#school is much to expensive

[wampabampa]

Ayo! Been busy with school so take a silly howdy drawing and a few doodles

School hasn’t even started yet but it’s already bustin my behind 😔

[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[worldwright]

childhood books that are so fucked up on the reread part 1 of infinty: septimus heap. our guy was a child soldier from birth. the entire city-state dealt with an oppressive police state for a decade, waiting for the monarchy to resurface. this fucking necromancer will not ever go away. not after the first time he dies and certainly not after the fifth. you'd think he'd be bored by now. some old queen moved a tower to the other side of the palace for no reason. the main character got time-kidnapped for six months and had to live in the same place that all his loved ones had not been born in yet. his best friend was raised by wolverines. his other best friend is named Beetle. the castle is called The Castle. there's a defunct nuclear reactor underneath it. some of the rats can talk and have human levels of intelligence and people still put out rat traps and try to kill them. there's a fuckin time purgatory that some guy thought everyone would love even as an increasing number of random lost travelers got trapped there forever. if you think you know all the secret tunnels under this place no you don't. and you can rent pink paddleboats in the summer

[thisdorkyblogthing]

Thorki AU where Thor and Loki start a band when they're teens but it's mostly just the two of them because they're messy little fuckers who constantly butt heads and no one can stand to be around them for too long. Somehow, they're still really good and end up getting picked up by a record label and become a hit. This, of course, makes them even messier fuckers and their constant drama makes them an even bigger draw to more people. They manage to find a small team of people who are (mostly) willing to stick it out with them and make a few hit albums and get through a few tours. (They just barely manage to get through them by the skin of their teeth, but still!)

Unfortunately, their latest album hasn't done as well critically or commercially and the tension between Thor and Loki has been at an all time high, which has really made touring unbearable for everyone involved. A particularly rough performance the night before ended up with Loki and Thor getting into a(nother) nasty little ruckus that had their manager calling up the front desk of the hotel with a preemptive "I'm sorry for whatever happens to that suite, we'll pay for the damages, please don't call the cops, thank you."

They show up to the tour bus the next morning and something's... different. Sure, usually after a bad argument they're a bit quiet and sulky until one of them cracks a joke that makes the other laugh and everything's good again until the next shitfit ensues, but this time they're real quiet and avoiding looking at each other(and everyone else) and everyone's getting worried that this might be the fight that finally breaks them up.

Except actually they had an angry fuck after Loki said 'We'Re NoT EvEn ReEeEeAl BrOtHeRs!!?!' for like, the 700th time and Thor was like 'FINE!' and smashed their mouths together. Things Happened and now they're a bit shell shocked and trying to figure how to feel about it. (And trying valiantly to convince themselves It Wasn't That Good.)

(It was That Good. Oops.)

[baejax-the-great]

My brother died very suddenly yesterday.

He was the kind of person who always had dozens and dozens of friends everywhere he went because he was easy to talk to and funny and treated people with respect, and his friends ranged in class, race, age, social ability, introversion and extroversion--no matter who you were, he could and would befriend you.

He would scold me for not asking him for help when I needed it, and he would mean it. He taught me to tip well. He loved helping people. He played practical jokes on the new kids at work, including getting one guy to "chop flour" because the flour they had in the kitchen was "too coarse."

He introduced me to some of the best food I've ever eaten in my life. He would always help with a recipe that wasn't working. He would tell me what to buy my foodie friends for their birthdays, and he never got it wrong. He loved meat and whiskey but also wine and fruit and he got me to eat beets even because he knew how to make anything good.

Mostly, he thought that people were all deserving of respect and decency. He was outspoken on this. For all that his friends ranged across demographics, he didn't tolerate anyone being hateful around him. But even then, he was nice about it. He would try to get people to come around to his side. He saw the good in people.

And he was happy. He had finally quit chewing tobacco and managed to stay off it for three years. He had a girlfriend he really liked. The pandemic had put him out of work for over a year, but he was back at his job and doing well and he liked it. He was good at it. And it's complete bullshit that he's gone.

[cozy-the-overlord]

Catching up on the whole watcher situation because I ironically stopped watching their channel regularly because I didn’t like how expensively produced their shows were compared to Buzzfeed Unsolved’s simplicity

[xabi0407]

stars and flowers

check out my commissions

[useless-catalanfacts]

Btw if you come on holidays and stay at an AirBnb instead of an actual registered hotel I hate you personally. Not "I hate the gentrification and touristic massification and the way we can't live in our homes and are forced to move away because of tourism" in an abstract way- No, not just that. I hate you.

[hai7ani]

to be loved is to be seen / Nutella

Whenever you're on your period you tend to crave for some bread. Preferably, they are thoroughly spread with generous amounts of Nutella without the skin.

That's just how it is 一 for or all the years you've lived as a woman, bread with Nutella during that time of the month has always been your guilty pleasure.

Today at work your colleague stops by your desk with a cup of coffee in hand.

"What are you having for lunch today?" She juts her chin towards the Hello Kitty lunchbox you always bring to work.

"Hmm, I don't know. Let's check," you grin, excitedly opening up the metal box.

2 slices of bread, each one folded in half with thick layers of Nutella spread on them. On the side there is a small container of grapes and a packet of biscuits of your favourite brand.

A light, sweet lunch, as you prefer on days like these, and you smile.

The usual.

But your colleague giggles beside of you. "Are you sure this doesn't belong to your daughter?" You look up at her at that. "Or did your husband mix up the boxes?" That triggered a series of laughter between you both.

