#thats why i was in so much pain

[angelzombiepirate]

dam meltdam

went to amsterdam last week, didn't smoke, i green when im not tucked up in my bed like a victorian child on cocaine :3

e and i stayed on a boat, which would move during the day, our first day, it was docked next to the nemo, cute, easy to get to centraal and back. the second day, we hopped off next to the nemo and waved goodbye as it sailed away (im lying, we didnt do that).

we made plans for the evening while wandering the streets of dam, we planned to seek out the boat, make sure we are absolutely sure on how to get there before we return back to central to see a drag show and get pissed.

we check the map and its a little out of our way, in zaandam, no matter, we will hop on the train! because we have three day passes for all public transport in amsterdam! hurrah!

we arrive at the station and i joke: "oh my god, imagine our tickets don't work because we are outside of amsterdam."

e and i lol nervously.

we get to the ticket barriers, take a deep breath, place our tickets against the scanner...

the scanner will light up either green or red.

the milliseconds feel like millennias.

and...

FUCK

okay, it's fine, we can use our cards, i put my phone against the scanner and again,

CHRIST

the screen reads something like "didn't work, ur card isn't registered, twat"

okay, fuck you.

thankfully there are some other brits on our side of the barriers in the same situation, it would be great if the ticket machine were working, but we can't figure it out, even with our combined brainpower.

we consider jumping the barriers, but there is a very intimidating dutch woman sitting at a desk, we could ask her for help, but there is a glass fucking wall between us, and when we tap on it and do some mime for 'please help, our tickets aren't working and neither is your machine' she just shruggs and looks away.

right.

we stand like lemons for a while, gauging the hight of the barriers, to see if they're jumpable, but i'm not very agile at the best of times, and i have a heavy backpack on, and my feet are screaming for me to SIT DOWN.

by the grace of god, some tall, blonde, dutch angel hears our dillema, and scans his ticket, to let us all through.

BEDANKT!

we part ways with our fellow helpless brits and find the courage to speak to the scary dutch train lady that is no longer behind the wall of glass.

"our tickets didnt work"

"can i see the ticket"

"yeah sure"

this lady looked me in the eye and tore my 30 euro ticket clean in half.

im lying

she informed us that we should have gotten the amsterdam and reigon ticket instead, it would've cost the same amount, and gotten us into zaandam.

"can we buy them here?"

"you can, but it would be cheaper for you to just buy a return ticket back to amsterdam, if you buy the reigon ticket now, you'll be paying double"

guys?? the train service isnt exploiting us??

we thank her, she wasn't as mean as she looked. we decided to just find the boat, and buy our tickets on the way back to dam for the evening.

zaandam felt weird, i suddenly felt out of place, the looks i was getting in amsterdam were not like the looks i was getting here.

zaandam was less tourist heavy i suppose, and being a queer man with blue hair and pronouns felt a little unsafe.

we found an albert heijn. e and i loved albert heijn for some reason. we mooched and looked for something to eat, and left with a couple drinks, deciding maybe we should eat at the ramen place we passed before coming into the shop.

my feet hurt a bit. quite a lot actually.

we stand at the door of the ramen place, looking over the menu and prices, e says that maybe we shouldn't go back into dam tonight, the train was a bit of a pain in the arse. i'm fine with that, we can just go and sit on the boat for the evening and chill.

we wait to order at the ramen place, there are some loud kids to the left of me and a family on my right, and the sound of chairs scraping the floor.

oh, the staff are packing up the chairs, they are closing.

that's fine, we can just go back to the supermarket and get a microwave meal to make on the boat.

my feet really fucking hurt.

i'm looking for something to eat but there's nothing i recognise, nothing i really fancy, im hungry but i want something i know.

e is looking at all the different sausages, she likes cooking, she knows a lot about good food.

i look around the shop probably three times, and land on a can of pringles at last.

dinner!

we walk to the checkout, e walks, i hobble, my feet are killing me.

we put our stuff on the conveyor and i beckon e to move towards me a little, there is a man who wants to put his stuff down also.

"what? do you want to talk to me?"

oh, e sounds angry.

"there's a guy there, i just wanted you to move out of his way."

beep, beep, beep.

stupid fucking scanners.

e sighs and moves.

"why are you being so rude?" i ask, with tears in my eyes.

"what?"

i turn away, i don't usually cry in dutch supermarkets, i don't want anyone to see.

i hold out a 10 euro banknote, "can you pay please?"

"yeah"

e pays and we leave, i step out the door and i sob.

im breathing really weird and e isnt being rude, i don't know if she was ever being rude.

"you okay?"

"can we go and sit on that bench?"

"yeah"

e gives me a weird 'i dont know what to do' hug.

i explain a little, e isnt autistic, so she doesn't quite understand, and that makes me feel a little shit.

but other than that, i feel a little better.

i explain that while its all fine, i'm just having a hard time adjusting to things, we are in an unfamiliar place, i feel unsafe, i'm in pain, dinner plans changed, evening plans changed, e's demeanour changed.

