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Saw someone say they think the person in the foreground of this shot is Steve and if it is it makes the poses and expressions on Sam + Bucky's faces so much funnier.

vendal-construct

We Do Not Like The Concrete Tomb.

vendal-construct

This is our most popular post and we've seen more than one person tag it as "unreality." We understand why one might think that but we assure you: it was not.

These facilities chew you up. They suck the life from you and grind your body to dust to extract every ounce of profit they can.

These places destroy the body, the mind, and the soul.

vendal-construct

We Do Not Like The Concrete Tomb.

vendal-construct

This is our most popular post and we've seen more than one person tag it as "unreality." We understand why one might think that but we assure you: it was not.

These facilities chew you up. They suck the life from you and grind your body to dust to extract every ounce of profit they can.

These places destroy the body, the mind, and the soul.

urie

stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household

queer-reader-07

wildflowerdraught

In retrospect, it's hilarious that Stratt made everybody on the vat speak English in deference to Grace being monolingual

Because with how quickly Grace was able to pick up Eridian, even with literally NOTHING about it being familiar the way a human language would be, they probably could have chosen Mandarin as the universal language on Stratt's Vat and he would have just. Learned it.

otterloreart

ok then why didnt you

otterloreart

In honor of this post getting way too many notes i made this

Shes dedicated to all the people who missed the point

otterloreart

some people really aren't getting it so i need to clear something up, let me hold your hand through this

^^^THE SAME COMIC. THESE ARE ALL THE SAME.

wildflowerdraught

In retrospect, it's hilarious that Stratt made everybody on the vat speak English in deference to Grace being monolingual

Because with how quickly Grace was able to pick up Eridian, even with literally NOTHING about it being familiar the way a human language would be, they probably could have chosen Mandarin as the universal language on Stratt's Vat and he would have just. Learned it.

siderealscribblings

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not).

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human.

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it?

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do.

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god.

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you.

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given.

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy.

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground.

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

rimonoroni

“oh but Superman is such a boring c-“ shut up shut up shut up forever.

jackhawksmoor

One of the keys to Bruce and Clark’s friendship is Bruce going ‘powers shmowers you think your godlike strength makes you infallible and above people? You’re just some dude in a cape. Who’s an idiot.’

Clark: Oh thank God. This guy gets it.

Bruce *expecting arrogance*: wait what

Clark: yesterday I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment in my underwear trying to get the mail and I forgot I could just break the door open. I stood there for an hour waiting for the locksmith to open before I remembered.

Bruce:….

Clark: I’M AN IDIOT OK, I’m just a guy, I have no idea what I’m doing

Bruce: I hate how endearing this is. Stop making me like you

Clark: if I get my mom to make you lemon squares will you teach me how to pick a lock

Bruce: I SAID STOP

siderealscribblings

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not).

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human.

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it?

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do.

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god.

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you.

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given.

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy.

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground.

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

rimonoroni

“oh but Superman is such a boring c-“ shut up shut up shut up forever.

jackhawksmoor

One of the keys to Bruce and Clark’s friendship is Bruce going ‘powers shmowers you think your godlike strength makes you infallible and above people? You’re just some dude in a cape. Who’s an idiot.’

Clark: Oh thank God. This guy gets it.

Bruce *expecting arrogance*: wait what

Clark: yesterday I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment in my underwear trying to get the mail and I forgot I could just break the door open. I stood there for an hour waiting for the locksmith to open before I remembered.

Bruce:….

Clark: I’M AN IDIOT OK, I’m just a guy, I have no idea what I’m doing

Bruce: I hate how endearing this is. Stop making me like you

Clark: if I get my mom to make you lemon squares will you teach me how to pick a lock

Bruce: I SAID STOP

bulkhummus

Wait is jerking it to fanfic like? Widely accepted?

critically acclaimed even

carmen-berzattos

Do you write music with the view of being politically active and delivering a message or does it just happen and the rest follows?

micah-hacim

cheruib

the show (going out to get groceries. making myself a nice dinner. showering and opening the windows. being kind to myself in everything i do) Must go on

phoenixystix

Percy moments in PJO that I absolutely know gave Annabeth heart eyes:

Bribing Charon to get to the Underworld

Solving and announcing that the Grey Sister’s numbers are sailing coordinates to the Golden Fleece

Solving Clarisse’s prophecy

Interrupting Olympians to vouch for Bessie

Challenging Briares to rock paper scissors

Stealing motorcycle in TLO

krasnoarmeyets-deactivated191907

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

screampotato

Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).

When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".

When the boat is still being built, your say "it".

When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".

When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".

When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.

If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").

If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")

If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").

If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.

If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.

I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.