Another colleague pokes her head into your cubicle. "Oh, Nutella again! My kids love it. I've tried it once and I never did again. It's too sweet for me, but you seem to like it a lot." She laughs.

You only bite your lip and look at them sheepishly. "I like it sweet. It's kind of a guilty pleasure."

They leave you alone afterwards, not before teasing you for having such a sweet tooth (and also whispering to you that they are just joking), but you don't take any of it to heart. You know they don't mean anything by it despite the constant tease about your little lunchbox that you match with your daughter and the kiddish contents in it.

They know your husband packs your lunch everyday 一 a habit he's picked up on ever since your daughter has started school and he's decided to takeover your little routine 一 and that you always either have sweet stuff or sandwiches for lunch on most days of the week.

But what they don't know is that despite the many years of craving for and having Nutella with bread as a guilty pleasure on the end of every month, you've spent more time watching other kids have it for breakfast in school.

Money wasn't very flexible in your home. Everything went to something and very rarely it ever went to you 一 growing up it was either hard-boiled eggs dipped into packets of soy sauce from the cheap, cold sushi only your parents get to eat or bread with butter from the buffet they attend on special occasions.

Never Nutella like the others kids eat everyday.

The first time you've ever tasted it was on the second date with your now-husband, outside the library of the engineering building many years ago.

(You met him at a seminar on improving public speaking skills. Fates intertwined together by a laggy spin-the-wheel website and he'd immediately pointed out the character printed on the shitty graphic t-shirt you were wearing that actually belonged to your roommate. You told him you don't actually know the character, but you do know the one on the fading sticker stuck to his laptop cover.

He'd asked you out right after the seminar ended (an unplanned topic of conversation that sounded a little different than what he meant, but since it sounded like that anyway, he took the chance as quickly as it came), hands stuffed into the pockets of his Levi's and an extremely red face for such a confident boy like him.)

He was biting on a piece of bread with some brown spread on the surface, sweat rolling off his forehead as he hastily jogged towards you on the sidewalk. "Sorry I'm late, my presentation ended a little later than I'd expected."

He was only 7 minutes and 10 seconds later than the time you both agreed on, yet the boy still rushed to see you straight after class in his wrinkly college t-shirt that he always forgets to iron after laundry.

"Have you eaten yet? It's kind of a long walk to the restaurant. Hold on," he then reaches a hand behind to grab a flat Tupperware from his black backpack, and showed the opened container to you.

"It's Nutella bread." He said, and you'd looked at him dumbfounded. "Do you... like it?" He faltered a little at your expression and out of your eagerness to not disappoint or embarrass the poor boy, you grabbed the last piece of bread and held it still in your hands, unsure of what to do with it.

"I..." You trailed off. "I think so."

"Huh?"

"I've never had Nutella before."

Three best friends slid past you both and they whispered. You thought they must've heard you and they must think it is ridiculous for a person to not have eaten Nutella before in their entire life.

You reddened and looked away from him out of embarrassment. Now he must think you are a joke. He doesn't wanna go out with you anymore 一 what a loser.

...He didn't think of you that way, though 一 not at all. Instead, he let out a laugh that made you jerk your head back towards his face and you remember feeling your heartbeat quicken behind your bones, threatening to fall out of your chest simply at the innocent sound of his boyish laughter.

"Yeah?" He was already reaching into his backpack again by the time you've regained your composure and was finally holding the slice of bread properly.

"That's great then," and he'd fished out a tub of Nutella with a wiggly plastic knife in his hand, "have some more." He scooped a generous amount of the cocoa spread and slaps it on your bread.

?

This boy...

"I always carry this with me in case I get hungry in class so I can DIY a snack." He said excitedly, "you'll like this, I swear. It's my favourite."

He then folded your bread and gently pushed your hand to your mouth. "There," and he keeps all his stuff back in his bag before huffing a breath. "Let's go." He ushers you with him.

The first time you've ever had Nutella, you had it with 6pm orange painting your skins and the boy you married talking your ear off about the menu from the restaurant he found online.

You ended up not finishing your meal and handed it over to him who happens have a really huge appetite because you were too busy eating his tub of Nutella. Just like he said 一 you liked it. A lot.

You still like it now that you're married to him and have given him a daughter who is just as confident as him when he was his younger, boisterous self.

A silly engineering nerd who now likes packing your lunch the same way he does for your daughter who prefers strawberry jam on her bread instead into your matching lunchboxes.

The things you never got to have when you were a child.

He knows.

They don't.

It's alright, though 一 you think it makes your silly Nutella bread a little more sweeter.

[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[squeakadeeks]

moodboard for this past week ❤️

[figofswords]

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

[bookinit02]

is it really too much to ask to either a) have unlimited money forever or b) for everything to be free

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Honestly your point with Amy could really work with any ship too. And I say that because I know that you’re a massive Blazamy fan. But yeah I don’t understand why she has to change from girly and less acknowledging of love as you’re saying. You’re argument makes a good poi t

Oh thank god, I thought I was gonna start a dumpster fire here…

Yeah. Let my girl be girly and hold hands with her pretty cotton candy lioness😈

[redbean-nom]

why did din spend all that time trying to get peli (random tatooine mechanic) to find a new razor crest (extremely rare old ship) when he is friends with several rich, famous, and influential people who probably have access to the auctions and collections where said rare old ship could be found. two of his friends live in castles for erus sake

[makkie-is-screaming]

I hate how many opportunities I didn’t get because I was a girl and no one cared about me enough to help me