#and they're all in a polycule together

[redgemwink]

check out my army of beautiful trans women

[platoapproved]

iwtv ships + book quotes

[boxbrained]

[notfeelingthyaster]

self publicizing my own fanfic because i fear loumandstat not popular, but i shall persevere

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58295890

[razzberrydazz]

I fully believe in BG3 Polycule supremacy, everyone is hot and dating each other, yes they may be trauma bonded due to the whole experience but we don't have to unpack ALL of that!

"Hi I'm Shadowheart and these are my three girlfriends Lae'Zel and Karlach and Minthara (she insists she be the top Dom of our relationship at all times), over there is Wyll who is Karlach and Lae'Zel's boyfriend, beside him is Wyll's boyfriend Astarion, over there is Astarion's boyfriends Gale and Halsin, also there's Jaheira who Karlach had a fling with, Minsc isn't dating anyone here but is basically Jaheira's pet himbo, and standing by the campfire is tav/Durge who is our camp Bitch (affectionate) whose ex-boyfriend Gortash keeps trying to convince to get back with him. Also there's the Emperor stuck in the damn artefact trying to seduce Tav at all times."

Tav/Durge: "You know just because I'm dating All of you does not mean I'm the camp bitch."

The rest of the party: Wrong. You're Our Bitch.

[feralkwe]

me: well, given kit and thancred's fight, if dawntrail ends my ot3 i will just have to accept that

dawntrail:

we're so back, baby.

[steelthroat]

Autobot high command is just a big polycule, and you can't change my mind, you can just add bots to the mix, not subtract them.

[queer-apocalypse]

I'm tired of all the Kataang vs Zutara discourse plaguing this fandom since 2009 where my Zutaang connoisseurs at

[innytoes]

I will be shocked if I'm the only one who sends you this, but: found family Thanksgiving, greater polyphantoms polycule

It wasn't like Thanksgiving was the biggest deal, Julie tried to reason with herself, even as she refreshed her phone again, and again, and again. She didn't even like Thanksgiving that much. The Molinas had always been more of a Christmas kind of family. Mostly because Mom liked the sparkly lights and Dad was a fiend for gingerbread.

But her phone still said that all flights to LA were cancelled, and would be until after the holidays, due to the stupidly early snowstorms. She should have just done what most people had done, and skip her last few days of class to catch an earlier flight.

But she really couldn't afford to miss more of her stupid mandatory PE credit dance classes, after she already missed two in a row due to oversleeping after staying up working on her musical composition homework and a bout of the flu. So her dad and her aunt had advised her to not skip, school came first, it would be fine, the news was always being dramatic anyway.

She couldn't even bear to call her dad, knowing that just the sound of his voice would make her burst into tears. Instead she texted him the screenshot, and he sent her back a very long text about how much he loved her and would miss her and he'd send some money so she could get something nice to treat herself. They could video call all day if she wanted to.

She sent him a little thumbs up, before throwing herself at her pillow and having a good cry. Then, she went down the dorm hall to get a hot shower and change into her coziest, most comforting PJs to have a little pity party with the hidden lock box of snacks under her bed. (Her roommate Kayla was an awesome friend but also a dirty snack thief.)

The dorms were echoingly empty. It was almost creepy. The food hall was closed for the holidays, so she quickly heated up some water for instant noodles before hurrying back to her room. She stayed up too late comfort-watching Gilmore Girls and eating an entire roll of Oreos and several mini chocolate chip muffins before falling asleep amidst the crumbs. Excellent pity party.

She woke up to what sounded like three separate people knocking on her door. For a moment, she was confused, before she blearily shoved her glasses onto her face and rolled out of bed. She opened the door angrily, ready to snap at whoever was disturbing her wallowing. "What the hell are you doing knocking so early it's only..." she threw a look at the clock and deflated. "Um, noon."

"Julie!" Oh no. That was Luke, from her song writing class. The guy who she kind of had a crush on, with his cute smile and his pretty eyes and his brilliant lyrics and his- "You were right, Reg, she's totally still here, just like you said."

"Not that I was stalking you or anything!" Oh no, and there was her other crush, red-cheeked and fidgeting. Reggie was in her dance class, one of the few people who showed up yesterday. Which meant that they'd been partnered up a lot. Which had been really nice, except also very, very distracting. "It's just that you were saying you were going to the airport right after class but the news said everything's shut down and we just wanted to check if maybe you were still here but not to like be weird or creepy but-"

"Oh for..." A third boy, in a pink hoodie and backwards baseball cap said. "We wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to our Friendsgiving party."

