qs reblog sideblog. assorted bric a brac. follows back from @quirinah
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this from the guy who wrote the sting pain index, a scale he constructed after letting himself be stung by insects
My edo period samurai roommate keeps telling me how i’ll bring shame and dishonor to our apartment if I keep forgetting to wash the dishes. Like whatever dude, I’m not the one carrying on a passionate yet illicit affair with the daimyo’s daughter whose hand has already been promised to another.
Thierry Mugler's butterfly dress
Spring 1997
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/hj is the funniest earnest tonetag in the world even without the handjob joke because it's ostensibly meant to clarify tone for autistic people, but the tone it's clarifying is "unreadable level of ambiguous seriousness that requires social context beyond what text can convey /glhffgt"
The two best reasons to ship anything are:
1.Incredible, deep and detailed narrative themes. The parallels that seem to hit just right, the narrative foils that they can be to each other, the intricate dynamic that's both extremely complex and easily understood. The juxtaposition between something that's harsh and undoubtedly toxic, with the softer undertones, the parts where you read in-between the lines and find a mutual feeling of loneliness from both parts, their intrinsic understanding of each other comes from the mere fact that they're each others mirrored reflections and shadows. In the end both sides will be together forever, and you as an audience can clearly see their tragedy laid out before in a path that blurs pure anguish and tender romance
2.It would be so fucking funny
WAY TO GO ME!!, getting lost for a month and then coming back with more of my loadouts (im doing loadout and icon commissions, just pm me. trying not to starve in this cruel world and all)
My journey thru my kid’s Paw Patrol phase via posts from my Bluesky account.
It's said that the people of Arca's cries of despair echoed to the heavens, begging to be freed from their pain, and yet no one came. Only a phoenix burning just as bright as the red sun soared through the glowing metropolis, cackling a feverish laugh as the flames spread.
No one survived, the magic that the grand city once revered for forgotten to time.
highschool comes around and johnny gets put kicking and screaming into AP lit bc hes posessed by an anvil from the 1400s who has hardwired shakespeare into his brain since age 12 and the gang makes fun of him relentlessly
okay heres ONE (1) more gijinka dump and then im taking a break For Real This Time, Definitely, I Promise
i adore being confronted with the staggering breadth of what individual people can get obsessed with. there's nothing better than having That One Mutual with an advanced degree in ancient greek tragedy who writes minecraft youtube fanfiction to remind you that anyone can love anything
I'll replace the banner with something other than the cat with his little ikea rat sometime maybe. lol