#where the sun don’t shine

[qupiikaaa]

At first glance(idk how this is possible but for some reason it is now) Chuuya looks sexist like REALLY sexist

like ‘I-beat-women-and-i’m-proud’ type sexist

DW I STILL LOVE HIM THOOOO

[rubydubydoo122]

I’m just gonna say this, the main reason people don’t like Damian Wayne as a character is the same reason people didn’t like Jason Todd back in the 80s

People don’t like either of them because their favorite Robin (Tim Drake and Dick Grayson) got replaced by them.

Damian and Jason are both really interesting and complex character, objectively more complex than both Tim and Dick, but some people (cough, obnoxious Tim fans, cough, and Dick fans who over sexualize him, cough) don’t see that and just want their little blorbos to never grow into their own character apart from Batman.

[rogloptimist]

LAKE MISSOULA x JONAS VINGEGAARD

credits under cut!

lake missoula - richy mitch and the coal miners // jonas vingegaard - team presentation, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard, tadej pogacar, and remco evenepoel - podium ceremony, tour de france 2024 (belga images) // tadej pogacar and jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // wayward son - rainbow rowell // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 // it's down to legs - caley fretz // jonas vingegaard - stage 20, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // a poem on hope - wendell berry // jonas vingegaard and remco evenepoel - stage 19, tour de france 2024 // quora user shulamit widawsky // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 (getty images) // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 post-race interview (flobikes) // 'now the fight is over': jonas vingegaard concedes tour de france battle for yellow, but still aims for second - adam becket // jonas vingegaard - stage 19, tour de france 2024 post-race interview (flobikes) // video: jonas vingegaard and matteo jorgenson consoled after heart-breaking end to stage 19 of 2024 tour de france for team visma | lease a bike - kieran wood // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // 'probably the hardest moment of my career'-- jonas vingegaard on his crash and fight to be ready for the tour de france - stephen farrand // jonas vingegaard's tour de france was a venn diagram - iain treloar // rise up and salute the sun: the writings of suzy kassem - suzy kassem // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2023 // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // vingegaard exhausted after tour de france: may cut season short - sjoerd valkering // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - stage 20, tour de france 2024 (belga images) // the thing is - ellen bass // "if you had told me four months ago that i would be second, i wouldn't have believed you" - jonas vingegaard disappointed but proud of his tour de france - ondrej zhasil // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - stage 11, tour de france 2024 post-race interview (nbc sports) // alfred lord tennyson // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // remco evenepoel and jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - tour de france 2024 // matteo jorgenson and jonas vingegaard - stage 19, tour de france 2024 // matteo jorgenson and jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - podium ceremony, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard and wout van aert - tour de france 2024 (team visma | lease a bike)

[majorgammage]

Ominous music plays.

You’ll never guess what’s coming to Piltover.

Camera pushes in slowly on a pulsating Hexgate portal.

A new direction for the cold, hard science urging our city to greater and greater peaks of achievement.

Pan up the council tower, extreme forced perspective so it grows and grows on screen.

Experience the power of Hextech…

Snap back to the hexgate, pulsing faster, glowing brighter. Ominous music swells.

…In your own backyard.

Music turns upbeat and whimsical. Cut to a tight shot of a custodian in the public gardens, bent over away from camera. She notices the camera and stands up, wiping her cheek with a glove and smudging it with dirt. She smiles.

“I use mine outdoors. It’s perfect for getting dirty in the garden with a friend.”

An assistant hustles past with an armful of papers, and the camera follows. They walk and talk.

“I keep mine in my bag. The boss really likes to ride me hard at the drop of a hat, so I try to stay prepared.”

They enter a coffeeshop as a barista exits. The camera follows while he erects a sidewalk sign - it reads “Piltover’s favorite hole-in-the-wall! Come on in.”

“I get mine out in the morning. My partner is an early riser, so we always start our day with a hot, fresh grind.”

Sunlight flares off the shop window and the shot transitions to an even brighter hexgate thrumming fast and humming in warning.

Endorsed by the Rising Stars themselves…

Slow zoom in through an open door of the lab, Viktor working at a desk facing away. He notices the crew and turns, goggles still on, perplexed.

