I had to reblog this even before I made it halfway through.
omG GOD BLESS
Truly, too epic for words
Fucking amazing
That end, brutal ultrakill on Bowser.
That was amazing!
That is just yes
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I had to reblog this even before I made it halfway through.
omG GOD BLESS
Truly, too epic for words
Fucking amazing
That end, brutal ultrakill on Bowser.
That was amazing!
That is just yes
I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Don’t do this to me
my brother in christ you made the post
TMNT: Empire City VR (2026) has no business being as funny as it is.
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OH MY GOD, this fucking anime is breaking me
“When someone’s father dies, they tend to cry”
Fuuuuuuuuuck
I had to replay that part between Atsushi and Dazai three times. I am hurting so badly for Atsushi.
Atsushi, who suffered so much at the hands of his headmaster, but like Dazai said the suffering raised him right. And why is it that such suffering often does translate into people wanting to be better, wanting to be worth something, wanting to protect? It’s true in real life too. I love that Dazai tells Atsushi he doesn’t have to forgive for all that he has suffered. I think the feeling that Atsushi felt in that moment genuinely was grief. But not the kind of grief that is rooted in love as so many people say. Grief in the way of relief, I think, might be the best way to put it, but even then I’m not sure that’s quite accurate. Either way, heartbreaking all around.
And it’s not just Atsushi who suffered, Kyouka suffered plenty because of her ability. But it’s like Lucy says to Atsushi, Kyouka’s ability is the embodiment of her parents’ love for her. It was never her fault. And I think this makes for an interesting contrast between her and Atsushi based on who they once were and who they are now. The deeper we go, the more I’m realizing that Atsushi suffered in the darkness too, like Kyouka. It sounds silly maybe, but the whole concept of being shown the light feels a bit like a chain reaction… Odasaku was Dazai’s light, Dazai was Atsushi’s, and Atsushi is Kyouka’s… I think I’m reading into it right.
For every bit of comedic relief that exists in BSD, it is completely overrun by the struggles and immense grief that the characters experience. They really are just a bunch of super talented people (mostly kids) who are suffering. I think that’s what makes them so relatable and so lovable in the end even if they are morally grey through and through.
MY FUCKING CAR
The process of carefully layering and then cleanly unmolding a rainbow jelly cake
is this anything
i hope everything works out in the end because i am so so scared
i hope everything
works out in the end because
i am so so scared
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
I need my weird alone time or I will explode
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the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice
insane like/reblog parity on this post btw
“Whenever this appears on your dash, we at Aperture request that you like AND reblog to preserve the insane like/reblog parity. For science.”
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
when i wrote this post, i didn't expect very many people to read it. i figured it wasn't the kind of thing people liked to read and reblog, but it was late at night, and i was remembering this person, and i was crying, and i had to write it out. so i did.
to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.
happy pride, family.
The recent hot VS cold polls have made me realise that a lot of people have no idea how to cool down.
As someone from a hot country that's regularly on fire, here's some tips:
WATER IS YOUR FRIEND! WATER! IS! YOUR! FRIEND! You can transfer SO much heat into this bad boy! You cannot cool down without water!
Wrists under the cold tap. Splash your face and the back of your neck. Fan yourself.
In some countries you can buy a little handeld fan with a water sprayer.
Damp tea towel around the neck. Stick an ice pack in there on hotter days.
Half fill a water bottle with water, stick in freezer. If you use a bottle with a straw, make sure it's lying on its side with the straw side up and out of the water. When frozen top up the rest of the way with tap water and off you go.
Desperate to cool off? Wet T-shirt. Sit in front of a fan. This will nuke it, just don't get hypothermia and don't fall asleep like this.
Cold showers are also your friend in summer. Some people get psyched up by these. Personally, I sleep like a baby, so I'm good to have them before bed. Just keep in mind that it takes a bit of time for the cool to circulate, so your body will tell you that you're colder than you actually are. I find that when I have cold showers I need to step out of the spray when I think I'm cold... I'll just wait, and thirty seconds later the temperature has evened out and I actually need to step under again. Rinse and repeat until you maintain coolness even after stepping out for a bit.
If you can't do cold showers, turn the cold shower on anyway and just stick your arms under. When they're cold, lift your arms up above your head. The sensation of cool blood draining into your body is fucking weird and kinda unpleasant but less unpleasant than being hot.
Feet in a tub of water with ice. Blood naturally flows to your extremities when hot, so take advantage of this. If you don't have a tub of ice water, sticking a wet rag on your feet in front of the fan works too, it's the less powerful version of the wet T-shirt.
Drinks lots of water but make sure that water has electrolytes as well. Stay in the shade.
Keep air circulating. Fans don't actually cool rooms down, they just help transfer heat from your body to the moisture on your skin or the air via evaporative cooling.
Block north facing windows early in the morning so the sun doesn't get in. If you're in the northern hemisphere, this is opposite for you. Keep in mind that if your home is brick, the bricks will still heat up and slowly release heat into your home even after the sun goes down so this will only do so much.
If it's hotter inside than outside, close all your windows but two, making sure they're on opposite sides of the house/unit you're in. Point a fan out of one window, making sure that the doors between the rooms with the open windows are all open. This will help create a mini pressure system in your home, pulling cooler air in and pushing the hotter air out via the fan. Bonus points if you can get that fan high up where the hot air rises; even within a single room the top is much hotter than the air by the floor. Adjust the amount of open windows based on how many fans you have, but generally you want more windows with fans open than windows without fans to keep the pressure correct.
Obviously, use your common sense for these. Not everything WILL work for you, just use the stuff that does and adjust what needs to be adjusted. Some of these will be impossible to use in the workplace but others you can still use. Others are best used at home. If humidity impacts your ability to use any of these, get a dehumidifier if that's an option, or use more ice instead of evaporation.
Also keep in mind that the skinnier you are, the faster these will work. More fat means more insulation, means more heat, so you may need to be more patient with some of these or use them in combination.
Bringing this back for my dying mutuals