#vaporiser

[sadisticnstoned]

Glory Sum Cookies (Girl Scout Cookies)

Legal UK Medical Cannabis

[yocantech]

I'm so obsessed with this

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Win Your iCan on 👇

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 6 | Tongrak Gazing at Mut

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, October 12.

Wee guy got vaporised

We're afraid we've some bad news. There's no easy way of saying this, so we'll give it to you straight: wee guy has been vaporised. He was 69 (nice)

It is hard, we know. But it be like that sometimes. Life is all about comings and goings, meetings and partings, and the occasional vaporisation. Come pay your respects to wee guy, and enjoy other #street photographs on Tumblr today.

And tell us, prey: do you care?

[strawbeelemonade]

IMAGINE: you're Miguel O’Hara’s teenage child and you and Miles Morales have a little crush on each other.

[vigilskeep]

the emerald graves are much nicer than the exalted plains but there is a particular bleakness to travelling anywhere in the dales even if they are beautiful

[gingermintpepper]

In light of my recent Asclepius and Apollo musings, I feel like it's the perfect time to post this, actually.

How do you build a human being? 

Bold question. Foolish question. But a question it is all the same. 

The memory of his father’s consternated expression is still bright behind his eyes, that unusually furrowed brow, the tension in his gentle jaw. He didn’t falter in his setting of Asclepius’ broken shin, hands perpetually steady and sure, but he hesitated for a conspicuously long moment as though reluctant to give an answer. In this body, he resembled Orpheus something fierce. The same flaxen curls of his hair, the same delicate eyelashes that stand stark against the dark brown of his skin. Often Asclepius wondered if his elder brother was nothing but a body built to suit their father’s preferences. The subtle wrinkle of skin around their eyes when they smiled was the same, and the steadiness of their hands, the soothing power of their presence. 

And Orpheus did not bleed like Asclepius did. The blood in Asclepius’ veins were as red as any human’s, any mortal’s, but Orpheus seemed not to bleed at all. Even when he’d suffered the same fall down the crumbling cliff as Asclepius had. Even when his skirts had ripped and jagged stone sliced into his shanks. 

Even so, Orpheus was unmistakably alive. His eyes were rich with grief fresher than any blood spilt from the worst of Asclepius’ wounds, his counsel too, was tempered with the wisdom of a life well lived. So even at the apex of his most perfect, inhuman beauty, Asclepius never once doubted that his brother was a human being. Just that he was more divine construct than flesh and blood. Just that their father had built for himself a son that would not break as easily as all the others. 

His father stayed silent for so long that Asclepius assumed it would be one of the million questions that would go unanswered. Then, just when the last of his bandages had been wrapped - 

“A human body is easy to build,” he’d had that faraway look on his face as he spoke, like he was speaking to the horizon. Or a version of Asclepius that was not quite here. Such things happened from time to time. “Any flesh would do. From men, or animals, or even monsters. Any flesh would do.” Their gazes had locked then, and Asclepius would never forget the flecks of gold which swirled in his father’s blue eyes, the weight of divine words rattling at the boundaries of their mortal apparatus, “But the breath of life, a living soul? That is beyond your means as a mortal man. You ought never seek it.” 

(Asclepius would remember these words when he revives a man for the first time at the age of nineteen. He’s surprised to find that his father is wrong for once. Souls are easy to source when they’re already eager to return to their mound of flesh.) 

[axiseart]

Bloodbath time.

[ughigottaheadache]

I feel like the body Tommy inhabits dying due to drowning is kinda symbolic in that, people who have drowned or nearly drowned describe the feeling as if their chest was going to explode.

His first breath of life would have felt like his lungs were vaporised, if you will.

[lemurchick]

doordash discourse on twitter is insane.

poc woman worrying about her safety and reporting men who fake their IDs while delivering food is Hitler

black men are less violent than white women and black women who call it bullshit in replies are lying white supremasists

women are not a class but an identity

apparently class oppression somehow predates sex oppression

women are not owed their personal safety when it's harming men (who fake their IDs!) and it somehow ties to a trans and palestinian genocide.

[ritasanderson]

Jade has such a silly animations. for someone who was an executioner

[wikitpowers]

all fun and games until the first twp chapter is from ty blackthorn’s pov…

[yocantech]

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[defectivegembrain]

*Kevin/Chang voice* I did it! I used the water fountain!

(Genuinely a thing I had to work up the courage to do)

[mrsreinhart]

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