If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
Fai_Ryy

No title available
NASA

No title available
ojovivo
Claire Keane
Sade Olutola

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
hello vonnie
taylor price

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
tumblr dot com

#extradirty
RMH
★

gracie abrams
noise dept.

Product Placement
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

seen from Brazil

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Singapore

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
seen from Netherlands
seen from Argentina
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Colombia
@whos-running-from-me
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
The S-Classes That I Raised: my main character is going to defy gender roles by being a man who happily and pridefully embraces a caretaker role; a single father who never resents his kids or his role; a person who is highly desired for his enhancing abilities based on LOVE (a trope usually given to female characters), while still being powerful and ruthless and dangerous. Caretaking and femininity don't have to be equated, men should be allowed to be caring and loving without being emasculated
The fandom: omg Han Yoojin is such a mother. He's such a wife. Yoojin is babygirl. Idk i think he's just so feminine isn't he. That girl be crazy ahahah
So we all know this scene, right?
And we know how Dazai tries to handle it by pretending to be a scared kid and Chuuya interrupts him to challenge the guy to a fight, because I have been thinking about these tactics recently.
Dazai is not really mafia at this point, this is his first mission. He's still somewhat naive to the world of gangs, even if he's witnessed it, he's not lived it like Chuuya has. This tactic of acting like a scared little kid, definitely feels like something Dazai pulled when trying to get away with things around regular adults. I mean, look how easily he turns on those tears, it's practiced, he's used to it working.
He's responding to what the guy is saying, he calls them "kids" and looks confused as to why kids are here. Dazai then selects the defenceless innocent act as a way to get out of being held at gun point and possibly get information.
He's used to this kind of thing working, but the fact is, if Chuuya hadn't interrupted him, it most likely wouldn't of. Because Dazai doesn't know the type of enemy he's up against, he doesn't know these people are willing to cross the line and harm kids yet.
Look at these panels closely. The panel before Dazai starts faking crying the gun is pointed directly at him,
whilst he starts his crying act in the panels previously mentioned, the gun is still squarely on him, and afterwards
In the top panel it is still pointing at him, until Chuuya speaks. His tactic isn't working. The enemy never wavers or lowers his gun, he either doesn't believe Dazai or doesn't care.
Chuuya sees that. He sees the gun still pointing at Dazai. He looks annoyed in the first panel above because this man, as far as he knows, is pointing a gun at an innocent kid.
And as soon as Chuuya speaks, the gun shifts to him. Chuuya, King of Sheep, protector and shield. A boy so used to defending those weaker than him, he smiles when he's able to get the attention of a man holding a gun. As far as Chuuya is concerned at this point, Dazai might as well be as defenceless as the rest of The Sheep. Sure, he has his ability No Longer Human, but what good is that against a grown man with a gun? So Chuuya defends him the same way he defends his friends.
And he makes sure to keep that attention on him whilst he tests this man. Yeah, we know he puts his head to the gun to transfer his ability, but I also think it's important that Chuuya waits in this moment. He doesn't just take this guy out because of a perceived threat, he waits until it's confirmed. Chuuya doesn't throw the first punch because Chuuya doesn't start fights, he fights back. Just like The Sheep said, he hits their enemies back a thousand times harder.
Dazai complains Chuuya interrupted him here, but Dazai was completely out of his depth in this moment. Chuuya didn't ruin his plan, he saved his life.
i havent been into tog in like 4-5ish years but one thing that really bothered me when i was into it was the whole simp bam thing idk. i think people need to stop seeing rachel and bam as exes and start seeing them as mother figure and son. yes even though they look/act somewhat close in age. like i mean quite literally she raised him and taught him everything he knew up until the point he entered the tower. even his kindness was taught to him by rachel even after every horrible thing she's done. yes this is even though she looks more like his older sister. i feel like her youth/youthful appearance is intentional (at least to me) since irl girls and women are also forced into motherly roles much younger than theyre ready for.
edit: might also be relevant to note that shes named after the biblical figure rahel, jacob's favorite wife, who died in childbirth
Hey can you guys reblog Cheeseburger so he can take a sunbeam nap on lots of blogs. No other reason I just want you guys to see him.
I think it's very impressive that a nation born out of seven guys drinking each other's blood managed to convince people that our neighbors are the vampires and we have nothing to do with any of it.
who gave you the right to be so beautiful, sir
what ao3 would look like with ads. no, you do not want this. support ao3 because it’s one of the last few places on the internet that is not tainted by capitalism bullshit. support ao3 because it’s one of the last few places on the internet that is genuinely about the connection between audiences, artists, their works and the love/passion artists have for what they do
source
just thinking about how good amber really was for wilson.
