They/Them | “You may forget, but let me tell you this: someone, in some future time, will remember us.” - Sappho
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I know this is a tired, (hopefully) well-known idea, but it bears repeating.
The idea that “money doesn’t buy happiness” most often comes from a place of inherent privilege and comfort.
Sure, money doesn’t buy “happiness”, but it can buy that set of markers you’ve been eying, or a new sketchbook because your old one is finally out of space, or a tablet and pen because you’ve really been wanting to try out digital art.
It can buy piping tips and bags, new cake pans, cupcake liners, food coloring that you’re sure will give you the right result this time—
It can buy books, video games and gaming systems, candles and face masks, nail polish and makeup, cosplay material, and more.
It can buy a vacation to that one place that’s been of your bucket list for years, or dinner with friends, or a plane ticket so you can go home for Christmas this year.
It can buy the basic fucking necessities of life—food, water, housing, clothing, education, etc. I don’t know about you, but knowing that I can feed myself tomorrow, or for the next week, or for the next month makes me pretty damn happy.
You may not need money to be happy, but you sure as hell need hobbies, and people, and a roof over your head, and sustenance.
Don’t be ignorant.
“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”
I’ve discovered, during my many firefly-catching excursions, that if I use my phone flashlight to see them, they will flee rapidly away from me.
I was going to mock this, as it’s basically a giant firefly, but then I realized that if an enormous human randomly spawned from the dead of night and began chasing me, I too would Usain-fucking-Bolt in the opposite direction.
Okay, so Jason’s alive, right? Duh. Dug himself out of his grave, yada, yada, yada…
But…what about his grave?
Like, it still has to be there right? To the public, Jason’s still dead, so it would be extremely suspicious if word got out that Bruce Wayne had removed his beloved late son’s grave. Total front-page-worthy scandal.
What I’m saying is: Jason Todd absolutely has a photo of himself posing in front of his own grave, Grant-Gustin-style.
It’s framed.
i am very brave but more than that i am sleepy
You come to understand when working with small children that you will never be truly prepared for the crazy bullshit they will pull.
Today I had a group of children create a new language and begin what I believe to have been a summoning ritual.
It had only been ten minutes.
At my work, there are two different sizes of burger patty, meaning that it is a completely normal occurrence to hear someone shout about “needing big meat” from across the kitchen
I would make a terrible witness/accomplice to a crime, because my brain does not compute what other people are saying like 50% of the time. Someone will say something to me offhandedly and I’ll have to ask them to repeat themself like 5 times. So if the police showed up asking me about someone’s criminal plan, I’d be completely useless because there is a high chance that I was in “smile-and-wave” mode while they were explaining it to me.
“Sweetie, that’s a mass murderer.”
To ✨y o u✨
To ✨m e✨, he’s babygirl
Happy Ides of March, everyone. RIP the Slut himself
this was on a post about julius caesar
i woke up at 3:30 AM for no reason and i've never lived in the midwest but i'm considering making snickers salad because i saw a tumblr post about it
I've done a lot of thinking about it and I'm still glad Sir Nighteye died
“You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”
- Nick Carraway
Passed a billboard and I now want nothing more than to meet the person who thought it’d be a good idea to name their business “Uranus Fudge Factory”
Say what you want about them, but the Wilson family has i m p e c c a b l e taste in aliases.
Ravager? Deathstroke? Jericho? Twilight? Terminator? Legacy? Respawn? (I got half of these from the wiki, so don’t come after me if they’re wrong.)
Unbelievably badass.
"oh sorry, i guess i was infodumping again" - sad, shy, apologetic
"you sly dog, you got me monologuing" - cool, strong, confident
Why is AO3 always fully funded you ask? Because AO3 goes down unexpectedly on a Friday night and everyone loses their goddamn minds. Who are we without AO3 but shells of ourselves?
The one good thing to come from the Velma show is that now everyone is watching and appreciating the master piece that is Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated
Ultimate uno reverse is when you're an author writing angst and you hurt your own feelings
Me, holding up my favorite characters: These are my dumbass children. They are so very stupid and I love them so very much.
Tip from a history nerd: If you’ve forgotten the first name of a male historical figure and he is from England or the U.S, there is an 80% chance it’s John
The Mario movie has led to my discovery of Bowuigi…I have feelings—
fictional characters: *exist*
me:
game theory: the character you like is actually evil, and everything you know is a lie
film theory: can you survive popular franchise? probably not,
food theory: the absolute corporate ASSHAT CLOWNS in the food industry are LYING PIECES OF SHIT here's some tips on anarchist mutual aid-
gtlive: my marriage is better than yours. also fuck jason
yeah yeah opening a fic and "he would not fucking say that" but what about you open the fic and "he would fucking say that". what about that pure feeling of euphoria when it's exactly right the way you like it
i am plagued by silly character loving thoughts