#but I'm still happy with it

[phantom-of-the-501st]

I feel like this is going to be one of those things where I'm going to need a complete rewatch of the show to work out where I stand because rn I'm relatively happy with the ending but I feel like I need to look at the show as a whole to really work out how well it tied everything together

[pnwfunguys]

Trying to get a better look at these (my best guess) Mulch Maids and making a spore print.

Leratiomyces \\ Big Island, Hawaii \\ fall 2023

[ereshai]

Phlint with 3 for the bed sharing scenarios?

"we have to sleep on the forest ground, so everything can be the bed, but we still sleep close, because we feel too exposed"

No Ritz, No Ramada (Not Even a Rodeway)

"What part of the plan is this, sir?" Barton asked once they were sure the security team they were avoiding had moved on. They were currently tucked under some underbrush behind a fallen log; they would have to move to better cover soon. That was a relatively simple matter, as long as they avoided detection; luckily there was no electronic surveillance beyond the target facility's fenced perimeter. Unfortunately, the plan had not involved entering the forest surrounding the facility at all. The whole thing was fubar.

"The part where we abort the mission and another team attempts to retrieve the intel at a later date." Phil began to crawl backwards out of the brush and Barton followed.

"But our ride won't be here until tomorrow, huh?" Barton mumbled. Phil wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear or not, but there was no point in pretending.

"That's correct, Barton."

"So we're sleeping in the dirt tonight." He sounded resigned yet cheerful. It was only the third time Phil had worked with Barton, and so far they were three for three for ops going south in mildly infuriating, but not truly dangerous, ways. Every time, Barton took things in stride. Phil appreciated it; there were plenty of otherwise good agents who would already be complaining about sleeping rough.

They trekked through the trees, stepping carefully over roots and circling tangles of bushes, heading in the general direction of their pickup site. They didn't talk much; the noise they were making as they walked could be explained away as a deer or a bear - voices, not so much. Phil's stomach rumbled; he resigned himself to a long, cold, hungry night.

A ration bar appeared at his shoulder. "Don't worry, it's one of the fake chocolate ones," Barton murmured.

"Thank you." Phil took the ration bar and ate it slowly as they went on. The fake chocolate ones were the best of the bunch, but the bar they were clearing to claim that title was on the ground.

They reached their destination as dusk fell. Summer was just turning to all, so the forecast had promised cool temperatures, but not freezing. Phil still wasn't looking forward to it.

"Lovely accommodations you've arranged for us," Barton said with a grin.

"Next time I'll book the Ritz, just for you," Phil replied. Barton was definitely growing on him.

"A guy like me at the Ritz? Ramada's high-class enough for me." Barton made himself comfortable at the base of a tree and pulled out two ration bars from a cargo pocket.

"Noted." Phil settled next to Barton, and Barton handed one of the bars to him. "I'm glad one of us is prepared. I don't have anything more useful than a ballpoint pen in my pockets."

"Agent Coulson, less than perfectly prepared for any situation? The baby agents will be heartbroken." Barton chuckled and let his head fall back against the tree trunk.

"I'm not sure my reputation will ever recover."

"Don't worry, sir, your secret is safe with me."

"I appreciate that, Barton." Phil wrapped his arms around himself. In addition to not having anything useful for spending the night in the forest, he was not dressed for the occasion in the slightest. It was time for the cold part of their long night to begin. At least he wasn't hungry.

Barton pulled a package out of another pocket. "Blanket?"

Phil took the package. "A survival blanket? Got a rabbit in there, too?"

"No, but if you have a coin, I can make it come out of your ear." Barton produced yet another survival blanket from his pocket. Phil wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out a tent next. He unfolded his blanket and wrapped up. Barton quickly did the same.

"Why do magicians always ask for a coin? What if nobody has one?"

"There's always someone with a coin. And they ask because who wants their money covered in someone's earwax? That's just gross."

Phil snorted a laugh. "I'll take first watch if you want to get some rest, Barton."

"There's a few good vantage points, if you-"

"We should stay close, share our body heat."

"That does sound better," Barton wriggled down until he was laying next to Phil, who was still sitting up. "Forget Ramada, I'd take the jankiest Rodeway over this."

Phil agreed. "Get some sleep, Barton. I'll wake you in a few hours." Barton went to sleep, in the way of experienced soldiers across the world, and Phil settled in for his hours of boredom (if he was lucky). Barton was really starting to grow on him. Phil wouldn't mind spending more fubar'd missions with him.

[heatsu]

silly victorian boy

[laughingcatwrites]

As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[nouverx]

It's funny how my Alastor art is like

"Baby boy baby!!"

".... Evil"

[twistcmyk]

[xray-vex]

"Like stuff. Don't be someone that doesn't like stuff, and if you don't like stuff, don't be a dick about it."

- David Jenkins

[romansleftshoulderpad]

As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years

[radio-ghost-cooks]

GUYS WE HAVE A FAKED COROCORO PAGE

WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[starwarjotta]

looking for someone on Tatooine

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[liverpepper]

a (little) liverpepper sora comic, for rainy-sunshine days ☔️💛