cosmictuesdays
gwendolenau
Spike - Angel the series
It’s really too bad he stopped wearing makeup and nail polish. Never mind any and every chance to buck gender expectations and performative masculinity - just imagine the very different and equally delightful bonding moments with Fred and Lorne over war paint and putting on your face to take on the world.
slenderdorf
While the new Forgotten Beast, Bobe, prowls around downstairs (yay for massive fucking tarantulas) I dig out a dog pit because for some reason those losers are taking way too fucking long to set up that goddamn bridge.
The dogs and their puppers take to their new room pretty easily. Meanwhile, downstairs –
Bobe, the Massive Fucking Spider, scares the ever loving shit out of a few monster hunters. I don’t think you have to be arachnophobes to find Bobe a wee bit intimidating.
GOD
FUCKING
DAMN IT.
Luckily for us, dogs are not afraid of spiders, and promptly go fuck Bobe up.
produdfctititty
anonbea
My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.
“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“
This is a very important lesson to learn
kaelio
fic version Parmak who is … how did i describe
Kelas was honest, and sensible, and deeply loyal, but not exactly sycophantic.
ahh that’s right. also he’s kind of a janked up bastard. i extremely wanted to write him this way (there are reasons it doesn’t match ASIT). godspeed, kelas, you’re not wrong and you’re gonna get all the best lines
(I haven’t specified if they’re wearing shoes yet, I sort of like the idea they don’t. but I have tried to worldbuild for fun logic and not illustrative preference. oh well, i can draw fancy feet.)
ilikeprettyclothes
Halloween Eve #ootd.
#myoutfits #ootdsocialclub #psootd #nzstylecurvettes #vivienofholloway #missfortune #tealhairdontcare #kenzie
https://www.instagram.com/p/BpjSAQbFUvU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12b2h6vteg4j0
unrulyhedge
celiaequus-deactivated20220130
The world has fallen into ruin. Most countries have turned to anarchy, and those that haven’t are close to it. The greatest politicians have long stopped trying to help, knowing it’s useless. The people resign themselves to their fate, until one fateful day, he comes back. The one who would never give them up, never let them down.
Give the prompter an award.
moist-rosebud
theswahn
So right now there are pretty crazy right-wing nationalist sexists in Japan. They’re dressing up in WWII military outfits, they’re standing outside of Korean schools (in Japan) shouting that Koreans should be killed, and just generally being horrible human beings. For reasons unknown, the Japanese police haven’t done anything to stop them, and when people get physical with the right-wingers and a fight breaks out, it’s not the right-wing people who get punished.
Yakuza, for those who don’t know, is the name for the world of Japanese gangs, commonly known for being covered in tattoos. A few retired yakuza members (most of whom are notoriously and vocally conservative) got tired of this extreme right wing BS. They believe that picking on people who are weaker than you, like the children at the Korean schools or refugees, is embarrassing, and not something to be proud of. They want these right wingers to man up (the group is almost entirely men) and shut up.
These old retired yakuzas start showing up at the right wing protests and intimidate the hell out of these guys. When they feel like it, they’ll use physical force too. The police don’t mess with the yakuza so these right wing protesters become human punching bags. All their talk of killing Koreans or their superiority to just about everyone flies out the window when these gangsters roll up.
It started with only one or two yakuza who were bored and fed up, but more and more started to come. They started training in boxing and street fighting, and wouldn’t you know it…the number of right wing protesters got less and less.
Then, people of other walks of life joined in too. With the yakuza throwing the police off, professors could join by writing about the issues profusely. Suddenly a ton of otakus joined too, using their art and community to protest. They’d show up in droves and stand behind the muscle (yakuza) and make a ton of noise. They literally staged an “otakus against racists” rally.
Slowly, the protests have seen the right wing attendance drop more and more and I am living for these “manly men” being trashed by retired gangsters and fans of Love Live.
First, I’d like the extreme right wing to gtfo
Second, I’d like a manga, then an anime, about these yakuza who befriended professors and otakus to fight neo-nazis. K? cool.
watch as certain types of manga start being extremely hostile to yakuza and otaku types, and yes i am absolutely thinking of SNK and its ilk
cranquis
mdrambles
Let me tell you a story about a little dude that was on our pediatric surgery team a while back: he was a chunky monkey with cheeks for days and he was always quite cheerful when we went in to see him despite all the drains and IVs he had going on.
Because of all these said tubes as well as some lingering abdominal pain, he couldn’t move around too much and spent most of his time lying on his back or side. Both his chubby little arms were stuck in “no-no”s (which are basically loose removable arm splints to prevent babies and little kids from kinking their IVs). He would therefore indicate interest by holding out his foot to point at things.
Whenever I walked in, he would point to something with his foot and sometimes wave it around a little bit if he was feeling particularly enthused. One day, I playfully said, “Well buddy I guess you must be asking for a high-five!” and high-fived his foot. He giggled and put the opposite foot out for me to give a second high-five, and would occasionally put both feet up for a full high-ten for the rest of the encounter.
Every time he saw me after that, he would hold out his foot for a high-five and would give me the hugest grin and some giggles when he received it.
His first birthday rolled around a few days before he was finally discharged. At our hospital, the child life staff make huge banners to go on kids’ doors for their birthdays that their families, friends, and care teams can sign.
I drew him a little footprint and signed it “<3, Dr. Sabrina”.
Now, just the memory of the encouragement and the brightness of this little guy’s high five makes me think about a few important things:
russianwholesomeness
officialdorfkind
excuse
What happened, cat?
could youm spare a moment of your time for someone very rond and thorsté ?
of course cat. have some milk
ladyyatexel
anthropwashere
Them: I love this story! I want more!
Me: I want more, too!
Them: …aren’t you the author?
Me:
#Relatable
Same, dude. Same.
How dare you call me out like this
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