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IDGAF if the women in my fiction are empowering or aspirational, I'm an adult, I don't need role models, I want the women in my fiction to be interesting, and if that involves being pathetic, hypocritical, amoral, or trapped in a delightfully dysfunctional relationship so be it

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The proposal fic that at least two of you have been waiting for! Featuring some sudden late-game realizations, mad scrambles, and the inherent love of giving your friend shit and then helping them with whatever he needs.

[“Wait.” Toph plants her feet. “I thought you already—?”

Zuko makes an aggravated noise and refuses to stop with her, grumbling when she catches back up to him, “Southern men receive armbands. Apparently.”

Toph takes a moment to consider that, and then the amount of time Zuko spent with her. Shaping that pendant and testing metals and techniques and the shared space of their bending when metal fills with heat enough for both of them to hold it.

Then she bursts out laughing.]

OR,

Sokka and Zuko are finally each ready with the best, most perfect, most amazing proposal that’s ever been seen.

The Gaang thinks there just might be a few details they’re both forgetting…

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They complained that a 4% surtax would force the ultra-wealthy people to flee the state. It passed narrowly. Not only are these multi-millionaires NOT fleeing en masse, more of them live here now than before the tax was enacted. It raised almost two and a half BILLION dollars in 2023 alone, funding free school lunch statewide and free community college for state residents.

Moral: TAX THE FUCKIN RICH

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One of JRR Tolkien’s ideas for Aragorn’s backstory in The Lord of the Rings was that he was actually just three or four generations removed from Isildur himself.

Then how did he survive for the thousands of years between the Second and Third Ages?

The story goes something like this:

Many hundreds of years ago, young Aragorn fell in love with an Elven woman, who exactly resembled Lúthien Tinúviel in shape and outward form.

She called herself Arwen Undómiel, the Evenstar.

He fell for her, and romanced her, and gave himself to her; together they lived in her kingdom, where her magic and her power slowed Time to a crawl for them, while hundreds and hundreds of years passed in the world outside.

At first, the Elven-maid seemed every inch a queen: beautiful, graceful, soft-spoken, meek, and with the manners befitting an upbringing in Valimar long ago.

But over time, Aragorn came to realize that his beloved had a hard, greedy, grasping side, even a cruel streak, which more and more showed itself in unexpected flashes.

Worse, she was not who she seemed to be.

Eventually Aragorn pieced together the secret.

His bride was Sauron, divested of her usual male disguise.

Greatly weakened by the loss of the Ring, Sauron yet maintained strength enough to craft a prison for the heir of Isildur: a false realm of hollow bliss and sterile delights, where the one she thought was the greatest threat to her power could languish in eternity.

A part of herself, wearing a female aspect – the gender she had hidden long ago in the deeps of time, to gain entrance as an apprentice to the smithies of Aule – remained in this pocket world, as Aragorn’s bride: a plaything to keep his attention from the bars of his gilded cage. 

But eventually, Aragorn figured it out.

Eventually, Aragorn escaped.

Thousands of years had gone by in the world outside since Aragorn had been ensnared by Sauron.

Now, emerging from long captivity in a magical sub-realm, he studied the world around him, and learned what had changed and what had endured.

He met Gandalf, and learned much from the Grey Pilgrim, and taught him some things of his own; and, in search of information, he pursued and captured Gollum, who had possessed, and been possessed by, the One Ring for so many centuries.

And, shortly before his ascent to the throne of the reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor, he met his future bride: Eowyn Elfsheen, sister-daughter of Théoden, King of Rohan.

(PS: Christopher Tolkien or another amanuensis may have written this story down as part of the Secret Library Archive Project.)

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had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

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when you reblog a post because you think a specific mutual would enjoy it and then they reblog it from you

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I haven't purchased a HP item in close to a decade - I use the books I already had as doorstops or to prop a laptop up for meetings nowadays.

There is NO "death of the author" with JK Rowling - she controls and continues to profit from her IP, and uses that money to fund hate groups.

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I know a company that does both these things and no surprise, when you shop there, the employees are always miserable and agitated.You should kill your managers in such situations imo. The only reason I receive treatment slightly above this is i'm lucky enough to have managers who are also bothered by these business practices. The water one is especially bad if you have heat intolerance, I was so sick regularly before I switched to a department with more leniency regarding water.

Depending on where you live these things may violate labor laws though so if you're in the same situation look into it. However in my experience any labor law violations happen without consequence regardless

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saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023

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Casual cruelty has become so ingrained in a lot of people because we live in a society that is structured in a cruel way. To be quite honest you are obligated to consider the harm of your words and actions no matter your personal hardships.

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can you believe it's been fifteen years since the original httyd movie came out? I can't. whuhhh...

well. decided to draw something for it, as well as trying out some new brushes

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sometimes when im jorkin it to fanfic i think oh man what if i get too worked up and have a heart attack adn then the police find my body and check my phone for my emergency contacts and see filthy jayvik smut on it. which im sure has nothing to do with the longstanding sexual repression that came from my religious upbringing

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ok like kakapo are great and all, i love them dont get me wrong but takahē are by far the best endangered new zealand bird and quite possibly THE Best Bird?

you cant really get any better than this. criminally underrated 

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actually the funniest election season moment was the current (and as of tonight, continuing!) prime minister going on the radio and dedicating "am I ever going to see your face again" by the angels to the opposition leader - a song that, when played in Australia, is accompanied by a mandatory response from the crowd of "no way, get fucked, fuck off"

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There should totally be a movement called “Sleep in Public” where people defend their right to sleep on public property. Sleep in your cars. Sleep on benches. Sleep at the park. Just make it a mundane and regular part of life to see someone napping in the library. It would make it much harder to single out the homeless for harassment if everyone else is doing the same thing and much harder to argue that it’s a “threat to public safety” when it’s so clearly harmless.