#again my deepest apologies

[persephone-nymph]

Non Americans I am so sorry. You will be seeing many debate posts. I cannot stop myself this shit is too funny

[goosebelle]

when these three start sharing a simultaneous braincell it's gonna be over for EVERYONE

[bizabumblebee]

Switching to procreate was the best decision I’ve ever made, it’s so much easier to make shitposts with

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[helltigon]

Okay so people always talk about how Husk must be strong or Angel is really light (even Vaggie lifts him over her head) but also Angel is incredibly strong because he can fire six guns without the recoil affecting him. Angel can also hold an Entire Charlie in the air (Vaggie is also able to carry an Entire Charlie... and Sir Pentious)

Muscle is pretty dense and we know Angel would need to be pretty muscular to pole dance

I would like to posit Angel isn't very light, rather Husk and Vaggie are just Terrifyingly Strong.

[envymeshi]

..................Anyway. Sorry about this.

[thelostgirl21]

When you learn that "stern" also means the rear end of a ship...

"A king who would pass into history as Radovid V the Stern" suddenly takes on a very different meaning...

I'm betting it's all Philippa and Dijkstra's fault, too!

They went from referring to him as "Prince Seed-Waste", to "Radovid the Stern" when he became King.

Then, hundreds of years later, historians found some copies of their personal correspondences, mistakenly believed that it was what Radovid's people actually called him (rather than a very inappropriate nickname that the two spymasters had come up with for him), and therefore deduced that he must have been a very strict and authoritarian ruler!

Nah, he was just a very, very gay king that decided that if his dad had been allowed to marry a noblewoman and his brother a princess that couldn't give him any children, he was going to do both by marrying himself a viscount, gods dammit!

Poor Radovid... Forever misunderstood...

[madderruz]

how did you make the digistilts for chimera falin?

I followed along with Willow Creatives build log! There are a few other ways to make them too that are sturdier (wood) or that give different effects (using a different kind of aluminum.) Edit: tumblr loves to not link my shit. Here they are:

https://willowcreativ.com/build-logs/build-log-digi-stilts/

https://youtu.be/JCaUnqCJS78?si=p721XRGEqesMwLBf

https://www.instructables.com/Werewolf-Stilts-digitigrade-legs/

One thing I will say, the only major oversight with the ones that I made is that they were absolutely, positively USELESS on thick carpet. And not even super thick, I mean if that carpet had even a sliver of padding it would throw my balance off. In the future if I were to ever wear the costume again, I'd either attach wood to the bottoms for a completely solid base, or just remake them entirely.

Thanks for the ask!

[givehimthemedicine]

"Max?"

"Hm." Her eyes wander El's dark bedroom ceiling.

"Can I know your secret name?"

Max turns her head on her pillow and lets a little hiss of a laugh out through her teeth.

El finds her arm and follows it down to her hand, hooking their fingers together loosely. "I would not tell it, I promise..."

Honestly, her middle name isn't that atrocious. She'd just hesitated to share it with the party when the topic came up, and the boys' deaths of curiosity got to be too much fun, especially Lucas, and now it's become a whole thing, and it'd be sort of anticlimactic to reveal it to them now.

El's the only one who hasn't tried to beg and bribe and threaten it out of her. She's just being soft and earnest, as if this is truly a huge deal, and that's why Max will tell her.

And also because the idea of acting miserable about any name to somebody who didn't really even have a name for most of her life, just seems shitty.

"What is so bad about it?"

"It isn't really, I guess. It just sounds like a name for like, a hundred year old lady."

"Then maybe when you turn a hundred you will like it a lot."

Max snorts. "I'll keep you posted."

El rolls onto her side, playing sleepily with Max's fingers.

"Max...? Are friends just for kids? Or can old people have them?"

"Yeah, you can have friends no matter how old you are."

"Oh, good." She holds Max's arm and leans her head against it.

Max looks down at her in the dark and kind of feels the urge to cry pass behind her eyes. El has that effect, sometimes. She gives her fingers a little squeeze.

"So we can still do sleepovers when we are a hundred?"

To anyone else, Max would give a more cynical response, but El brings out something gentler in her. "Sure," she smiles. "We can be roomies at the old folks home, and have them every night."

"What? Is roomies?"

"Roommates. Like, sharing the same room."

El gasps quietly. "That will be so fun."

Max laughs.

It's quiet for a minute.

"If you don't want it, can I have it?"

"Have what?"

"I am the only one with no middle name. I wish I had one. You wish you didn't have yours. So..."

"If you want one, you could pick any one you want," Max points out. "Is there some name you like?"

"Yours."

"You don't know if you like mine. You don't even know what it is."

"It doesn't matter what it is. My name is made of my favorite people.. they give me pieces. I would like having you in it. Even if it is a piece you don't like, I would like it. For being yours."

There's that feeling behind her eyes again, but Max doesn't know how to respond except with a little laugh.

"I mean.. yeah, sure, if you want it you can have it."