“What is this? Who let you in here, I told them absolutely no filming in the—“

Diligently pounding away at the Next. Big. Thing.

Cut to the forge kiln blazing away around a thick rod of steel, turning white hot. Tongs pull it out a little, then back in, then full out. Sensual jazz music backs the steady hammering sound of steel on steel. Slo-mo pan over sweating abs. Flexing back. Fist gripping a thick-handled hammer. 2/3 shot of Jayce sitting, shirtless, hammer in hand, full spread, swiping sweat off his brow and neck.

“Innovation has always been a give and take. You gave me a hard thrust into the spotlight, and I took it in stride…but Hextech has always been about the people of this city first and never the glory, whole stop. My partner and I want to remind you that Hextech isn’t about us. It’s about you. And where you want it.”

Councilwoman Medarda enters from the right and tucks his hair into a more perfect swoop. She rests her arm on his shoulder and looks at the camera.

“This next push for progress is going where Hextech has never gone before. He’s got my backing. And I’ll let you in on a little secret…”

Tight push in on just her. She raises a finger to her lips in a hushing motion.

“I’m wearing mine right now.”

Smash cut to the Hexgate exploding in a burst of light as The Hexstrap™ teleports into frame, gleaming and rotating to show off its features. A moan joins the music for emphasis. It sounds like Jayce.

The people of Piltover got behind Hextech. Now let Hextech get behind you.

Introducing The Hexstrap™, Piltover’s first and only publicly-available wearable to feature revolutionary technology.

Harness the power of Hextech to deliver 6 intense power settings sure to have you - and your partner - seeing stars.

Upgrade to the Hexstrap Pro and experience military-grade efficiency. With full exoskeletal augmentation and ergonomic comfort straps, you can put Hextech where you want it with ease - blow their back out, not yours.

The Hexstrap™.

You can’t spell Progress without peg. And you can’t drive them into the future without The Hexstrap™.

Find it at your local pleasure purveyor. Hextoys LTD is a privately-owned company existing separately from any state-sponsored initiatives. Views expressed here may not reflect the opinions of any official governmental bodies or institutes. For more information, visit our Bridgeside location, or consult with our distributors in Zaun for a thorough demonstration.

[rawr-jess]

Need I say more….

[noicevibes]

if it’s gotten to the fucking point that the Ministry of Education has to announce that “the school year is cancelled” for part of Gaza because all its students have been murdered, humanity has failed, failed at everything— flat out, point blank, and unequivocally failed.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Back again I have another chapter I'm flingin it at you. I'm too tired to really explain much of it but if you have a question you're welcome to shoot me an ask abt it and stuff.

Okay Imma take a nap here wake me up when it's over. @itsberrydreemurstuff and @laegume, saved ya'll a seat in the front row. I'll edit this to put the other chapters in at some other point, but for now...

On with the show!

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Moon watched over his charges, running his hands through the hair of the child in his lap. She was a new one, loud, too. She’d burst in with her brother while they were occupied in their room. They’d heard you enter this morning and remained upstairs, both hoping to delay interaction with you and seeing the current task as far more important.

(Said task was to make sure their joints wouldn’t randomly lock up throughout the day. Those had gotten to be a problem as of late, but they weren’t going to tell you that.)

You’d asked about it afterwards. Sun let it be known that their business was their own. Damn company wouldn’t even give them a moment to themselves without sending their rat after them.

Said rat currently sat at the desk, slouched over with their head down. Moon took it upon himself to investigate, silently making his way over and dropping down in front of you, hands slowly reaching for your chair to yank you forward…

Faint snoring.

Moon froze.

That couldn’t be right. You never slept in the Daycare, you never even took a lunch break off. And here you were, apparently tired enough to have gone down for the count like the kids. They’d never seen you so…vulnerable.

A terrible decision on your part, really. 

His hands changed trajectory, instead grabbing your bag and conducting a short ‘inspection’. 

The contents of your bag was different this time. No headphones, no little snacks. You’d brought another book today, and an old one by the looks of it. He flipped through it before dumping it back in. Not terribly interesting.

