of the house often without a man? There are so many stories of transmascs being forcibly institutionalized for being trans. Is that situation and otherwise being quietly abused and erased really so much better than hypervisibility?

[polinsated]

*penelope.exe has stopped working*

[bite-back-in-anger]

Yes exactly thank you. That hip-roll hasn't received the appreciation it deserves 🫠

[maintohthakgayibhaishaab]

Students dying of suicide is kinda ironic for an exam that's called jee.

[peachsukii]

The past few mornings have been spent staring into your empty coffee cup, spoon clinking against the sides of the mug with absentminded stirring, breakfast left untouched.

“Peach?”

Bakugo’s voice doesn’t reach you the first time. Your mind is shut off, barely focusing on the food in front of you. He reaches across the table and gently takes your hand, running his thumb along the back of it.

“Earth to peaches,” he teases playfully, snapping you back to reality. “Ya don’t have to eat if you don’t feel up to it.”

You frown. “I-I’m sorry, Kats.”

“Don’t be. I’ll save it for later.”

He stares at you a few moments longer, the hurt spread across your features making his heart ache.

"You don’t need to carry all this shit alone," Bakugo stresses while squeezing your hand. "It's okay if you're not okay, just gotta let me know what you need."

You know he’s right, but it’s unreasonably difficult. Something in you prevents your woes from spilling out onto others - you’ve always carried it by yourself. Why? You don’t fucking know. It’s how you’ve always operated. Maybe it’s from being an only child, or being forced to be an adult at too young of an age. You’re the person everyone turns to for sunshine and rainbows, you can’t risk raining on their parades with your own storms.

The tears pooling in your eyes are unable to be controlled, steadily spilling over your waterline and onto the table. Bakugo lets go of your hand and anxiously gets up from his seat, carefully walking over to you. He kneels to meet your gaze, wiping away a few stray tears from your cheeks.

“Why don’t we stay in today, yeah? Red and Pinky won’t mind if we rain check.” He offers you a smile and cradles your tear stained cheek in his palm. “Stay in our sweats all day, eat junk an’ sink into the couch together. How’s that sound?”

That sounds nice.

You respond by launching yourself off the chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and landing in his lap when the two of you fall to the kitchen floor with a thump. Bakugo holds you tightly, one hand on the back of your neck to pull you as close has possible. You let out a sob and a sniffle, gripping onto his shirt like a scared child.

“I know, sweetheart…I know.”

He closes his eyes, letting you take the moment to just feel. Something you’ve been avoiding for the last few days.

“Thank you,” you whisper while clearing your throat. “I’m sorry that-”

Bakugo squeezes you tighter for a moment, cutting you off. “Nope, none’a that. Nothin’ to be sorry for.”

For the first time in a while, that notion sinks in, offering you a small dose of comfort.

“Wanna watch a cheesy romcom?” You ask nasally while leaning back in his lap, shaking your head to get rid of the last of your tears.

“Is the sky blue? ‘Course I do,” Bakugo jests, his hands moving to your waist. “Go pick somethin’ and I’ll get the popcorn.”

Maybe, just maybe, being vulnerable is okay.

[l3viat8an]

Beel: WHO ATE MY DONUT?! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KI-

MC: I did….

Beel: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating enough lately MC. *walks away*

MC:…..

MC: He's gone, Mammon you can come out now.

Mammon:*climbing out of one of the kitchen cabinets with the donut stuffed in his mouth* Twankh uh! (Thank you!)

[dkettchen]

More lesbian sanami was requested, so please have one of the many headcanons that live in my brain rent-free

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Oh Skinzun, we're really in it now...

[solarpunkani]

You know what, while I'm doing hot takes. And this one may be obvious considering I'm actively contributing to hosting the Solarpunk Aesthetic Week event but like.

Dear everyone who's constantly deriding the aesthetic portions of the solarpunk movement/genre; do you just not understand that being able to visualize the future you want is immensely important to being able to work towards it? Being able to get other people on board with it?

When I first got interested in Solarpunk, it wasn't for the hot leftist takes about the top ways to dismantle the government for the people, or top tips on how to build your own solar panel apparatuses. What brought me in? Visions of a hopeful future. I learned and began to love the rest as I dove deeper into solarpunk circles, but there is no denying that my first intro to it--and likely many people's first intro to it--was via the art and aesthetic spheres. The term 'solarpunk' was literally coined to refer to the aesthetic movement, and we've been building up from there ever since.

'When are people going to realize the aesthetic parts don't matter and what really matters is praxis--' dude, the aesthetic parts do matter. Inspiring people does matter. Showing people visions of a hopeful future is immensely important, it's why so many people join this movement. We see glimpses of what a hopeful future could look like, through beautiful art or riveting stories, we're inspired by things like stained glass and organic designs and statues and fashion concepts--and then we think to ourselves 'how can we help make this future happen?' And we learn the praxis and we work towards the goals and we share it with others because that's just how we work.

Seeing isn't always believing, but sometimes in order to believe in something with your whole heart, it helps to be able to visualize what you want. For yourself and for others.

So yes. The aesthetic parts of solarpunk do matter. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[missusruin]

playing ffxiv with god and anime on my side

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Literally every "Talia Adopts Jason AU":

Bruce: YOU KIDNAPPED MY SON AND PUT HIM IN THE LAZARUS PIT-

Talia:

Ngl I do get a kick out of seeing this argument go down in this particular AU.

I also love how completely unapologetic Talia is every single fucking time. Shit's hysterical. I love it so much. She really just exudes "God forbid a woman do anything" energy and I love her for it.

[bebemoon]

milla jovovich in the titular role of joan of arc in the 1999 film “the messenger: the story of joan of arc”, dir. luc besson .

[ophernelia]

@imogencrnza: it was hard getting them all to behave for a picture.

[tomatoart]

training montage