#this will continue

[infernaldaydreams]

"It was a long journey, after all. Gotta make it worth it."

[neverbelessthan]

JET LAG THE GAME | Benjamin 'cardinal directions and vibes' Doyle (1 / ?)

[candelias]

Part 1/?

Danny permaneció quieto por un momento mientras evaluaba la situación a su alrededor. Una habitación grande y blanca con enormes ventanales que dan a las profundidades del espacio. A un lado, un hombre alto de postura regia y tres cicatrices en el rostro, una atractiva morena con una tiara dorada y un anciano con una túnica verde y un par de espadas. Del otro lado, Wonder Woman estaba arrodillada, atada por su propio lazo; Superman fue inmovilizado en el suelo por una daga de kriptonita que le atravesó el hombro, su mirada aturdida por el dolor. El velocista, Flash, yacía inconsciente junto a ellos, con un charco de sangre cada vez mayor alrededor de su pierna y una fractura expuesta a la vista. A unos metros de distancia, su protegido temblaba en el suelo de furia y dolor, tratando desesperadamente de liberarse de las ataduras mágicas que lo sujetaban y resonaba con una sensación muy familiar . En un rincón, casi como si quisiera que las sombras los cubrieran por completo, Batman se aferraba a un Robin inconsciente y ensangrentado como si fuera un salvavidas. Mientras otra gota de sangre caía de su boca al suelo, Danny notó a la última persona en la habitación: a un par de metros del suelo, frente a él, su hijo menor flotaba de espaldas a él. Danny se dio cuenta de su postura vacilante e incierta, invisible para todos menos para él.

He allowed his boots to make a delicate sound as they touched the ground, landing softly while the portal behind him finished closing. All eyes turned toward him.

"What," he asked in a carefully neutral voice, "is going on here?"

[ferocioustrout]

1 year of posting about her on here. its been an honor gang

[enter-the-bear-circle]

Shout-out to everyone who writes to me to talk about the ship that has consumed my entire existence. I love you, I love this, I love that I'm not alone here but most of all

P.S. new fic coming by the end of the week

[techn0tony]

seepy

@flockofcrowsinaturtleshell @donnies-low-empathy

^ pspsps you guys like cat for more future sillies

[dont-eat-the-algae]

"Have you eaten?" The words came into his mind clear, unlike all the other babble around him. Khadgar blinked, his eyes unfocused, looking up into the face of his wife, whose tender gaze trapped him. "I..." He tilted his head, shutting the book he held before him somewhat. "I don't believe I have." She smiled, kissing his cheek, taking the book. "Take a break. I've got our customary table at the Lounge, and you can tell me what you've found." He took her arm as she led the way out of the antechamber. "I haven't found much, I'm afraid." She looked up at him, concerned. "Nothing?" "Nothing. All our literature, ancient as it may be, holds nothing when it comes to these echos. All we have is the word of some ethereal." He gave her a sidelong look. The Locus-Walker was many things, but trustworthy was not high on the list. "Still..." Alison thought a moment. "The echoes have a startling resemblance to Azerite, at least in color." "Do you still have your specimens?" Khadgar asked, voice low. "I do..." They stepped onto the pad, teleported into the central hallway of Dalaran. "But I don't care to handle them more than I need too." "Understandable." He gave her hand a squeeze. She leaned up, kissing his cheek. "I think Azeroth is terrified of something, personally." Alison mused, voice half a whisper. "These echoes...they are the rambles of an person not in their right mind." "Azeroth is hardly a person, but I agree." "My point stands; she is a Titan, not a person, and her fears and woes are leaking into reality." "Fears and woes?" They stepped into the bustling streets. Talk was hushed these days, Dalaran was the central hub of some important goings on, and researchers went in and out of the antechamber at all hours. "Perhaps not the right term." Alison smiled. Khadgar thought a moment. "Where is our daughter?" He asked. "Waiting for us." She smiled. "She's been excited to tell you some things." "Is she now?" Khadgar quickened his pace. "I wonder if she's solved the puzzle I set her to." "You set her a puzzle?" "That I did." He grinned. "A riddle all magi must solve eventually." "Is it the one you gave me, when we were young, walking these same streets?" She teased. "No." He blushed, smiling wryly. "That one was not my best. No, this is Antonidas's Inquirery." "Oh. That one." He nodded gravely. Alison smiled. "She will have solved it. It took me a week to figure it out." Khadgar smiled. He'd figured it out in a few days. With the mixture of their two minds in his daughter, she would have figured it out by now.

[creepsworld-au]

You alive? It's been a while. Is this going to continue?

I’ve been busy with school but I swear I have not given up on this blog

- Mod

[gay-fieri-05]

Part 2

Part 2

- the cookies look around him and notice a pool of blood on the ground as well as an arrow sticking out from part of their leg. “That’s a… nasty wound.” The gingerbread child says. One cookie with a pink hoodie on covers their eyes as the gingerbread kid proceeds to baby steps towards the witch

- the half witch tries their best to get into a defensive stance but just falls back down trying, they weakly look at him. “.. I won’t hurt you… I just ask you don’t hurt me or my friends” The gingerbread proceeds to put his hand on their arm and the witch closes their eyes.

