THE X-FILES 2.23 | “Soft Light”

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

actually what's the worst thing a doctor has said or done to you

chat, we gotta talk about Puerto Rico.

i know, i know. you're trying not to doomscroll and i usually make silly memes, but this is important.

what's going on? mass a***ests and de***ntions of Dominican people looking for better lives. i'll let Bianca Graulau explain:

why is this happening? because Puerto Rico is considered a U.S. territory, not an independent nation or a state with representation and voting rights. Puerto Ricans and Dominicans are caught between disaster and the dregs of empire (climate disasters and Big Oil projects).

what can we do? support. support. support Dominicans and Puerto Ricans. and not just when bad bunny or young miko is doing a thing. or during hurricane disasters. or baseball season. people deserve to live. they deserve reparations, sovereignty and self-determination.

here are some orgs that help folks who are just trying to get on their feet and find the resources they need.

Ayuda Legal Puerto Rico

CASA

Nos sostenemos tee shirts.

Black Immigrant Bail Fund run by Haitian Bridge Alliance

HASER

donate to BUDPR's work toward Puerto Rican independence

memes my therapist showed me

This song has single-handedly taken over my life and it’s only been like a week

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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we love you bisexual kal'reegar!!!! we all scream in unison

 Shepard barely heard Kal enter the room. She had grown accustomed to the sound of his crutches with each step, but without them he was nearly silent. He settled in next to Shepard on the crate she sat on, his elbows leaning back on the window. “You got an extra one of those?” 

“Cigs?” Shepard said apprehensively. 

“Gonna just let it burn out on its own, helmet boy?” Zaeed said with one of those deep chuckles that only men over the age of fifty could replicate. 

Kal just held his hand out expectantly. “You know, this suit’s good for more than just fighting off viruses.” 

Shepard handed him a cigarette, lighting the end for him. Kal held out his arm and pulled back a strap that looked to be made of a heartier velcro. Inside was a dizzying amount of tubes and wires and circuits. He dropped the cigarette down the largest tube, which got sucked up towards his shoulder immediately, then waited for five seconds. A puff of smoke came out of the mouthpiece of his helmet. 

“Cool trick,” Jack said. 

“You think in two hundred years of living in suits, quarians haven’t found out ways to smoke? We’re a more advanced species than that,” he said, sounding quite pleased with himself. 

“Any other neat tricks that thing can do? Swiss army knives and bombs you got lying underneath the leather?” Zaeed asked, an almost hungry look in his eyes. 

“It can filter water in under thirty minutes, reserves stores of fat into emergency food supply, keeps my body regulated to a cool and casual 97.8 degrees,” Kal said, listing off with his fingers. He leaned into Shepard’s ear as his voice dropped, “and, I’m only gonna say this one to you, sweetheart, but if you wanted to follow me back across the hall to my bunk… let’s just say, there are things I can do to accommodate you.” 

Shepard snorted into her cigarette, fighting back the urge of a coughing fit. “Is that so?” 

“Maybe I’ll say it loud enough for grandpa over there, if he plays his cards right,” Kal said, blowing a puff of air out at Zaeed, who oddly enough turned a remarkable shade of pink that Shepard had never seen before. “I’ve always had a thing for older guys… and scars… and a good rifle collection.” 

Jack threw her head back and let out a barky sort of laugh that sounded more like a yelp than anything else. “Why the hell didn’t we pick you up earlier?” 

“Well, to be fair, quarians were under the vague notion that Cerberus was an overreaching, brutal pro-human terrorist organization up until quite recently, so I’d say it was a timing issue. Or semantics. Who’s to say, really?”