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What a face, lmao. :')
trying to clean your room can be really daunting and stressful, but you don't have to clean the whole room all in one go.
If you pick up just one thing off the floor, wipe away a little bit of dust, take any dishes to the sink, or anything of the sort, then you have successfully cleaned a bit of your room! It doesn't have to be done all in one burst and every little dent you make will result in a slightly cleaner room
AU where Jason gets over his theatre-kid need for dramatics and heat never reveals his identity to the batfam. In fact, he HIDES his identity so well that no one ever finds it out. Itâs been years since Red Hood popped up and at this point heâs an unofficial vigilante with crime lord tendencies than anything else
then people start getting suspect . . . But not the right thing
Red hood: *sitting, legs crossed, on a roof ledge* scare me and make me drop my book and l donât care if you helped me with Penguin last night, Iâll throw you off this roof and I wonât give a shit Nightwing: *slowly jacks away* um. What book? Red hood: pride and prejudice. Nightwing: pride and . . . You know, my brother liked that book. Red hood: I know he did Nightwing:
Damian: *feeling uncertain with his title as Robin* Red Hood: you know, a wise kid once said Robin is magic Batman: *eyes narrow* what kid? Red Hood: eh, just someone I used to know Batman:
Spoiler: so why did ya decide to protect the alley? Red Hood: I lived there as a kid. I . . . Uh, it just means a lot to me. Spoiler: *frowning* I assumed youâd lived there. Red Hood: yeah it um . . . *thinking of Bruce* I met someone important there. He changed my life. And when . . . I, uh, lost him, I decided to clean it up. Spoiler:
Later, in the bat cave:
Spoiler: so Red Hood . . . Batman: *gravely* dated Jason. Nightwing: but he was only fifteen! Robin: *crossing his arms* people date at fifteen, Richard. Red Robin: . . . The crime lord dated the second Robin. Batman: Iâm going to kill him. Nightwing: wait, no! You canât! Jason wouldnât have wanted it! Black Bat: heâs family. Spoiler: *jazz hands* NEW BROTHER
Red Hood: *listening in through their comms* what the fuck
I started Hebrew, which is why Iâve been dead on this blog, but I donât think I can ever properly convey to you guys the sheer cultural whiplash of spending years learning Japanese from Japanese teachers and then trying to learn Hebrew from an Israeli
Japanese: you walk into class already apologizing for being alive Hebrew: you walk into class, the teacher insults you and you are expected to insult her back
Japanese: conjugates every single verb based on degree of intended politeness, nevermind keigo and honorifics Hebrew: Someone asked my teacher how to say âexcuse meâ and she laughed for several seconds before saying we shouldnât worry about remembering that since weâll never need to say it
Japanese: if you get one stroke wrong the entire kanji is incomprehensible Hebrew: cursive? script? fuck it do whatever you want, you donât even have to write the vowels out unless you feel like it
Japanese: the closest thing there is to âbastardâ is an excessively direct âyouâ pronoun Hebrew: âbitchâ translates directly
Fun fact: Israel has possibly the lowest power-distance metric of any culture in the world, while Japan has one of the highest. I didnât realize that the CTO of my company was the CTO until somebody else told me, because everybody called him by his first name and engaged in mutual shit-talking/playful insults with him.
In Japan, even calling your boss by the wrong honorific is liable to get you in trouble.
And apparently thereâs some sciencey cooperative venture going on between Israel and Japan in an official diplomatic capacity. I want to be a fly on the wall when Japanese and Israeli scientists work together.
Hi Iâm bilingual Hebrew/English and Iâm in my third year of Japanese study.Â
Iâd like to share with you one of my favorite Hebrew culture vs Japanese culture stories.Â
For one of my classes I was expected to write a speech about my experiences learning Japanese. I decided to focus on the Japanese practice of end-of-sentence omission (Essentially, failing to say the last part of your sentence because it could be considered to rude, like instead of telling someone they canât do that, youâll say âIâm sorry but that is somewhatâŚâŚ. (impossible).â).Â
When my sensei asked me why I picked such a topic, I explained that the level of attention required interested me, since in Israel everyone typically talks at the same time and interruption is basically normal.Â
My sensei didnât even believe me. She laughed when I said that. I laughed too and asked, âWhy are you laughing?âÂ
She said, âIf everyone spoke at the same time, how would they ever understand each other?âÂ
Japanese/Israeli communication is my dream job and let me tell you living both cultures at once is an absolute riot.Â
thereâs a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way youâve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically âbe yourselfâ has slowly morphed into âbe what everyone knows you asâ but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, youâll gain a very comforting sense of self peace  Â
*kicks down the door* whats popping yâall
I have a fic for the @sanderssidesbang that i want to share with you guys because i spent a while writing it and im proud of how it came out :) art soon to come by @poundland-twoface , which i will link to once it goes up :3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17711849Â
Fic Info: Title: Snow Fall in Canada ship: romantic analogical, background romantic royality TWs: mild sexual innuendos, sympathetic Deceit, minor anxiety attack, mentions of insomnia/anxiety/depression Summary:Â Virgil, whoâs lived in Florida his whole life, is adjusting to his first Canadian winter, and Logan canât wait for him to see snow for the first time.
