once a year, x-men comes back to burrow itself into my brain, but this time it’s come full force. i think it might be an official hyperfixation now.

help.

I think it's extremely funny that protestants call themselves "Christians" as opposed to "Catholics" as to imply that Catholics aren't "Real Christians."

Like not to defend the Catholic Church but hearing protestants say that smug nerd shit makes me want to bully them.

me, a Jew, looking at two photos of Catholics and Protestants respectively: "they're the same picture."

Heres how I keep track:

Catholics: robes and pointy churches

Protestants: ones that want to build a third temple for apocalypse reasons

What the everloving FUCK are you talking about? Third temple?? Apocalypse???

Look, if you're not american you might not know how protestantism works over here. For most of our nations history, upwards of 70% of us have been Protestant. That's recently plummeted down to around 35% but it's a whole thing.

The overwhelming majority of American protestants are whats called Evangelical. To oversimplify, the goal of evangelism is to convert as many people as they can to Christianity before the apocalypse comes. One of the triggers for the apocalypse as detailed in the book of revelations is the construction of the third temple in Jerusalem. This is a significant concern among parts of our government, and effects our foreign policy in the middle east.

I’m sorry your evangelicals are PROTESTANTS??? Aren’t they surely really their own thing by now??? I’m just comparing like, a country Vicar to some massive televised congregation singing nonsense and speaking in tongues like how

That's what happens when you take all of the worst, most puritan, most conservative country vicars, put them on a boat, and you ship them across the Atlantic to a prison colony called New England.

It sounds fake but it is not. American Evangelicals believe we must support Israel as in the nation of Israel at all costs because of a Bible verse that says the enemies of Israel will be cursed or something, and also a good number of them want Jewish people to have their own nation state and rebuild the temple because they think that will trigger the biblical Apocalypse.

As for the relationships, it’s like whales, cows, and horses, where the Catholics are horses, somewhat more normal Protestants are cows, and Charismatic-leaning Fundamentalist Evangelicals are whales, except if some of the whales were of the species that tells you if your grandma had enough faith she wouldn’t die of cancer.

Loputyn

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B  E    O  U  R    G  U  E  S  T

these skeletons look legitimately friendly and inviting, i don’t know about you guys but i’m hella stoked to kick it with these skeletons

Much has changed in the peace times after the skeleton war.

“Tastes like a hug” that’s southern cooking

that’s just about how I described Chicken ‘n Dumplins when I had them for the first time a few weeks ago.

For Skyrim People

So my husband is a big Skyrim modder. He’s got a mod out called Keizaal that enhances the vanilla experience. He likes to make new weapons for the game while staying true to the Elder Scrolls lore. And tons of other stuff I don’t know about/probably couldn’t describe right lol.

Lately, he’s been really into dog mods. For a long time he’s said that he wished there was a corgi in Skyrim, because he ADORES our dogs and wanted to have one in-game with him. Well – he made it happen! 

This is Gladys the Corgi. She is modeled after our Pembroke. We recorded real sounds from our dogs for her attack and idle audio. She has a unique model! She has ARMOR! She can play fetch!!!! 

It’s a really cool, really unique mod that he worked super hard on. And if you’re interested in downloading it, the woman who sells you Gladys is voiced by me! (I also do voicework for Asya’la, the Nordic Khajiit. And sometimes I stream Skyrim on his Twitch.)

So that’s all I wanted to say! She’s been a very fun, personal mod to see develop from him and I wanted to share it. 

As close as you will ever be to a nuclear explosion

THIS IS FUCKING TERRIFYING

No thank you.

The columns of smoke in the foreground are telephone poles boiling

This is way cooler to look at than it should be

Science side of Tumblr would like to add:

Heat is generally transmitted in 3 forms: conduction, convection, radiation.

The fact that the telephone poles and wires are boiling away well before the shockwave hits them indicates that the heat from the explosion has not reached them by convection (much slower than the speed of sound) or by conduction (at best, comparable to the speed of sound), but purely by radiation. In other words: the explosion is bright enough to boil everything.