El hugs Max's arm happily. "I'm going to tell everybody my new name tomorrow."

"Oh, no you aren't."

"Why not?"

"'Cause you already promised you wouldn't."

"I promised not to tell yours. If you give it to me, it is mine instead."

"No, but it's still mine. Like, Hopper gave you Hopper, but he still has it? It'd be like that."

"Oh. Okay.... then... you and me have a secret middle name only we know. I like that too."

Max smiles. "Yeah."

"So what is it?"

An evil cackle bubbles up out of Max.

"What."

"I have way too much power right now. I could say it was like, Prunella or some shit and you'd-"

"IS IT PRUNELLA?"

"No, but what if it was," Max wheezes, "and you had to act all stoked about wanting your name to be El Prunella-"

"What if it-"

There's a thumping on the wall and a muffled "GO TO SLEEP!" and they curl up with laughter, smothering themselves with hands and pillows.

"What is it, really?" El whispers, still trying to get ahold of herself.

Max rolls her eyes and sighs, "Madeline. My mom was really into the M's... I dunno."

"Mmmadeline," El says, like seeing how it fits in her mouth. "It's pretty."

"You really don't have to say that. I told you, it's an old lady name."

"I don't know any old ladies. I only know you. And I like that it is an M, because that reminds me of you already. El Madeline Hopper..." she giggles. "Thanks, Max."

Max can't find any real enthusiasm for the way that sounds, but she supposes that's beside the point. She likes why El likes it. And it's okay, sometimes, to just be genuine for a second, especially with El, especially in the dark.

She smiles. "You're welcome."

A little later, Max is startled out of half-sleep by a sharp gasp and "OH!"

"Oh, geez. What?"

"Mad Max!"

"Pff," she laughs. "Yeah. Sounds a lot cooler that way, I thought."

She's kind of surprised nobody's guessed it because of that. It's right there in front of them, really.

"I like it both ways."

"Thanks."

"Max," El whispers again, when she's half asleep yet again.

"Hm."

"I would have been Prunellas with you."

Max laughs sleepily into her pillow. "That's probably the nicest thing anyone will ever say to me."

[stormysapphic]

thinking about the post that's like she let me hit because i am devastatingly sincere :( like that's me! so who's gonna...!?

[wilcze-kudly]

Avatar's Hottest Woman Tournament

Round 3 summary

So.. this round was... very wild. A lot of close ones.

Rangi proves herself to be the hottest of all Avatar gfs, as she barely slides past Katara, bearing but 50.3% of the votes

While Korra proves to be the hottest Avatar, also just barely, with 51%

Kya II has truly been the dark horse of this tournament. Her polls have the least notoriety but she has been doing the best out if all the candidates. She defeats beloved goth gf June with 46.1%

Now, the matter of Lin Beifong vs Suki. This round has been extremely tense. Sadly, we have much reason to believe this poll has been botted. After much deliberation, I regret to inform you a that both contestants journeys have come to an end, in order to avoid another botting. This competition is for fun and I am afraid I have no means of preventing any bad actors from skewing the results. I apologise to all voters for the upset this may have caused

Due to Suki and Lin being eliminated, Korra passes to the finale uncontested, while we shall see if Kya II can avenge her mother.

[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

I love getting up the next day, feeling normal again and seeing the unhinged shit i said and posted

[whysamwhy123]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Hook Characters: Orange Cassidy, Hook (Professional Wrestling) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Morning Cuddles, Implied Sexual Content, Age Difference Summary:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wrote more OrangeHook, I have a problem, blah blah blah. And this is pretty much about the exact same thing as the last fic I just posted? But I had this in my head and decided I may as well try to get one more short little fic out before the end of the year. I promise to chill out for a while after this and stop bugging y’all.

[ghostwithaheartbeat]

Day three of holding everyone’s laundry hostage until my father takes a shower.

The last of my father’s beloved white socks have fallen to the filth. There is little hope, and even less in terms of rest. The battle is ongoing, and it feels often that I am fighting alone. Morale is low; my ally in this conflict, mother, is injured. I long for the days when I can rest. When this war will cease, and all will be clean again. The dishes done, the people bathed, the laundry washed and folded. Alas. We know the struggle will never end.

I am Sisyphus, and my father’s horrid stench and apathy are forever my boulder.

My father is a war profiteer, and I am a hapless young recruit greeting a doomed mission.

Last shower date: December 25th, 2023

[0809sysblings]

some hard Council Truths one (I. Me.) must come to terms with...

there are always more council members than you think

if you think the dissociation is not "doing its job and helping you function", you are wrong. it is. yes, believe it or not, things would be worse

you are probably forgetting and losing more time than you think

yeah it was probably that bad. if you think you are over-exaggerating, chances are you are actually under-exaggerating

[agueforts]

do you ever think something to yourself and silently realize, with perfect clarity, exactly why a given character appeals to you

[thelostgirl21]

Actual scenes from the movie...