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Thursday's Child, The Book of Vices and Virtues, and Heavy Burdens are D.Gray-man fanfics. Adult content warnings apply to most of it, except for Heavy Burdens, which is a straightforward dance au.

"Practice is better than art, because practice benefits without art, while art is of no use without practice." -Johannes Liechtenauer

"A delayed game is eventually good, but a rushed game is forever bad." - Shigeru Miyamoto

"It is true that we make many mistakes. But the biggest of them all is to be surprised at them: as if we had some hope of never making any." -Thomas Merton

Sometimes this is a D.Gray-man blog, sometimes a parrot blog, sometimes a writer blog, sometimes a feminist blog, sometimes a Minecraft blog, sometimes a theology blog...you get the idea. All kinds of stuff ends up here.

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theinsanefruitloop-chan:

Stress relieving sketches for today~ Adam and Nea

— 2 hours ago with 13 notes
#dgm 
humansofnewyork:

"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."
(Hanoi, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."

(Hanoi, Vietnam)

— 3 hours ago with 4907 notes
humansofnewyork:

"I wrote a comment. She liked the comment. I sent her a friend request."
(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"I wrote a comment. She liked the comment. I sent her a friend request."

(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

— 3 hours ago with 2164 notes
demonagerie:

Jacobi de Ancharano (alias de Teramo), Litigatio Christi cum Belial, verdeutscht - BSB Cgm 48 ([S.l.] 1461)
You don’t often see demons wearing glasses.

demonagerie:

Jacobi de Ancharano (alias de Teramo), Litigatio Christi cum Belial, verdeutscht - BSB Cgm 48 ([S.l.] 1461)

You don’t often see demons wearing glasses.

— 17 hours ago with 267 notes
Gender problem: Men enforcing girls' dress codes →
— 18 hours ago with 1 note

klinki:

self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything

(via kandayuu)

— 19 hours ago with 6538 notes
humansofnewyork:

"We’re gonna crash."
(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"We’re gonna crash."

(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

— 21 hours ago with 1351 notes
#humansofnewyork 

Meet my new desk! It’s the result of a cumulative months of work over a period of two or three years. The idea is to make it as easy as possible to work around a curved spine, the legacy of a handful of twisted or dislocated ribs, premature osteoarthritis in hips and SI joints, and a torn labrum in the right hip that gets rude and achy when sat on for too long. This allows me to move from sitting to standing to walking with minimal interruption in workflow.

Yes, it’s a total kludge. But its kludginess makes it both cheap and versatile. The seat can be taken elsewhere, the table is a fantastic adjustable-height worktable, and the treadmill…well, that will always be a shitty, second-hand treadmill that I expect will die on me any second. I still need a few screws to help hold the pencil drawer keyboard tray in place. Also, the wheels on the table could use a bit of WD-40, which I know I own but I have no idea where it is.

But yeah, I have a proper desk again! Okay, an improper desk, but it’s nice.

— 21 hours ago with 5 notes
#that table  #in case you have concerns  #has steel reinforcement down the middle  #it's from our local university's property disposition  #and is sturdy as fuck  #also the keyboard  #is solar  #which means no dead batteries  #but I'm so happy it's finally done  #and it seems to be working out well so far  #it's the keyboard try that might not work  #but I'm going to try before I give up  #and actually buy something  #instead of scrounging  #like I did for the rest of it 
humansofnewyork:

"When I pick him up from kindergarten, sometimes I stand quietly across the room, and watch him play with his friends. It just makes me so happy to know that I have a son and he is growing every day."
(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"When I pick him up from kindergarten, sometimes I stand quietly across the room, and watch him play with his friends. It just makes me so happy to know that I have a son and he is growing every day."

(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

— 22 hours ago with 3872 notes
#humansofnewyork 
humansofnewyork:

"The American jets were called Phantoms, because they appeared out of nowhere, and by the time you saw the plane, the rockets were already heading toward you. My friend and I were doing maintenance on the machinery when our factory was bombed. We heard the plane coming and tried to run toward the coal vault, but before we got there a missile tore him in half." 
(Hanoi, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"The American jets were called Phantoms, because they appeared out of nowhere, and by the time you saw the plane, the rockets were already heading toward you. My friend and I were doing maintenance on the machinery when our factory was bombed. We heard the plane coming and tried to run toward the coal vault, but before we got there a missile tore him in half." 

(Hanoi, Vietnam)

— 22 hours ago with 1726 notes
#humansofnewyork