#this is a twofer

[needabetternamelater]

y

https://thefunambulist.net/magazine/04-carceral-environments/podcast-transcripts-prison-abolitionism-nasrin-himada

[flawlessfallen]

Except...

"No."

Snap go his fingers and poof goes his hat out of Adam's hands before he can do anything with it. It's safer in a void than in the First Man's hands.

Alastor screaming in radio frequency from finding puke all over his shit. Adam now grabs Lucifer's hat because if the devil is going to fuck with his stomach, he's fucking with his fashion.

[sukei-dot-exe]

[spoopers-bloopers]

"No longer sick!!!! I finished playing that new ultrakrill update too! See ya at the fin-end of Big Run!"

[youraveragemiscellanyenjoyer]

Everything will be alright(?)

[edelweiss-of-christ]

please pray for canada & all her citizens - it has already been a somewhat turbulent past couple of months for us, and now a new leader of our ruling party has been elected following our PM's resignation and it's very likely that we're about to head straight into a federal election. may God guide our representatives! 🙏

[kaleidoru]

[lowkeyed1]

[ID: screencap from willow 2022. allagash is in his crow cage and he is talking. text reads: local man so annoying he brings his captors to tears because he will not shut the fuck up /end ID]

[ID: screencap from willow 2022. kit is talking at scorpia about their quest. text reads: local man so annoying he brings his captors to tears because he will not shut the fuck up /end ID]

[notsosmallbean]

(Image ID in alt text and under cut)

I bought the whole Monster Prom game bundle when Con released, and I am so utterly transfixed. This may have been a mistake.

Anywho here are the ladies from Prom! Except for Vera! I will draw her eventually but she is mean so I did not want to as much! Zoe's best girl in case you were wondering.

Traditional drawings of Zoe, Miranda, and Polly from Monster Prom, each from the knees up. Zoe is a purple monster with fully black eyes, dark purple tentacle hair, and one tentacle arm. She has a bright green eye on her head, one on her chest, and one on her thigh. She is wearing a yellow hoodie and ripped black leggings. She is looking at the camera curiously with her tentacle raised. Miranda is a pink sea monster with long, bright pink hair. She has fins for ears and gills on her neck. She is wearing a blue sundress and a golden crown. She is smiling with her eyes closed and grasping her hands together. Polly is a light blue ghost with a floaty ponytail. She is wearing a white tank top and dark grey shorts, as well as sunglasses on her head. She is winking and holding up a peace sign. End image ID.

[mjfsbaybay]

Look at him, defending what they were doing (And then the end of course, in typical MJF fashion)

[cryptidwithacopiccollection]

[kendelias]

oc pride challenge — day one: a gay oc ↳  gage gothel (descendants)

and he realizes, with some ugly twist of both fondness and annoyance in his chest, that he wants to kiss him. not because he’s never kissed anyone, or because he’s being asked to, or even because he’s being kissed. but because he wants to.

taglist: @rose-of-oz

[meikofigureoftheday]

🛍️Today's Merch Is...🛍️

Enjoy! Osaka 2024 Acrylic Keychain & Badge (Crux)!

[lizasweetling]

... We're bopping back and forth too much- Klaus is absolutely not still at the timestop epicenter.

Also: Khrizhan is losing the forest for the trees. Assuming your enemies fortunately evade the brunt of your stratagem is the basis of most all long term tactics. and assuming that a strong Spark would get ahold of an Insanely Overpowered Weapon, or get access to one or more Insanely Overpowered Companion is obvious, especially when he knows He'll be in the timestop and whoever conspires to take it down will not be.

that is an obvious part of the situation he made and assuming he wouldn't plan for that to be the case is ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the headspace involved in being a mob of spunky girl sidekicks is complex and not always as easy to follow as the mind of the type of guy that attracts them....

[ok-boomerang]

Hey Lena!

Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”

Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.

Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.

“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"

“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"

“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”

Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.

“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.

“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”

“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”

She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.

“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.

“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.

“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”

“Of course,” said Katara slowly.

“You’re—together?”

“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”

“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.

Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"

“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”

“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”

“Sure, he’s a little boring—”

“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”

Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”

“Wanna bet?”

Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”

“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”

And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.

But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.

“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.

Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Can I take your bet then?”

“What?”

“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”

“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”

“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”

Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.

Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”

“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.

“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.

“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”

“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.

“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"

“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”

[catamaran-fr]

pointing the gay married beam at all of my dragons