You’d brought your laptop as well, not an uncommon occurrence. He rummaged deeper for something new, something he could actually punish you for.

Like the bottle of pills he found innocently placed inside one of the pockets. 

That was not what he was expecting.

He examined it, glancing over to you. You? Taking medications?

Focusing back on the curious object in his hand, he quickly scanned his database to identify it.

Hm. Tylenol. Commonly used to treat moderate pain.

Sun butt in with a suggestion. Maybe it’s that person they were calling yesterday?

No, Moon replied. They said they would drop it off that night. And it wasn’t for the children, since Management supplied and refilled the Daycare’s medicinal aid. 

Maybe they’re sick?

Moon rolled his eyes. I’ll check. He scanned you and huffed at the results. You seemed mostly fine, save for a small cold and your visual stress levels. Hardly dire enough to take medicine. How weak humans were.

Dropping the pill bottle back into your bag, he set his eyes back on his original goal and devised the perfect means of torture.

A couple markers and googly eyes later, Moon gazed down at the finished product, snickering quietly. While not the most devious nor mature plot, it would most definitely be a cause for some mild embarrassment. He procured your phone from your pocket and snapped a photo of it, commemorating the moment forever.

Satisfied with his work, Moon took his leave and returned to the children. 

Lights on, Sun out. Playtime resumed as always, though he noticed you weren’t present for it. He looked around before finding you still asleep at the desk. 

Of course. This is why management relied on machines. He never got tired, he performed at maximum capacity 24/7, 365! He could be depended on to get results!

He didn’t fall asleep during a shift.

Sun’s gaze flickered back to you. He supposed he would have to wake you up, since you had made no move to do it yourself. Citing a short excuse to the already-occupied children, he approached the desk, taking notice of your face and stifling his mechanical laughter.

Well.

Moon had certainly been decorative. 

He’d let you find out about that, though; he didn’t want to spoil Moon’s trick.

He carefully reached his hand out to tap you on the shoulder, already having a sharp remark at the tip of his metaphorical tongue. 

He didn’t get the chance to so much as nudge you before you pop your eyes open and rear back, panic flashing across your face momentarily before it was overtaken with relief. Your shoulders dropped slightly, though you kept that tense aura about you, eyes wide and cheeks soon flushed in embarrassment as you processed the situation. You shrunk under his gaze, a tight smile appearing on your otherwise mortified expression. “Ah…Did I…”

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” Sun exclaimed with false cheer. “If you’re quite finished with your little impromptu nap, you have an actual job to get back to!”

Your cheeks burned brighter and you nodded, pointedly not looking at him. “R-right, I’ll get back to work, sorry…” You stood up from the chair, arms pinned tightly at your sides and wrapped around your chest. You kept repeating whispered apologies, shrinking in on yourself until you cut yourself off tersely, “I’m sorry, I…I think I just need a minute.” you said thickly, excusing yourself. 

He blinked. That was new. He was sure if he’d said one word more to you, you likely would’ve shattered beneath him. You looked almost on the verge of tears. Sure, he’d caught glimpses of you when you were worked up, but you always seemed fine 

A cackle in the back of his head snapped him out of his thoughts. 

Quite the reaction that was. They look like they’d break if you so much as looked at them. What did you do to trigger that, eh, Sunny?

I don’t know, Moon, he responded. I don’t know.

Well, whatever it was, it worked. I’ve hardly ever seen them like that before. 

Sun hadn’t either.

Moon perked and paused, an idea forming. Saaay…maybe that’s how we’ll get them.

What do you mean? Nothing works with them-

Maybe not, but maybe we’re not pushing hard enough. Maybe they need more pressure before they crack. We have to hit them where it hurts. 

Sun’s rays retracted an inch, knowing he'd have gone paler if he were human. Moon…

What? Moon countered. You want them gone, just like I do. Nothing else is working. We can’t off them with Management watching us like harpies, and intimidation does nothing. Think about it. If they don’t want to work with us, if it’s too unbearable, they’ll quit. They’re too chicken to file a report about it, they don’t like making a scene.

