#all i wish for is freedom

[thetimelordbatgirl]

The police in Scotland have the chance to do the most funniest thing right now.

[freshluxbreeze]

hate how its so hard to celebrate independence day atp bc the movement is falling apart in slow motion the longer the years go by but happy birthday amba <3

[sersfandomthings]

wanderer

(referenced from that one shot in the 3.3 interlude quest)

[brielyasmin]

“ 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒏, 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅— 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 … 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 — 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ”

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[simplykorra]

i'm really here...i'm alive

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

so embarrassing how many self proclaimed leftists/communists/anarchists are prioritising individual feelings and identity over structural class analysis based on material reality and dont realise that is in fact liberal ideology lmao

[cissa-calls]

At the end of Wandavision:

Agatha: “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed, you’re gonna need me”

Wanda: “If I do, I know where to find you”

-

Wanda: “I’ll be seeing you Agnes”

Agnes: “Not if I see you first hon”

-

At the beginning of Agatha All Along, Wanda finds Agatha when she needs her. She knows to return to Westview. And indeed, it is Agnes who sees her first, but now, Wanda does have the knowledge of what she unleashed.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

EEPY

[hantii]

Fuckk dude

I love trans guys who become large, muscular, bearded men

I love trans guys who wear knitted cardigans and have stubble on their chins and callous on their fingers

I love trans guys who wear short shorts and accentuate their tiny waists

I love trans guys who look more manly than most cis men

I love trans guys who look more feminine than most women

I love trans guys who conform and don’t conform to masculinity, who are their own men, who define their manhood by who they are, not what people tell them that they are. I love trans guys who embrace masculinity and thrive with dramatic physical transformations. I love trans guys who love the femininity of their bodies.

Trans guys don’t conform to neat little categories and a gender framework made up by western culture. Trans guys are diverse and beautiful and wonderful and all of them should be celebrated as the men that they are.

[bittersweetresilience]

say hi to me i don't know, i just remembered being so much brighter, i guess

cigarette ash like wildfire burning holes in the nighttime open scars feel like barbed wire white lies flying high like a ceasefire dropping flags on the shoreline this is as far as i can feel right 'cause what you don't know can haunt you

and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think for a while

don't drag it out living like that doesn't mean a thing

so let's, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars 'cause happy endings hardest to fake

and i wanna let you know i wanna let you go but i just can't bring myself to speak but this is how it goes the end credits, they roll this bridge was built over kerosene but we can watch it and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think

so let's run, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars you can wish away forever but you'll never find a thing like today

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

"This is not your— your fault..."

"I told you, I'm Robin. The Robin that murdered you and became the fell dragon, Grima."

"Promise me you'll escape from this place..."

"Please, return to the Table! It's too dangerous!"

Not only did Chrom's dying wishes not come true, the exact opposite did. Robin blames themself for everything to the point of embracing it, and the site where their heart was shattered becomes their only shelter.

[thetomorrowshow]

scars

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

i have no clue where this idea came from but here *hands you a tattooed jimmy*

this takes place about 8 months after then end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, mentions of needles, scars

~

“Look at that one,” Jimmy points at the screen; Scott pauses in his scrolling. “It’s a poppy. You love poppies.”

“. . . I do,” Scott says, glancing at Jimmy quickly before resuming the scroll.

“That one’s a flag, but it could be a pride flag. That’s why I saved it. The birds are a bit cheesy, but I thought I’d include them anyway.”

Scott doesn’t say anything, just keeps scrolling through the document. He knew Jimmy had been researching something, but . . . he hadn’t been expecting this.

Before him, on Jimmy’s laptop, is a three-page document that is a collage of tattoos.

Some are better than others—there’s a celtic knot that looks pretty bad, and Jimmy’s right about the birds being cheesy, but the poppy is understated and delicate, and a cute cartoon cat makes him smile.

