and a nice post, to balance that one out:

yesterday I saw a buddhist monk who was quite clearly just doing some shopping, with a couple if magazines in a plastic bag, and it was kinda awesome to see that cause even in shanghai you don’t see a lot of buddhist monks and when you do they’re usually asking for money

(he was kinda cute too)

sometimes i wish people would invite me to their goddamn parties

not that i’m necessarily that much fun when i’m there, so i get why they don’t

aduii:

going through marina’s twitter rn and 

“You know you should get off the internet when your eyeballs start to fall out of your head”

homleschapel:

summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell

shikajika:

ive finally found the symbol that fits my gender

I think after I write this Lydia/Laura fic and maybe the sequel then I will finally be done with teen wolf and I can go back to staying way far away from western tv fandoms

but I absolutely have to at least finish this and start the sequel bc how often do you get the chance to title something ‘interpretive necromancy and you’

i hope all of you are up for creepy revenge-tastic Lydia/resurrected!Laura, bc in a few days that is exactly what you’ll be getting

guardiankarenterrier:

ectoweenie:

guardiankarenterrier:

I’m still holding out for a heeeeerooo vettechDanny

do you have any idea how much shit he could excuse with that job

‘why are you home two hours late bleeding and covered in cuts’

‘…angry cat’

‘two hours late’

‘really angry cat’

friend i have no idea what vet techs do ur gonna have to make that happen on ur own time while i enjoy the fruits of ur labors

(i hope he gets along very well with dogs especially)

let’s put it this way that wasn’t a random example, I am a vet tech and came home in high school once hours late and bloody just ‘hon why are you late’

‘rabies decapitation’

‘oh okay’

jesus christ I could have been axe-murdering people in retrospect no one ever, ever checked these things

plus I always read things where scars/injuries/etc blow Danny’s secret and end up just staring at my arms going ‘uhhhh’ because so many scars, constant bruises, and I heal really frickin’ fast so if anyone asks what’s up with the injuries I’m always just like “I’m secretly a superhero” and I find the idea of just casually saying that when it’s true really hilarious

(of course he gets along with dogs Cujo’s gonna get friiiiiieeends)

do i write the resurrection scene or do i gloss over it because i can’t make it sound monster-y enough

okayophelia:

just having a meltdown with mae about the squandered potential of tom riddle, vicious half-mad mudblood child genius who commandeered all of slytherin house to his own will and could have torn apart the old world order from within, and eventually emerge as a living self-made monstrous bastardized god who was finally destroyed by his own mythology

but

instead became a pawn and a slave to the ideologies he utilized to gain power and fizzled out in pathetic obsession with harry potter

then again

don’t forget he essentially destroyed the pureblood nobility

(got them to kill each other over not being pure enough)

and the ones who survived are ruined forever one way or another

the-lonely-scottish-guy:

‘stop being overdramatic’ they say

‘i dont know what you mean’ i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist

you ever start writing a thing and then go ‘…this would be 500x better as an animated film’