Audra McDonald, Anne Hathaway and Raúl Esparza in Twelfth Night by Brigitte Lacombe, 2009.

inspired by @mercuriian and her lovely prompts for napowrimo! day 13: a poem about an animal 🐍❤️🐍

Sue Zhao

I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

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which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

y- you were putting it in cold water?????

Radish. Answer the question radish.

yeah??? i thought for like. 5 years that ppl just put it in hot water 2 speed up the tea-ification process didn’t realize there was an actual reason

You dont have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes???

[ID: Tags reading “u think i have the patience to boil water wtf ?????” /End ID]

why are you. putting it in the microwave to boil it

Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove

Its takes less than a minute

Bestie is ur stovetop powered by the fucking sun

How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove

Like seven minutes

Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat n it boils in like two minutes… less than that is u use a saucepan…

Crying you’re putting the whole mug on the stove ???? On medium heat???? Ur stove is enchanted

Every single person in this post is a fucking lunatic

Yet another post that reads like four shakespeare characters who come out in the middle of the play to talk about something completely unrelated for comic relief

(Enter RADISHN’T, MOTHMAN MISATO, BOIMG FROG and CATS'N RAINCOATS, stage left. They are having a HEATED DISCUSSION.)

RADISHN’T: Prithee, which one of you had planned to tell

Of diff'rent flavours gained by simple act

Of brewing tea with water hot, not cold?

MOTHMAN: Egad! you poured the water cold? Wherefore?!

FROG: An answer from you, Radish, I must beg.

RADISHN’T: Indeed I did, dear friends - why does this shock?

Without the guide of others I assumed

That heat was merely added for the sake

Of expediting this solution’s brewing!

Half a decade I have spent, or more,

Not questioning this worldview I had made.

In fact, I am myself a bit surprised

That you might think that I, your dearest friend,

Might have a patience of sufficient stock

To wait until a pot of water boils.

FROG: Three minutes overtaxes patience so?

The microwave will beep when it is done!

CATS'N: My friend, this answer vexes me the more!

Can it be true that thou dost boil by nuke?!

FROG: Are you in turn, my friend, so shocked to know

That I have not the patience, like our Root,

To boil upon the stove our favour’d drink?

CATS'N: It takes less than a minute!

FROG: On what plate?

Perhaps your dinner cooks atop the sun?

CATS'N: How long can take your stove to fill the task

Of boiling but a single cup alone?

FROG: In minutes?

CATS'N: Yes!

FROG: I counted seven, once.

CATS'N: Perhaps you ought to have your timepiece checked!

If on a middle heat you place the cup

You soon will have the scalding drink you crave.

Two minutes, in a mug upon the plate

Or even less, if you should have a pot.

FROG: You cause me tears - is this how thou dost live?

You place upon the iron stove a mug?

A mug, ceramic, filled with water cold?

How do these flames, though medium in height,

Not shatter like a glass this fragile thing?

Surely, then, your kitchen is bewitched

With magicks far beyond the mortal ken!

(The FOUR realise they have wandered into the THRONE ROOM. The ROYAL COURT watches with fascination.)

KING: Ev'ry single person in this group must be a fucking lunatic, it seems.

the pride flag industrial complex

but seriously: thinking about how ppl in the west are OBSESSED with symbols and visual indicators and little markers and acknowledgement of identity as a manifestation of marketing and brand culture & as a product of this particular ‘late’ manifestation of capitalism, and how this has affected how we approach the marginalisation of LGBT people and liberation politics as a result

The ever-increasing number of ever more specific flags, the constant arguments and redesigns and all that other bullshit surrounding them has got so ridiculous, I mean I say it all the time that it seems almost completely forgotten that the central point of the communities they were supposed to represent was to unite us by the ways in which we are similarly marginalised, but the endless crap over which specifics people fall under and whether these specific microlabels are perfectly right or you’re an invader for using them and not something almost exactly the same, all this as if it’s the be all and end all of what the community is, it’s a great and terrible example of the signifier eclipsing the signified.

okeefe_artist: A closer look at Miles’s sketchbook from #intothespiderverse for all those who have been asking. #milesmorales #spiderverse #spiderman #sketchbook #graffiti

Thrown Out Of Heaven For The Sin Of Loving Jesus In A Way That’s Not Approved

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Thrown Out Of Heaven For The Sin Of Loving Jesus In A Way That’s Not Approved

I walked into the dive bar down the road yesterday, the floor all wet and muddy from the grime clinging to the men's boots. Jesus was pouring drinks behind the bar - whiskey neats. His hands gripped the bottle hard, the knuckles on his golden hand turned whiter than the snow outside.

