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We are in a rough spot. Any help will be appreciated
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[video ID : a dark haired white man faces a mirror in his kitchen while recording and says “my husband is blind and this is how i hand him things.”
Grabbing a blue mug out of the open dishwasher, he touches the mug to the side of Man number Two’s hand, who is the blind husband. He says “I touch it to his hand so he feels it.” The second man then places the mug in the cupboard.
Transitioning to the kitchen island, Man Two asks Man One “Can you grab me a pen?” Man One grabs a sharpie out of the junk drawer. (Very neat for a junk drawer.) He hands the sharpie to man Two who smiles broadly. Again, it touches the side of his hand before the man grabs it.
Transitioning to the couch, where man two has wrapped himself in a gray blanket, Man Two asks where the remote is. Man One hands it to him through the previous method.
Transitioning to the door of their home, Man Two asks for Man One to grab his cane, and Man One hands him their broom instead. The broom makes contact with the side of the man’s hand before he grabs it himself, the same as everything else handed to him in the video. Man Two walks out the door, while Man One does a classic shushing face in a mirror, before coming back inside, having realized it is their broom. He is clearly amused and not upset. Their dog, which appears to be a golden retriever, wags their tail by the front door as Man Two holds the broom. The video ends on the credit screen, the video having been posted by user matthewandpaul. END Video ID.]
Looked thru the notes for a description myself but I didn’t find one, so I made one. Let me know how it could be improved!
My esa is having some major troubles. If anyone can donate I would appreciate it
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i’ve had this comic sketched out for months but only decided to finish it now, it’s based on something i drew a couple years back of toph and zuko….don’t think too hard on when or how this takes place because i don’t really know either! it’s just a concept i’ve always wanted to draw
Sooo... My boyfriend is writing a book and needs some help. He is writing a fantasyesc book, and is needing ideas on how disorders such as asthma, lupus, and any other disease would mutate if exposed to some sort of radiation.
I really feel this.
Or maybe...
Alright, hear me out
Behold, a sword
Hilt? ✅
Guard? ✅
Used for cutting? ✅
Infinitely long blade? ✅
I've been sore all day and finally got food and painkillers and I'm so relieved I feel manic.
God help my poor partner
I should blaze this post
So I just made a joke that "more women should poison their husbands" to my cool boss and then immediately found out that he got divorced because he was poisoned by his ex-wife
I'm apologizing profusely and he's like "oh it's fine it was funny" and then he offhandedly mentions that his next girlfriend tried to poison him also
Yeah this is going to break containment babe.
Your military experiment accidentally tears a portal open to Hell. However, instead of the demon hordes pouring through, you discover that they are frantically trying to close the portal from their side.
I found this on tiktok and I laughed so hard so I thought I’d share on here
It’s so chaotic I love it
just so you guys are all aware, the only reason gritty exists is allegedly because the NHL made a rule that every team HAD to have a mascot and were apparently assholes about it. so the fliers made him as a chaotic fuck you. hell the first tweet made on his official account was a “sleep with one eye open” threat towards another mascot for making fun of his design
are we not going to talk about how he launched an entire sheetcake into that man’s face, probably killing him?
He also collects crystals
I fucking love Gritty.
the best part about Gritty was when he was unveiled, the entirety of Philadelphia reacted with “wtf is this shit” until the rest of the world reacted with “wtf is this shit,” whereupon we lashed back with “FUCK ALL Y'ALL HE IS THE BEST FUCKING MASCOT EVER AND WE LOVE HIM WITH EVERY FIBER OF OUR BEING” because Philadelphia.
Sooo... My boyfriend is writing a book and needs some help. He is writing a fantasyesc book, and is needing ideas on how disorders such as asthma, lupus, and any other disease would mutate if exposed to some sort of radiation.
i just want an AU where the justice league figure out there is SOME sort of connection between Captain Marvel/Shazam and this one 10 year old and someone starts getting a little too close to the truth (or a particularly outrageous falsehood) for comfort so Shazam just kind of...
"oh yeah I'm actually Billy's imaginary friend."
"what."
"Yeah, the kid's lined up to be a super powerful wizard and all that someday, but in the meantime all that 'magical potential' has to go somewhere, or something, y'know?"
"wait. wait. oh my god. this is why you just disappear when you're off duty and batman hasn't been able to find your secret identity????"
"haha yeah for sure. no secret identity i totally just stop existing entirely. yup."
"doesn't that bother you?"
"no? why would it?"
Here is another Reddit comic from u/makmark or @moringmark called...
She's so proud of her.
They both hate Hunter.