"we can just sit here for a while. then we can go back to the boat and chill."

"yeah."

i get over it pretty quickly, albeit feeling pretty exhausted, on top of the exhaustion i was already feeling.

and e and i get back to the boat.

we sit on top of the boat, have dinner, and do some colouring. (we found a funky colouring book in flying tiger)

THE END

[nova-rpv]

"i have a sister now! thank you, granpa! we are going to do so much stuff together!"

(trans masc newborn shado btw. tag as ship and ill kill you)

[robbyykeene]

Anyway I wish this show was actually bold enough to give Miguel an arc exploring his feelings of entitlement over the captaincy spot. Throughout the show Johnny has repeatedly told Miguel that Robby is a lost cause but hey, It’s okay because he has Miguel now. That Miguel’s his champion, his Number One Boy. So how could Miguel not feel at least somewhat entitled to the captain spot? How could he not feel insecure about his place in Johnny’s life with Robby not just back in the picture, but now literally taking the number one spot? When Johnny has repeatedly put into both kids heads that when it comes to his love and attention its one vs. the other, how could there be no lingering feelings of resentment and jealousy?

[littencloud9]

bsd fandom has always mischaracterised kunikida to hell and back but the fact that i am seeing SO MUCH hate for his character right after his 'death' is insane

[4sh-n4]

Bruce Wayne, who can't cook to save his life but can bake better than even Alfred. The catch? He can only do it in the night after being awoken by nightmares. No one knows about his extraordinary skills other than Alfred and Dick, because everyone assumes that the baked goods in the kitchen are made by Alfred. Dick knows because when he was younger and couldn't sleep because of nightmares, he used to join Bruce in the kitchen and watch him work.

Dick Grayson, who is an absolute disaster in the kitchen because he keeps getting distracted, but give him a microwave and a dream and he'll prepare a solid three course meal that actually tastes decent. He's also an excellent cocktail maker, which is funny since he prefers to have his alcohol straight without any mixers (he still puts the little umbrellas in his glass though, don't be mistaken)

Jason Todd, who is an ACE in the kitchen because he refused to ever be helpless with food again after getting off the streets. He was going to eat, and he was going to eat WELL. Especially since he finally had the resources to be able to actually experiment with what he likes and what he can do with different foods, instead of just what's cheapest or most easily found. The one thing he can't do? Crack an egg with only his hands without getting any of the eggshell pieces in the food. He needs to use one of those little egg cracking tools. The thing that pissed him off the most about this is that the one thing Dick can do brilliantly in the kitchen, is crack eggs with one (1!!!) hand only.

Tim Drake, who is definitely not michelin star level (the Drakes had a cook for Tim's entire childhood so he never had to learn), but has learnt to sustain himself with instant meals and those little ramen packets. He somehow always makes them taste good though, adding toppings and making sure they are some form of nourishing, even if that just means adding a fried egg on top and calling it a day. He also knows the difference between all the different little types of tea that alfred likes to drink just by taste, and is the only other person in the house that can make a perfect cup (that is Alfred approved). It always shocks everyone else, because Tim is notorious for hating the taste of tea.

Cass Cain, who has no culinary abilities and does not want them either. Her skills in the kitchen start and end with making sandwiches. But whenever she goes out to eat, she always goes to a chinese restaurant and gets something that she hasn't tried before, because she was never introduced to any foods of her culture and wants to taste them all now. Oh, and she can do super complicated tricks with the knives, her and Dick have constant competitions about who can do the coolest thing.

Steph Brown, who lives off of takeaway for most meals, but can make better breakfast foods than most people in the house. Waffles, pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, you name it and she can make it. Only if it is traditionally eaten before noon though. She also worked as a barista part time for a while, so she knows all the fancy coffee recipes.

Damian Al Ghul Wayne, who doesn't care to cook other cuisines, but taught himself how to make almost every middle eastern and south asian dish he could get his hands on, because it helped him feel closer to his home and his mother when he first moved in with his father. His fondest memories of his mother are of her feeding him his cultural foods and telling him about their origins. It was the only time they did not speak of work, or his training, but instead about what his father was like as a person, about the things his mother has seen on her travels over the years, about his maternal grandmother, about his interest in animals.

Duke Thomas, who can cook enough for a 15 year old but doesn't touch the kitchen of Wayne manor very often, not unless he's just sitting on the counter watching others or helping minorly. His memories are still fresh enough to bleed when touched and all his memories of him cooking in the kitchen have his parents happily dancing in the background on Sundays with loud music blaring through the walls as they teach him how to chop onions without crying or knead dough.