- the witch looks at his hand and then back to his eyes. “Hey.. healer cookie.. do you think your magic will work on them?” A cookie with brown clothing and brown bandaged wrapped around their eyes and cane slowly approaching. “I’m not sure.. from what white lily has told me.. witches aren’t made of dough like we are.. they’re made of meat.. let’s see..”

- the healer cookie removes the arrow, causes the witches eyes to tear up and for them to whimper in pain. Gingerbrave stroked their arm lightly, feel the bumps along his teal-green colored hands. eventually, the healer slowly close their wound but it leaves a medium sided scar on their leg.

- “.. thank you..” he sighs in relief. both cookies back up which allows hope to sit up straight. “So…” the witch starts “what’s you guys names..?”

- “I’m gingerbrave” the young ginger cookie starts “that’s strawberry cookie” the cookie with the pink cookie proceeds to pull the strings on her hoodie tightly. The wizard one moves forward “I am wizard cookie, at your service ma’lady” he says with a bow

- the witch gets a irritated frown on their face. “Don’t call me ‘ma-lady’..” the wizard quickly stands up straight “oh sorry!-“ he clears his throat “forgive me.. your witchiness” the witch continues to frown…

- suddenly he bursts out in cockily laughter “your witchiness??! PFFFFT” eventually their laughter slows down “sorry buddy I know you are trying to be nice but that was pretty good”

- all of them stand still, like stone statues. “Sorry… carry on” suddenly a red cookie jumps out from behind the other cookies which startles wizard slightly. “I’m chilli pepper cookie”

- “i see.. I can smell the spice off you from here.” He looks over to healer “and you’re the healer cookie..” he says with a smiles and the healer smiles back at the witch

- “my names sky.. we’ll.. originally but you can just call me that if you want.”

- after a few seconds, sky notices another cookie, a small youngster with a crown and ceptor “and who are you-“ the cookie runs over “I’m king custard cookie the III, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Mr. Witch!” The young little cookie excited exclaims. Sky smiles “awww. Well it’s a pleasure meeting you too little guy” the cookie then pouts “I’m not little!” He retorts. “Alright your highness, don’t throw a tantrum now” sky chuckles

- “well it was nice talking to you guys.. but I think it is time for me to go”

- “would you like to come with us” gingerbrave blurts out. The witch smiles and respond “sure! I could use the company and you guys seem very nice.”

- “it could be great to have a witch on our side! I could learn so much from them” wizard proclaims, fangirling over the half witch

- “watch this!” the witch turns into a canary and lands onto gingerbrave shoulder. “You can transform?!” Gingerbrave ask excitedly

- “mhm!” Sky responds while knodding. “Incredible!” Wizard cookie ecstatically exclaims

- “if you don’t mind me asking… why are you so tiny?” Wizard cookie asks. “That’s.. a story for a different time” sky chuckles as the group walks away

@fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake @facadesinternalveil

[4th-make-quail]

NINE DAYS TIL STARSET, LET THE SONG LOOPENING COMMENCE!!!!!

[gl4ssfan]

hehe hi cooper

OMG HIIIIII THIS IS SO CUTE AWWWW

I LOVE YOU BIG SISSSSS

[zeezeepearl]

ok im going to #seriouspost for a second here. I don't think Harry Potter is a manifesto. I think it was a flawed passion project that millennials latched onto because of the fantasy of sticking it to their mean teachers and arbitrarily categorizing themselves (hogwarts houses; it's the thinking millennial's astrology). I think the fact that the series got popular when and how it did was very much a product of its time.

I don't think Harry Potter is the biggest symbol of JKR's bigotry. I think the most flagrant sign of that was how she responded to critics. I watched her become radicalized in real time. I watched how she doubled down on her racism when she was called out for the ways she promoted her tragically mid fantastic beasts movies. I watched her chase marginalized teenagers with a double digit follower count off of twitter for daring to criticize her thought process, and no one with any kind of power standing against her because she was the one who was paying them. This isn't to say Harry Potter is without flaws. This is to say she really didn't give a shit about that. Getting rich and powerful is a hell of a drug, and she had enough sycophants that she had no reason to care about what her critics were saying.

She was convinced that she was a martyr; a voice for the unheard; a leader for the ages, so of course her detractors were the bad guys. And I think we should take this to heart. We should see this as an example of how easy it is to get radicalized; if you think of yourself as a paragon of virtue, you are going to think that whatever you see as good and right is an objective fact. Most people don't know this, but the majority of terfs start out as trans allies. You are not immune to propaganda! You are not immune to falling into dangerous ideologies!!!

This is why the most important thing you can do as an activist is to listen. Do NOT think you're above being wrong; do NOT develop a god complex; do NOT form an identity out of being right all the time. Involve yourselves in the groups you claim to speak for. Listen to trans women; share resources that help trans women; familiarize yourself with the diversity of experiences that trans people have and the struggles they face.

No, none of you are as bad as JKR because you don't have her money or her power. You will likely never have the capacity for harm she does. But check yourselves. Do not affirm yourselves into thinking you always have the moral high ground. Watch yourselves; humble yourselves; check yourselves for signs of cult behavior and internalized prejudice. You are always learning. You will always be learning. Do not allow yourselves to get a power trip from brushing off marginalized voices.

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[evenlyevi]

Goodnight.