and for my next magic trick, i will combine the power of time blindness with lack of object permanence and add willful ignorance to the mix to erase a piece of my memory :) im sure there will be no side effects!
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and for my next magic trick, i will combine the power of time blindness with lack of object permanence and add willful ignorance to the mix to erase a piece of my memory :) im sure there will be no side effects!
please wear sunscreen!!! I've seen "fuck the beauty industrial complex" posts about complicated skincare regimens and am 100% with them except sometimes they mention sunscreen and no. no. absolutely not. sunscreen is a wonderful supportive friend who wants to keep you safe, and you should let her do it. throw out all your other cosmetics and skincare products if you want, but keep your sunscreen. and if you're not wearing sunscreen, start wearing it!!!! this is not about terror of aging, this is not about every tiny imperfection our fucked-up culture has made you feel insecure about, this is about protecting yourself from skin cancer. wear the damn sunscreen.
grace: would you still love me—
rocky: yes we'd still love you if you were a worm
rocky: no we're not mad at you
rocky: yes we love you
grace: 🥹
adrian: he does not speak for both of us. i would not love you if you were a worm. the human body is weird enough.
HUH?
Most cop thing I've ever read. what the fuck are you talking about. The posts you're looking for might be on this website but we won't show them to you???
I'm sure all my settings are set to "yes show me mature content no don't filter anything" what are you TALKING ABOUT
the posts are ON THE WEBSITE. I can't search dirty words?? am I five??? is this club penguin??? when I get you
What the hell
What is going on
just so you know, if you completely ignore the search feature on the website and just type "tumblr.com/search/term" into the address bar, it bypasses all of this. broken-ass website
One time I was at a pub trivia night with some writer friends and we almost won but there was a tie. As a tiebreaker they asked us and the other team to write down as many moons of Jupiter as we could in two minutes.
None of us are very into astronomy so at first everyone was like oh we’re gonna lose but there were three of us at the table that night who were either former classics majors or otherwise super well read on Roman mythology and the three of us were like give us that paper right now and we just took turns writing down all of the lovers of Jupiter from mythology that we could.
So of course we won lol
stepmom forums are so abysmal, you know if these ladies lived 500 years ago they’d be like “I need to find a way to render my husband’s first marriage invalid so his his first wife’s children are deemed illegitimate and struck from the line of succession in favor of my own children” but it is 2026 and the inheritance the children get is not a kingdom but a dad that sucks ass
You can replace [ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY] with [SCROLLING] but watch out. This sucks bad 👍
Some things about this post since getting quite a few notes:
1. If you see this post, highly recommend taking it as an opportunity to set a timer for 15 minutes and switch over to ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY. if after those 15 minutes, you want to go back to scrolling, that's okay!
2. Huge shout out to this popping up in my notifs often, bc I do go back to activity.
3. I think there are times where scrolling is fine. Right now, for example, I'm being connected to a machine for two hours to donate plasma and platelets. Yes this is a brag but it is also a time where scrolling is one of the few things I can do. (Though I will probably also read or watch something on phone lol)
hmmm, this seems to be some kind of curse breaking spell… be free ye reader
explained to an 8 year old that once a fruit is ripe you only have so much time until it rots so you have to eat it soon and she said so i'll never be able to keep it perfect like this forever? no and there are about a million pieces of art for you unrelatedly
this is one of the more creative hate comments i've seen and i felt the need to immortalize it
lotm chapter 1178
With Klein:
Will Auceptin: *shows up as a baby, cries loudly when he is displeased*
Will Auceptin: give me ice cream!
With Audrey:
Will Auceptin: *shows up as a giant silver serpent, directly answers*
Will Auceptin: right.. a small matter, I have a blessed who is a gourmet. Sacrifice him some ice cream...
new fanfic writer who has marked their work completed ao3 only to leave a note at the end saying: thanks for all the support guys if you want to read the rest of the fic subscribe to my patreon :)
me, an elder fandom veteran, suddenly having anne rice flashbacks:
no.
