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[aroaceandstillhappy]

I am a forest fire

I am the forest, I am the fire.

And I watch my humanity burn

Like the final embers, leaving nothing behind them to salvage, to save.

I am Perfect.

I am flawed.

I am perfect.

I am not, but I am everything that I need to be.

I am the bonfire, the smoke in your lungs

I am the ashes left behind, the burnt marshmallow in the fire pit, fallen.

And I am the rain that washes you away.

I am… Not Mothman. Unfortunately.  

[itsfreeandthecopscantstopyou]

Me: Hey mom, can we get some Pygmalion and Galatea?

Mom: we have Pygmalion and Galatea at home

The Pygmalion and Galatea we have at home:

[artsyshitshow]

Hi. If you're a teacher and tell your kids/students they can't go to the bathroom as a punishment for being late to class, I do not respect you.

If you refuse to let them go for reasons other than punishment, I still don't respect you.

You are literally preventing them from doing a natural human function that just so happens to be time sensitive. Not allowing that function can hurt them. Physically and mentally. Their health is more important than your lesson.

And it makes them hate you. A lot. Also I'm pretty sure it's against the code of ethics. :/

P.S. don't be surprised if they go anyway. There is a 50/50 chance that they are going to the office to report your ass.

[caeciitas]

[ I forgot tumblr desktop hates me

[lookitsthatquietgirl]

Me: *has no plans*

Anxiety: you’re wasting your life get up and do something! We’re wasting time!

Me: okay sure.

Me: *makes plans*

Anxiety: ARE YOU CRAZY? You’re going to make a fool of yourself! Cancel! NOW!

Me: son of a-

[slaygoldponyboy]

Gladly, @usukimpala, thank you for asking!

Michael would be lying if he said he knew Jeremy was Spider-Man the moment the internet was set abuzz with news of someone in tights running around, punching the right people in the face. No, it took him approximately until the next morning, when Jeremy showed up to school with a bruised jaw and a bullshit story about falling on his way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Jeremy and Michael had been friends for ten years. They had seen each other through failed grade-school romances, awkward braces, and so many bullies. They could read each other like books. If they had vaginas, their periods would have synced.

So, when something radical happened to Jeremy, you bet your bottom dollar Michael noticed it. It also helped that Michael had been there the day that some assumedly radioactive super-spider had bitten his best friend.

Just earlier that year, Mrs. Heere had gone on some kind of trip to an exclusive science conference. She was nice enough, kind of busy though, so Michael saw less and less of her as Jeremy got older. But apparently, on her way home, the plane malfunctioned and crashed into the sea, and just like that, Jeremy Heere’s mother was gone.

It had been a rough Summer to say the least.

But they eventually got clearance to clean out her lab. Mr. Heere was too heartbroken to go, and Michael sure as hell wasn’t going to let Jeremy go it alone. They packed up her personal items on a rainy September weekend, Jeremy staying eerily quiet. 

There wasn’t much left to pack. The people funding her research apparently had taken most of her equipment and research, leaving only some scraps, a box of discarded electronic parts, a clear spool of what looked like bulk dental floss, one of her tablets, and an old family picture. They were on their way out when Jeremy had jumped with a yelp.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something just bit me,” Jeremy grimaced, pulling his shirt down to reveal a nasty looking bite mark. “That looks fucked, dude.” “Thanks, that’s so helpful,” Jeremy sighed, “What do I do?” “It’s probably nothing. All the spiders in here are under hefty lock and key. Probably just a weird reaction to a mosquito or something,” Michael said, picking up one of the boxes on the floor. “Yeah, or something,” Jeremy grumbled, following Michael out the door.

Michael would never downplay a bug bite ever again.

After that first morning of Jeremy coming to school with a bruise, the evidence just kept adding up. Spider-Man gets punched in a YouTube video, Jeremy comes to school with a black eye. Michael wants to hang? Jeremy’s got a lot of work to do, and then twenty minutes later Spider-Man is spotted swinging around their neighborhood. 

It was hard to deny what was right in front of him.

The only problem, the only flaw in Michael’s overwhelming evidence, was the fact that Jeremy hadn’t said anything to him. Not a peep. No “hey I kinda have super cool powers now and that’s why I’ve been acting so squirrely lately”, no “Surprise, I’m Spider-Man”, not even a cryptic text with a spider emoji. Nada.

The first few weeks, Michael was just waiting. Jeremy was bound to tell his best friend something this life changing. He just kept watch over Spider-Man from his computer, scanning twitter, and news sites, and maybe semi-illegally tuning into some police frequencies. Just to make sure Jeremy wasn’t dead yet. And rightfully so. Michael once had to patch up a half-unconscious Jeremy in an alley in the middle of the night, and sure maybe he didn’t stick around to let Jeremy know he saved his life, but even that, Jeremy didn’t even flinch.

But as the weeks wore on, Michael became less amused with Jeremy’s constant flimsy excuses, the barely covered bruises, and downright lies. Did Jeremy not trust him? Did he suddenly matter less now that Jeremy was all cool and popular as Spider-Man? Michael hated to think it, feeling his stomach turn every time he entertained an idea like that, but it honestly just seemed as if Jeremy was growing further away, and there wasn’t anything Michael could do to stop it.

He was forced to watch as his best friend went out every night, risking life and limb, with no backup, no one in his corner. 

But Jeremy still might tell him. He could just be waiting for the right moment. Waiting to feel comfortable in his spandex before letting the cat out of the bag. Michael wanted nothing more than to give Jeremy the benefit of the doubt. So, he did. He just didn’t know how much longer he could wait.

[brittaden]

Fandom: Gilmore Girls

Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Lorelai.

Least Favorite character: Dean, Christopher.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Luke/Lorelai & Sookie/Jackson & Emily/Richard & Rory/Jess & Rory/Paris

Character I find most attractive: Lorelai.

Character I would marry: Luke! 😘

Character I would be best friends with: Lorelai, Sookie, Rory.

A random thought: just think of little Rory dressed in angel wings inviting Luke to a caterpillar funeral and he doesn’t see the point but it’s Rory and he’s probably seen her around, maybe she’s even been to the diner but he doesn’t know her but he still goes, he might of even swapped out his flannel or at least removed his cap out of respect for this little girl and her caterpillar.

An unpopular opinion: April is beautiful and needs to be protected from certain parts of this fandom.

My canon OTP: Luke/Lorelai of course.

Non-canon OTP: Rory/Paris

Most badass character: Lorelai. Paris. Emily

Pairing I am not a fan of: Lorelai/Christopher, Rory/Dean

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): lots of people were pretty much pod versions of themselves in late S6 and S7z

Favourite friendship: Lorelai & Sookie & Michel.

[theshieldjanitor]

agentbrompton said: Hey, I’ve had similar issues with Hazel, we need to powwow and bring back the mojo.  I think it can be done.

xaedificare said: i have some ideas on that front!

I welcome any and all tips, tricks, or ideas cause right now I’m drawing a complete blank.