Alfred Pennyworth, who only had the most basic culinary skills when he began working for the Waynes, just enough to keep him alive when he was in the military, but was forced to learn how to cook when he was unexpectedly given custody of an 8 year old. He can cook better than most professional chefs in the world now, but he still hoards Thomas Wayne's old cookbooks like they're the only tangible part left of the man who once filled the halls of the manor, even though he knows that's not true. He'll pass them down to his grandchildren one day...just not today. Today, they're still his.

[ribbononline]

Small snippet of Mother Earth and Her Infinite Sky (preview) by @silverjirachi ! Admittedly very compressed down to fit into a single page. But still!

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[littlelightfish]

Welcome Home Mini Comic: Homewarming

⚠️TW: eyecontact

[Read left to right up+down. No wierd combinations. No, I didn't look up their Homewarming clothing if you're wondering. I messed up.]

AAAAAAH oh boy the love I have for Eddie I CANNOT explain. LIKE HES SO LOVELY OUGHHHH favourite local mailman. <3

Idk if I made correct use of the image ID? I hope I did.

Hm... this was suposed to be a ramble about my guy Eddie but here, have a short fic under the cut.

He is just there. Uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. The feeling of doom is there. Why. Why is home looking at him like that? What is going on? He wants to go home. He needs to go home. Does he have a home? He has his post office... does that count? Why is home looking at him like that. He needs it to stop. Stop. Stop it. Please. Stop. Oh? Who...? Frank? He can't talk. He realizes vaguely. His eyes go up. Frank... He needs to tell him... His vission is blurry and he feels overwhelmed. He feels... overestimulated..? He doesn't know. He doesn't feel good. Too much... he needs to go home... he needs... he...

And Frank gets it and goes to tell Wally that he wants to leave. Leave? On homewarming? Why? What's wrong? Because something has to be wrong if Eddie of all people wants to leave. So he goes check up on him. Of course he does. Barnaby close behind because... Why does Eddie want to leave? They don't know. But he isn't looking great. He is staring. Shaking. Sweating. Crying silently. That doesn't looks good.

Wally gets it. He would like to do the same. Because Home is now looking at him. Because of course it does. Just... staring. Meanacely. He feels the dread. A chill goes down his spine. Home... what did you do to Eddie...?

Barnaby, fortunately, catches up somethings off with Home. And that means Wallys distressed. So he puts a paw on his shoulder and asks Eddie. He doesn't answer. He tells him what he's going to do as he puts his arm to support Eddie and help him walk so he can go home. He is worried. Wally is worried. Frank is worried. Eddie doesn't look good. He shakes. He won't stop crying. He looks... terrified..? He tries to loose up his shirt. He needs to breathe. He can't. But he is. The others realize a bit too late that he is hyperventilating. Wally does only when he sees Eddie's legs wobble. But then he just... shuts down and goes limp. What. What. What. Why. Why. What. What. No. No. No. What. No. Wait. He can help. Yes. Bed. Bed! He needs... yes, yes! He in bed now. He better? What? What? He better? Please... He opens eyes! He better! Low sugar? More sugar then! He bring sugar. Yes. He better now?

Eddie tries to calm Wally with his words. He doesn't know what just happened. He just... sat down at that couch and suddenly was at Wallys bed, all neighbors worrying sick over him. What happened? He just... has this feeling... something changed.

[ganondoodle]

i have grown kinda tired of all the studio ghibli and totk comparisons bc i love most of miyazakis movies and its so annoyingly obvious that if totk actually took inspiration from them its all just the surface level aesthetic and none of the good story telling

[bunnihearted]

why is life nothing but misery and pain for some people?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

why doesnt wally just cut sallys arms off while she sleeps?

hey now c'mahn she's just a lil guy

Wally would never and i wouldn't make him. Nightlight!Sally protection squad - assemble!

[berryberrytaeberry]

Unbelievably devastated and depressed Lan Zhan save me, save me unbelievably devastated and depressed Lan Zhan

[ebonytails]

sorry my post is just to complain but guys i literally hate adobe after effects. i can not explain to you the mental torture and how LOW it has brought my mental health because I *need* to use it for my post production class because it's "industry standard". ADOBE After Effects has made me write off the entire film and video production industry as a turn off and I never want to do it ever again.

The amount of times this has crashed on me where I lost everything? 5+ hours of work? 8+ hours of work? It's my fault for not saving sometimes but I also have auto-save on. it didn't save anything so im just left with nothing.

You want a trip to burn out town really quick? Use adobe after effects in an academic setting where you have no choice but to use this program.

I have never in my life TOUCHED a program SO TERRIBLE that it made me never want to do anything about that form of art/media EVER AGAIN

[aelswiths]

*screams into the void*

[flareboi]

what if purple never calls him dad

[nyasmodei]

my personal favourite holostars tempus covers ♡

(axel’s kyu-kurarin has a fanbase of its own fr)