#don't do that kids

[rayssion]

James: what happened to you?

Regulus, really really upset: see, when an elder comes to you, not literally an elder but anyone who's born before you, even if it's just one day....

James: nods to him encouragingly.

Regulus: and they ask you a question that you don't know the answer for, and you just tell them that you have no idea...

James: nods again.

Regulus: and then they just have the audacity to tell you to do a research on it for them and then tell them the answer!

James:

Regulus: like what ?! Yes, I enjoy reading! Yes, I'm a swot! Yes, I eat books for breakfast! But that doesn't mean I'm your servant!

James:

Regulus: if you're curious about something go look it up yourself!

James, in tiny: but you love researching though....

Regulus: yes James, I do. But not for other people.

James:

Regulus:

James:

Regulus, mumbles: unless if they pay maybe.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Let me incoherently share my favourite Huma headcanon:

Rise timeline doesn't exist, btw, because I don't like it ✨

So, Ben is the King of Auradon at sixteen, right? That means it is also the age of majority in Auradon and on the Isle, not that anyone on the Isle really cares, but anyway. Adult stuff legal. You know, drinking, marriage...

Essentials for a king basically.

Coincidentally, when Core 4 leave for Auradon, the majority of them are sixteen: as are Sea Three.

And when the Core 4 publically declares Good, dooming the other Isle children, in they eyes of the Isle kids at least, well, it is perfectly legal for the pirates get drunk. (They'd get drunk even if it was illegal, but hey. Not the point.)

They get blackout drunk.

You know, hysterical laughter, shouting obscenities towards Auradon and Core Four, picking fights just because. The port is the epicenter of the Isle-wide ruckus, as it has clear wiev of Auradon.

Now, somewhere during that time... Harry Hook and Uma decide that they should get married. Like, right now.

They have not ever told eachother that they care of the other (not out loud), let even admit that there might be something like love between them: Villains can't love, please!

But, you know, it sounded like a good idea at that time.

And since their crew and Harry's sisters and basically all Isle kids have been shipping them since forever, they go along with it.

Gil officiates, of course: he gets the papers and gets Harriet to double check them. (Harriet then forwards the papers to Dr. F. And Yen Sid, making it as official as can be.)

Harry and Uma sign, their signatures clear for the amount of alcohol in their blood.

The hateful and resentful atmosphere turns into a careless celebration, all betrails forgotten for the night.

And when the Harry and Uma wake up next morning, well, they carry on as if nothing changed.

They don't remember a thing.

No one bothers talking to them about the wedding: Everyone assumes they know and just refuse to acknowledge it.

Harriet got just as much of a window as the two of them, and CJ is waiting for the chaotic fall out when they find out.

That doesn't happen for very long, though.

It's years after that when a wedding is mentioned on the Lost Revenge again. It's after the Royal Wedding, too.

„We should get married,“ mentions Uma offhandedly.

Harry, of course, is fully onboard with the idea. They start planning, only to be interrupted by confused Gil:

„Guys?“ he says, „You do know that you are already married, right?“

„WHAT?!“

„Well, yeah. I've got the papers in my cabin, do you want to see them?“

„YES.“

Gil fetches the certificate and the couple inspects them: They look real enough, and those are undoubtedly their signatures. And the date?

„We have been married this whole time?“ wonders Harry.

„Why didn't you tell us?!“ demands Uma, much less amused than Harry.

„Um, we,“ Gil struggles with the answer a bit, „We kidna assumed you knew.“

„What the fuck.“

(That was Uma.)

„Well, I still want a wedding,“ she says moments later, „Since I don't remember the first one.“

She glares at Harry as if it was his fault, and he just cackles: „Second wedding it is, love. Gotta up the purple dragon and the boy king, anyway.“

[waybrightgender]

night

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Megatron: Wow, I really love drinking dark Energon but it makes me feel extreme pain.

Starscream: Then just don't drink it nobody is making you, my lord...

