[whatanybodygets]

mostly steering clear of tumblr for mental health reasons. not responding to messages, asks or tags during this time. it's not personal. back soon.

[linearao3]

The Unmourned

The vampires who emerged with the closing of the Fold don’t trouble the Geldstraat. Ketterdam’s rich live securely, with powerful wards against the supernatural built into the fabric of their houses and private security to walk their streets after dark. The rest of the city does what they can to keep safe, but the last line of defense for the poor, the helpless, and the unlucky are the Flames. Chosen by the University of Ketterdam’s Night Science Institute and sponsored by the city in the interests of preserving their labor force, Flames hunt vampires through the streets, accompanied by University-trained Wardens who strengthen and protect them.

Ever since Inej’s parents were killed, she’s devoted herself to a single ambition: becoming a Flame. But on the streets of Ketterdam, the future she dreamed of may not look much like the future she gets.

Chapter 1: The Wet and the Dry

She expects him to try for something inspiring, some drum-roll of rhetoric for the hundred people gathered here to compete for the privilege of risking their necks to save people. After all, anyone who’s here could be going out for private security, and maybe some will, if they don’t make it. The government subsidizes the NSI and its Flames, but it’s not like it doesn’t pay more, to walk the wards around the Geldstraat and the Zelverstraat and play bodyguard to rich kids when they slum it. Nobody tries to become a Flame unless they’ve got some ideals.

But all the Warden says is, “Welcome to the first day of the Night Science Institute’s trials. Candidates number one through twenty-five will go to the north hall for the written. Twenty-six through fifty, west hall for small science. Fifty-one through seventy-five, east hall for mental. Seventy-six through one hundred, please proceed to the south hall for the athletic.”

[buffycaps]

Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)

RUPERT GILES in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)

[kosmogrl]

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

[cameleonvermillon]

sometimes your favorite fanfic isn't a fanfic at all but the insane DM's between you and your equally freaky mutual

[shaneposting]

'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

[inadvertently-biblical]

I'll remember to mention that.

Rupert Giles in Buffy the Vampire Slayer - 3x17 "Enemies"

[anarchistmemedistro]

AI haters build tarpits to trap and trick AI scrapers that ignore robots.txt

Attackers explain how an anti-spam defense became an AI weapon.

[megaceros]

love that energy

[tieflingkisser]

[pardalote]

Mine was buried even deeper, under Devices -> Typing -> How AI has helped you.

(Spoiler: it hadn't helped me. But it was on by default.)

[butterflypeaflowertea]

trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing

[h4nds4ndwich]

“It’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing” I’m in love

[capinejghafa]

beginner's guide to kerch (island)

[capinejghafa]

He stares at her, the barest glint of something like panic in his eyes.

“We share the bed and we share the coinpurse -” he starts reciting the standard Kerch vows but then pauses. Swallows hard. Starts over. “I am yours to hold, Inej Ghafa, yours to have. Use me as you see fit. This life - next, next life, if something like that exists. I promise to love you forever.”

Kaz Brekker, the most fearsome boss the Barrel has ever seen. Her Kaz, who has such a way with words and who has told her, multiple times, multiple things she could never replicate in their elegance. Kaz, stumbling now through his wedding vows, his voice shaking like a leaf on a wind.

kanej fic rec: come to me in red by alltheworldsinmyhead & Whitherward

[capinejghafa]

kanej + incorrect quotes

[buffysummers]

Rupert Giles + 🔥 🔥 🔥 [requested by Anonymous]

[capinejghafa]

you… you tell me where to find my son!

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[avhira]

I could use some luck

[hobohobgoblim]

At this point I’ll try anything.

[financeprincess]

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.