That’s all well and good, but the problem is: Scott has no clue why Jimmy is showing him tattoos.

Jimmy points at a bundle of stars, saying something about how it reminded him of Scott, then at a feather, then a ladder, which he explains could be combined with the stars. He quickly passes over an abstract canary, hands twitching and tripping over his words, to point out an intricate subway car, then a tiny soccer ball.

Scott interrupts right as Jimmy starts to explain an iceberg tattoo.

“Jimmy, I—this is great, but I don’t think I understand. Are you wanting me to get a tattoo?”

Jimmy blinks, laughs nervously. “I—Scott, these are—these are cover-ups. For scars.”

Oh.

Suddenly, there’s a lump in Scott’s throat.

“I—a tattoo is a big decision,” Scott manages to say around the lump, his eyes catching on a long scar down Jimmy’s left bicep. “It’s something you can’t change. Are you sure?”

Jimmy levels an exasperated look at him. “For one thing, I’m an adult. I know it’s a big decision, you don’t have to remind me. And I promise I’ve thought about this. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I have.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Scott starts to amend, but Jimmy forges on.

“It’s my body,” he says. “It’s mine, and I can have the freedom to do what I want with it, because I’m an adult and it belongs to me. And when you—when you asked if I was sure, it felt like you were treating me like a kid, or like I don’t own my body. And it felt bad.”

Shame curls in his stomach. Jimmy’s right, he shouldn’t have responded like that. It’s perfectly normal for people to get tattoos, and for their partners to support them in it. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. “I didn’t think before speaking. I said something my parents would’ve said, and I should have considered what you just told me.”

Jimmy smiles, leans his head against Scott’s shoulder. “It’s fine. I was showing you because I wanted your opinion, and it’s all right if you don’t like the idea of a tattoo. But I would’ve liked for you to say that outright if that’s true, instead of telling me things I already knew.”

“No, I think it’s a great idea,” Scott hurries to amend. He pauses, taking a moment to get his thoughts in order. They’re working on having more open conversations, so that they don’t have repeat events of Scott’s Nightmare Situation of Last Month, as they’ve dubbed it. “I think a lot of tattoos are good,” he says eventually, “but some suck. So I’m happy you’re asking my opinion, because I don’t know if I’d be able to look my boyfriend in the eyes if he got a skull surrounded in roses on his bicep.”

That gets a laugh out of Jimmy. “Don’t think yours is the only opinion I’m getting,” he teases. “I know better than to trust a man who dyed his hair red all through college.”

“It looked good!”

They look at tattoos for a little while, Scott immediately vetoing the trio of birds and a guitar. Together, they separate the pages into ‘no’ ‘maybe’ and ‘yes’ images, dragging the little Darth Vader holding a lightsaber (a scar being the lightsaber) into ‘maybe’ and the celtic knot into ‘no’ and so on, until about half of the tattoos have been sorted.

And if they get distracted halfway through and end up making out right there on the couch? Well, they can always finish it later.

-

Three weeks later, Jimmy exits the tattoo parlor with the long, thin scar on his left bicep covered by a poppy, red and irritated from the procedure. Scott had been with him the whole time, holding his hand. They’d had to call for a break halfway through, but it had overall gone very well, and Jimmy had gotten into the passenger seat with a huge grin on his face.

“I thought I would be scared of the needle, but it wasn’t even that bad!” Jimmy says excitedly, twisting his arm around to check out the plastic-wrapped tattoo. “Did you hear when she said I was really good at staying still, especially for my first time? I’m going to get a good grade in tattoos, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.”

Scott laughs out loud at the meme reference, resolving not to think about why it is that Jimmy’s so good at not moving while needles are stuck into him.

“Do you like it?” Scott asks instead, adjusting the rearview mirror before shifting the car into gear.

Jimmy doesn’t answer for a long moment. When Scott glances over at him, he’s let his arm fall, staring straight ahead, chewing thoughtfully on his lip.