I suppose…Still, he hesitated, though he didn’t know why. He did want you gone from his Daycare, out of his rays and out of his way. Even so…

The lunar animatronic sighed. Fine, I’ll do it myself. 

And with that, the link shut.

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You splash your face with water, scrubbing away the remnants of marker scribbles and tear tracks. You rub your red-rimmed eyes and take a shaky breath, trying to will away the fresh tears that threatened to spill.

You were an adult, damn it, you shouldn’t be crying in the bathroom over the words of your robotic jester coworker. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal, anyway. All he told you was to get back to work, it was nothing serious and he had full right to do so. 

Why did you have to overreact over nothing every time this happened?

You calmed down enough to pull yourself together and at least pretend to be normal for a few more hours. You could sob into a pillow at home, but you were at work and it was not the time to act pathetic. 

You berate yourself a little longer before composing yourself once more with a carefully set expression that did not coincide with how you felt at all.

Brave face on, you step back into the Daycare. 

Two hours left…

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Aaaand that's a wrap! Sorry it was a bit short this time, I had to do a lot of editing. I'll prob release chapter 6 a couple days from now cuz I'm lazy.

[doolallymagpie]

petra: men will invent a cosmic theory justifying their fatalism rather than going to therapy and growing up into a goofball nihilist

miles: he does go to therapy

gwen: yeah, twice a week

petra: Give me his therapist’s address. Now.

[laniidae-passerine]

Honestly I think Dean Highbottom has some shit to answer to as well. The mockery, the derision, the outright admittance that he was hoping Coriolanus would fail and the Snow family would continue to suffer. How someone who loathed the Games still treated a young man with cruelty because of the past, because of social divides that would be so easy to tear down. In the end, it wasn’t just Gaul who shaped Snow into the man he became. So bitter and hateful. So incapable of compassion and forgiveness. Just like his father. Just like his Dean.

[deerdiaryys]

who the FUCK needs a sharpie this big

[pebblezone]

The Beach Boys Love You (1977) is such a questionable album I mean it’s barely even a Beach Boys album based on who contributes what but she’s so silly to me ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[computationalfluiddynamics]

“just say something”

he’s BEEN SAYING THINGS and people still get it wrong!! he has been saying EVERYTHING since his time in the feeder series and it wasn’t until he made it to F1 that they finally respected his wish to be “zhou guanyu” instead of “guanyu zhou”! (and even then it’s a question of whether he wants to be zhou guanyu or if he just doesn’t want to hear guanyu butchered even more than zhou) he has told people this so many times and it is one fucking syllable that is NOT DIFFICULT TO PRONOUNCE! this is not his fault in anyway whatsoever it is entirely on the rest of the grid and the media and other teams who simply refuse to even try to say his name properly

if you can say verstappen or schumacher or hakkinen or piastri or villeneuve you can say “zhou”

“it’s a nickname from karting!” “if he didn’t like it, he would say something!” i beg you use critical thinking skills just this once

first of all, where do you think the nickname came from if not people mispronouncing what is actually a very easy name to pronounce

second, you expect me to believe that half of the men on the grid who have never spoken to zhou for longer than a minute suddenly know him well enough to use a “nickname” from a time when they wouldn’t have even been in the same series

third, when you are in a field that is so dominated by western culture, both in terms of media and other drivers, it is not always as easy as “just say something”. chances are zhou has said something, given the fact that is was discussed by crofty and martin brundle at the beginning of 2022 and the fact that everyone at his own team says it correctly.

stop making excuses for blatant ignorance and sinophobia

[monsterxmade]

Tag Drop

[galaxiadecima]

Here pookie

A full sized snickers for you

you exist to antagonize me don’t you

[doriantomybasil]

i was so concerned that i was gonna miss my train because i had to take the trash down and go to the store (that is in the same building as my apartment btw) so i left earlier than i would’ve and now i’m here at the station 20 minutes before my train is scheduled to arrive in 35 degree weather i’m actively dying this is the worst i want to be on the air conditioned train already

[wallflowerglitter]

I woke up to myself singing the bridge to Last Kiss, so that is how I’m doing apparently.