@leithlovesyou / leithlovesyou.tumblr.com
caving as an extreme sport is sooo unfathomable to me why are u as a creature of the daylight doing that. were u born without the dread in ur bones or something
come 9 year olds let us sleep in the hell fissures where time goes to suffocate
Genuinely, I don’t know how else to get the word out, but I feel like if your home-cooked dinners don’t taste right, you're missing either paprika, sugar, butter, or chicken bouillon.
Still not right? It might be missing one of these: Mustard powder, soy sauce, fish sauce, vinegar. MSG. Ketchup. Mushroom powder. Maple syrup. Honey.
When it comes to cooking meat, I have been missing coriander for YEARS its so so so underrated
what if you’re giving birth to twins and it’s the end of daylights savings day and the older twin was born first but the second twin travels back in time and is born an hour before the first twin, would that be fucked up or what.
This is like one of those riddle-of-the-Sphinx loopholes, like “I can only be defeated by a younger brother who is first born of his family” and this clown rolls up like “BUDDY, HAVE I GOT A STORY FOR YOU…”
He is tired...
We all tired...
do you think the birth families of the jedi mourned when they heard the news about order 66. do you think they worried and that they weeped when the clone wars began and they heard that their children were going off to fight in it. do you think they looked at their calendars and kept track of how old their children had become every birthday. do you think they knew that their child was only 10 when they were murdered during order 66. do you think any jedi went out to find their birth parents after losing the only family they really knew. do you think any families sheltered other escaping jedi, knowing what likely happened to their own. do you think the families cried. do you think they mourned. do you think, even though they hadn't seen their children in years... they still weeped?
More Carrion AU from @polarspaz !!
I was working on this a while ago but was hating my rendering, but now I render differently and I think it looks a lot better now! Also, I added neck scratches cuz I feel like he picks his skin...totally not projecting 👀
(also there is a hidden Batman, see if you can find him)
OHHH MYY GOOODDDDD!! A NEW, AMAZING DRAWING from @pengold!! You spoil me rotten! I love ALL OF THIS! The details on the camera, the crows, the marks on Tim's skin, the bros in the background, the dust particles on the air!!! (THE COLORS) AGHHH IT'S. SOO. GOOD! You seriously inspire me! thank you again for sharing this!! ( ༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ )
Is it really choir sheet music if it isn't a photocopy that says "do not photocopy this copyrighted material" at the bottom?
Ko-fi thank-you sentences for qwertynerd97; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids. (( chrono || non-chrono ))
A week later, Kara’s out in one of the back fields with Kal sitting in her lap. He’s playing with his little stuffed dog, and she’s alternating between repeating alien words–kuh-ow. chee-ken. brekk-fist. lun-chuh. sup-purr. suh-nack. pye.–and telling him Kryptonian stories. He doesn’t seem interested in either, but he stays in her lap, at least. Mostly.
He’s been trying to walk, lately. He hasn’t made it more than a couple of steps so far, but he’s been trying all the same, and he usually laughs when he falls.
Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor didn’t see his first one.
She keeps expecting him to cry for them, to turn inconsolable and miserable, but he hasn’t yet. He cries for her, sometimes, and sometimes wants Ma or Pa, but . . .
But not for them, as far as she can tell.
Does he even remember them, she wonders? Even now? She knows he won’t when he’s older, but she’d thought . . . she’d thought he would, at least for a little while longer.
She’d thought . . .
She’s not a very good “Kent”, she thinks. She’s trying, but there’s a lot more to farming than she ever realized before. Feeding the animals and weeding the garden and making "bray-edd" and hauling heavy things and moving things around the fields.
She sweeps a lot, now that they’ve got a new broom. Dusts things, sometimes. Washes dishes–by hand, which is not even something she knew people did–and plays with Kal and tells him stories and watches the viewscreens with him, sometimes.
And listens, sometimes, when Ma or Pa read to him from their paper records and show him the images inside.
She wishes she understood the stories.
She wishes her parents weren’t dead.
She wishes a lot of things these days, but none of the most important ones will ever happen. She might understand Ma and Pa’s stories, one day, but she’ll never wake up to her mother and father telling her it was all just a bad dream. All just a mistake. All just . . .
She’ll never go home again, and home will never be there to go home to either.
Nothing of anyone she’s ever known, anything she’s ever known is left, and it’s only her and Kal and a few crystals and the wreckage of their ships.
Nothing else.
Nothing else ever again.
She doesn’t cry about it, this time, but she will later. When Kal can’t see her do it.
She needs to smile for him until then, though.
“Kuh-ow. Chee-ken. Brekk-fist. Lun-chuh. Sup-purr. Suh-nack. Pye,” she repeats to herself over and over, but she still can’t get the accent right.
Kal isn’t listening to the stories anyway.
They’re just . . . stories, now. Nothing else. Stories to tell a child who isn’t even listening.
Not their lives.
“Kuh-ow. Chee-ken. Brekk-fist. Lun-chuh. Sup-purr. Suh-nack. Pye–”
“Pie!”
Kara . . . blinks, slowly.
“Pie! Pie!”
She doesn’t look down at Kal, but his little voice is unmistakable anyway. The aliens’ voices are flat and dull in her ears, every time, but his isn’t.
His might just be the only voice left in the universe that isn’t, she thinks distantly.
She doesn’t cry about it. Not yet.
Kal needs to see her smiling.
.
.
.
She does cry, later. For a long time, she cries. Only once Kal can’t see her, and muffled into silence against her pillow in the dark, but . . . but she still cries.
She can’t do anything else.
His first word wasn’t even Kryptonian.
i need to know what the masses say. no nuance no mitigating factors. in a vacuum. generic sports team.
Pride season is approaching and if I hear ANYONE speak poorly of bisexual women with boyfriends/husbands I’ll pop all your tires okay thx for listeninggg <3
Same goes for bi men in relationships with women, kthxbye
outfit change ;)
yall realize you can criticize religion without like. making fun of people for having things that are sacred and holy to them right.
not to be that guy but theres a huge difference between "this religion and it's practitioners has aspects that warrant criticism" and "lmao look at them believing in things" . its one thing to call out the toxicity and spread of dangerous information in, as an example, pagan communities. it is an entirely separate thing to make fun of pagans for what they find sacred and important to their lives, even if it doesnt make sense to you.
Role swap au. Cass post resurrection. She goes by Wraith now. Doesn't murder anyone, but does wear a helmet. Crowbars to head aren't very fun, she found
Where would you rather live? Assume each house has fully working and reliable utilities (internet, cell service, power, etc) and the same cost of living
A busy city miles* from the nearest nature
A forest miles* from the nearest stores or restaurants
(*a ten minute drive)
(*a ten minute drive)
im glad elves arent real because if i was in a bad enough mood and i had to talk to an elf i would definitely have punched a hole in drywall by now
to all my mutuals and friends. im so sorry