You know what I love? Calling it "Christian Mythology." Referring to their god as "The Christian God." Refusing to conform to the idea that their religion is any more valid than anyone else's.

Oh, it makes them spicy. Gets them all twitchy. They wanna fistfight me in a Denny's parking lot, but they know they can't 'cause I'm right.

A Little Bit Territorial // Male! Werefox x Reader.

Everything in your life had changed but only in the best way.

Three years ago, you had been absolutely miserable. You’d been working a crappy, dead end job with an even crappier manager and living in a tiny apartment with the world’s worst boyfriend. Dear, darling Luke. If he wasn’t totally ignoring you, then he was picking a fight about something stupid, screaming and throwing shit around as you stood there and wondered how this had become your life.

It sucked.

But you had been too scared to do anything about any of it for so, so long. You could quite your job…but what if you never found a new one? You could leave the apartment and Luke…but what if you were left without a home or anyone to hold?

The what if’s kept you awake and away from what you truly wanted for far too long, always whispering in the back of your mind.

But then…then one fight blew up too big and it was enough.

Like a switch had been flicked in your brain, you were suddenly so done with all of this. And just like that, you were gone, gone, gone!

You had quit your job, dumped the guy, and moved far, far away from it all.

A new job, a new place, and a new you. Forgetting about everything you’d left behind, you savored the taste of a new future. Though your apartment was cramped and tiny, it was so much brighter then your home with Luke. As for him…well, you didn’t think much about him.

The fear of being alone had faded away, his number had been blocked, and all you tried to do was live your own life on your own terms.

And then you had met Fawkes.

Meeting him was like the cherry on top of the perfect sundae, a sweet surprise that you hadn’t been expecting. The werefox was handsome, charming, and just…perfect. His floppy red hair that always hung in his eyes which were big brown and full of light, the freckles peppered all over his brown skin, ugh, he was so cute!

You’d fallen in love with him the moment you saw him!

And lucky for you, the feeling was more then mutual.

You started dating and had quickly fallen deeper in love. Now you were the happiest you had ever been. The new job you had landed was amazing and you had an awesome group of lady friends, all of whom were dating monsters too. And, to celebrate your anniversary, you and Fawkes had taken the next step in your relationship:

You had moved in together.

Gone was your too tiny apartment and here was a brand new home. And it was perfect, with big windows, a walk in closet in the bedroom, built in bookshelves! It was a dream come true. Together, you and Fawkes had turned the old place into a home, unpacking what felt like a million boxes, repainting walls, all while laughing and goofing off as a Donna Summer CD blasted away.

“And with this final box,” Fawkes said with a grin, “we are officially…moved in!”

The werefox flopped onto the couch dramatically, taking your hand as he did and pulling you down with him, covering you in kiss after kiss.

“Fawkes!” You laughed. “You’re such a flirt!”

“You love it.” He replied, his brown eyes shining as he looked at you. “Don’t even try try to lie to me, you enjoy every second of it.”

“Hmm…maybe.”

Kissing him softly, you lost yourself in the perfection of the moment. His hands slipped around your waist, holding you close as he rolled so that you were pinned beneath him and fully at his mercy. Brown eyes flashed gold as he grinned at you, teeth sharp and shining. Fawkes peppered you in kisses and playful bites, covering your neck and shoulders as you laughed breathlessly and-

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Freezing, you both glanced at the front door, Fawkes sitting up straight. His ears twitched carefully as he listened carefully, whispering for you to stay right there.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“Dunno.” He replied.

It was the middle of the night. No one had even been invited over yet. You could tell that Fawkes was on red alert as he walked quickly and quietly towards the door, glancing out the little window in the middle of the door.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

He growled, ripping open the door and glaring down at the unwanted visitor. Standing up, you looked over his shoulder and saw…

Luke.

