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Hi! I’m Void (25, they/them)!
This started as a fandom blog and has slowly transitioned into an everything blog. Though in particular, I’m very into comics, supernatural, kylux, zines, and embroidery.
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new uterine lining just dropped
A three-circle venn-diagram where the circles are "sex workers", "the furry community", and "people working in morgues". I don't know what the overlap parts are.
Fourth circle needed: IT workers
Whenever they gave us one of those "read through ALL the instructions before you begin!" trick assignments in school where the steps lead you on an increasingly ridiculous goose chase until the final one tells you to just put your name on the paper and turn it in without doing anything else, I was always like, "Okay, but what's the point? Surely the REAL world won't be anything like this." And then I grew up and discovered that not only is the real world often exactly like that, some people won't even read the first line of the instructions even if they make perfect sense. And these people are called "co-workers"
too tired to make the whole post but. theres an au in my head where john is the one to break into sam's house and take him back into the hunting world to look for dean, who's on a hunting trip and hasnt been home in a few days. they yell at each other and almost physically fight countless times and sam hates him SO much, but he stays, he has to stay, he has to do this for his brother. its only at the end of season 1 that we learn dean actually died right before the pilot, and john's been pretending he didn't know so he could keep an eye on sam without him running away. their biggest argument happens when sam finds out, and when he's finally about to leave, john makes a deal with azazel to resurrect dean.
season 2 then starts with a sam that has to process all of this, explain to his freshly back from the dead brother everything that happened the last year and, finally, ask HIM. "what happened one year ago ?"
@pinkfloydguy what the fuck
my dad is very intensely involved a battle with his city’s public administration over a playground they have tried to forcibly remove like five times in the past 20 years and DID remove once in like 2005 but then had to rebuild because my dad was such a pain in their asses and came through with undeniable receipts of the zoning plan from the 60s/the historic/cultural value of the urban planning…. like there’s a woman in the city office who is his arch nemesis. he is literally the daredevil of urban planning
everyone in the tags needs to stop saying they want to fuck my dad.
Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did
You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette
I just think that Rocky is the most feral possessive bitch to ever exist when it comes to Grace. Sorry, if you don’t fix my space horse I’m NOT giving you any of the bacteria we almost died to get- oh hello mate Adrian, yes yes, Rocky DOES think this is perfectly rational, why do you ask? No, Rocky ran out of his Eridian Lexapro like four years ago this is now a hostage negotiation-
If you become friends with someone they might offer you shelter or sources of protein
does anyone else feel completely incapable of consistently functioning like a normal human person or is it just me and that guy from car seat headrest
”all language is approximation” believers when my autistic ass finally weaves together the exact right linguistic phrase that conveys pure information and shatters qualia as we know it
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 17 (masterpost here)
*Alfred walking into the dining room to see Jason hunched over a laptop with Dick and Tim crowded around his shoulders*
Dick, pointing at the screen: ok, ok- that one's mine, follow that one. and then Tim; you need to follow everybody but Bruce.
Tim: *tapping at his phone*
Jason: Tim, what's your handle?
Tim: *still tapping* hm? oh- just 'real tim drake' with capitalisation on all the words.
Dick: what are you doing?
Tim: i have access to the WE twitter account, so i'm gonna follow Jason from it to see if i can fast-track his checkmark.
Alfred, narrowing his eyes at them: what are you three doing?
Jason, grinning brightly at him: oh, hey Alfie! we're just setting up my social media, that's all.
Alfred:
Alfred: didn't your father specifically warn you not to attempt to put Master Jason on public social media so soon after his reintroduction to the public?
Dick, without blinking: yup.
Tim: we're gonna have Jason start a public war with B through the WE account.
Dick, looking back at the laptop: are you tweeting already?
Jason: yeah. 'they tried to silence me for speaking the truth when i was a child, and i made it back just fine. i'm not gonna give up on spreading awareness now; you all deserve to know the truth.' just to get everybody interested.
