frownyalfred:

love the idea of Batman struggling with Gotham because it’s so crime ridden, cursed, etc but when he liaises in another city it takes all of two seconds for him to arrest a drug ring, topple a corrupt city government, and put upwards of 25 people in prison without breaking a sweat.

monsieurenjlolras:

monsieurenjlolras:

david tennant could do sherlock holmes but benendict cumberbatch couldn’t do the doctor. also benedict cumberbatch couldn’t do sherlock holmes

this is hard proof that tumblr has gotten better because if I had made this post in 2015 I would have gotten several death threats by now

anger-birb:

anger-birb:

tiktoksthataregood-ish:

Man I’d love to see more of these from different cultures.

LMFAO

hekateinhell:

BREAKING CHARACTER REAL QUICK FOR A SLEEP SUPPLEMENT PSA FOR MY FELLOW VAMPIRES AND NIGHT OWLS:

so I’ve had chronic insomnia since early childhood and the only thing that helps me fall asleep without the “oh, I’ve been drugged” feeling is melatonin

and never once have I seen any instructions on the bottle anything beyond “take at or before bedtime”

EXCEPT

my doctor tells me last week that you’re not supposed to do this otherwise it really fucks with your circadian rhythms! apparently the optimal time to take melatonin is around sunset (if you want to be asleep by 10pm-12am) because darkness is what naturally stimulates the brain to secrete melatonin

taking it too late (i.e., past 9pm if you intend to sleep around 11pm and wake up at 7am) can majorly screw up your circadian rhythm and keep you feeling groggy and sleepy af well into the day!!! which explains a lot for me personally — not the whole picture but certainly some of it! 

so what I’ve been doing is I take my regular dose as soon as I notice it’s dark outside (around 7:45pm these days) and I start getting sleepy around 10pm-11pm depending on the day I’ve had. I’m fucking full on passing out by midnight, like phone falling on my face, gotta sleep now. and my sleep isn’t perfect but it’s a lot better than it was! I get a solid unbroken 6-7 hours stretch which is huge for me and I don’t feel like death warmed over needing both vyvanse and caffeine to even think about functioning!

anyway if you already knew this then GOOD FOR YOU BUDDY WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME AT ANY POINT IN THE PAST 15 YEARS and if not, I hope you try it out and it helps even a bit! 🖤

lilyflxwers:

“you notice everything” yeah babe I was traumatised as a child

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minart-was-taken:

LU fans are welcome on my blog and I have nothing against them, but could u guys please stop doing this… Its been years… My bones are getting squishy…

Its really hard to explain why it bothers me and so many other artists so much, but to give it a try: Imagine you baked a delicious cake to a potluck and everyone kept complimenting your neighbor Janice for the cake and you’re too nervous to correct it cause Janice is the host. Please…. Please I can bake too… Pwease pweasep papa let me ba ke

cobragardens:

Every Anglican church has a basin of holy water. It’s not, like, in demand as a criminal product. It’s not guarded. It’s not even really supervised. It’s usually not even kept near the apse. In one Anglican cathedral (Manchester Cathedral) I visited regularly, the basin was kept next to the entrance, and the lapsed Catholic I was with dipped his fingers in and crossed himself with it out of sheer habit because apparently Catholic churches all have holy-water basins next to the entrance so people can do that.

And btw churches aren’t even locked during the day. Like, there will always be somebody around in the church who will check in on you at some point, but I don’t think you’d have to visit more than half a dozen before you were left alone with a basin of holy water for long enough to scoop some into a water bottle, especially in 1967. A lot of them are big historic monuments and have literal tourists wandering around them unattended.

Even if you decide to go to all the completely unnecessary effort of breaking into a church and stealing it at night, it is a church, and it is 1967. It does not have a security system. There are no cameras. This is not Ethan Hunt breaking into CIA Headquarters. The locksmith could open the door and just…fill up a jar of holy water and leave. A heist for this substance is wildly unnecessary.

But! This is also the era of the spy thriller, and it’s the year the bullet-hole stickers that were a promotion for the James Bond movie at a petrol station appear on Crowley’s car window–

–and he is wearing his Spy Turtleneck.

This means Crowley has spent the last century thinking about how to get his hands on some holy water, and the solution he has generated is not “Offer a random kid £10 to bring me a bottle of water from the holy water basin in the church and tell him I’ll give him another £10 if it’s dry and wrapped in two towels,” no. The Wile E. Coyote answer he has come up with requires a locksmith, a guy called “Spike” to be “the muscles,” and Sally “going down on the ropes.”

cobragardens:

Every Anglican church has a basin of holy water. It’s not, like, in demand as a criminal product. It’s not guarded. It’s not even really supervised. It’s usually not even kept near the apse. In one Anglican cathedral (Manchester Cathedral) I visited regularly, the basin was kept next to the entrance, and the lapsed Catholic I was with dipped his fingers in and crossed himself with it out of sheer habit because apparently Catholic churches all have holy-water basins next to the entrance so people can do that.

And btw churches aren’t even locked during the day. Like, there will always be somebody around in the church who will check in on you at some point, but I don’t think you’d have to visit more than half a dozen before you were left alone with a basin of holy water for long enough to scoop some into a water bottle, especially in 1967. A lot of them are big historic monuments and have literal tourists wandering around them unattended.

Even if you decide to go to all the completely unnecessary effort of breaking into a church and stealing it at night, it is a church, and it is 1967. It does not have a security system. There are no cameras. This is not Ethan Hunt breaking into CIA Headquarters. The locksmith could open the door and just…fill up a jar of holy water and leave. A heist for this substance is wildly unnecessary.

But! This is also the era of the spy thriller, and it’s the year the bullet-hole stickers that were a promotion for the James Bond movie at a petrol station appear on Crowley’s car window–

–and he is wearing his Spy Turtleneck.

This means Crowley has spent the last century thinking about how to get his hands on some holy water, and the solution he has generated is not “Offer a random kid £10 to bring me a bottle of water from the holy water basin in the church and tell him I’ll give him another £10 if it’s dry and wrapped in two towels,” no. The Wile E. Coyote answer he has come up with requires a locksmith, a guy called “Spike” to be “the muscles,” and Sally “going down on the ropes.”