#hate kids and be tolerant

[oifaaa]

I dont think we as a society do enough with the fact that in current dc continuity the original story of how Damian was born is canon and that technically includes the bit were Talia gives Damian up for adoption as she thought that would be what's best for him bc there's a lot that can be done with this

[vigilskeep]

i need to wynnepost. somebody has to

[gaylittlewizardcat]

I completely understand people who say they don’t like Cats, it’s not everyone’s thing and it doesn’t have to be. But people who act like it’s objectively bad? They genuinely baffle me. Like are they unaware it’s one of the highest grossing musicals of all time??? Or do they choose to ignore it on purpose cause they’re scared of the truth?

[goldensunset]

pla was like hey what if you got sent back in time to a world where a bunch of people hate you for existing and think you must be evil and force you to perform herculean tasks daily just to be tolerated except there’s this one guy who seems to genuinely like you and he thinks it’s really cool that you’re an outsider from another world and he’s there for you in your worst moment when no one else is brave enough to help and then later after it’s all been resolved you find out that this entire mess was his fault in the first place he’s the reason that you’re here he’s the reason that the world was ending and you got blamed for all of that and he turns on you suddenly and reveals he was just using you to achieve his own selfish goal and after you put a stop to him he curses you for being an outsider sent here just to stop him and now suddenly he genuinely hates you more than anyone else because it has dawned on him that you are the epitome of all that he wishes he could be

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Thranduil Can’t Get Drunk

No seriously, neither Thranduil, nor those of his line (oropher, legolas, etc) can get drunk. At least not off of the liquor commonly served.

The only way they can get more than slightly tipsy is with a highly specialized alcohol that they invented that takes 10 years to make.

It’s a result of how much they drink.

The thing is, they’re happy and functional drunks, so unlike others, who start behaving badly or incoherently after to many drinks, they don’t feel the need to stop drinking just because of a personality shift, so they drink almost all the time.

At this point legolas can drink non-stop while on guard duty and still be able to perform just as well as when he was sober.

So yeah, Thranduil might act drunk after too many drinks, but he isn’t at all and only does it to get away from people he doesn’t like.

Legolas has a habit of challenging anyone outside of his realm to a drinking competition bc they either don’t know (Elladan and elrohir) or don’t believe that he physically cannot get drunk unless it’s his own special brew (glorfindel).

They always regret it.

The fellowship: *at the wedding reception to Arwen and Aragorn*

The fellowship, minus Aragorn bc he knows better, plus faramir, eomir and eowyn: *enters drinking competition*

Arwen: *taking bets bc she absolutely will take advantage of the situation to make extra money*

The twins: *egging on the competition bc they remember their own bet that they lost and now want everyone else to suffer*

Aragorn: *tired dad sigh*

Gandalf: *inside cackles*

The results:

The hobbits: *merry is out for the count, with pippin giggling up a storm unable to stand straight, sam is giving a lecture on gardening, and Frodo is cackling insanely*

Gimli: *slurring words* -and that’s how my father helped win the battle-

Faramir: *hyperactive squirrel for 30 minutes before immediately crashing where he stands*

Eowyn: *challenging everyone to a fight*

Eomir: *thinks he can beat legolas now since he’s witnessed this competition before after helms deep* *is wrong*

Legolas: *on his third barrel with no difference between now and when he was sober, being cheered on by a crowd*

Arwen: *cackling like a money grubbing gremlin on crack*

Aragorn: *tired dad sign 2.0*

Elrond: *so happy that at least his children were smart enough not to challeng legolas in a drinking competition this time*

[wabblebees]

just finished the new fantasy high episode and havent seen anyone talk abt this so i wanted to say i am 100. one HUNDRED PERCENT sure. that fuckin fourdogs was at that party invisibly (the One And Only buttfucker to NOT make an obvious appearance?? rules-follower or no, i dont believe that for a SECOND) and that she stole the piece of the cloud runner that went missing, and that the moment of her swipe was the "something" riz missed on his check -- i also really *hope* it wasn't oisin that made those damn ice mephits (or "muffets" as my beloved drunk adaine christened them lmao) act up like that, but immmmm pretty sure thats exactly what was goin on since it wouldve given his party member advantage/an easier access point :/

[sysig]

Giving nicknames, testing boundaries (Patreon)

[blueingsfairy]

the thing that lowkey kills me about spider is that, it’s you can’t blame anyone too much in that situation( except jake. fuck jake ). it’s unfair to expect neytiri to be okay with son of the man who destroyed her home walking around with her kids, it’s unfair to expect them to sacrifice their safety for spider when he gets caught, it’s unfair to hold it against her when she uses him as a bargain because she’s a mother who just lost a child and she can’t lose another. it’s unfair to hold her it against her too much. but at the same time it’s not his fault who his father is and it’s not his fault human imperialism is plaguing pandora again. it’s not his fault he is an orphan of war and it’s not his fault that he needed someone. so i can’t really hold it against him too much when he saves quadritch. it’s grey areas all around.

