#anyway. that's all

[theminecraftbee]

Bdubs walks next to Scar for a time as he leaves the Crastle once more, bow in hand. He squints at Scar for a while. He’s humming. It’s always suspicious when Scar is acting quite this cheerful. Scar doesn’t act this cheerful unless he’s trying to hide why he’s cheerful, is the thing.

“I know you,” Bdubs says.

“Yes, you do!” Scar says.

“I know you. You don’t like Ren. What’s stopping you from killin’ him, huh?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Scar says immediately.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that if you go after the throne -”

“Relax, relax!” Scar says, putting his hands up. “The throne? Bdubs, why on earth would I want that?”

“I mean, I’ve seen you on a throne before,” Bdubs says.

Scar stops walking. He turns to Bdubs, and considers him for a moment. “So you have. Well, you don’t have to worry. Even if I were to loose an arrow in Ren’s direction, I have no desire to take his position. And, I mean, right now, I don’t really have that much desire to kill him, either!” He stops to think for a moment. “I mean, not more than the normal amount, at least.”

“Not more than the normal amount? What does that mean!” Bdubs says.

“It means that it’s no more than - oh, well, you know.”

Bdubs grumbles, but he doesn’t press. “Fine, fine. Why should I trust you about this, anyway? About - about Ren’s private area - stop snickering - or about not killing him, or not taking power, huh? Like I said, I know you, Scar! You push, and you push, and you push, and you don’t stop pushing until, until someone else pushes you back!”

Scar doesn’t answer for a while. He adjusts his gloves. The leather on the outside is black, but as he adjusts them, Bdubs can see the white lining. Or, well, what should be white. It’s a bit, uh, bloody, that lining is.

“Oh, you’re worried about me,” Scar says.

“What? No, I’m worried about -”

Scar laughs. “Bdubs, Bdubs, Bdubs. Why would I be anything except exactly where I want to be right now? I mean...”

He turns to Bdubs and he smiles in a sharp way Bdubs hasn’t seen in a while. Bdubs steps back.

“Ren said I could kill whoever I wanted!”

He starts walking away again.

“Except me,” Bdubs says. He’s not sure why he says it. He just does. Scar stops walking one last time.

“Yes, I suppose except for you,” Scar says, and then he lights a rocket, and he’s gone. Bdubs looks after him for a moment.

Sometimes, he wonders about that man. At least the king is holding the leash.

...for now.

Bdubs sighs. Regardless, there are bigger threats for the time being. He’s at least assured Scar has no reason to bite the hand that feeds him until it stops giving him food. And, well, that’s at least a few more weeks coming. Bdubs hopes so, at least. Bdubs really hopes.

[peachcitt]

normally i never make resolutions because im of the opinion that you can change your life whenever you want and technically speaking any day of the year can be the start of a new year. that being said. my past year was kind of garbage.

so! i have decided to be more keen on new years resolutions, especially making ones that will hopefully make me feel better if something i can't control affects me negatively. i actually made a huge list of resolutions, more than i put here, that all kind of boil down to trying out ways to make my life more comfortable and fulfilling for myself and the people around me.

happy new year everybody i hope this year treats us all kindly :)

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[suiheisen]

gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[soranker]

laios985

[chase-prairie]

Loving reminder from your land history auntie:

North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.

Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.

Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.

[lilislegacy]

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

[detectivehole]

this is what i sent

this is what i got

[mistercrowbar]

“Leaving a fang out is vampire blepping” lead to “astarion yawns like a cat”

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[maxthesillyy]

[crabussy]

reblog for a larger sample size and to reduce sample bias!!