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tazmiilly · 1 year
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check paid. thesis rejected. dennys.
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darkwingsnark · 1 year
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“And get rejected? Fat chance at that!” The behemoth removed his glasses, rubbing between the brim of his snout. He looked drained, when an idea suddenly struck him. He perked up, smiling down at his advisor. “I could kidnap him! Can’t reject a guy if you just take ‘em– that’s my whole shtick!” 
SAME MAN I WAS BEFORE: CHAPTER 7
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thothxv · 13 days
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This just in: the fandom harasses the one of the best fan artists in the community out of making fan art altogether.
Film at 11.
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snovyda · 1 year
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The Oscars: We are apolitical! We can't allow any reminder that Ukraine exists!
Also the Oscars: (give award to a documentary glorifying a russian white supremacist)
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A true achievement for the russian "opposition", they can proudly go back to doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to actually fight their fascist regime, but now they're going to be even more obnoxious about it.
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bloodfreak-boyking · 3 months
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*sighs* its been 1 0 days since our last 'how to look at your brother' incident
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defectivehero · 2 years
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The hero is tired. Then again, what else is new? They’re always tired- it’s in the job description. After all, they’re often roused in the middle of the night because a villain is wreaking havoc on the city. If they’re lucky, the hero is simply woken by their own nightmares. Regardless, they get little time to themselves and even littler sleep.
Lack of sleep is an everyday occurrence for the hero. When they walk into work that morning, they push their exhaustion to the side like always and resume work. They fight villains, apprehend thieves, help citizens. All in a day’s work. For a while, the hero almost fools themselves. They almost forget their exhaustion and fatigue. Almost. 
It all comes to a close about five minutes before the hero is scheduled to go home. The villain is lurking on some high building a few miles away and the hero is assigned to go fight them, retrieve them, do whatever heroes are supposed to do. Admittedly, the hero isn’t entirely clear on what their mission is. They stopped listening to their boss after they heard “Here’s the plan.” 
The hero gets to the rooftop within ten minutes. They’re definitely not breaking any records for speed, but at least they’re present. The villain turns around upon hearing the door slam behind them. Their enemy grins, gesturing widely with their arms and saying something that gets entirely lost in the brisk wind. The hero just sighs under their breath, bends down to assume a fighting position and blocks the villain’s blows. 
The villain is particularly fast today. The hero is only really able to fight defensively, as they’re expending all their energy trying to keep their enemy at bay. Perhaps the villain takes notice of this, because they cackle and somehow manage to increase their speed. The hero has to put all their concentration towards not being hit, which proves to be an increasingly difficult task. 
A siren sounds on the street below. The noise wouldn’t even reach their ears on a typical day, but today, the hero stops for a moment. They tear their eyes away from the villain and that is their fatal mistake, because, in their distraction, the villain strikes. Before the hero can take another breath, there’s suddenly a knife lodged between their ribs. 
The hero stumbles a bit, suddenly feeling off balance. There's a faint rushing sound in their ears and their breaths feel harsher and more labored. They look down at their chest with wide eyes, watching as their shirt slowly turns more crimson. The world around them suddenly feels far more topsy turvy.
“You were supposed to dodge that,” a strained voice that must be the villain’s sounds. The hero is certain they’ve never heard their enemy sound so bothered before. Unfortunately, that’s the least of their concerns. The knife is ripping pain out of them, drawing a strangled gasp out of their throat.
“S-sorry,” the hero chokes out, for some reason. Admittedly, they’re not at all sure why they’re apologizing for getting stabbed. Their mind is far from clear, however, as pain, confusion, and weariness battle for prominence. They fall to a kneeling position and place a hand on the ground, trying to fight off the swirls dancing over their vision. Their free hand trembles as they reach to grasp the knife.
“Don’t pull it out!” The villain’s exclamation makes them flinch so hard that they nearly fall over. The hero looks up, only to find their enemy staring down at them. There’s an annoyed expression on their face. “Gods, you’re so stupid.” They’re pushed backward to sit. The villain crouches at their side, one leg propping them up as they squint at the wound. 
“You’re the one that stabbed me,” the hero huffs, trying to resist the urge to close their eyes. Their eyelids sting as they try to keep themselves awake. They know, however, that they shouldn’t let their guard down in front of the villain. 
“You were supposed to dodge that, obviously,” the villain remarks, as if theirs is the only logical conclusion. Their hand is warm, almost painfully so, when it rests on the hero’s side. 
“Just shut up and fix me,” the hero hisses, clenching their fists. Their grip is remarkably weak, from what they can tell. They don't have to look up to know the villain has an incredulous look on their face- raised eyebrows and disbelieving eyes. “Please.” Their desperation must show on their face, because their enemy sighs. 
“How could I say no to that face?” The villain grins mockingly, their attention flittering between their wound and, well, their face. The hero blinks dazedly, wondering why their enemy sounds like they’re in a tunnel. “Hey, whoa. Don’t fall asleep on me...” The rest of the villain’s words fall on deaf ears, as the hero succumbs to their exhaustion. 
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enjymemink · 3 months
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Hind Rajab (6) was confirmed murdered by IOF terrorists after going missing. Not surprised, not disappointed just deeply saddened. Hope she's in a better place. I know the killers will pay for sure either in this world or the hereafter. Their time will come and when it does, no amount of regret will save them from hellfire.
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middleearthpixie · 1 month
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I successfully defended my thesis this morning. I can haz nap nao?
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grimsplash · 6 months
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Proudly here to announce..
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Andy's finished! I love how it came out :0|)
(Finished auto-corrected to fine-grained lmfao)
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milkweedman · 2 months
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Seems like either I forget my crafting or I forget any kind of food, and today it was food.
Knitting is going well though
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mediumgayitalian · 22 days
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hey hey hey last few weeks of undergrad gang 🤝 good luck with your deadlines and hang in there you’re almost through!! i believe in you!!
LETS GOOOOOO ALMOST THERE!!! bruh when i finish i am going to sleep for 37 hours. fucksake.
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alwaysneedyforsir · 25 days
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is a hug too much to ask for
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queenwille · 1 month
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can’t us jews just have one day of the traditional fight between ourselves over hamantaschen flavors before you flood our tags with all of your antisemitism lecturers and goysplaining
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nalyra-dreaming · 4 months
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Me: sees someone refer to how badly Lestat treated Claudia when he brought her back from the train….
Also me: heroically refrains from pulling out the friggin‘ train schedules etc etc to prove that couldn’t have happened as told
*sighs*
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house-rat · 4 months
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Agender moment of the day: once again being absolutely baffled at how “women are from venus, men are from mars” sentiments continue to exist in leftist spaces, but with a new progressive coat slapped on.
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psychic-waffles · 2 months
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what stage of the collapse of the nhs is it when your nhs gp tells you the best course of action is to pay for a private gastroentorology appointment to get the instruction they need to refer you for nhs testing, because they know there isn't a snowballs chance in hell of getting an nhs gastro referral accepted 🙃
related: i have an print shop and a ko-fi if anyone wants to buy some art or has some spare change ❤
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