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allbuthuman · 2 years
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all of my problems would be solved if i had a rocking chair
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smolpoe · 2 months
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to any healthcare workers out there who wear bras - what are we wearing under our hospital scrubs?
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desolationlesbian · 1 year
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The butch lesbian/trans man "funky printed button down" stereotype is true but you must understand that the men's section of so many clothing stores is a bleak and miserable place. Clothing manufacturers are simply convinced that no one who wears men's clothes wants anything besides the most boring outfits possible. Often stripes are the most exciting it gets. If you want to wear clothing designed for men but happen to like "color" and "joy" in your life then often the funky printed button down or the hawaiian shirt are simply your only options, especially off the clearance rack.
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la-cocotte-de-paris · 8 months
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I can still only think about those 1950s Dior sunglasses for sale in that vintage shop...
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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Jack and Maddie Fenton got in trouble with CPS after Danny's accident. The portal was shut down, Vlad was deemed mentally unfit to adopt, and Danny and Jazz were adopted by a kind farming couple in Kansas.
Danny and Jazz kept Danny's powers a secret from the Kents, as the Anti-Ecto Acts were still in effect (they were one of the first laws abolished with the initiation of Meta Rights) and they didn't expect a farmer couple to readily accept a superpowered teen.
Then Clark crashed into their life.
Danny loved being a big brother, and when Clark started showing powers? Danny refused to let him think he was alone.
Clark was taught how to fly from his big brother Danny. Clark was taught strength control and how to control his power from Danny.
Danny ended up being Smallville's local Engineer, giving up going to college so that Clark could go. Farming didn't pay a lot, and they'd only saved up for one kid, really. Danny couldn't get a scholarship, his grades weren't good enough. Jazz did get a scholarship, so he didn't have to worry about her.
So Danny stays on the farm, inventing a million odd little things until the Kent farm is the best defended farm in the world.
And Clark...Clark feels guilty. He feels like he robbed his big brother's chance at higher education.
Then Clark meets Batman.
Batman, who is Bruce Wayne's sugar baby.
Bruce Wayne, who has a lot of grants and scholarships to get people into college.
Batman stops Superman mid-pitch and leaves, only to return with Green Arrow.
"No Supers allowed in Gotham, talk to Green Arrow about grants."
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aceofbooks · 1 year
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OMT: "Use a TV tray if you're going to insist on working from the couch, that way it's at least not as much of a strain on your back."
Me to myself: "I insist on working from the couch because the standard heights of tables/desks and chairs are not conducive to all of *gestures* this. But fine. I'll get the damn TV tray."
Me, after using the TV tray: "Okay, long term definitely not ideal but it's fine for now. However, sitting up so straight with no support does create a demand on my back that I'm not used to and I need a solution."
Me, to my cat: "I'm going to have to fight you for that boyfriend pillow aren't I?"
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stevebabey · 26 days
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"Alright, here we go!" The bartender announces, leaning up to place the drinks on the bar.
"That's one whiskey, neat—" He says, sliding the lowball cocktail glass with amber liquid in front of Eddie.
"—And one Whammin' Slammin' Booty-Bangin' Pina Colada."
He places the extravagant cocktail in front of Steve. It's decorated to the nines with a straw, an umbrella, a piece of pineapple, and a little bit of tinsel on a toothpick. A whole party decoration in a drink.
"You guys have a good night." The bartender says warmly, already moving down the bar to tend to other customers.
Eddie stares down at the whiskey in the glass before him and pouts a little. Beside him and watching his boyfriend closely, Steve rolls his eyes.
"Oh, quit being dramatic," Steve says, sliding the cocktail across the bar so it's in front of Eddie, who had ordered it. He steals the glass of whiskey back at the same time.
"It happens every time."
"It happens most times."
"That isn't much better!" Eddie protests, even as he leans down and takes a long sip from the straw while they both get to their feet and leave the bar. Steve's hunting for a table they can snag, his eyes narrowed in focus. Eddie follows him blindly, his cocktail cupped in both hands.
"I'm serious, Steve! What is it about this adorable face—" He says, gesturing to himself, barely letting go of the straw to talk. It doesn't seem to faze him that Steve doesn't even glance back. "—Says I don't want to enjoy a Whammin' Bammin' Big Booty Colada?"
Steve comes to a stop, pausing his search for a moment to look back at Eddie. His expression seems unimpressed on the surface but Eddie can see his lips twitching up at the corners.
"We've had this conversation too many times, babe." He sighs halfheartedly and takes a quick sip of his own whiskey, eyes casting back out across the bar. "You have scary dog energy, you know this. You specifically dress like this on purpose."
Eddie picks up the pineapple wedged on the edge of his glass and bites into it, sending it down with another sip of his cocktail as Steve leads them further into the back of the bar. He finally spots a spare empty table.
"C'mon, I think I found one." Steve urges, one hand snaking back to make sure Eddie's following.
