#PBLEASE

[mgu-h]

fp3 | saudi arabian gp 2025

[stormbreaker-290]

[toothsalad]

Nothing to light a fire under your ass to finish your captain's license course like the continued aggressive dismantling of your government's administrative capabilities

[faggot-friday]

does anyone have a pdf of the dead poets society book. perchance

[visionsthatdance]

thought: character reading lists are vital and important but I would like to see reading lists for places, cultures and phenomena.

Like if someone wanted to write fanfic about Gotham as a living city or about a Gotham historian or something they would need a reading list that focuses on flashback issues, or issues that discuss Gotham's history.

Or if someone wanted to write about New Genesis or Apokalips but didn't want to reread the entire Fourth World, having a cliff's notes as to which issues had significant cultural insight to New Genesis or Apokalips would be handy.

Another example: issues that explain, say, the Speed Force. Or the status/politics of the DCU Greek Gods.

[damienthepious]

oh

i also cosplayed theeeeeeee protagonist? i cosplayed You from Slay the Princess at mag. ONE GUY recognized me and he's my homie for life. gaze upon my visage i worked SO hard on those fucking gloves actually. Also the dot eyes are reflective tape and they fucking GLEAM with the flash on.

[ryllen]

OH NO CRINGEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[emieclat]

jesus christ, that's carrie white

[room-of-lies]

trying again to post kugie-isms

[aq2003]

im finding myself looking forward to every time tony baddingham appears on screen because he is the character that drives the plot forward the most lmao

[mgu-h]

✌️🌃

[p0rk-guts]

send me headcanons about any of these guys and I'll tell you how accurate they are

or just questions 4 me 2 answer 👁

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Shouting and a burning smell drag Nash from sleep’s embrace some time later. He’s awake in an instant, on his feet, and throwing open his bedroom door so fast his vision swims.

Jo and Teddy are elbowing each other in front of the stove, their voices intermingled in a jumble about eggs and Gordon Ramsey, but nothing seems emergent.

“What’s on fire?” he demands.

They whip around to goggle at him like toddlers caught sneaking cookies. Then Teddy jumps like he’s been scalded and pops the arm on the toaster. Four blackened slices of toast emerge, smoking faintly.

Jo guffaws. “You imbecile.”

“What setting do you guys keep your toaster on?” Teddy whines. He pinches a slice, but drops it immediately and shakes out his fingers. “Charcoal?”

“Hey, girl’s gotta have her waffles. You’re supposed to check that stuff before you just put bread in and hope for the best.”

“Oh, well, fuck me for assuming toasters get used for toast.”

“I’ll leave that to my brother. Now let me save the eggs.”

“I don’t care what Gordon Ramsay says! They’re better cooked.”

“Oooh, big man can’t handle being inferior to a famous chef.”

“I— That’s not— It’s not an inferiority issue! I just like my eggs crispy.”

As a single malicious entity intent on ruining his day, they turn on Nash as he delicately lowers himself onto the couch.

“Tell him he’s nuts.”

“Tell her to get out and let me cook!”

Nash drops Jo’s blanket over his face. “Unless somethin’ needs extinguished, I’m not here.”

He fuzzes out as their argument continues and their voices turn to wash.

It’s comforting in a weird way. He grew up quiet. Jo did too, at first, but she was little enough when Daddy took off that it didn’t take root in her the same way it did him. Mama was no parade, but she wasn’t a suffocating cloud of imminent violence. She was quiet, though. Quiet in the same way rot is quiet. You don’t realize the danger until you peel back the wallpaper and find evidence of decay all the way through to the supports.

So it’s comforting, the bickering. No longer do they have to fear retribution for living their lives out loud. No longer do they live shrouded in silence, waiting for the covers to be ripped away to reveal clenched fists and hateful words.

He must drift off again because next he knows, the couch is sinking under him and the warm weight of Jo’s blanket has been lifted away. Cool, fragrant air greets him as he blinks the sleep away to find Teddy seated on one side and Jo on the other mashing some charred eggs into a slice of cinnamon-sugared toast.

Teddy hands him a plate without looking. His attention is on Jo as she folds the toast and takes a large bite.

She wrinkles her nose and crumbs spew onto her plate as she says, “This is the driest sandwich I’ve ever been subjected to.”

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[dishesoap]

"look i gave her a tummy" lovely! now why is her ribcage small enough i can get one hand around it

[toothsalad]

the way that working outside in the cold all day has me literally nibbling on pats of butter

[agent-plaguemask]

Rebloggong to Side-Blogs is so scary how do you guys do this