“Yeah,” he decides eventually. “I really do. Now when I look at it in the mirror, I can be reminded of you instead of them. And . . . I can make choices with my body. That feels really good.”

“I can imagine.”

Jimmy twists his arm around again, peering at what little of the tattoo can be seen through the plastic. “I like it,” he says, quieter. “Do you like it?”

“It was my top choice, Jimmy,” Scott reminds him. “And it looks cute on you. Much better than that fish would.”

Jimmy snorts. “You know what, since it was Lizzie’s idea, I’ll tell her I’ll only get it if she gets it too.”

“Please—if you get fish, get a different one,” begs Scott. “It was huge, it had that horrible ‘gone fishing’ sign—get something cute, not something that screams fifty-year-old midlife crisis.”

That gets a laugh out of his boyfriend, and a little tension that had been in Scott’s body since before the appointment finally dissipates, allowing his shoulders to ease and his fingers to loosen their grip on the wheel.

“I’ve been watching videos on word cover-ups, so I think I might get one of those,” Jimmy says when they’re almost home. “I’m . . . I think it would help, even though I can still trace the letters. But I’d like to try scar treatment first, so I don’t think I’m gonna get another tattoo any time soon.”

“And here I was thinking my boyfriend was about to get all inked up and awesome,” Scott teases.

“And something for words would have to be really big, and there’s not much I want that’s good for that,” Jimmy continues. He glances at Scott quickly, then turns his gaze out the window. “That’s life, I guess.”

Scott thinks that’s the end of the conversation. He’s happy leaving it there, with vague plans and ideas in mind to experiment with.

But later that evening, at home, as Jimmy washes dishes and Scott dries them, Jimmy blurts out, “Would I be wrong for wanting a canary tattoo?”

Scott pauses. “Um. No?”

Jimmy sighs. “See, it’s the only one that I think I would want that’s big enough and colorful enough to cover any words. But I don’t know that I could be okay with having it cover up one of those words, because of . . . connotations. But also. . . .” he sighs again, sets down his dishcloth.

“Scott, being the Canary was the only freedom I had, as awful as it was,” Jimmy explains, and it’s a credit to how far he’s come that Jimmy’s voice doesn’t even shake. “I didn’t love it, but I could go outside. I could literally fly. And I looked pretty cool, honestly. So if I got another tattoo, I think it would be a canary, but . . . I’m afraid that’ll cause more harm than good, with my mental health and all.”

“I . . . don’t know,” Scott says honestly, sliding a plate into place in the cupboard. “I’m not in your head. And it’s not my body. But you don’t have to decide today. You don’t have to decide any time soon. You can talk about it with other people, and with Nora. And we can start looking into scar treatment, if you think you’re ready for that.”

Jimmy picks up the cloth again, runs it under the water. “I don’t know,” he says eventually, voice unreadable. His face has set back into that guarded look, the one that Scott is now so familiar with. “Maybe.”

Whatever Jimmy’s unspoken other concerns are (and Scott knows that they exist, he can tell in the tenseness of his stance), Jimmy abandons that topic of conversation. He doesn’t bring up tattoos again for weeks.

But every so often, Scott catches him admiring the poppy, and he can’t help but feel a bubble of happiness.

Jimmy finally has a good reason to look in a mirror.

[boylikeanangel]