Your ex.

Of all of the people from your past, you had never expected to see him. But there he was, standing on your doorstep. He didn’t notice you at first, too busy looking up at Fawkes’s angry face as he stammered something out.

“What do you want?” Fawkes hissed.

“Uh, I…I’m looking for…Y/N?”

He had finally noticed you. Looking from you and from Fawkes and back again, an angry scowl came over Luke’s face as he demanded,

“Who the hell is this?”

Oh, like he had any right to question you about anything! But that was classic Luke, still looking to start a fight about something. His tone, sharp and mean, was more then enough to make your boyfriend bristle.

Dark eyes turned gold.

Teeth began to sharpen into points and claws dug into the doorway, wood beginning to splinter beneath his grip.

Orange and white fur began to grow slowly.

A deep growl escaped his throat, anger already pouring from him like lava ready to burst from a volcano.

You stepped forward, placing a hand on Fawkes’s shoulder. The feel of you instantly relaxed the werefox, his golden eyes reverting back to a deep brown as he looked at you. But he remained half changed still, as though he was ready for a fight. But he wasn’t gonna make a move without your permission, you knew that much.

“This is Fawkes. My boyfriend. What are you doing here, Luke?”

“You’re dating a shiftier?” He sneered shoving past Fawkes and glaring at him. “I came to talk to you. That a problem?”

“Obviously.” Fawkes replied, returning the glare right back. “I don’t think either of us quite appreciate you being here.”

“That’s not up to you.”

“Y/N-”

“Y/N can speak for herself!” You said, making both of them look back at you.

Fawkes had the decency to look a little ashamed and you smiled at him, silently assuring your boyfriend that you weren’t mad. Not at him, at least. But you frowned at your ex, already completely annoyed with him. He was, it seemed, the same old Luke. Brash and rude and already getting on your last nerve.  

Some things never change.

“I don’t know why you’re here or how you even found me but let me make one thing clear: I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. And just coming here, barging into OUR home, is so totally disrespectful.”

“Think I give a damn?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I say I was done talking?” You snapped. “I have a BOYFRIEND, Luke. I’m happy, something I never was with you. Now, if you’ll be so kind as to leave, I can get back to what I was doing.”

Luke glared at you, making towards you as though to grab your arm. It wouldn’t have been the first time either.

“Don’t you dare-”

But Fawkes put a stop to it.

He’d gone full fox now, orange and white fur covering his once human form, claws and teeth bared as he snarled. His clothes ripped apart as his body rippled with angry, a furious whisper escaping from the creature.

“If you touch her…” He hissed. “If you EVER even THINK about putting a hand on her again…I will RIP YOU TO SHREDS.”

For a second, Luke was frozen in terror.

And then he was screaming like a lunatic and stumbling down the path as he ran far, far away into the night. It wasn’t until he was out of sight and his screams of terror had withered away that Fawkes finally changed forms, reverting to his human self once again.

“Well,” you said, “I don’t think we’ll be seeing Luke ever again.”

He sighed, looking at the remains of his torn up clothes. His flannel shirt and tank top were in shreds, his pants covered in rips, and the toes of his converse sneakers were completely destroyed…he was a mess. A total mess.

Smiling, you took his hand and closed the door, being sure to lock it up tight.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll order in. I’m craving Chinese tonight.”

An hour later, he was wearing fresh set clothes and you were laying on the couch together, protecting your pork fried rice from a hungry fox. He managed to steal a bite regardless of your guarding, looking rather smug, until you snatched two of his own dumplings right in front of him.

“Clever human!”

“Dumb fox.” You retorted, stuffing a dumpling in your mouth.