NO.
starting to rock back and fourth.
you do not understand.
you were born into an age of peace. i was there Gandalf. i was there three thousand years ago. i remember the cease and desists. i remember authors hunting fanfic writers for sport. i remember when every fic opened with a disclaimer because we genuinely thought it might protect us.
we do not charge money for the copyrighted gay wizard stories.
do not tempt fate youngling.
step away from the paywall.
that is how you summon the ancient evils.
that is how you wake the lawyers.
Remember people, this is against AO3s terms of service. If you see a fic that does this REPORT THAT THING!!! These people may not know better or they might, but them doing this has the potential to ruin things for everyone.
Tell the writer to read the TOS. Writers absolutely CANNOT ask for payment in exchange for fanfic. If they won't take it down ASAP, report it to AO3.
Annual reminder that you can not try to make a profit of any kind via AO3.
No "buy me a kofi"
No links to patreon or other money-making sites or apps
Post on AO3 for the love of the game or don't post at all
im fucking crying
heartwarming: transfem named mary sue and transmasc named gary stu have had a beautiful nonbinary baby named donut steel
Free service with ads: Well, if I'm not paying for it they have to foot the bill somehow.
Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.
Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.
"We used to be a paid service without ads, but now we're putting ads in it! If you want the ad-free version you have to pay more for preeeeemium": Fuck you fuck you fuck you
Free service with no ads: Okay so these guys are stealing my data
i love when people rant to me like yes i am entrusted with your hate
LOTM chapter 1138
???? I mean I knew you'd already be pretty advanced as a scholar of yore, klein, but digesting 80% immediately upon drinking the potion????? huh????? my boy 😭😭
When Danny is fifteen, Dani destabilises.
They did their best to save her.
Their best wasn't enough.
After the grief comes the realisation that Danny is immortal. Oh, he will surely die a second time, but his future as a ghost is pretty much assured.
He will have to bury many more of his loved ones, and very few will follow him to the afterlife.
But some can.
Here is Danny's most well-kept secret: he knows what it takes to make a living being into a ghost at the moment of their death. He has never spoken a word of it to anyone, and he never will.
But it gives him the idea to ask his loved ones if they would follow him to his strange sort of afterlife in death.
(Well. Not all of his loved ones. He knows what his parents' answer would be.)
Tucker and Sam say yes.
They've followed him to the Ghost Zone before, and they see nothing wrong with making a permanent residence there when the time comes. They won't leave him to face eternity alone.
Jazz says no.
It devastates him, but Danny accepts it.
He has to. His method only works on the willing. He doesn't want to think he would force this on anyone, but he is also glad the option isn't there.
He deals with it.
They have decades to live together. Who cares if they don't have forever? His time with her will be no less precious for it.
Except they don't have decades together.
When Danny is on the cusp of his eighteenth birthday, he, his friends, his family and Vlad are caught up in the blast of an explosion. His world detonates around him and he survives it only because he was in Phantom form.
Danny buries his loved ones and the godfather he never wanted.
(Vlad had promised they were one and the same. That if anything, they would survive each other.
He was supposed to be the one that understood. The one that stayed.
Vlad was wrong, and Danny hates him for it.)
He goes after the GIW, who were responsible for the explosion, and makes them regret it. He doesn't go so far as to kill, he knows too well the price of death, but he makes sure they would find death preferable.
Then he waits.
It takes a week for Sam and Tucker's ghosts to form. When it does, Danny disables the portal and leaves Amity Park behind. He takes his best friends with him.
They go to Gotham City, where their obsessions can more easily be fulfilled and the ambient ectoplasm is ideal for newly-formed ghosts.
Sam and Tucker are different now.
It is harder to rein in their impulses. Danny does his best to remind them to be careful around humans.
He buys the three of them a mansion with Vlad's money. It's properly goth and outfitted with the latest technology. It's decently isolated so they don't have to pretend to be human out there.
His best friends are different.
But he marked them for death before tragedy happened and it had the unforeseen side effect of letting them retain more of their identity than any ghost he has previously encountered.
He is glad for it.
They bicker as much as ever.
And they worry for him.