I hope everyone enjoys it!
"Hi!!! I just moved in, and I went for a walk and, uh, I'm lost. Could you point me to the town center, please?" ((Yo guess who's back, a blast from the past--its ya boi Somnus ouo))
Stanza had been stretching on a bench and looked around to figure out where the voice was coming from. It was not unusual for people to ask her for help, so she didnât bother to stop what she was doing.
âOh! Sure. That way.âShe stretched her shoulders, one arm locked over the other and pointed with them. Two birds with one stone, right?
âFollow the path until you reach a turn. Take the left. Itâs just a short walk from there.â
âThanks!!!â He smiled happily at herâwhat a nice lady!
Shockingly flexible, too. He wandered off on the direction sheâd pointed, made it to the town square, and promptly got lost again. Curse this town and its lack of publicly available maps!! It should have been difficult to get lostâhis new home was the only one with a movers truck in front of it, after all.
But he remembered how to get back to where she wasâmaybe she could help him find a map?
âHello againâIâm sorry to bother you, but my sense of direction is really bad. Could you help me find a map of the town? My nameâs Somnus, by the way. Whatâs yours?â
She had to admit that she was a little confused how a person could get lost by turning one left and continuing on, but she wasnât going to question it.
âA map? Thereâs one actually in the town square, as a matter of fact.â She offered a small wink and stood straight, her hands on her hips. âGotta love that irony, right? Here, Iâll show you the way.â She gestured with a hand before bouncing her way off, trying her best to not go too fast just in case.
âReally?â So, there WAS a map in the town after all!!! It might have been the big sign-looking thing covered in spray paint!!!
On second thought, that was probably it.
âI blame by broken internal GPS systems. I think it needs an update or something.â He ran a hand through his hair, trotting to keep up with her. She seemed really nice!!!
âQuestion for you: why are all the houses here weird-shaped? Was it an architecture thing, or what?â
âMmm, itâs not a great map. To be honest, it could use updating, but itâs there. As for the buildings⌠Yeah, I think itâs just the architecture here. Itâs always been odd. I always wondered who the person was that built them. They certainly seem like they would have a great sense of humour!â As she hopped over a wall to take a quicker route she looked back with an expression of apology. âAre you OK to hop walls? Itâs quicker if we cut across here. If not we can just follow the path.â
âProbably a fantastic sense of humor; all the houses look like they came straight from candy-land.â He snorted at his own statement; the houses really, truly looked like theyâd been taken from a childnrenâs board game.
He eyed the wall, before backing up for a running start. He ran, jumped, and--
--and caught his foot on the wall, flipping over it and eating shit on the dirt face-first.
âOww...â He climbed to his feet, rubbing his face where heâd landed. Luckily for him, his eyes were fine; heâd landed on his cheek rather than his forehead. Heâd nicked the skin, thatâs for sure; he hadnât yet started bleeding, though. With all the dirt in the way of the wound, though, itâd be hard to tell.
âMaybe letâs not jump over the walls from here on out; my luck has it out for me, apparently.â
"Hi!!! I just moved in, and I went for a walk and, uh, I'm lost. Could you point me to the town center, please?" ((Yo guess who's back, a blast from the past--its ya boi Somnus ouo))
Stanza had been stretching on a bench and looked around to figure out where the voice was coming from. It was not unusual for people to ask her for help, so she didnât bother to stop what she was doing.
âOh! Sure. That way.âShe stretched her shoulders, one arm locked over the other and pointed with them. Two birds with one stone, right?
âFollow the path until you reach a turn. Take the left. Itâs just a short walk from there.â
âThanks!!!â He smiled happily at herâwhat a nice lady!