[scoliosisgoblin]

doodles and some lore. I'm tired.

[5-pp-man]

like I’ve been saying.

[smokeys-house]

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[sammyloomis]

just had the irrevocable urge to redraw this meme as the ud kids because it is absolutively poselutely them

[tuesdayscanons]

Do you think Arcus is flustered because:

A) he has a crush on Gale

or

B) Arcus is upset that Gale is tagging along because he wanted to be alone with Maud, even if it'd mean leaving Gale completely alone on Christmas

I think you can already guess the answer.

[jrueships]

yes. often. i think diggs Every day of My Life (/neg) (/unfortunate) (/nonpos)

i-

[hunnter]

This must be the growth the Torys keep talking about

[ghostshadowmx]

Mmm not particularly proud of this but it's not like. Burn in a fire and never look at it again level bad. So I'll live.

Have some Theatre Kid Duo. I didn't write this with Shadowpeach or Spicynoodles in mind but you're certainly welcome to take it that way if you get more enjoyment out of it that way.

I would refine this more but it was kinda meant to be a rough draft anyway so. Have. Lemme know if I should throw this on Ao3 as well.

Inspired by @pumpkinspice202's prompt. I kinda detoured from it a bit (whoops) but meh. Hope it still works.

   Red Son sat down in his “secret lair” with a huff of annoyance.  “That – little –!”

   “Kid beat ya again?” Macaque’s voice startled Red Son out of his seat with a yelp.

   “What the – what are you –?” Red Son cut himself off with a growl of annoyance and sat back down, resting his elbow on his desk and his chin in his hand.  “Unfortunately.”

   Red Son felt the uneasy prickle up his spine of Macaque’s eyes on him as he glared ahead.  The silence stretched out an uneasily long time, feeling physical enough Red Son felt like he could grab it and crush it in his hands.  Fire caught on the edges of his hair, emitting a small warmth that did not match the burning annoyance threatening to burst from his chest.

   Finally, Macaque broke the silence.  “Y’know, usually you’re not so glum after losing a fight.” Macaque rested his arm on Red Son’s shoulder, completely ignoring the glare Red Son sent his way.  “What happened?”

   Now, usually, Red Son was above dumping his issues on a stranger.  Usually, when the flames burst, they burst out in waves of bright hot fire in place of his hair, and irritated insults he could barely push past the thickness of anger in his throat.

   But this time, he couldn’t sputter out an insult or relatively empty threats, because his annoyance was from the Noodle Boy, and the Noodle Boy wasn’t there.

   “It’s so dumb!” Red Son snapped as he slammed his fists down on the table with a small thump and the click clacks of a couple plastic bottles vibrating against each other.  “He’s just so –“ Red Son hesitated as his fingers curled, struggling for words.  “S-stupid!”

   “Stupid, huh?” Macaque asked with a grin. 

   “You’re enjoying this too much.” Red Son muttered flatly as more annoyance bubbled in his chest.  “Yes, stupid!” He clenched his jaw and groaned softly.  “He runs right into danger, and he still wins!  Does he even know what impulse control is?”

   Macaque laughed softly.  “Sounds like someone I used to know.” He sighed and shook his head.  “Thought everything would be fine, as long as we were together.”

   “But he doesn’t understand that it’s not fine!” Red Son groaned.  “These things take planning, and time!”

   “But he thought he didn’t need to, because –“

   “’I’m the Monkie Kid!’, ugh!” Red Son growled.  “I hate his endless optimism.” He grumbled as he shoved his face into his hands.   “It’s going to get him killed.”

   “I hated how carefree he was.  I knew it would get us in trouble.”

   “I hate how he kids around mid-fight.  Like he’s never taking these things seriously.”

   “I hated how light he always kept things.  Like he never cared about danger.”

   “I hate how he’s always ready to run into fire to help his friends.  He never thinks about the danger!”

   “I hated how far he would go to protect the ones he cared about.”

   “I hate how he refuses to give up on anyone even if they’re beyond gone.”

   “I hated how stubborn he was.  How he’d never give up, no matter who he was against.”

   “I hate how he lights up the room just by being there.”

   “I hated how he always knew how to lift us up.”

   “I hate his stupid laugh.”

   “Dumb smile.”

   “The way he jumps around when he’s figured something out.”

   “The flip he does when the first firework goes off.”

   “The doodles he does.”

   “The paintings he did on the walls.”

   “His grin when I agree to hang out.”

   “How he lights up when I handed him the last peach.”

   “How his face softens when he’s really relaxed.”

   “The warmth in a genuine smile.”

   Red Son smiled.  The burning annoyance in his chest melted away to a softer warmth.  A warmth that came with seeing the Noodle Boy’s eyes glow when Red Son stayed a little longer.  A warmth that came with watched Noodle Boy hum contently as he doodled his family.  A warmth that came with seeing the soft smile, the joyful smile, the determined grin, every angle of every little type of real smile MK gave.

   And Red Son couldn’t help but find even the parts that annoyed him a bit endearing, too.