"Orphan and Stranded People Tofurkey And Epic Sides Meal That Does Not Perpetuate A Fake Racist Narrative Party!" someone called from down the hall, where they were knocking on doors, apparently to see if anyone would open.

"Willie, that's too long..." Pink Hoodie started, before sighing. "Okay. Yeah, that."

"I... I don't have anything to bring," she said, looking at her now sadly empty snack box. "Except for maybe some stray peanut butter cups."

"That's okay," Willie said, moving back towards her room. None of the other doors opened. "We were planning on breaking into the kitchens anyway, there'll be plenty of food there. Besides the Tofurkey, of course."

"Yeah, Alex stole that from work!" Reggie beamed.

"I did not!" Alex, pink hoodie guy, said, his voice high pitched. "I just... used my staff discount."

"You rang it up as a single grape," Luke pointed out.

"The manager is an asshole and ordered way too many anyway," Alex shrugged. "She won't notice."

Honestly, hanging out with both of her crushes and what appeared to be a set of Chaos Gremlins seemed much better than faking internet connectivity issues so she wouldn't cry on a video call home. So she agreed to come if she could change into something more suited for breaking and entering (and impressing her crushes) and then joined in the 'search party'.

In the end, there were seven of them. Willie made picking the lock to the kitchens look easy, and they all had a great time sneaking around and rummaging through the kitchens for food. Flynn took charge, delegating 'the eye candy' to mix and chop and stir when all of the admitted they had no idea how to cook a turkey, much less a Tofurkey. Julie, after a brief rapid fire round of questions, was put in charge of the stove, since 'she could be trusted with fire'.

While they were cooking, the stories came out. Luke wasn't going home for the holidays because his parents had freaked out when they found out he'd switched his major to music. Reggie and Alex didn't have any family to go home to ("none worth our time, anyway"). Willie's uncle was in Paris, but he'd sent a bunch of money so he could eat out 'somewhere they don't serve cranberry sauce from a can'.

"But you're here with us breaking into the kitchen?" Julie asked, pointedly looking at the cans of cranberry sauce on the counter.

"He already spent it all on art supplies," Alex said fondly.

Flynn was stranded, like her. Carrie, who hadn't been very talkative, just gave a curt 'I don't want to talk about it'. Reggie got her to smile, though, by guessing more and more outlandish scenarios, beaming and shouting 'I knew it' when she finally gave in and agreed that yes, her pegasus was in the shop so she couldn't fly home to her fairy kingdom.

By the time her dad called to check in on her, the Tofurkey, rolls, and mac and cheese were in the oven, and they were all laughing. She made the rounds, introducing her new friends, beaming when they all waved back just as dorkily as her dad was.

And if next year she brought them all home with her? The more the merrier.

And if a couple of years after that, they were the ones hosting their friends and family at their own Thanksgiving party in their shared house, trading cranberry flavoured kisses and bites of stuffing while cooking together?

Maybe Julie liked Thanksgiving after all.

[garbomode]

genuinely sucks that happened to zheng yi sao like imagine you build up this incredible army and then this absolute loser that you tried to form an alliance with just burns it all to the ground. like i'm devastated for her man that was her whole life!!

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

tonaegiri mutually agree 'i would not mourn you when you die' while each thinking to themself that they would sacrifice themself first to save the others

[19871997]

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[svtskneecaps]

i'm mourning the loss of purgatory's Government Assigned Team Dynamics (because i'm a sucker for shaking up dynamics and the forced interactions of people who may not otherwise have spoken) so please indulge me with your dream egg parenting group i'll start, bagi tina and rivers [i'm right]

[elizabethrobertajones]

I was in such a HW Dragonsong War homoeroticism era haze I had to be reminded I ship my own WoL with Aymeric intensely too, and she also is extremely easy for him to pick up like she weighs nothing.

Halone bless bisexuality.

[mjrino]

Hey new Splatoon song just dropped! I'm going to check it ou- whart why am i cyring

[starberry-cupcake]

Touya and his polycule cheering Syaoran on with threats, because Yue and Touya are both Like This, Yukito was unable to comment since Yue had to take over and Ruby Moon is just excited to do things