bluewonderer:

I am foaming at the mouth, I am crab walking Exorcist-style down the hallway at work, I am Ring-crawling through the screen, chewing my knuckles raw because of Trigun Stampede y’all. I need more, I need to consume until I’m absolutely glutted. I need to create and I don’t know where to start. My fingers ache with the need to render the impact of Vash’s pretty, pretty eyes. I need to outline his heart, his hope, the way he tries and tries, how his love is so wounded and beautiful. I need to hear my keyboard murmur as I contemplate Nai’s possessive love, how his love is a scalpel that cuts out the core of the thing he loves until all that’s left is a husk and an ideal. I need Vash and Wolfwood wandering the backdrop of the sand ocean, the sun beating down on them, two monsters who cannot be broken by the elements but are broken again and again by the very things that they yearn to protect. I want to touch Meryl’s quietly growing strength, Roberto’s old, worn-out love and protectiveness. I want them domestic at a bar or an inn, teasing, drinking, absolutely trashing Wolfwood at poker. I want them all strong and beautiful as the world burns beneath heavenly, alien song.

carpisuns:

sariahsue:

@sketchy-panda​

horsedestruction:

spursthatjinglejanglejingle:

I still think one of the funniest experiences of my life was watching American Psycho with my sister and afterwards we both went “okay. Lets do something more lighthearted now” and put on the dubbed version of Howl’s Moving Castle and we both lost our minds when we heard Howl start talking

optimysticals:

costumersupportdept:

this-too-too-sullied-flesh:

rebageling both for the a+ joke and because I may be one of the few people in the world who could pass/interact with both groups.

My favorite part of this joke was telling it to my mom and gramma.

They both laughed.

Then my gramma paused and asked why it was a gay bar.

My mom explained bears in the gay context.

And gramma laughed harder.

Mom was curious why she laughed if she didn’t know what a bear was.

Gramma explained the [exit pursued by bear] play joke, which mom didn’t know was a play reference.

Mom laughed harder.

All the while I’m cracking up because I love this joke for both the Shakespeare joke and the gay bar joke, and these two finding it funny even though they only knew half of the joke (and opposite halves).

Also my mom explaining to my gramma what a bear is, definitely one of the best moments of my life.  

blinkpen:

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blinkpen:

man. remember early in the pandemic, shortly into the telework phase, when a lot of women started vocalizing “wow, i didnt realize just how much time, energy, and even money i was wasting on dolling myself up for work every damn morning, until i didn’t have to do it anymore. i don’t think i’ll go back to doing that when we return to the office? i won’t be a slob or anything, of course, i’m just not going to go out of my way to look pretty at work"  and then,

so many people proceeded to lose every last crumb of their shit about it, writing the most asinine crybaby articles ever where they were just. utterly horrified by the possibility that more and more women might become comfortable looking natural/plain and completely opting out of the expectation to look as appealing as possible at all times, even when all they’re doing is spending all day in a cubicle. that was bonkers. lmao.

some ladies were like “during lockdown, i saw myself in the mirror without makeup much more often, and got used to it, so now i don’t feel as anxious for others to see me without makeup on either. i’m comfortable with the face i have, it’s fine just the way it is”

and some absolute dork ass losers heard this and went “truly, this is the death of femininity”

TERFS who think they’re welcome on my posts: you’re not. the freedom to reject conventional beauty standards should apply to and be shared with trans women as well, moreso, in fact, because trans women are literally held to an even harsher, stricter standard when it comes to rando third parties feeling entitled to meticulous over-performance from them - demanding they put every last possible ounce of resource and effort into altering their appearance just to be seen as acceptable, demanding they “prove” their validity through excessive glamour, to ensure they are not “faking” - and the consequences for a trans woman if she does not flawlessly comply with these demands can be so dire as to be lethal for her.

That should not be the reality these women have to endure! That is a horrifying injustice, and anybody who not only lacks compassion for that, but promotes the ideologies that enable it, is not welcome here. I will not debate with you on the matter. Get lost.

so this post is making the rounds again, but only the version without this very important addition on it, so, as a reminder,

oysters-aint-for-me:

i call my parents and say ‘yeah i can’t do family stuff tonight, i got too much stuff to do for school’ and i e-mail my professor and say ‘i can’t do my assignments tonight, work got crazy’ and i text my boss and say ‘sorry i can’t work late tonight, i gotta some family stuff’ and through this triangulation of deceitful excuses i at last will be free

malignedaffairs:

For my dearest @cynniminni. Merry Christmas!

Full artwork on AO3 (🍋🍋🍋)

twinvenus:

ok real quick…. drawing based on a Single Sentence of @sagemoderocklee’s fic Gate of Dreaming … i have been rotating it in my mind for centuries, thank you so much (hope it is okay to @!)

twinvenus:

gaalee doodles REPOST (btw in the 3rd pic he’s been holding lee’s hand like that for 3 mins straight)

froody:

What if there was a immature young man who worked as a cook in a fast food restaurant and could not get a driver’s license despite his best efforts? Now imagine he is a sponge.