The Herald & The Souls Of Zaun 💀 (based On Hiremy-Hirschl’s Souls On The Banks Of The Acheron)

thinking about that time i put apple music's french lyrics of chat noir's angsty christmas song into google translate to see what it'd say

na na na na na na na na na na na na na

CAT MAN

you’ve heard of ladynoir reveal scenarios now get ready for…….. ridiculous rena rouge/chat noir reveals drawn at midnight while i was in bed (and this is when rena is like,, a permanent installation on the team because its what she deserves)

rest under the cut

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Another day at the Agreste's...

now that his identity’s been confirmed, i can’t stop thinking about Nathalie overhearing all of Hawkmoth’s LOUD ASS monologues..

It's also fucked up that the first mentors were Snow and his classmates when they were teens like the boys and girls they were going to send to death. Also Snow was the one who mostly contributed to turn the games into a show because even people from the Capital were too disgusted to watch it

The Hunger Games, Actual Teen style!

On the left, 15-year-old Josh Hutcherson.

On the right, 16-year-old Jennifer Lawrence.

Think how much creepier it would be to see them killing other kids when they look so squishy-cheeked and little.

Abraços do Brazil pros Filiprimos 💕💕💕

Do non Brazilians/Filipinos know about Brazilippines…. Brazilians and Filipinos randomly decided that we were two sides of the same coin and have now become besties

I unserstand why seems pointless for some people me figuring out I have Asperger's Syndrome as a young adult, but for me feels like getting rid of a backpack that's been filled for 22 years of words like "freak", "shy", "weird", "nerd", "genius" (yes, beeing the "smart kid" sounds cool, but it's lonely), etc. It's about self acceptance and peace of mind.

I love impressionism bcs that's exactly how I see with my astigmatism

The Pond at Montgeron (1876) by Claude Monet

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

To anyone struggling with vaginism and pelvic pain in general, you can do it. Mostly the posts are very negative, so I wanted to share that I made it. It was hard, but I had a beautiful moment free of pain. Don't give up.