ok yknow what else. I am so glad they're acknowledging the 180. I haven't really voiced this cuz I was otherwise so excited for this season but I really was on the verge of indignation about them just deciding to make gabriel a goofy sidekick after he was literally the biggest villain of season 1. it really felt like they weren't willing to acknowledge just how much pain he's actually caused aziraphale and crowley and, to be honest, it seemed a little out of the blue that aziraphale would try to help him. but no. they're actually talking about it. it's a central point of conflict for them that crowley rightfully wants nothing to do with this because it's GABRIEL, he tried to kill aziraphale, he's still understandably terrified that heaven will try to hurt him again, and now he wants this guy nowhere near either of them, and cannot understand why aziraphale would have him in his bookship after what he's done. and as for why aziraphale wants to help him, that seems like it's actually going to be explored rather than just accepted for the sake of the plot moving forward. not only have they not forgotten just what gabriel did or tried to do last season, they're placing that lasting fear and apprehension towards him front and centre and are going to have aziraphale and crowley conflict over whether or not he deserves their help. I'm honestly so relieved because I had always been staunchly anti-gabriel and never really enjoyed the fandom's overly jovial attitude towards him, and was genuinely really skeptical when it seemed they were going to make him a sympathetic character in the new season, especially since the trailer played the comedic angle for all it was worth. but it's not just absurdity for absurdity's sake. it's actually something for our main couple to work through. the writing knows this is a difficult shift in dynamic to contend with. and they're directly employing it as an obstacle for aziraphale and crowley. it's really good and it's put a lot of my worries about the overall tone and messaging of this season to rest

[flugame-mp3]

what do you fucking mean that's how charlie dies. THAT'S HOW CHARLIE DIES??? i mean i know the show has a penchant for killing off every character who's not a winchester brother or an angel of thursday but good god. what the fuck. charlie was such a good and enjoyable recurring character, and she had such a fandom impact that i've seen, and she's only around for THREE SEASONS?? (sidebar: it's amazing she has the presence she does for only being around for a couple episodes in the long run!) but: was this necessary? and she just dies offscreen after her skills are utilized to progress the plot of decoding the book of the damned?? oh my god. what in the actual fuck. i'm finding myself getting genuinely very upset at her death. she did not fucking deserve that. and i can absolutely see why the fan response to her death is what it is now. completely fucking unjustified and throwaway and useless.

[orpheuslament]

on the way back from the gym i saw two teenage girls on scooters in the middle of the road & they kept crossing each other & interlocking their feet & they looked like they were having so much fun i hope they have the best summer of their life

[seraphdreams]

ran and corruption kink……..thinking about how he slowly gets you used to fucking anywhere and anytime….and about getting shy, little you used to his advances…..about how all he has to do is kiss you so sweetly on the face, whispering silk and candy and all things soft and sweet to you. nuzzling himself in your neck. sweet, sweet, and soft lips caught in a charming but dangerous smile against your skin because you’re so cute. shrinking and shriveling up into yourself like a tiny little turtle retreating back into its shell. but this time, this time, you try to accept him and his sweet words and his silky voice that makes you so ticklish and squeamish, and hot all the way down to your neck. this time, you don’t try to run from him to a safe distance away until you cool down. this time, you stay there and take it. take it until he can finally cradle you. take it until his tongue is finally down your throat and you’re clutching his nice expensive dress shirt till it wrinkles. take it until you breathe in his cologne and it makes your head dizzy with him. take it until you’re all wet and hot between your legs and ran is cupping his big hand over your mound, lithe, slender fingers surprisingly sturdy and firm on your cunt. he can feel you pulse and throb and he knows you’ll take his fingers like a good girl.

……….wow sorry for the horny word vomit, i miss him too.

(also hello, happy new years! wishing you health, safety, happiness, and success and growth. as well as a free palestine, sudan, yemen, congo, tigray, and many other countries suffering from occupation or interference from the western world.)

dior… you have me grasping for air… because why is this so?

it’s almost as if ran trains you that way. he uses those weaknesses you have for him as a weapon to get you right where he wants . . specifically speaking, giving into ran in situations you’d never even think of — the elevator ride from the top floor of his abode to the very bottom . . it gives him an ample opportunity to whisper those silky sweet nothings in your ear, kiss n bite at the flesh of your neck , and allow you to grind greedily over his palm . . had it been early into the pining stage of your relationship, you would’ve gotten all hot n bothered at the thought but now it’s your reality.