like, when they first introduce that they're dating, everybody's worried that she'll manipulate him. that she'll hurt him. that she'll take advantage of him. that she'll be bad for him and cause him so much pain.
but she's the opposite.
she forces wilson to choose himself. makes him confront his own wants and desires instead of catering to someone he thinks he has some kind of duty to. she lets him be who he is.
and when she dies, he's so devastated. because this is the one person who truly sees the lengths his people pleasing goes to and does something about it.
she does something when she could've easily taken advantage of him like everyone else. could've used that knowledge and let him dedicate his time and money and resources to her. but she didn't.
she did the exact opposite of what every single person thought she'd do.
Where’s that text post that’s like “Wilson is kind, gentle death and House is rough, painful life” because first of all, GO OFF; second of all, I have more to add:
House is justice; Wilson is clemency.
House is harsh truth; Wilson is comforting lies.
House is abrasive idealism; Wilson is resigned realism.
House is spiky vulnerability; Wilson is velvet guardedness.
House is constructive cruelty; Wilson is destructive kindness.
House is focused passion; Wilson is diffuse romance.
House is a gleeful perpetrator; Wilson is a willing victim.
House is self-sabotage; Wilson is self-sacrifice.
House is an atheist. We know this. He tells us often, with bitterness and certainty. He rejects the idea of God, of souls, of cosmic meaning. He dissects faith like he dissects symptoms: a fragile delusion, beautiful maybe, but ultimately dangerous. For House, belief is the enemy of truth. Religion is a sedative for the desperate. He doesn’t believe in miracles—he performs them under fluorescent lights, scalpels, and sarcastic monologues.
And yet, the entire show is draped in religious imagery.
The irony is deliberate. The tension is constant. House, M.D. is not a show about religion, but it is deeply religious in structure and tone. It’s a modern-day gospel about suffering, sacrifice, and the endless question of whether redemption is possible for people who are fundamentally broken.
And at the heart of that contradiction—at the center of House’s reluctant, silent religion—is Wilson.
Wilson, the oncologist. The caregiver. The forgiver. The one person who doesn’t try to fix House, just stays. In House’s world of godless suffering and brutal honesty, Wilson becomes the impossible constant. A living parable. A symbol of grace. He is not just House’s friend—he is House’s church. The only place he returns to. The only place he trusts.
Despite everything he says, House believes in Wilson the way people believe in God—not in certainty, but in need. In faith. When everything else fails (medicine, logic, self-destruction) it’s Wilson’s presence that remains. Not because he proves anything, but because he chooses to stay.
Wilson is where House goes when nothing else makes sense.
And this is where Amber enters—because Amber is crucial to understanding the show’s theology.
Amber isn’t just Wilson’s girlfriend or a romantic foil. She’s a vessel. A sacrifice. A holy symbol burned into the center of House and Wilson’s dynamic. She represents the cost of belief. And her death is House’s Fall.
Amber is cast in religious imagery from the start—sharp and shining, dressed in clean lines, commanding presence. She’s the only woman who matches House in intellect, in stubbornness, in biting wit. But while House uses those qualities to alienate, Amber uses them to love. To claim. She chooses Wilson with a kind of divine certainty, and House both resents and envies it.
And then she dies—because House called her.
Because House, in a drug-fueled haze, reached out for Wilson and accidentally destroyed the one person Wilson loved most.
Amber becomes a martyr. She dies for House’s sin. The sin of needing Wilson, of being selfish, of reaching out without understanding the cost. Her death is sacrificial. She absorbs the consequences of House’s weakness. And it shatters Wilson’s faith. In House. In meaning. In everything.
But here’s the terrifying, beautiful part: even then, Wilson comes back.
Not immediately. Not easily. But he returns. He forgives. He chooses House again, knowing the damage he can cause.
And isn’t that what religion is, at its most painful?
The choice to return.
The choice to love something that hurts you.
The choice to find meaning, even in suffering.
From that point on, House is haunted—literally and metaphorically. Amber appears to him as a ghost. A judge. A reminder. Her presence during his Vicodin-fueled breakdowns is a vision, not unlike biblical visitations: accusatory, radiant, always asking questions he doesn’t want to answer. She becomes a conscience, a prophet of pain. Not just Wilson’s loss, but House’s guilt made flesh.
And House listens.
Because he believes her.
Because he believes in what she represents: that his actions matter. That pain has consequences. That love, once given, leaves an eternal mark.
That’s the thing. For all his denial, House’s life is shaped by faith—just not in any god he’ll name.
His god is Wilson.
His gospel is logic.
His demons are guilt, pain, and the memory of Amber in that white, frozen bus.
His sacraments are Vicodin.
His confessionals are sarcasm and silence.
His moments of worship are quiet, rare, and often happen when Wilson isn’t looking.
But it’s faith all the same.
When Wilson gets cancer, everything crashes again. This time, House can’t save him. There’s no diagnosis to solve, no miracle to pull from his bag of tricks. He is powerless. Human. And finally he understands the most terrifying truth of all: he can’t live in a world where Wilson doesn’t exist.
So he dies. Or pretends to.
He sets fire to his life. He lets everyone believe he’s gone. He chooses exile, isolation, and total obliteration of self—all so he can spend a few final months beside the man who has always been his moral center, his constant, his quiet divinity.