Shockingly flexible, too. He wandered off on the direction sheâd pointed, made it to the town square, and promptly got lost again. Curse this town and its lack of publicly available maps!! It should have been difficult to get lostâhis new home was the only one with a movers truck in front of it, after all.
But he remembered how to get back to where she wasâmaybe she could help him find a map?
âHello againâIâm sorry to bother you, but my sense of direction is really bad. Could you help me find a map of the town? My nameâs Somnus, by the way. Whatâs yours?â
She had to admit that she was a little confused how a person could get lost by turning one left and continuing on, but she wasnât going to question it.
âA map? Thereâs one actually in the town square, as a matter of fact.â She offered a small wink and stood straight, her hands on her hips. âGotta love that irony, right? Here, Iâll show you the way.â She gestured with a hand before bouncing her way off, trying her best to not go too fast just in case.
âReally?â So, there WAS a map in the town after all!!! It might have been the big sign-looking thing covered in spray paint!!!
On second thought, that was probably it.
âI blame by broken internal GPS systems. I think it needs an update or something.â He ran a hand through his hair, trotting to keep up with her. She seemed really nice!!!
âQuestion for you: why are all the houses here weird-shaped? Was it an architecture thing, or what?â
"Hi!!! I just moved in, and I went for a walk and, uh, I'm lost. Could you point me to the town center, please?" ((Yo guess who's back, a blast from the past--its ya boi Somnus ouo))
Stanza had been stretching on a bench and looked around to figure out where the voice was coming from. It was not unusual for people to ask her for help, so she didnât bother to stop what she was doing.
âOh! Sure. That way.âShe stretched her shoulders, one arm locked over the other and pointed with them. Two birds with one stone, right?
âFollow the path until you reach a turn. Take the left. Itâs just a short walk from there.â
"Thanks!!!" He smiled happily at her--what a nice lady!
Shockingly flexible, too. He wandered off on the direction she'd pointed, made it to the town square, and promptly got lost again. Curse this town and its lack of publicly available maps!! It should have been difficult to get lost--his new home was the only one with a movers truck in front of it, after all.
But he remembered how to get back to where she was--maybe she could help him find a map?
"Hello again--I'm sorry to bother you, but my sense of direction is really bad. Could you help me find a map of the town? My name's Somnus, by the way. What's yours?"
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He thought he remembered where he was, that the turn he took led home.
Well, he was wrong.
And lost.
And, because of the rain, cold.
He shivered, hugging himself to try and keep warm. Maybe one of the stores nearby had a map or something, but it was late and most of them looked like they were closing. And his phone was dead, so no GPS for him. Maybe one of the strangers on the street could help him...?
"Excuse me? I'm a bit lost, do you have a map or something I could borrow for a minute?"
OOC Post: Blog is now OPEN
Yâall, Somnus is ready to be RP-ed with!!! Please read through the Blog Rules, Somâs About, and Somâs Verse Page and itâll all be great :D
I canât wait to RP with yâall again, itâs gonna be great!!! ^w^
Me: oh yeah lemme post that this blog is open
Also me, 5 mins later: shit I forgot to tag all the beansss
Taglist under the cut, this blog is OPEN baybe!!!! ouo
OOC Post: Blog is now OPEN
Yâall, Somnus is ready to be RP-ed with!!! Please read through the Blog Rules, Somâs About, and Somâs Verse Page and itâll all be great :D
I canât wait to RP with yâall again, itâs gonna be great!!! ^w^
OOC Post: Blog Under Construction
Nyello guys!!!
This blog is the new blog for my OC Somnus; itâll be up and running in a few days. In the meantime, im gonna tag ALL my old RP partners whose URLs I can remember so that EVERYONE knows that This Boi Is Back In Town ouo (Keep in mind, I used to be @reese-and-company; I lost the login TT^TT)
Tags under the cut!
Keep reading
SHIT IM SORRY @ask-your-town-villain I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMEONE IM BIG SOZ FRIENDO
OOC Post: Blog Under Construction
Nyello guys!!!
This blog is the new blog for my OC Somnus; itâll be up and running in a few days. In the meantime, im gonna tag ALL my old RP partners whose URLs I can remember so that EVERYONE knows that This Boi Is Back In Town ouo (Keep in mind, I used to be @reese-and-company; I lost the login TT^TT)
Tags under the cut!