ROUND 2 PART 3

Twilight but, when Edward rips his shirt off in his 'skin of a killer' moment, he doesn't sparkle but instead reveals a massive chest tattoo of a snail with 'effervescent' in cursive underneath.

FMA EdWin week

Day 6: Promises

cliché.

fma fans we r so fuckinf back

detective Conan is about a guy hiding who he truly is to his friends and struggling with how he should act based on his perceived identity and yet I see almost no trans content about Shinichi and that kinda makes me sad

Everyone on this site loves puzzles now. Sudoku, picross, wordle, crosswords...

I had a visceral reaction to this thanks

sports wizards casually showing off their powers

LITTLE DETECTIVE CONAN DOODLE I DID BEFORE I GO TO WORK JDHFHHDJFH

long exposure picture of a plane taking off

they removed the gay from rainbow road

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

This one is pissing me off because there’s cheese in it. I’m not sure there’s a period of Chinese dynastic history wherein the type of dudes likely to be having rap battles would also have been familiar with hard cheese. There’d be political fucking implications to that. Fermented dairy products were often seen as uncivilized foods, and were associated in particular with northern “barbarian” cuisine (see: <lactose intolerance in Eurasia>), whereas competitive poetry was viewed as a civilized and scholarly pastime appropriate to civil servants and courtiers. Mentioning cheese in a verse which also references the heavens could be seen as an effort to legitimize the presence of these dangerous foreign elements within Chinese society, and, thus, as seditious. If dairy were to become a common theme in rap battles, it might be viewed as a dangerous sign of poor morale and defeatist thinking among the literati. “Emperor, we have got to move the capital to the south. The scholars are rapping about cheese. It’s all falling apart.”

Now this is a fucking post

Mikey's gotta reevaluate what he thinks spider mutants are supposed to look like

but what if diplomator :3

Y’all know how in writing successful stories, you have to understand your characters? Like you need a clear view of their motivations, personality, etc. And in Princess Tutu, Fakir repeatedly says he can’t seem to write a story about Mytho. For one, he’s paralyzed by the responsibility of the possible impacts writing has, especially with the chances of it becoming reality.

But also it could be considered that he doesn’t know Mytho well enough. He’s spent years at Mytho’s side, but that’s when Mytho’s an empty shell without his heart. The only thing about him is that he selflessly protects others, but that’s it. And when he started getting pieces of his heart back, he was soon corrupted.

But Fakir spends most of his time with Duck. They frequently spend time together, fight together, etc. He knows her. He’s able to connect with her thoughts and feelings. It’s him who’s able to comfort her when she sinks into the Lake of Despair because he understands her fears and doubts. And it’s Duck who he writes about. So in a way, his ability to write about her is a testament to how well he knows her.

Catfishes are my favorite fishes

[ID: A screenshot of a tweet from user omsdotcom. It reads: wtf is a landlord. There is no lord over the land but Allah. End tweet. There are 138,000 likes. End ID.]

So fun story about my roommate

so last semester, my new roommate, without consulting anyone else, put up these stupid wall stickers. and I had to live with em alllll year.

(ignore the tapestry, that's mine)

so, end of the school year starts coming up, we're gonna have to take the damn things down anyway. so I decide to have some fun with it.

on sunday, while roomie was away at work, I took the stickers off the wall and started cutting up the letters. and this was what she found when she came home.

this was just above the couch, the first thing you'd see upon walking in the door. and my favorite of all, in the corner where the couch met the wall:

the next day, while I was in class, she came home and saw it. and promptly began acting like I did not exist.

It was the greatest week I'd had since moving in.

but only a week. one day, I texted our collective roommate group chat that I was taking an online test, and that I'd need quiet for about 2 hours or so. and when I finished, I left my room to find bare walls where my art once was, and a ball of letters in the trash can.

so I fished it out. and left this.

but I wasn't done quite yet. I fished out a couple favorites and put them back up in my room (partly bc I had gotten a bit attached to nut,)

now, you might notice that "tit" has lost its "s". that s now serves a greater purpose:

forming the word "penis" that I hid on the wall behind the couch before I moved out.

suffice to say, that roommate hasn't talked to me since.

I'm sorry but it's literally impossible to ignore the tapestry

the cost of shampoo and conditioner while living with hatsune miku has been staggering, but i love her so she can drink as much as she wants

i understand you guys now. like i get it

I feel like this is even better when you know that the context is that they've just seem three spectral hags emerge from the fog to recite a prophecy of doom that mentions Captain Kirk by name.