That’s not just friendship. That’s religion.
A god falls from the sky. A believer lays down his crown. A sinner chooses love over truth. A cynic learns how to pray—not with words, but with presence.
And isn’t that the most blasphemous, beautiful faith of all?
hilson is THE toxic old men yaoi. no other ship contends. tell me what other old men drug each other, steal from one another, fuck each other over (not in the sexy way), psychoanalyze each other till they honestly have lost the plot, care for each other in the worst ways possible, have gone through so so so many breakups, would literally ride and die for one another, have broken up the others romantic relationships simply by existing in proximity, cant be without each other or else they legit combust and get private detectives involved, support the others unhealthy attachment styles and harmful addictions, AND have a conjoined balcony. spoiler alert: they THE toxic old men yaoi
any hate on lisa cuddy is purely sexism, she wasn't annoying she just didn't want her doctors committing medical war crimes
the way Neil is canonically super creepy and scary to Jeremy, but Andrew is just some dude
Well, Jeremy is very smart and perceptive because Andrew IS actually just some dude but Neil is a conniving little bitch and a remorseless fucking liar so…
actually as a woman I still think misandry makes you an unpleasant person and if you’re just out there saying shit like “all men should die” or “men’s mental health doesn’t matter” then you’re the type of person I want nothing to do with. also this is not what feminism is about btw, you’re not being a strong girl boss with this ideology, you’re just a bully
remember:
-the idea that women are less capable of abuse than men is an extension of the idea that women are weaker than men.
-the refusal to acknowledge men's mental health and emotions as valid things worthy of support comes from the idea that emotions are inherently feminine in nature and having them is, again, a sign of weakness.
-the treatment of men as generic and expendable and women as special contributes to the idea that women should have less representation because we already "have enough" and "don't need more" and we gotta "even the playing field" or some dumb shit, so any need or want for more attention, regardless of reason, is attributed to "pointless attention-seeking".
-all of this puts trans men in an even more uncomfortable position, because either they're made an exception (because they ~aren't really men~ you see) or they're viewed as self-hating misogynists because why else would you "choose" to be the Trash Gender (tm)?
all of these seemingly pro-women anti-men sentiments stem from beliefs produced and enforced by toxic masculinity; as such, misandry is often really just misogyny in disguise.
adding more onto this:
-the idea that men are inherently terrible only serves to excuse men for being terrible. because, hey, they can't help it, so why bother trying, right? part of holding men accountable for their awful actions is believing they can in fact be better.
-the reason "not all men" is so frustrating to hear is because it's often used in poor faith to derail much needed conversations about toxic masculinity and how it manifests, not because the phrase itself is untrue.
-continuing from the trans men thing, misandry can and does make it harder for trans men to come out, for fear of the aforementioned responses.
-yes, misandry can stem from trauma at the hands of a man. that's understandable, but trauma can reinforce a lot of prejudices, and we all have a responsibility to understand how we come to believe things and mind ourselves accordingly. that doesn't mean you need to hang around men all the time, nor does it mean you're wrong to feel the way you do about what men did to you - it just means recognizing the objective line between fact and feelings, and recognizing that you don't need to conflate the two to validate your feelings. "i am uncomfortable around men because of past experiences shared by a lot of women" is different from "men are all horrible irredeemable pieces of shit and need to die".
tired of people reducing wylan to an innocent, inept child. tired of people reducing jesper to a flamboyant, unserious side character. tired of people reducing kaz to an unfeeling, hyper-competent bully. tired of people reducing inej to a serious, solemn protagonist. tired of people reducing nina to a boy-obsessed, fickle seductress. tired of people reducing matthias to a deadpan, unable-to-laugh old man trapped in a teenage body. tired of the crows being reduced to the simplest character stereotype available.
Kerch, Ghezenism, and the Van Eck Family
The title pretty much sums it up. This is a rather extensive analysis, and to be honest with you all it is 2,500+ words. So get into this absolute beast at your own risk!
~~~
From my experience in this fandom, I've seen it discussed very frequently how important religion is in the Grishaverse. Not only is it very deeply developed, to the point where many of the different countries have unique beliefs - which I'm not sure is seen very often in newer literature - but the various religious systems are also deeply important to many major characters, such as Matthias and Inej. However, one aspect of Grishaverse religions that seems to be overlooked somewhat often is the Kerch religion of Ghezenism. This may just be me, but I have a lot of thoughts on it. A big reason for that is that Wylan is, and always has been, my favorite character, and the culture surrounding Ghezen is actually a very important part of his character for many reasons. When you look into it in the way that I have, you discover that there are a lot of peculiar aspects of Ghezenism that make it stand out, as well as many ties that it has to major aspects of the story.