"Is it a crime to wish to not fall victim to stereotypes?" Eddie prattles on, following Steve duly by slipping his hand into Steve's outstretched one. His cocktail wobbles precariously as he takes another gulp.
"Like when that waitress gave me your awful black coffee! And you got my delicious delicacy that I paid extra hard-earned money for..."
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i like to think that when steve and eddie go out, people always lean into their assumptions and are like hmm ok preppy boy with the polo? oh he gets the fruity cocktail! and eddie is always like >:( i don't want this expensive puddle of piss gimme the bonanza supreme cocktail pls. like excuse me i paid for that.
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chalkrub · 7 days
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been doodling some bri'ish wildlife - love seeing these guys. because they are the classics aren't they?
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so sorry to keep talking about my tits but like. they definitely got bigger outta nowhere which doesn't make any sense bc I haven't gained any weight, I actually just went down a size so like???
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sharkrocket · 7 months
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Daniil only fans except all the posts are just like this
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unipacas · 10 months
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been thinking about them so much......divorced co-parents......
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canisalbus · 3 months
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sorry im emotonal and going off of the other asks sent about machete and just i need to stress how beautiful it is to me that machete sees himself so undeserving of love and affection and feeling as if vasco's too good for him but despite all that he is so incredibly devoted to vasco and loving towards him (in his own way) but is so incredibly clear to anyone with eyes that just how in love he is with vasco. like it's not done out of a "oh god please never realize that you're too good for me here here let me overdo it with the affection" its done with the "i love you, and will always love you, no matter what happens to us or separates us, and i will give it to you as long as i am able, and if you ever leave, i won't be okay, but will still love you, and want you happy". like he doesn't use his own feelings of being undeserving taint his love or the way he loves for vasco, and it's so, so beautiful
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im-yotsu · 5 months
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I need an intervention to make me stop drawing him
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somecunttookmyurl · 1 year
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insurance makes sense on a conceptual level but in reality insurance companies turn decently huge profits by a) relying on things not happening, which they mostly don't b) ensuring things mostly don't happen by exluding anything that might make "things happening" more likely and stacking it in their favour and then c) finding any excuse and loophole possible to not cover you if anything ever does happen
like. insurance would be good if it wasn't managed by insurance companies
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justrustandstardust · 3 months
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geto, gojo and the sun ☼
it’s pretty well established that geto and gojo are the suns of each other’s worlds. we know, and are reminded regularly, that the sun is a consistent motif in their relationship. despite this, the metaphor actually runs much deeper than what we see on the surface.
geto associates gojo with the rising sun. in the opening sequence, all of his moments with gojo are dappled with streaks of sunlight. when they’re on the bike, when they’re walking through jujutsu tech, when they’re poking each other’s faces or getting stuff from the vending machine— it’s all so bright.
for geto, gojo is the rising sun that parts his clouds, literally exemplified in the ending sequence when geto is impatiently waiting for gojo in the rain. not only does gojo bring an umbrella, (which he himself doesn’t need) after he picks up geto, they walk together into the sunlight. like a cloudy night, geto waits for the sun to return every morning.
contrarily, gojo associates geto with the setting sun. when they break up in front of the KFC, the sun is setting around them. gojo’s eyes, which usually shine so brightly in the sunlight, are dampened by the waning rays of the sun. in gojo’s memory of the breakup, there’s no sun at all— it’s completely grey.
for gojo, geto is like the setting sun in that no matter how far he extends his hand, he’ll never reach him (as mentioned in the light novel). gojo can only watch as geto slips into the horizon, bidding him farewell at every dusk as he takes all the light with him, leaving gojo alone in the night.
when gojo meets geto at the end of his life, the sun has almost completely set. as he’s dying, geto is illuminating the vestiges of the last sunny day gojo will ever have. the sun sets for the last time, and geto slips through his hands even as gojo uses them to kill him.
what’s interesting here is that both of them associate each other with the same thing. geto is the center of gojo’s universe, and vice versa. the setting sun becomes the rising sun— they're an ouroboros, cycling through day and night as one.
suns are also solitary creatures, doomed to be alone whilst being the most powerful thing in the universe. we need the sun to survive, but we can’t get too close or we’ll die. we can only admire the sun from afar, basking in its rays on the condition that we can never openly embrace its warmth.
i'm reminded of a tolstoy quote that speaks to the nature of the sun as a literary motif:
"he stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."
the sun is always around us, even if we can’t see it directly. geto and gojo may be apart, hidden by clouds or the horizon, but like the sun, they remain at the center of each other’s worlds— steadfast, ever-present and never waning.
(credit to @serenan2d on tiktok for providing the initial analysis that inspired this post. check her out, she’s amazing)
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drbtinglecannon · 6 months
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I don't really like posting pics, but I recently got fleece lined leggings and a variety pack of fishnets to wear over them, and the green pair perfectly matches the lunar moths skirt I bought from @mayakern ! My necklace is also the same shade of green with blue accents, so my color coordination was off the charts today haha
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