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ashiyn · 11 months
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just had my monthly rewatch of martyns aha compilation from last life. it never fails to make me lahaugh
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nose-coffee · 1 month
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“I’d like to play you another song about suicidal depression. It’s about – if you are a certain type of person – me – . . . uh, you hear about somebody who did something horrible and drastic and you feel bad, but there’s a part of you that goes, ‘what, that’s, now I know, now I recognize my kind, because he did that.’ So this is about a guy who did a terrible thing and he couldn’t live with the memory of it, and so he went and did a worse thing, and it’s called ‘Cry for Judas.’”
- John Darnielle, frontman of the Mountain Goats
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narwhalandchill · 9 months
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assuming it was indeed dan feng feeding his bone marrow to ying xing thats at least partially behind allowing him to survive the transformation into an immortal mara-stuck being despite being a short-lived species. i simply have to ask. if blades mara relapses are such an issue. and vidyadhara bone marrow has the quality of regulating that.
whats stopping dan heng from simply feeding him some again like ever thought that maybe blade just needs a regular prescription? you have 206 bones. sharing is caring baby girl
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Father Paul's lips: an appreciation post
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fagbatman · 1 year
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theflikchic · 1 month
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JKR really wrote "I am not transphobic! I don't fear trans people! I'm just absolutely terrified that every trans woman I see is a secretly an abusive man waiting to rape me at every turn!" Girl, I- I just- How did this woman ever manage to write a good, narratively coherent series when she can't even keep her damn tweets straight? Like, hot dog, was HP divine intervention because there ain't no way she had that skill and it just vanished like that. This is ludicrous.
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The New Generation...
O F S U F F E R I N G . . .
@spellsunderthestars
@invaderxeya
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westwiiind · 2 months
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the thing about the hidden world is that even if berk could hypothetically win against every single future attacker, should they have to endure an endless cycle of attacks at all? even if berk as a whole wins every battle and war, do you really think there’s no consequence? no price to be paid? no casualties, no loss of resources or infrastructure? even in a series sanitized enough for young audiences, this notion is shown to be untrue. hiccup/berk wins every war yet there is almost always a price. it’s established RIGHT off the bat in the first movie. “those ships never come back.” “see? old village, lots and lots of new houses.” “they’ve killed hundreds of us!” “winter is almost here, and i have an entire village to feed!” (cue dragons flying off with all their livestock). right at the very beginning, we’re introduced to the idea that the cycle of violence overall is unsustainable regardless of the outcome of any individual confrontation. so i don’t understand how so many ppl hate the hidden world when hiccup did in that movie exactly what he did in the first one: he saw a way to end the cycle of violence, so he did it, even though it upended the way of life of his people. in both movies. he would be a bad leader if he allowed the cycle of warfare to continue indefinitely just bc he felt that berk would always win, and just bc the alternative would be too emotionally painful to consider. because even if berk miraculously won every time, battles aren’t free. i think some ppl forget that just bc it’s presented to u in a kid-friendly way. the price of dragon-berkian unity was an endless bombardment of hunters and conquerors. what kind of chief would hiccup be to allow that cycle of violence to continue? what kind of peacekeeper would he be to allow that to continue?
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themyscirah · 6 months
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Wait omg..... Jessica Cruz probably did rifle... my specialized sports knowledge coming in CLUTCH
Okay so I barely practiced and made it to regionals like once so im NOT the expert here but uh headcanoning that Jess did air rifle when she was a teen. Like idk if it would be as part of a team like with a high school (what I'm familiar with) vs like an individual thing vs like a travel/competitive team (it depends on the sitch in her area growing up) but she definitely went to some national matches (probably including JOs/JO quals like i think she was GOOD). I think she probably would have quit competitively following a bad shot at nationals (relatable) along with anxiety about competition (ALSO relatable) but still kept up with shooting casually for fun and relaxation and to hang out with friends etc.
