saved this in my drafts for weeks

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Superman/Batman: Public Enemies
Superman/Batman
(2003-2011) #3

Mister President, let’s begin with the obvious. You’ve offered, and I quote, ‘a one billion dollar reward for the individual or individuals who bring Superman to the Federal authorities here in Washington.’ Given the precarious nature of the world, don’t you think that’s a little extreme?

“Lois, first off, let me tell you how nice it is to see you out from that musty old desk at the Daily Planet—“

“—You didn’t answer my question.”

*long sigh* Okay, well, I think now is as good of a time as any that we talk a little bit about my process when it comes to making these reviews. I’ve developed this format over – gosh, I guess it’s been about six years since I started these now – and it’s not a terribly unique way of doing it, but what I do is treat my reviews like partial liveblogs and partial analyses. 

I’ll read through a comic, usually online through comiXology, and I’ll take the screenshots I want – sometimes that takes a little more planning than usual because multiple stories will be shown simultaneously. In this case, I had to cut the press conference here out from the pages through the majority of the book to make a point. 

But I also don’t immediately write up my reviews. I save them with small notes in my drafts for this blog, a couple hundred posts at a time usually. with maybe nothing more than a joke that I felt at the time, or a loose idea of how I will delve deeper later. Then, when I have the time, usually about once a week, I’ll come back to my drafts and go all the way to the oldest ones, and type up whatever it was I wanted to say in full. 

This  has been my method for literally years. And I mean years now.

So about two weeks ago when I first read through Superman/Batman #3 and got these clips together for a review, we… strangely enough, lived in a very… very different world. One where it was absurd to believe that a President Lex Luthor would publicly, on live television, try to rationalize his administration’s support of super villains. 

And I had my notes for this post literally say “Trump Joke” because I thought I would be witty and clever. 

And now it’s just… really sad. I think we’ve all grown sadder as a world together. 

There is literally nothing about the President Lex storyline from the early 2000s now that doesn’t seem horrifically possible in reality. 

I shit you not, Trump can come out in a giant mechanized purple and green super suit and laugh maniacally while shooting himself up with some glowing green drugs and I guarantee you none of us would bat an eye anymore. This is where we all are now. 

But. Laughter is the best medicine so:

At least Lex fixed his hair better than Trump before a press conference. 

Now we’re done. Everyone move on. Watch an eclipse if that’s still relevant when you’re reading this. 

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             so your local chameleon is at it again &&  after weeks of drowning at work, finally did some morphin’  and took some style advice from the sun !!    so happy munday y’all,  with confirmation, that on the dark side we have cookies. xoxo,  your friendly neighborhood spider-kid

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

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Shit! Damn it! We save Ferelden, and they’re angry! We save Orlais, and they’re angry! We close the breach twice, and my own hand wants to kill me! Could one thing in this fucking world just stay fixed?! DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION, ADVISERS  

andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))

  • having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this 
  • with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
  • andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
  • after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
  • they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
  • the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
  • this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
  • they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
  • theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
  • neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
  • neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
  • and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
  • they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
  • ((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
  • and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
  • until the end of forever

i have a three-chapter test on thursday and friday for ap hug and i haven’t really read the textbook until today…my teachers are all cramming tests into this week since grades are due ://

a word of advice: don’t try to cram three chapters. start reading them like 2-3 weeks in advance even if you think it’s too early. you never know what’ll happen the week of the test!

okay so i originally made this post a few days ago and then saved it as a draft, and now i remembered to post it so yeah..the test is over, i managed to get an A on the essay portion (praise the lord), and we’ll see what i get on the multiple choice in a few days!

Productive Procrastination Call Out Post for Witches

Designing and re-designing an altar and never building it

Building an altar but always renovating it so that it is never in a usable state

Researching and researching, but never applying the research

Asking about and interpreting the same signs over and over “to get a better understanding” but never acting on the message

Taking time to make sure even the unnecessary details are perfect, even if it means delaying the spell, constant changes so that you’re never ready to cast

“I can’t do magic until I have my own ____.”

“Is the room cleansed enough? Is it REALLY?”