Sam nags him into attending his classes at university, Tucker forces him to make living friends.
When he meets Tim Drake-Wayne and falls in love, they cheer him on.
If he wasn't already half-gone, that boy would be the death of him.
He makes Danny believe life is beautiful again.
But Tim is accident-prone. Every few weeks, he has some sort of injury. Sometimes they are extreme sports-related, sometimes they have to do with the infrequent kidnappings he and his family are subjected to.
Sometimes he is collateral in a rogue attack during one of his family galas.
(Why anyone still organises galas in Gotham is kind of beyond him.)
Sam and Tucker think Tim is hiding something, but they respect Danny's desire to wait and see. He has things to hide too, after all.
But he is starting to want forever with Tim and he does not know if he wants to wait until they trust each other to find out if that is something he can hope for.
So he asks him one quiet evening, where their hands are interlinked and their eyes fixed on the stars in the planetarium Tim bought them tickets to.
"Would you want to live forever if it meant you were no longer human?"
(Tim thinks about Ra's Al Ghul, who has lived centuries and become so twisted he cannot rightly be called human.)
Tim says no.
It hurts, but it is his choice. Danny accepts it.
A day later, he breaks up with him.
Better to save his cracked heart from further shattering.
Tucker philosophises, sitting on Danny's bed. He's been rotting in there for the past few days, skipping class to mope around instead.
"It's like asking your partner if they want kids one day but for half-ghosts, I guess. It's better to know immortality's a dealbreaker now than after you're married."
Sam nods, her glowing purple eyes soft with sympathy. She is floating on top of him, the tip of her combat boot intangibly passing through his elbow.
"You'll find your happily ever after, Danny. I'm sorry, I know you really liked him."
"I loved him," he mumbles, burrowing further into his sheets.
"And I'm sure he loved you too. Unfortunately, sometimes love isn't enough. You have the right to save your heart for someone you won't have to grieve. You've lost enough, Danny."
The halfa sighs.
"Maybe I don't have to grieve him, but I'm losing him anyway. It feels less like self-preservation and more like cowardice."
But he's made his choice, and now he has to live with it.
Tim does not consciously place a bug on the love of his life after the boy breaks his heart.
In fact, he does not realise he has done it until after he returns to the Nest following an impromptu trip to San Francisco during which he tried to drown his sorrows in liquor, enabled by his best friends.
Contrary to popular belief, he does not invade the privacy of every single person he meets and he does not do background checks on his dates in search of possible supervillain ties.
Not without an incentive.
Danny never gave him one.
He had made it clear he had a troubled past, and that there were aspects of himself that he wasn't quite ready to share yet. Tim, who was in the same position and had never been quite so skillful at navigating this type of conversations, had appreciated his frankness and had worked hard to always respect Danny's boundaries.
Until now.
In his defence, doing surveillance on people who display uncharacteristic behaviour has become a kind of professional tic he hasn't quite managed to shake off.
In his line of work, abrupt changes in beahviour in civilians can potentially mean they are being mind controlled, blackmailed, threatened.
There had been no signs.
They were doing well.
So well in fact that Tim had bargained with his dad for several months to be given the chance to share his secret with Danny when time came.
He had it all planned out.
He was going to introduce Danny to his family and slowly build a rapport of trust between them.
Then he would deliberately start showing small aspects of his night life, the behind-the-scenes of Wayne Enterprises' work to better the city.
One thing Tim finds extremely attractive about Danny is his cleverness. He had no doubt the boy would pick up on the clues he was putting down and either connect the dots or ask him directly about it.
Tim thought easing him into it was the best way to do this.
He guesses it is a moot point now, he thinks, staring bleakly at the notification on his computer.
Placing the bug on Danny's bag was a reflex. An unconscious decision stemming from his terrible work-life balance.
Listening in will be a choice.
A deliberate invasion of privacy he will not forgive himself for if it turns out that the break-up he was so blindsided by has nothing to do with his night life.
But he doesn't know if he will be able to live with himself if he doesn't lay that worry to rest.
He listens in.
And he only hears static.