She definitely would have shot smallbore competitively too but I never did that bc I was lazy so idk to much abt it competitively
#and by bad shot i mean a 0#it hurts me to even think abt doing that during a match actually esp at fucking JOs#a girl on my team did that and im sure it was devastating (we never let her live it down after too) but like dang. i feel that pain#im just saying she would vibe sooooooo hard with rifle. like canonically they just said she did it but im talking air in particular#also in the panel they said six which first off. humphries bro thats TOO young ik youre trying to be impressive but youre talking abt rifle#here. if someones let their kid have a gun at 6 theres actually smth wrong with them. and not even a bb or smth wtf#ANYWAYS you guys haveeeee to understand this. jess would go so hard for rifle she would fit right in w every competitive shooter ive ever#met istg-#she would be out there on the porch 35° weather in full gear mid match crying w the rest of us it would be great#wait wait shoutout to the time i had to get smth from my car and there were like 4 ppl out there crying during the middle of standing#like i literally FEEL THAT SO HARD (weve all been there) but also like... awkwarddddddd#4 is an unusually large amount though. normally its like 2 ppl at a time first relay. with more 1st relay ppl crying after than during#gosh rifle omg this is making me miss it#<<<<freshman/sophomore me would kill me for saying this btw. i HATED practicing so bad then omg#OH and Jess would be a kneeling girlie. fave position. why ? bc i said so shut up#no but bc its my favorite position (yes i know its the worst okay. im aware of all the reasons kneelings sucks and why everyone hates it.#but you know what? kneeling hates everyone equally and i respect that) no but uh yeah ✌️✌️✌️✌️#top 10 posts that are 80% jargon and only i care about 😘#anyways this is canon to me now actually#like idc what you say she was down in the trenches (the range) w the rest of us#also ik she almost certainly would have shot paper but in my mind she practices mainly w electronic bc thats what i used (even if its super#uncommon and is only used at the nice ranges) if she was super competitive she would probably have driven to shoot electronic. lets just say#there was a paper nearby and an electronic scoring range a bit farther or smth#anyways yeah#WAIT OMG SHE DEFINITELY MET HER FRIENDS FROM HER BACKSTORY THROUGH RIFLE#and the dating drama too omg rifle drama was INSANE. like i was almost always out of the loop bc i never practiced and didnt have snapchat#but like the drama was INSANE. fucking wild. at least to my nerdy ass self. so her relationship drama makes total sense now okay babe fr#jessica cruz#blah
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obsidian-art04 · 11 months
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Alright that's enough art for the week
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xenole · 7 months
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Better late than never i suppose
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@requiodile
Serotonin boost maybe?
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utenthy · 7 months
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has anyone here seen richard siken’s current twitter antics
#im like insanely aggravated it’s like ruining my day#he’s kind of delving into this topic of the current discourse surrounding speculating the sexuality of an artist and how people are#trying to twist some crazy don’t ask don’t tell scheme into the most appropriate course of action#don’t know if you guys are too deep in anime heaven to be aware of this but oh my god#i get a lot of like popstars on my twitter feed and it’s just people like if you think this famous person is gay you’re fucking disgusting#it’s bananas#but siken is getting involved now and he’s kind of proposing this theoretical to his followers#and they’re all like falling for it in the most ridiculous way#he’s saying like. if you found out i was straight would you think of my art differently#and they’re all like Nooo baby we’d support if you were het cuz sexuality doesn’t matter bby#and he keeps like dropping all these leading questions trying to take them to the water like#even if a reading erases queer history is it okay#and they’re like yes it’s ok ❤️#like it makes it so obvious and stupid i can’t believe these people are watching Richard siken#extremely important gay poet#get sucked into gaylor drama and their take is that he’s saying omg gaylors flopped sexuality doesn’t matter#don’t be stupid#he was like if i was straight it wouldn’t change the art would it ? And the answer is yes it would. fucking obviously.#but he’s getting into a lot of conflict with people#cuz like im always saying the greater society smoked so much homophobia that even gay people and allies are fucking CONFUSSD about what it#means to be an activist or stand for the cause of gay liberation
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predninja · 16 days
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Yall have no idea how excited I am to start publishing this chapter. Mostly because its purple as fuck, corny, and its a lot of pretty pictures over dialogue Remember the date(s)!
