I'm starting to get smile lines.
How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face
How metal to have lived a life where your face now pre-warns people not to fuck with you
How resilient to have cared so strongly that empathy is now visibly displayed on your face
My mom gave me some gluten free knock-off Girl Scout cookies and one of the Os fell off
you can tell this website is autistic as hell because someone posts a video with a mildly catchy phrase in it and no one shuts up about it for an extended period of time. or image even. image with a mildly catchy phrase in it even. we love phrases here on tumblr dot com love to repeat them. due to the autism
me: if I become the evil overlord I will never harm my minions
[5 years later]
highly throwable imp: hoohoohee
me: hmm
*sees a cop wounded by his car* omg!!! *rushes to the car and picks up the dispatch radio* OMG hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!~~ ^-^
a, like no.
im gonna like respond appropriately and handle the situation effectively.
i'd put the radio microphone in my mouth and make loud kazoo noises
is it lesbian friday yet
It's always lesbian friday if you believe
Happy lesbian friday
autistic guy stimming with his hands accidentally casts incredibly difficult and destructive spell 89 dead 578 injured
A port of madman-bob's Homestuck POV Cam Chrome extension to the Unofficial Homestuck Collection. Follow each Character from Homestuck in chronological order from their point of view. Available now!
Unfriendly reminder that all you idiots being like "yeah just pirate media now, fuck corporations!" posting links and just openly telling people where to download pirated media are why it's so hard to find safe, working sites for it anymore.
I've been doing this shit for over 20 years and the availability has gone down as it's become more mainstream. The more you publicly talk about all these sites the less there are. Shut up. Tell people in private or don't tell them at all.
like literally society can’t even handle women’s COVERED nipples. i hate bras and generally do just say fuck it but there’s always the fear of people hiving me shit for my nipples poking through my shirt, especially being sexually harassed about it. but with men it’s not an issue! they don’t have to stress so fucking much about their tits! i hate it here i want to throw up and die. bring back tge free the nipple movement right now
If there was so much discourse over continents I CAN'T WAIT for you to find out about the south-up map
This is what the earth looks like btw
Ok stop answering to this post with "up and down don't matter in space" cause north and south are not up and down and their orientation doesn't matter on earth either. This is legit what the earth looks like.
Well somebody has a superiority complex. Go to a shrink or something idk
Just in case you're feeling important, our planet also looks like this:
"there's a very good reason we humans tend to draw north up maps" yeah, colonialism and eurocentrism. anyway south up rules
mapposting time post your favorite projections mine is the pierce quincuncial!!!
My favorite map of Earth
Oh I feel like I should be able to fold up the pierce quincuncial into a sort of ball
did someone say fold up into a ball
Waterman is clearly the best except it needs the origami gold lines
@elodieunderglass You might appreciate Jarke van Wijk's "Unfolding the Earth: Myriahedral Projections" (site, pdf)
I really like these, thank you. Although my first comment was tongue-in-cheek, I like origami and seaming and folding. These are very satisfying.
None of these come close to the Spilhaus Projection:
If there was so much discourse over continents I CAN'T WAIT for you to find out about the south-up map
This is what the earth looks like btw
Ok stop answering to this post with "up and down don't matter in space" cause north and south are not up and down and their orientation doesn't matter on earth either. This is legit what the earth looks like.
Well somebody has a superiority complex. Go to a shrink or something idk
Just in case you're feeling important, our planet also looks like this:
"there's a very good reason we humans tend to draw north up maps" yeah, colonialism and eurocentrism. anyway south up rules
mapposting time post your favorite projections mine is the pierce quincuncial!!!
My favorite map of Earth
Oh I feel like I should be able to fold up the pierce quincuncial into a sort of ball
did someone say fold up into a ball
Waterman is clearly the best except it needs the origami gold lines
@elodieunderglass You might appreciate Jarke van Wijk's "Unfolding the Earth: Myriahedral Projections" (site, pdf)
I really like these, thank you. Although my first comment was tongue-in-cheek, I like origami and seaming and folding. These are very satisfying.
None of these come close to the Spilhaus Projection:
Oh! So imagine, after Le Papillion, Ladybug and Chat Noir made their appearance, everyone suddenly found a giant "0" tattooed on their backs.
And everytime someone dies (and disappears and whatever) by an akuma and is brought back to life by the cleansing light, that number on their back goes up by (1).
So the more often you've died and have been brought back, the higher the number gets. No one is granted an exception.
Imagine Adrien's surprise when he accidentally gets a glimpse of Marinette's back cos the wind made her flowy top rise or something...
And he sees the number 25,913...
(let's pretend Puppeteer 2 and Kwamibuster happened before Desperada, yeah?)
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Adrien stifled his yawn as he walked through the school doors. He couldn't sleep at all last night, thanks to the unrelenting nightmares of yesterday's akuma attack. Battling Desperada was a harrowing experience - seeing his Lady, seeing Ladybug vanish before his eyes, in his arms... her shocked cries, her wide eyes, her vanishing form, and the devastating number 25,913 played on repeat in his mind. And the worst part about it was that some of those memories were attributed to his lack of focus on the job as he had prioritised flirting with Ladybug. He had been kicking himself since - how could he say he truly loved Ladybug, the one who entrusted him with her life, when he betrayed that trust for his own personal interests?