Things the Fellowship has argued about
What name to call Aragorn
What name to call Gandalf
What to call their meals. Boromir thinks, if it is eaten at dinnertime, regardless of whether it is the first meal of the day or not, then it is dinner. Sam thinks it isn't proper to call the first meal of the day dinner. Aragorn suggests they combine the two words but now everyone is fighting over whether it should be called breakfast-dinnner or dinner-breakfast. The fight nearly becomes physical
Whether Legolas or Gimli is winning their daily argument with eachother
If hobbits are regular sized and everyone else is really big, or if everyone else is regular sized and hobbits are small
The same as above except with horses and ponies
If Gimli's beard is real or not. This one started as a joke between Merry and Pippin but then Legolas saw how mad it made Gimli and so continues to bring it up
Inter-hobbit fighting about whether it is called pot-ae-toes, pot-ah-toes, or taters
"Can Legolas really talk to trees, or is he just fucking with us?" Aragorn and Gandalf refuse to weigh in on this
Whether the Ent-draught caused Merry and Pippin to grow or if they just did that on their own. This fight is Pippin vs. Everyone Else
Whether the non-hobbits of the Fellowship would be Tooks, Brandybucks, or Bagginses. This argument is unintelligible to most of them, although Gandalf has the knowledge to be offended when Pippin suggests he would be a Took.
"What would happen if someone ate the ring?"
Fights over whether the elves, the dwarves, or the hobbits tell the story of the reclaiming of Erebor most accurately. Even though Gandalf was there, he just shrugs when anyone asks him
Which variety of pipeweed is the best kind. Merry threatened Gimli to a duel over this one
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No one can figure out what your superpower is. You don’t sleep. You never blink. Sometimes you teleport. It’s creepy. It’s also rather simple: Time stops when you’re not looking.
You lay on your side, a pulsing, inevitable pain above your belly button. Somewhere, beyond you, a siren wails. You’re not a hero. Not gifted in the way the special ones are. In your open palm, a struggling moth flops and flutters. It flickers, its incandescent glow fading.
You’re not a hero. You shouldn’t have stepped in. They had guns.
The pain is a crescendo. You close your eyes.
When you open them, you’re in bed. She’s there.
A memory, then. Maybe death is just living an eternity in a single moment. If so, you’d give anything for it to be this one.
You’re both on top of the covers, summer saturated breeze kissing bare skin. Cheekbones pressed against pillows, noses and hips aligned.
Midnight hair streams, liquid black, over the pillow between you. Her face is composed of thoughtful angles, made to be painted, sculpted, remembered. Her eyes are dark, like her hair, and they watch, as if waiting for you to disappear. It’s ridiculous, given that she’s the one prone to vanishing. Slipping so easily between your fingers. You cling to her now.
If the night is velvet dark, her voice is satin. You watch her lips. She breathes, teeth worrying her bottom lip, and tells you her secret:
When she stops looking, the world stops too.
At first, you laugh. An ugly sound – one you regret the moment it rises from your throat. You can’t help it. The idea is so…absurd. A solipsistic joke. People are born with gifts, true. But much like the glowing moths that sprout from your hands, most gifts are little things. Party tricks. A nightlight to stave off the dark. You’d always known her gift was special. Teleportation, maybe. Speed, perhaps. But this?
Her fingers press against yours. Her palm against your palm. Between them, fluttering wings. Luminous light.
The siren intrudes. But she’s still here. Those midnight eyes are still on you. Her nose brushes your nose. Her cheeks are wet, you realize. Teardrops roll from her face to yours. And hands you know better than your own are grasping your shoulders, pressing you up, cradling you against a warm chest.
“No. No, no, no. Please.”
“You came.” It’s all you can say. It’s all that matters.
Her voice is thin, the bleak space between stars. “I squeezed my eyes closed as soon as I got the call. Navigated the city by touch. Crawled blind until I found you.”
“You must be exhausted, love,” you say, and god you’re tired.
“I’m okay. I am. Just hold on. I’ll - I’ll carry you out of here. I’ll close my eyes and I’ll-”
Her hand is bloody when you grasp it, and you don’t know if it’s your blood or hers. You squeeze, and leave a tiny glowing moth on the pad of her palm. Your chest is tight, and your tongue tastes iron.
“No,” you sigh. “This is good. This is enough.”
Something like a sob crawls from her throat. Then, arms wrap around you, and she squeezes and stills, like a statue settling into place. Near to your ear, she whispers, “Do you believe there exists beings in our universe with gifts greater than our own?”
“Aliens?” you manage in a mumble.
You feel her shrug. “Aliens. Gods.” Lips press against the side of your forehead. “How long do you suppose I’d have to wait for a being with healing touch to stumble upon our frozen world?”
You’re drifting.
Years? Centuries? Forever? You don’t think you’ve spoken aloud, but her chin bumps against the crown of your head, and she pulls you with her as she leans back, settling against a wall.
“Then sleep, my love.”
Nearby, moth wings stop mid-flutter and go perfectly still.
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