“I need the results now, but the BEST time to cast is in two weeks on this day at this hour, but I’m busy then so the NEXT BEST time is in five months when all the relevant planetary alignments are the same…”

“I need this exact niche item from a store that’s only open one day a week and is two hours away”

Writing witchy posts like this one and saving them in the drafts to never be published

"VEXATION” - Park Chanyeol

Content:  ±8000 hardcore graphic smut of spankings, rough sex, over-stimulation, heavy language warning, etc ++daddy!pcy

When weren’t exactly asking for punishment…. or did you?


It’s been what? Two weeks? A month? Or has it been over a year?

You swap pictures of your selfies with Chanyeol on your phone and you look up the date.

The last picture you took with him was eight weeks ago.

Keep reading

Manon sketch 🙆🙆🙆

ONE WEEK TERM BREAK. YAS. FOR ONCE I CAN DO THE THINGS I WANT ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Year 10 is one heck of a rollercoaster ride. Add maths got me shook. Physics… Dear lord, save me. Chem is surprisingly enjoyable. Bio – let’s not talk about that. ENGLISH LITERATURE. WTF SHAKESPEARE. WHY. OML. ㅠ.ㅠ

On the bright side, my teachers are fantastic and really really understanding. 👍👍👍 AND AND EVERY DAY IS A DAY CLOSER TO ACOWAR. WEEHEEEE!!

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I really do hope I will be able to finish this piece by the end of next week.

How Dan and Phil will use tumblr in the future | 17.08.17
  • Phil: Something I wanted to talk about, which I'm just going to randomly bring up.
  • Dan: Do it.
  • Phil: I want to change the way I use my tumblr a little bit. Because with tumblr I used to use it for a little reblogging, posting my videos but then like choosing aesthetic pictures of a dog or a cute animal or a lake. I'm kind of done with the whole lake, cute animal vibe of Tumblr right now.
  • Dan: Well, I mean what is tumblr supposed to be? It's just a blog website.
  • Phil: It's just your blog. Yeah, I mean I used -
  • Dan: Then it became this whole like reblog things that reflect your aesthetic slash who you are.
  • Phil: I kind of want to like, showcase more art that you guys do. I like a lot of it but I'd like to start reblogging it. So I'm still going to post my videos on tumblr and stuff but I'm also going to start reblogging lots of art. So, if you've done some art of me or you've done some art of me and Dan, just tag it as AmazingPhil and I'll see it and then I might reblog it. I'm not saying I'll reblog everything I see, I'm just going to reblog a few. I'll like some more as well. But I'll be doing some more of that and trying to boost some of you artists. Because then I feel like I'll use the website more.
  • Someone in chat: That's awesome.
  • Someone else in chat: Cool but I'm not good at art.
  • Phil: That's fine. You can still tweet me and we can have a chat and then you can enjoy them as well and get to look at some other people's art.
  • Dan: I like a lot, so if you go to whatever the hell the url for my tumblr likes is, then you can see all the... stuff.
  • Phil: So you're still cool with your tumblr though, you like reblog...
  • Dan: Yeah, like once a month I curate. It just so much pressure. Like it has to be... like I save drafts for weeks and then go through and just turn it into one lot of queue that's like fifteen posts because it just has to be...
  • Phil: To be perfect.
  • Dan: Exactly what it's supposed to be, which is kind of pointless when my theme is so trash. But where do you even begin? I don't even know to change... Like I, honestly, you know how you go to customise and there'e the html and I'm just like... I don't want to touch this!
  • Phil: You don't want to mess it up.
  • Dan: Like they say don't fix what's broke. My theme is already broke but like, don't broke even more what's already kind of broke, you know what I mean?
  • Phil: Did you just even say a sentence? I don't know but yeah, so if you want to follow me on tumblr to find out what's going on, it's just amazingphil.tumblr.com and you can see me reblogging some stuff.
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Despite only having memories of her father, Morgan instantly took to Lucina and was dubbed “momma’s girl” by the Shepherds. If Lucina was seen around the camp or town, there was a definite chance Morgan was glued to her side.