Megatron: Don't tell me how to live my life you piece of scrap!!

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

I’ve overworked myself, didn’t sleep well and made myself super sick for the last few days, and I still haven’t done everything I’m supposed to do.

[wewontbesleeping]

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[underwhelmingalchemist]

One of the benefits of covid is that I have an excuse to drink a large barbie cup full of hot broth at one in the morning. One of the downsides of covid is the covid

[justsmth2]

re-reading pjo rn and this scene is always be funny

[strongermonster]

i taught a baking class for 12 year olds today and we made your garden variety chocolate chip cookies, but i’m a big believer in Questioning Everything and the who/what/where/why/when/how behind things, so the first part of the class was purposely letting the kids do things the wrong way, to show and explain why we do things the way we do.

“why do we bake cookies at 180 for 9 minutes when we could do 400 for 2 minutes?” -enter the godawful lump of coal with a still gross wet and uncooked inside

“why do we have to scoop out little cookies instead of doing the whole tray?” -ok well that one you can technically do if the spread is even. you just end up with one giant, structurally unsound cookie. “PLEASE CAN WE MAKE GIANT COOKIES” (we did make 1 giant tray cookie)

we talked a lot about why consistency is important, but i don’t think it really hammered home until i said “okay everyone gets ONE cookie, that’s fair, right?” and then handed out cookies of hugely varying sizes. + baked one fat lump of a cookie that still wasn’t done at the 9 minutes, vs the regular one i put in that came out charred by the time the first was actually done.

we also made a row of cookies where each one had one single differing ingredient omitted, like a cookie with no flour, or a cookie with no butter, and laid them all out on a single tray to bake together to see how each ingredient affects the outcome.

two of the little girls added cocoa to their cookie doughs until it matched the colour of each others skin to make best friend cookies, and that almost made me tear up a bit 🥺

got briefly distracted (...for over half an hour...) talking about how eggs form when someone cracked an egg and it had 2 yolks

expertly tolerated being asked how old i am (just turned 31 the other day) which was immediately followed by asking if i watched the moon landing live on tv

was so focused on keeping track of all the kids that in the end i forgot to make a cookie for myself, but it’s ok because one of the girls gave me this

tiny..........

[partywithponies]

No offence but some younger queer people heard "nonbinary is not a third gender" and interpreted that as "no nonbinary person identifies as a third gender".

And some people heard "nonbinary people are outside of the gender binary" and interpreted that as "no nonbinary person identifies as a binary gender. no nonbinary identifies as both 100% a man AND 100% a woman because that's not outside of the binary". (????)

And some younger nonbinary people seem to have internalised "well I'm nonbinary and I don't feel that way so you're wrong", even though the entire point of being nonbinary is that there's literally infinite ways to experience gender.

What I'm trying to say is, there's an identity entirely built around not fitting into narrow boxes, and yet a hefty chunk of our own community seems hellbent on forcing us into boxes anyway.

[carlyraejepsans]

i will never forgive popular UT fanon for using chara as a scapegoat in the genocide run and making "sans recognizes them and attacks them on sight regardless of what run they're in" headcanons so pervasive.

mostly because "restless spirit of a long dead child who's obsessed with the concept of cosmic retribution and facing consequences for your actions" + "guy whose job is just that but he treats it on par with his hot dog sidegig" is potentially one of the most hysterical dynamics you could come up with

UPDATE: you should REALLY check out the notes on this one

[risibledeer]

boat boys, shortgrass and greenbeans- what more could you ask for?

(ps-drawing reqs are open btw i need inspiration helpp)

[lazylittledragon]

mini comics from the steddie dads au!

i’m having too much fun with this

[ryllen]

ruggie when he's bored, fsddsds deuceeeeeee

[chamerionwrites]

Possibly The most surprising thing I have discovered on the internet is the number of people who will unironically refer to others as "degenerates" without expecting anyone reading this to immediately assume that they are a straight-up fascist