I sat at the edge of the bar, away from the crowd, asked for a beer without making eye contact because my mother had told me that if you look at something holy you could go blind from it. When he handed me a bottle he let his fingers linger over mine. My face burned while I stumbled off the dirty barstool and ran into the bathroom in the back.

The cold water I splashed on my face clung to my eyelashes and when I looked in the mirror there was a circle of eyes around my head and two tongues in my mouth.

"Christ," I said, breath leaving my lungs in a rush, "Christ."

And in he walked, through the door that had been locked, standing there in his light wash jeans and combat boots. "You called?" He didn't blink at the crown above my head that was staring him down in every direction, just stared at me like a bruise he wanted to press on. I back up as he walked forward, bumped into the sink behind me and shut my eyes but the ones above me didn't listen and just kept looking at him.

So I had to watch as he slowly put a hand under the back of my tee shirt, placed his palm flat on the middle of my back, and then pulled it back out to show me my blood on his hand. "You don't remember but there should be wings there."

i thought everyone was kind of, a little bit... exaggerating. i had been in love, but it wasn't like that. the world was still just-the-world. the sky was lovelier next to them, yes, but love wasn't the awe i had heard about. it was deft and sly and beautiful - but i was sort of privately scornful of true love as a concept. i thought that poets are often full of drama - i'm a poet, after all. all the crying and sighing and world-shifting. i thought - nobody actually loses their appetite, nobody actually gets butterflies. people like to believe they're in love a lot, and the placebo effect will do things to you. no wonder other people lost sleep - i thought: well, that makes sense for them, but it is not going to happen for me.

and then i met her. and then it was real, and i knew something had opened that could never go back to sleep.

#and it was like i had been using my heart wrong this whole time.#like i'd been fed scraps and now i was given a whole full table from which to eat.#it was like -#oh fuck#i can't write about this#it's too big and there's no words and it just fills up every curve of me.#like - oh#this is why love songs make people cry.#like. this is why people get married (@inkskinned​)

They’re judging you…

Thank you guys so much for all ur positivity towards my Percy design! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!

PATROCHILLES track AU

Jenny Slate, Stage Fright (2019)

Ugly, Bitter, and True by Suzanne Rivecca

John Mulaney on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (2020)

“Robin Williams and Why Funny People Kill Themselves” by David Wong

letters from Medea, salma deera

reylos have their own fandom tag on ao3 it makes me lose my mind.

like can we PLEASE start having this for everything its the funniest shit. or do they only allow that for ships where people feel oppressed for shipping them

is it coz....reylo is not a star wars ship it is abt the archetype they build up "rey" to be and the kind of wank bank brooding hunk they build up "kylo" to be....

star wars was incidental. this could have happened to any other popular franchise with an inexperienced female protagonist and a dark lord but star wars 2015 won that lottery.

kpop in the early 2010’s: this is our boy band called B.A.N.D which means “Boys Are New Dawn” they have 7 members and sing pop songs

kpop now: this is our new boy group called ÆP5TIĒN/D¡DN’T/K1ŁŁ/HIMߣŁF they have 118 members from 13 different countries divided into 15.3 subunits and their leader [NOISE INCONCIEVABLE TO HUMAN EARS] is a cyborg. Their concept is that each member represents an element of the periodic table and their most recent comeback “MALE THOT ANTHEM” is a hyper-experimental hypnotic-noise trap neosoul postpunk new wave fusion r&b ballad and is 80% in English. the twitter fandom for the band is insufferable to deal with and you can pay money to send them hate through an app

this is killing me

i’m literally so fucking stupid. i don’t know why my hypochondriatic ass went on fucking google to google why the fuck i’ve been itching for two days—bitch—it might just be because i’m having a reaction to something, but fucking google wants to go and say, “oh, it’s fucking liver disease!” bitch, so do you know where i’m going right now? i’m going to the fucking ER, because it cannot be liver disease. no, no, no. honestly, like, i just, i just can’t move. get the fuck out of my way, bitch, i’m turning on my hazards. this is ridiculous. this is a fucking emergency—liver disease!—li—google, wh—liver disease? why are you, what? what do you mean? li—oh, no, no no no, not the liver disease, yeah (oh my fucking gosh)