but i really really love this something

… okay so i definitely was going to animate dre under the lovely @cursetale‘s blessing and… then i couldn’t get Dreby outta my head so here we are

i’m totally working on Dre but man i just could not resist that face and those bunny ears are you kidding me

from this gorgeous chain from last week or so between cursetale and the also-fantastic @blesstale because just… hell yes. hell goddamn yes.

  • Yoosung: *displays clingy, jealous, and possessive behavior from a place of insecurity and a depressive mindset*
  • Me: 😩🙅💔👎🚫
  • Ray: *displays clingy, jealous, and possessive behavior from a place of insecurity and a depressive mindset*
  • Me: 😍💯💓👌💋

Another day, another armageddon prophecy. That’s all anyone talks about these days. Eclipse this, hurricanes that, heavenly bodies shaken yada yada. 

Remember when the end of the world was exciting and not just background noise? I miss the Hadron Collider. That’s what I call an apocalypse!

Fourteen years ago, I arrived in London to work for an antiques dealer. The city fascinated me, its history hanging in the air like a salty tang. My days were spent amongst eighteenth-century objects, from milk jugs to gold boxes. Who had made them? Where did they live? What were their lives like? In looking for answers, I found tales of men, women, children, wealth, crime, poverty, the erotic, the exotic and the quiet desperation of the mundane.

Monarchs, politicians and aristocrats grab the historical limelight but the ordinary people were my quarry: the Londoners who rode the dawn coach to work, opened shops bleary-eyed and hung-over, fell in love, had risky sex, realised the children had head-lice again, paid parking fines, cashed in winning lottery tickets, fought for good causes and committed terrible crimes. Behind their stories, I saw modern London emerge between the Restoration of Charles II and the arrival of Queen Victoria on the throne. One Sunday, in the summer of 2009, I stood on the steps of St. Paul’s Cathedral and listened as the bells called to worshippers and tourists alike. People loitered chatting, or climbed the steps and went inside. I imagined this clamour was almost exactly the same as it had been three centuries ago. I recorded it on my telephone and walked home.

For years, I dragged my husband to churchyards, houses, demolition sites, public monuments and hidden memorials, telling him the stories of people long dead: cabinetmakers, slaves, domestic servants, weavers, chimney sweeps and prostitutes. Back at home, I played him the recording of my precious moment of shared experience with the Londoners of the past. His dry recommendation was to start blogging about the tales I had accumulated and what I believed about Georgian London (perhaps hoping to deflect my endless enthusiasm on to the miasma of the World Wide Web). The blog gained instant traction as it explored relationships, crime, literature, disability, personal hygiene, jobs, sexuality, charity, sport and shopping. This book has sprung from its loins, a tribute to the people of the eighteenth-century city and testimony to the eternal feeling that if I could just run fast enough through London’s endless archives, I will catch them, grasp them by their coat-tails and make them tell me everything about being a Georgian Londoner.

The preface of ‘Georgian London: Into the Streets’ by Lucy Inglis.

wake up world a whole chae hyungwon exists 

I finally watched DNA and I’m kind of dead. And I’m kinda bummed that no one ever requests for BTS. They’re literally so amazing and so fun to write for.

I just realized

Ya’ll know like nothing about me??? I’m just some shadowy figure that comes out to shitpost and once in a while actually work on a request. It’s so weird to think about lol

If you have any questions about me feel free to ask them, I’ll answer as long as I feel they’re not too invasive ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Just to make that shadowy figure cackling in the corner a little less shadowy

What really sucks about the way Joss Whedon writes is that he sort of has this idea that if he writes about women being strong and confident, that is all it takes for women to appreciate his work. Like, even if the villain constantly belittles a woman for being a woman and people are constantly harassing her and sexualizing her, it’s okay because she’s strong and she can take it.

The biggest difference between Whedon’s version of Wonder Woman and Jenkins is that in Whedon’s version Wonder Woman is A Woman. She (and the audience) must be constantly aware that she is a Woman, that she is Sexy, that she is overcoming incredible odds because she has the terrible disadvantage of Being Born A Woman.

Whereas in Jenkins’ film Diana simply exists. There are some points made by other characters about her being a woman, like when Steve won’t sleep with her because he feels it’s improper, or when his secretary says, “Oh yes, put specs on her, like after that she won’t be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen”, but Diana is almost completely unaware of her status as a Dreaded Woman. Her excitement over a baby? She’s literally never seen one before. Her little makeover seen? Spends the whole thing looking for something comfortable she can fight in. She basically never mentions the difference between men and women, never even says that women are better or whatever because she was raised by them. 

Joss Whedon would have never let Wonder Woman forget she was a Woman. She would have constantly been making comments about it, wether positive or negative, as would everyone around her. In Whedon’s heyday that might have flown a lot better, but now women seem to be a little sick of grrrrl power. They just want power. They just want to exist, both on screen and in life, without constant reminders that they are Women and that they must pay for that at every turn.

hello my name is tony stark and today i’ll be using my anxiety to design a suit made to withstand every possible worst-case-scenario i can come up with


Stydia AU: MIT and George Washington finally shuts down classes for Spring Break. After nearly a month of not seeing Lydia, Stiles wants to photograph every moment. 


“It’s pathetic to lose against a single child.”
Todoroki Shouto for @miyukei; happy birthday to the lovely Dan ♡

Twin Peaks fandom: gosh golly sure can’t wait to see my favorite zany FBI agent drink coffee and fistfight his shadow self tonight!

David Lynch, vibrating out of a giant motor oil filled saxophone:  gh-hhhhhOOh h҉̴̮̳̬̣͖̫ḩ͏̲͎̲͚͙̜͈̪ḩ̸̷̵͏̹̘̖͕̜̱̻̞̫̖̫ hHHHhʰʰʰʰʰʰʰhhOrse ǝ҉̞̠̘̪̮̦̠̬̤̹̣͖͕̕͠ᵉᵉᵉ