#that one classmate

[hiveswap]

my heavy smoker grandparents came over very briefly and the whole house smells like absolute shit now. So I (chronic tumblrina) got thinking.

[blushbae]

[eepy-jazz-musicians]

Transcendentalism is a hard word to grasp, so it's important to look at the etymology of it so you can parse its meaning. Trans - to be beyond or across Cen - one hundred Dental - Teeth Ism - the belief of So taken all together, transcendentalism means "the belief that one should have beyond one hundred teeth"

Hope this helps!

[shandzii]

have another silly

[officialmiintee]

Furin first years having a fruitful harvest!!

participating in (some) days of @windbreakerweek with day 1: garden!

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[zillychu]

me? redrawing my old shit?? its more likely than u think

[erabu-san]

Make me sick

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

demanding a series in the same vein (heh, vein) as Dexter/Hannibal wherein a prolific serial killer plays cat & mouse with the police--except the serial killer in question is a preteen schoolgirl. this would make for compelling television due to the fact that middle school frequently causes girls to become deranged, and more media should reflect this

[pastelxcrown]

A ink page of Mordred and Ulysses for class!!

[thegalaxyinapaperbag2]

*throws this half-assed shit at you and runs like it's about to explode*

[restlesskeychains]

Wanted to draw Circe and Scylla and then my hand slipped

[khattikeri]

i think it was really cool of mxtx to make wangxian and their romance be so unconnected from the overarching plot of 3zun's political murder drama.

like. lan wangji and wei wuxian's love story is just one vehicle nie huaisang uses in his revenge scheme to tie off all the loose ends, just a very convenient means to an end with the unintentional benefit of wangxian realizing they're mutually in love. wangxian's closest connection to any of the things going on there is lan wangji being lan xichen's brother.

i feel like most other BL stories, when there's any sort of conspiracy or mystery to unravel, have the main characters a lot more... directly involved? for example "this was all predestined", or it's a decades-long plot that involved the MC's parents, or the villain is secretly a relative who suffered a lot hiding their origins, or a trusted close friend of MC or ML was behind the betrayals all along! etc.

jin guangyao is none of those things to wei wuxian or lan wangji. and same with xue yang, wen ruohan and his sons, everyone... even non-villains who are involved like nie mingjue just have nothing personal to do with wwx or lwj. with slightly different framing of the story's events wangxian could easily be a background pairing, which isn't often the case with power couples like them in these kinds of stories. they are truly just vibing.

[poeticnotpretentious]

Oh my god I can’t believe I have to say this but:

DISABLED PEOPLE CAN HAVE GOOD DAYS!!

Just because I had one day when the pain wasn’t there for long enough for me to enjoy it doesn’t mean I am suddenly “cured from my issue” or that I don’t need accommodations anymore.

[temeyes]

johnny chest-bumps him so hard that simon topples onto the floor and the entire class laughs at him (original caption under!!)

this lowkey a part of my cod filipino hs au: varsity player!Soap likes chest bumping quiet guy!Ghost just to annoy the hell out of him

[flowersintheimpala69]

little Sammy inviting everyone in his fifth grade class to his birthday party cuz for the first time John rented a house for them and dean said he’d buy cake and pizza and sam makes individualized cards for all his classmates and the kids laugh condescendingly and are like “omg yes we’ll definitely be there” and sam dosent know why they’re laughing so much but he’s excited that they’re coming and maybe he’ll make some friends. sam waits by the door for hours anxiously waiting for a knock at the door. the pizza goes cold. the ice cream cake Dean got starts to melt so Dean has to put it away. As the hours pass sam gets more and more antsy and dean softly is telling sam “it’s getting late, maybe you should come eat some pizza?” But sam keeps insisting to Dean that they’ll show up they have to they said they would so he has to wait by the door. Soon it’s 10 at night and at this point sam knows no one is coming. He’s so embarrassed and he feels like crying but he dosent wanna look like a baby in front of Dean. Sam tries to be casual about it and says he didn’t really care anyways and that it’s okay but his bottom lips trembles and his voice cracks. Dean offers to heat some pizza up for sam but sam says he’s tired and he goes to bed without eating anything. he’s lying in his bed facing and wall trying not to cry. Dean comes in and quietly lifts the covers and gets in with sam and pulls him up against his chest. Dean dosent say anything about the little sobs Sam’s letting out and instead starts writing words on Sam’s back. It’s their secret game—one of them traces a word on the other’s skin and the other one has to guess what it says. Dean writes “you okay?” and waits patiently for sam to respond. after a minute of sniffing and stifled sobs sam nods shakingly. “I’m okay,” he says, voice hoarse and trembling. Dean writes “they’re stupid” and after a moment sam lets out a quiet laugh in realization, his shoulders shaking slightly. “yea they are.” They lay there for a moment. Dean writes “I’m sorry”, and sam sniffles and says it’s okay. Dean gingerly and slowly writes “I love you”. And Sam is still for a moment before rolling over so they’re face to face. “Me too” he whispers. On Sam’s collarbones Dean traces a crude drawing of a penis and sam giggles. Sam cuddles up against Dean’s chest, his puffy breaths warm against Dean’s neck. “Happy birthday, sammy,” Dean says into Sam’s hair. Sam is quiet for a moment and Dean assumes he’s fallen asleep but then he pipes up. “Do I get a present?” Dean grins and nods, “yea of course, what do you want?” Sam is quiet before suddenly siting up and Dean follows suit. “What?” Dean says smiling. Sam’s looking down and fidgeting with the blanket. “Can I—“ he stops, biting his bottom lip. “A kiss?” Dean raises his eyebrows, taken aback. Sam backpedales and starts tripping over his word saying “it was just a joke” and “I’m sorry” and “I didn’t mean it” but Dean grips the back of his neck gently. He kisses sam on the cheek, then closer to his mouth, the edge of his lips. Sam can feel Dean’s breath on his cupids bow. Dean leans in and gives sam a chaste kiss on his lips. No tongue or anything, nothing like the kisses he gives the girls he takes back behind the school bleachers. Sam smiles shyly and Dean’s face is split into a grin. “Next year,” dean says softly, “I’ll give you another one.”