Read Spire Waves on Webtoon here: https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/spire-waves/list?title_no=880023
Patreon can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/starfallhybrid
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theygender · 2 months
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Every time I order a masago california roll from my favorite sushi place they're always like "you know that one has fish eggs on it right?" and I'm always very polite when I answer but in my head I feel like
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seariii · 5 months
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Since he isn't using Tumblr right now, I'll say it before he picks it back up.
Fuck gender, all my homies hate gender
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howl-at--the-sun · 2 years
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So, here's my first official lu fanfiction I'm comfortable posting. Beta read by the wonderful @imprisioned-in-the-hole
Title: Warmth
Relationships: Twilight & Four
Description: Somebody at some point in time made art of Four in Twilight's wolf pelt and that's basically all this is
When Twilight woke, frost had creeped its way into the hollows between his bones, ice had woven its way in between the stands of his hair to settle on his scalp, and a bitter winter had descended onto his shivering limbs. 
All that to say that Twilight was cold. Very, very cold. It reminded him of his first trip up that hellish mountain, protected only by light chainmail and a persistent voice from his shadow egging him onwards. It had taken copious use of his wolf form and fleeing from more than a couple wolfos with his tail literally between his legs to get to the top of Snowpeak, and Twilight had vowed never again, at least without some more protection from the cold. That protection had come in the form of the wolf pelt given to him rather awkwardly by Zelda before he’d returned to Ordon. Twilight hadn’t asked how many tries it took to get a pelt as fine as the one he wore, and he guessed Zelda didn’t want to answer that question, so Twilight lived in peaceful bliss with one of the most comfortable pieces of clothing he’d every worn.
…..What was he supposed to be thinking about again?
Ah. Right. 
Cold. 
Why was he cold?
The last time he had been this cold, it had been without the pelt. But he had the pelt now, so he shouldn’t be cold. Right?
Still half asleep, Twilight reached his left arm across his curled up body and grasped at his right shoulder. 
His hand came down on the freezing surface of his green tunic. His fingers searched left, then right, but only encountered more frost. He tried his left shoulder. Same result. 
Twilight was going to fucking murder his brain.
Of course he was cold! He didn’t have his pelt on! Couldn’t his brain have told him that in the first place?
Just as Twilight started to mentaly berate his brain, another thought occurred to him.
If his pelt wasn’t on his back, then where was it?
A burst of adrenaline shot through him and he rolled clumsily to his feet, half lidded eyes searching sluggishly for his sword on the cold ground. 
“Hylia above, wolf boy. What’s got your panties in a twist?”
Twilight stopped his frantic search (his sword was right next to his left foot), and looked up at Legend, opting to use his Mentor Stare than admit he was fumbling around in the snow like an idiot. 
“Wild was right,” Legend said flippantly. “It’s not as intimidating as the Old Man’s”
Twilight’s glare fell into an annoyed deadpan as he flipped Legend off, then went back to looking for his sword. In hindsight, that might not have been the best thing to do, if Wild had seen that he would never let Twilight live it down. But at this hour and this temperature, Twilight didn’t care, and it had been worth it just to see the look on Legend’s face. 
Reaching down to finally pick up his sword, Twilight’s hand brushed something soft and furry, 
His pelt! 
It was lying in a pile on the ground a foot or so away from him. He must have somehow dislodged it while sleeping, and then rolled away from it. 
Breathing a sigh of relief, Twilight bent down to pick it up. With cold still freezing in the hollows of his joints, he curled his fingers into the soft fur of the pelt and pulled it upward. Surprisingly, it refused to give.
Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, Twilight tried again, with the same result. It was as if something was weighing it down from the inside. Trying to get a better grip, Twilight wiggled his hands under the pelt, finding that it was surprisingly warm, and moving slightly up and down.
The pelt twisted to the right, left, right again, and then sat up as dirty blonde hair fell into boyish features and cloudy gray eyes. 