The night was growing late and it wouldn’t be long before Fawkes was out there, running into the wooded area around your home. But for now, he was with you, eating and laughing and just being his sweet self…

And it was perfect.

dreaming of becoming filthy rich, building a house like this and filling it with secret rooms

new favorites

one time in high school my french teacher told the class that his grandmother died and a kid in the class said “je regrette :(“ and the french teacher burst out laughing and was like “you’re gonna wanna say desolé in this context because je regrette means like…. my bad”

It’s here !! The guide for two-legged people who don’t know how to draw wheelchairs !!! 7 pages of infodump ! Disclaimer : I don’t know everything, I have one (1) experience of wheelchair user who used both bad and good chairs, and I share what I learned.

Image description :

1) Calvin in his wheelchair saying “yo” under a huge title “how to draw manual wheelchairs properly by Calvin Arium, a wheelchair user comic artist”.

2) A character says “my character self propels in a chair that was outdated in 1970 lol” Calvin says “so it looks like you two legged people don’t know the difference between an hospital chair and a chair made to be independant” an arrow point the crapppy chair, saying “we never want to see this again”

a bubble says “the hospital chair is extremely unpractical, tough considering it’s cheaper than a good custom chair a lot of us have only this”

3) a character hurt himself trying to reach the wheels of the hospital chair. Several arrows point why the chair is unpractical : “high backrest restrain shoulders movement” “huge armrest restrains wheel access” “separated footrest : amovible, cheap, bulky” “x structure, foldable but heavy” “huge front casters for stability” “heavy wheels”

4) Several arrows point an active wheelchair (the KSL by Küshall) : “usually no armrest” “a low backrest allow more movement” “light, design, ferning expersive” “special cushion to avoind injuries” “knee angle is usually 90°” “one single piece of frame, sometimes entirely welded” “weight : from 4 to 10kg” “often rigid” “center of the wheel is the center of gravity” “higher quality wheels : less spikes”

5) A hand grab different parts of the wheel, pushing harder in the second half. Bubbles says “some have gloves, some don’t. The hand must grab the biggest area possible. Less movement = more energy. This is a common but not only way to push.Calvin is on his back wheels, rolling on grass and dirt bubble says “popping a wheelie is when a wheelchair user rolls on their back wheels to roll on every complicated surface.

6) several drawings illustrate the folding frame, the ergonomic but rigid and expensive backrest, the separated footrest (only for folding frame), the handles, the folding handles, athe amovibles handles, or no handles, the cool fancy loopwheels, the pretty custom colors 

7) More Features ! The fancy rigid-foldable frame, the anti tippers (sometimes used by beginners), the motorization (wheels, smart drive) when propelling yourself is difficult Calvin says “and now vroom vroom motherfuckers”

Consider also supporting me by buying me a coffee on ko-fi : ko-fi.com/calvinarium 

Thanks !

Remember that guy on vine that would climb around shirtless with flowers on his head, and he’d keep saying “my berries.” But then it turned out he was a CIA plant put on Vine to track down leftist activists who were active on the app?

i literally just found out about the “girl from ‘is this allowed’ vine was really making out with a mannequin” controversy and now this? this is ruinedchildhood for millennials.

i’m sorry my berries guy was what now

A nice young Italian man I guess. I made this up for notes.

it’s so hard to pick a halloween aesthetic. there are so many options out there

first you have your vintage halloween aesthetic. for me (born in 1995) it reminds me of my earliest halloweens as a child, the Halloween’s spent at relatives house or how my kindergarten classroom was decorated. lots of orange, blown plastic decorations, taking us back to a time before candy corn was a discourse topic

this is your basic “Pinterest autumn” aesthetic, but I don’t mean that in a bad way! comfy novelty socks, Halloween movie marathons, pumpkin carving and pumpkin spice lattes, this aesthetic is refreshing and comforting. embraces the entire season of fall and not just the day of Halloween.

“neon Halloween” or the “halloween party aesthetic” this reminds me of nighttime, being old enough to trick or treat by myself and hitting up the scariest houses. loud dance music, themed drinks, and fog machines.

swapping out the traditional orange, green and purple for lavender, pink and blue, Pastel Halloween is a new one that’s gained traction over the years, in part due to “kawaii” culture gone mainstream and the pastel goth aesthetic.

