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very quick VERY rough very very very self indulgent doodles… i will accept no criticisms on this 🙏

“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

LISA FRANKENSTEIN: A PROFILE

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

High fives all around, friends. If we’ve accomplished nothing else today, we still have this.

I feel the need to add this

Death Of The Author is out, Bullying Of The Author Out Of A Forum About Their Own Work is in

Smoshblr come get your shirts

god i hope they release a ‘why we’re bad at dating’ finale titled ‘why were good at dating’ and talk a little about the shourtney story i’d cry

seashell teapots.

suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

So I was thinking how awesome it would be to get a Klaine mug and then feelings attacked

your man doesn’t have the mental strength to caramelize onions 

your man thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions

Who’s fucking carmelizing onions?

Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?

do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions

your man thinks caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions

this woman keeps forgetting he is a mass murdering criminal. To be fair he calls her ma'am and looks at her like she is everything with his big brown eyes. She also said "he can't go to general pop that's full of criminals"...my sweet darling Karen...

gifs by; kastlenetwork

“you have to stop buying every mug you think is cute” what’s that? i can’t hear you over the sound of all my mugs clinking together in the cabinet as i try to find space for this new mug i bought

My constant struggle when writing PWP

are we gonna have a problem?

People who are scared of the idea of more Supernatural. What exactly are you afraid of. Sam with a slightly better hairline? Cas going to mega superhell? Blurry wife is actually Eileen's sister? They'll murder Dean again?

Some of you are still not getting this.

For the destiel shippers out there: Dean Winchester dies bloody and alone and drives around for decades and doesn’t give a shit about seeing Cas even knowing he’s in heaven somewhere—which was the ending of the actual show—is zero amount less horrifying than Dean Winchester alive and the exact same thing happens.

The worst most terrible shit ending that could happen to Dean has already happened. Anything, literally anything, that Jackles throws on the screen will be better than Dean’s current canonical end. If it’s a shitshow it will be an equal or lesser shitshow to the current ending. There’s literally nothing to lose.

after arouind 9pm all music sounds better and all fanfic reads better BUT all thoughts become 97% less reliable. trust me im science

i have been informed this is called being "tired." but i am rejecting this hypothesis due to i am science

i woulda survived the movie Carrie because i simply wouldn’t have bullied her.

me eating my prom meal while everybody is getting mass murdered because they couldn’t leave that poor girl alone

Ok, but the thing was she didn’t just kill people that bullied her, she murdered everyone at the prom. Remember what happened to that one teacher that was and helped her? So if you were at the prom you would have died.

no me and carrie see each other so she woulda let me live. rip to yall but i’m different