“Wha- Smithy?!”
Four’s eyebrows knitted together as he snuggled into Twilight’s pelt, still very clearly half asleep. The pelt, which Twilight hadn’t thought was too large, dwarfed him. The hood was pulled almost over his eyes and the remaining parts were tangled with his curled up legs. He looked so small curled up like that, like he was a kid who had just had a nightmare. Twilight knew that Four would absolutely hate that he had just compared him to a kid, but it was far too easy to make the comparison. And not just because of Four’s short stature, but because of his expressive, wide eyes and the childish glee that Twilight saw in them. There was no doubt that Four was a true hero of courage, but he was also a kid. In times like this one, that latter fact was painfully obvious. 
Twilight felt himself soften as he sank to his knees next to the sleeping hero’s form. 
“Smithy,” He murmured, carding his hands slowly through Four’s mess of hair. It was how he used to wake Colin up from a nightmare, and what Uli had done for him when he couldn’t go to sleep as a child. 
“‘Ancher?” Four mumbled slowly, mouth too tired to form the first letting of Twilight’s nickname.
“I’m right here,” Twilight said softly, with a small smile on his face. “You stole my pelt,”
It seemed to take Four a few minutes to register the worlds but when he did, he jolted away, almost headbutting Twilight in the process.
“Shoot!” Four said, looking at the fur gathered around him. “I’m so sorry, I must have grabbed it in the middle of the night! Here, you’re probably freezing without it,”
Four riggled out of the pelt and gathered it hurriedly into his arms, breath creating small puffs of white in the cool air as he worked. When he held the pelt out to Twilight, the hero in question couldn’t help but notice that Four’s arms were already shaking from the cold, and his breathing was shallow. Despite having only gotten out of the pelt a minute ago, Four looked like he’d just trekked up Snowpeak without any cold protection. 
Wait.
Oh no.
Four didn’t have any special clothes or items, at least not that Twilight could see, and although he had insisted he was fine, he had been shivering a lot. His regular tunic wasn’t very insulating, it was made for the environment of a forge. And Four was small and thin, neither of which were good for trapping heat.
Slowly, Twilight reached out and pushed the buddle back into Four’s chest. 
“Keep it. You need it more than I do,”
Four looked absolutely flabbergasted, staring down at the pelt and then back up at Twilight in confusion. 
‘Wha-” Four tried, but Twilight interrupted him. 
“You’re shaking like a newly hatched chick, and if my guess is correct, you don’t have anything to protect you from the cold. I’ve made this journey before without my pelt, and I’ve always got Wolfie to keep me warm if I really need it,”
Twilight could already see Four shaking his head.
“And don’t give me that look. You’re already holding it to your chest like a blanket,” 
Four looked down in surprise and saw that Twilight was right. Four had subconsciously drawn the budle closer to his chest, and had his arms wrapped snugly around it. 
“Here,” Twilight stepped forward and took the bundle from Four, holding the cloak up to let it untangle and then put it around Four’s shoulders. 
Four was so small that the hood drooped low over his eyes and the parts that usually covered Twilight’s shoulders fell down to Four’s arms. Twilight tugged the hood back so it wouldn’t fall into Four’s eyes and took a step back. 
“So, how do you like it?” For a moment, it looked like Four was going to protest, but then his eyes dropped to Twilight’s boots and he hugged his arms to his chest. 
“It’s warm,” He said softly, in a tone so fragile and young that it almost broke Twilight’s heart.
“I know it is,” Twilight replied in that same tone. “That’s why I wear it all the time, and that’s why I think you should wear it too,”
Four nodded slowly, before looking up at Twilight, down at his own boots, and then up at Twilight again, almost like he was trying to decide if he was going to do something. 
Four’s eyes fell back down just before a force slammed into his torso, a very fluffy and very soft force. 
“Thank you,” Four said softly, arms wrapped around Twilight’s waist and face pressed into his chest. 
“No problem, Smithy” Twilight replied, running a free hand through the fur of his hood as he held Four close to his warm body.
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