Love how the last names of Daredevil characters are their professions
For example:
Karen Page - Page - Journalist
Foggy Nelson - Nelson - Irish
Matt Murdock - Murdock - Irish
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Love how the last names of Daredevil characters are their professions
For example:
Karen Page - Page - Journalist
Foggy Nelson - Nelson - Irish
Matt Murdock - Murdock - Irish
Where exactly do women buy clothes these days?
Everything feels croppy or overly sexualized or it just has a shitty fit that isn't made for anyone with a functional body.
And it seems to have only gotten worse with the push towards fast-fashion and places like Shien and Wish gettong more popular.
I want to look like a comfy, chaotic academic. I want to have a snatched waist as I pace back and forth like a lunatic while discussing philosophy.
Where do y'all shop?
I've just learned in real time what it means for humans to be pursuit predators.
Went for a walk. There was this big buff guy jogging who passed me.
Didn't think much of it and kept walking.
20 minutes later, I see him sitting on a bench on his phone and I'm still walking.
I am peak human evolution.
Had a dream where Plague Inc got an update and North Sentinel Island became a requirement in killing 100% of the planet and it just proceeded to ragebait every single player, because it was physically impossible to infect North Sentinel due to the bans on travel.
Unlike Greenland, which is physically possible, but difficult due to the early implementation of travel bans, North Sentinel was physically incapable of recieving travel under any circumstance.
Then there were various strategies and speedruns of people attempting to infect it but it literally never happened
I'm sorry to report that Robert Holmes might be one of the funniest people to write for Doctor Who
Robert Holmes would've LOVED the American Revolution
Accidentally intelectualized too hard and now I'm having an identity crisis
Having thick/curly hair is WILD because what do you MEAN I just fished a dreadlock the size of my forearm, comprised entirely of keratin proteins that I made, from my shower drain?
I don't understand how I've fallen victim to the freshman 15. I'm literally living on one meal per day, walking EVERYWHERE, and bouncing between dance and acting classes. WHAT.
reblog it now cause im deleting it in a week
Wait, lemme riff on this.
Lin also wrote In The Heights, and one of the songs, "When You're Home" talks about subway maps, and the main character thinking that the Bronx was a magical place in the sky (akin to heaven) because it was uptown; that she was on top of the world (being in Washington Heights).
So it's fully feasible for Lin to have intended the double meaning
I don't remember Gabriel showing up, but I'm getting worried.
I think I've reached this weird personal impasse in being "the mature, responsible one"
I'm 18 and all my friends are mid-20's/early 30's.
It's a weirdly healing experience because I finally get to be "the young one". But also like... I'm going to a baby shower on Friday.
One of my college classes is TAUGHT by my friend
Apparently once you push through the gifted kid burnout, you get a bunch of 30-year old friends. And like... they don't do the thing adults have done my whole life where they act like my opinions are irrelevant because of my age.
They are actually, straight-up friends.
This is so weird.
AU where Alexander Hamilton won the Presidency in spite of the Reynolds Pamphlet and was promptly assassinated (because like... he WOULD be) and instead of an entire musical in his name, he gets a song in Assassins.
Okay, so when people say something is "1 to 1", logically I KNOW it means a perfect replica or ratio, but my nerd brain always hears it as "1:2:1".
Am I the ghost of Gregor Mendel? The world may never know.
I CAN NEVER HAVE AN ORIGINAL EXPERIENCE
WHAT.
The flavor of ADHD I have:
Me: Alright, it's late at night. I should get some schoolwork done.
*opens phone because 2 factor auth is a thing*
*sees work scheduling app opened*
Me: Oh crap, I still have to get teams coordinated for work. Let's find the mass-doc with all the contact info so I can reach out.
*clicks the wrong doc, opens the on-boarding doc*
Me: Oh, I still need to reach out to the new people on our team
*spends 20 minutes sorting out trainings and messaging newly inaugurated folks*
*opens phone again because boredom. Sees scheduling app from before*
Me: Oh, right. That.
*Opens PROPER doc this time, shoots out a few texts to scheduled folks*
Me: It's 11:44. I don't want to wake anyone up, and it looks unprofessional to be sending out texts right now.
*sets up scheduled messages to be sent out at 8am tomorrow*
Me: Wow. I was so productive. Bed time!
Schoolwork: untouched
If a friend made you a handcrafted, one-of-a-kind piece of art? Would you dislike it? Would you tell them how much you hated it, critique every imperfect brushstroke, misplaced carving?
...Then why do you hate your body? Something that was handmade just for you? Something created so wonderfully that science has yet to determine half of it's mechanisms.
What if those "imperfections", those brushstrokes, and misplaced carvings were the mark that you were made one-of-a-kind? Not by machine precision, packaged and made 100% perfect in symmetry and design, but handmade, designed with love and care.
Instead you tell the creator to his face that it's too wide, too imperfect, too messy, too flawed.
If you wouldn't say it to a friend, don't say it to yourself or to the one who created you.