A yelp broke him out of his mental self-flagellation and drew his gaze to the middle of the courtyard. Some student had tripped and accidentally spilt the hot chocolate in their hand onto Marinette's shirt. Adrien was already making a beeline for Marinette before he even realised he had started to move. The student was apologising profusely to Marinette, who was trying to reassure them that it was an accident, suppressing her winces of pain the scalding beverage had caused. Adrien never ceased to be amazed by Marinette's strength and compassion, and his heart traitorously skipped - it had been doing that since the day at the wax museum.
'Hey, Marinette,' he greeted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, 'let's get you checked out at the nurse's office.'
'A-A-Adrien! Hi!' she greeted. 'Um, sure! Let's go. See you later, Jean!'
The student responded, the now empty takeaway cup limp in his hand, but Adrien had already started guiding Marinette away to the nurse's office.
'Are you okay?' he asked.
'I'll be fine, Adrien,' she answered in that same placating tone she used to reassure Jean, but he wasn't convinced.
'Well, let's just get you checked out and make sure that's the case, yeah?' he replied, ushering her through the nurse's door.
The nurse assessed Marinette's stomach and proclaimed that she was lucky that she wasn't badly burnt by the hot liquid, but she still required a cold compress on her skin to soothe the sting. After ensuring Marinette was otherwise okay, the nurse said she needed to pop out and get some medical supplies, so she left the two of them to oversee the office while she was gone. Once the door shut behind the woman, Marinette looked down at her shirt with a huff.
'What's wrong?' Adrien asked.
'Oh, nothing,' Marinette said, fiddling with the end of her shirt. 'It's just that I am going to be stuck in a dirty shirt all day today - and it's not even my fault this time!' She let out a small chuckle. 'Oh well. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before.'
Her smile did nothing to alleviate the ache his heart felt. He knew his dear friend was a klutz, but it seemed that adorable trait of hers has made her suffer in ways he never contemplated.
'Let's switch shirts,' he blurted out. Her eyes widened.
'Wh-what?' she squeaked, her cheeks quickly flushing a pretty pink.
Cute.
'Our shirts,' Adrien repeated, 'we should switch them - take my overshirt and use it in place of your t-shirt so you don't have to wear a dirty shirt all day.'
'Oh! That's very sweet of you! A-are you sure?'
'Definitely,' Adrien answered, removing his white overshirt and holding it out to her. She took it but didn't move to put it on, and instead stared at him awkwardly, her cheeks growing steadily redder by the second.
'Oh!' he exclaimed, quickly turning around to give her privacy to change. He ignored how his cheeks burned. 'Right, sorry.'
Aaand... he was standing in front of a mirror. Welp. He looked down at the floor, hoping that would work. He didn't want to be disrespectful, after all.
'Ahh!' she hissed.
'Marinette?'
He accidentally looked up. Marinette had her back to him, in between changing shirts. Any other day and the sight would've made him blush, but not today. He accidentally looked up and saw what he shouldn't have and now he felt sick to his stomach.
'It's alright, Adrien, my skin stung, that's all. ...Adrien?' She turned around and met his gaze in the mirror. 'Adrien? What's wrong?'
She walked over to him, his shirt still in hand, her chest only clad with her bra, but that (unfortunately) wasn't what had gained his attention.
'Adrien, you're crying,' Marinette muttered, tenderly brushing a stray tear away with her thumb. Tender. Caring. Like she always was. His heart lurched.
'25,913,' he said, looking up and meeting her gaze. 'On your back - it says 25,913.'
She gasped, looking into the mirror to see for herself. She gasped again, her free hand covering her mouth in shock.
'I only know one person who could have a number like that,' Adrien continued, voice- well, everything shaking, really. 'And you're her.'
His knees gave way and he collapsed to the ground, Marinette barely catching him with a cry of his name. One of her hands wrapped around his back while the other cradled his face.
'Adrien, what are you saying?'
'You- you've been right here, with me, this entire time, haven't you?' he asked, his eyes desperately searching her face; all the pieces were falling rapidly into place now that he knew. 'I've been searching for you ever since I met you, and you've been here this whole time. I never thought- well, I did with Kwamibuster and you led me astray, but now- now...'
'Adrien, please, you're not making sense,' she implored. 'What's the matter?'
'I lost you. I lost you so many times, and I didn't think I'd lose you both! I- I... I couldn't lose you both, I just couldn't...'
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. Tears fell down his face so fast and he couldn't breathe and Marinette's arms wrapped around him and he clung on for dear life. 25,913. He lost her 25,913 times, and... and...
'I lost you, m'lady, and I lost you again and again and again and the Snake doesn't let you lose count- it doesn't, m'lady, it really doesn't and- and now- now you're Marinette, too - sweet, beautiful, kind Marinette - and I lost you both.'
'Adrien...' Marinette began hesitantly, 'why'd you call me that?'
'B-because that's who you are, m'lady,' he answered, burying his head into her neck. He felt her breath hitch.
'Only one person calls me that,' she said softly, 'and that's you, isn't it?'
He just held her tighter. Her skin was warm. She was alive. That awful, terrible number marred her skin and she was alive. Her skin...
He pulled away and picked up the shirt she dropped and draped the button-up around her shoulders.
'The nurse could walk in at any moment - we don't need anyone else figuring out your identity, Princess,' he choked out, holding the shirt in place as she slipped her arms through the sleeves. He started buttoning up the shirt with trembling hands. 'I can't lose you so quickly after finding you, I just can't.'
'And you won't,' she reassured, her steady hands holding his quivering ones. 'It's you and me against the world, remember?'
He couldn't help his quiver of a smile. 'As always, Marinette.'
~/~
hope this is something like what you were thinking of, Akari!
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