“Gothic Halloween” is a more mature Halloween aesthetic and likely one that people into it will decorate with year round. Bats, red roses and skulls, think “Addams family mansion”

Another new one, the “celestial Halloween” aesthetic is enjoyed by all your witches and tarot readers. crystal balls, crystal skulls, crystal everything. the dominant colors for this aesthetic are purple and blue, paired with silver, gold or black. also crosses over with a spooky plant aesthetic for some reason.

@netherworldpost

This is an intensely enjoyable post.

tag list for  my october/halloween fanfic event

If anyone wants to be tagged in specific fics for my october event (I think I’m gonna call it Hunter’s Moon event since that’s the name of the full moon in October but idk if that’s lame or not), the form is here!

EDIT:

sorry for being a goof here’s the lineup 😅 also I won’t be using my regular tag list for these since many of them are different from my usual content. (if you are one of my beta readers I’ll be tagging you for credit as my beta~)

scary rating: 🌑: not scary | 🌒: a little eerie | 🌓: might be scary for some audiences | 🌕: probably scary

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⭐ Bridge of Souls - Getou | Gojo - poem - cw: canon character death, manga spoilers Scary rating: 🌑

⭐ The Tale of the Bogle - Hawks - Scottish myth - cw: spirits/creatures, ghost story Scary rating: 🌓

⭐ Hoist the Colours - pirate!Bakugou - The Flying Dutchman - cw: ghosts, legends, angst, not a happy ending (debating on a potential character death) Scary rating: 🌒

⭐ You Do Not Recognize The Bodies In The Water - GN reader - SCP 2316 - cw: horror, monsters, nonreader character death Scary rating: 🌕

⭐ untitled - Gintoki | Katsura | Sakamoto - book case/seance - cw: canon character deaths, spoilers, post-series, death Scary rating: 🌑

⭐ Amityville Twist (rewrite) - original character - the Amityville Horror - cw: horror, paranormal, demons Scary rating: 🌕

⭐ untitled - incubus!Toji x fem!reader x teacher!Gojo - incubus - cw: monsterfucking, noncon, teacher/student dynamics, dreams vs reality Scary rating: 🌑 (unless you think Toji’s gigantic monster demon cock is scary)

⭐ Hiraeth - Shiggy and the rest of the League - Samhain - cw: spoilers, canon character death, mourning/grief, mentions of spirits Scary rating: 🌑

This is a meme from 2064

Only for meme purposes.

I’m really into the physical and mental health side effects of superpowers and today I’m thinking about the Fireflies because they’re probably my most interesting characters from that second category

The Fireflies are simultaneously three characters and one character, because they’ve been telepathically linked nonstop since they were young children. They have a VERY poor sense of where one ends and another begins, although ZB has the most distinct individual personality because he’s in pain most of the time and keeps that out of the link. Firefly and C4 experience sharp body dysmorphia if you break the link between them because they can’t tell which body is whose anymore.

There are definitely three minds linked into there, but they experience each other’s emotional reactions to things so there’s very little disagreement between them. ZB having to isolate parts of himself and therefore sometimes bringing a dissenting opinion is the only thing that kept the link a dialogue instead of melting into uniformity.

And then they get caught and Firefly gets put on power inhibitors, which severely limit the link.

A few things that come up pretty quickly:

—C4’s powers destroyed his ear drums years ago and knows neither lip reading nor sign language. Firefly has been ‘translating’ for him.

—In a similar vein, while ZB has always been the chatty one, both Firefly and C4 had spoken while the link was on when he wasn’t close enough to speak for the group. They both stop when the link is broken, that was ZB speaking through their bodies the whole time.

—ZB refers to both of the others as ‘Firefly’, and often uses it for himself as well. Zombie Boy was something a lab tech called him and C4 was an experiment designation, they use them to differentiate bodies, not people.