Tim: what are you even gonna say? i'll re-tweet it from my account and the WE one.
Jason: i dunno, the whole point is just to spread chaos and make B look bad, right?
Dick: maybe just something weird to start off with; get everybody's attention.
Jason, lighting up: ohmygod i have it-!
*keyboard tapping*
Tim, reading out from the screen: 'Bruce had to send me out the country to silence me because when i was fourteen i walked in on him and Lex Luthor naked while Bruce licked the top of Lexes bald head'.
Dick: JASO- *falls to the floor, wheezing*
Tim, desperately trying to hold back laughter: oh my god,
Alfred: *starting to get concerned*
Jason: this way i can piss off Bruce and get Lex Luthor involved. genius, right?
Dick: *crying*
Tim: WAIT OH MY GOD--i have to respond from the WE account pretending to be Bruce.
Jason, clapping: YES,
Tim: i'm gonna say something like 'i just let you back into the country, why are you doing this to me?'
Jason, cackling: YES. man, i love being alive again,
Alfred, flatly: boys, i don't think this is a very good- *resigned* oh who am i kidding, you aren't my legal responsibility,
Alfred: tea, anybody?
Dick, from the floor: i'm gonna tweet that i'm so proud of my little brother for outliving his NDA requirements and then @ you.
Alfred:
Alfred: *heavy sigh*
tom nook is NOT a landlord!!! he is a construction worker! he SELLS you a WHOLE HOUSE! He is not CHARGING YOU however many bells a month to live there! You PURCHASE a HOME that he BUILDS FOR YOU and then you PAY HIM FOR HIS SERVICE. He charges no interest he sets no time limit it is a relationship built on trust. the only penalty you get for not paying off your home is that he won't build more home until you pay him for the first one. A guy that builds you a house wherever you want him to and then charges you for the cost of construction is not a landlord you own the fucking home
He is, however, in the mafia
now, i do enjoy the "grace breaks his glasses and is despondent because it's his only pair" head canons because i love drama and misery, but also this is NASA. They sent him up there with like ten extra pairs because a) it's NASA and b) everyone fucking saw how Grace treated his glasses. The original redundancy plan probably called for like 5 pairs but then Stratt took one look at that and was "absolutely not, he's a fucking menace double that immediately"
this year’s prom theme is… *opens envelope* Great Lakes Invasive Species And What Boaters Can Do To Stop Them
And the subject of tonight’s ecology panel is *turns on powerpoint* Enchantment Under the Sea
A friend, recently: I have more chocolate than god, right now.
Me: so ... you have a lot of chocolate? Or, like ... do you just not have a lot of god?
Friend: I have a modest amount of chocolate and precisely zero god.
I got into the party by fronting that I had more money than god.
The security was no joke. They had anti-duplicity wards on the doors (and windows) and had even sprung for the summoning of avarice demons to vet the guests.
The wards were the easy bit to bypass. You just have to find a version of what you're saying that’s true, then fix that iteration of reality firmly in your mind. You've got to really live in the world where it's true.
So when I said “I have more money than god”, what I meant was: I may be flat broke, but I have *even less* god.
The avarice demons are harder to fool. I had to invent a whole new cryptocurrency on the fly to spoof their plutolocation. Thankfully ‘manacoin’ relies on your personal magic reserves, not data centres, so I didn't have to feel bad about climate change.
There was a lot of wealth in the party. The average magician was loaded with high-end enchanted gems and rare esoterica.
If I'd been content to pick a few pockets, I could have fixed my ‘broke as hell’ problem in short order.
(It's quite funny we say ‘more money than god' and ‘broke as hell’, right? You'd expect it to be the other way round, as gods aren't often concerned with wealth and demons will insist on being paid.)
Sadly, I wasn't here to solve the ‘no money’ side of my problems.
No. I was here to heist *some god*.
