#idek what to tag this one

[slicedmayonnaise]

Being home always makes me realize how much I miss the country. I've been living in the city for a few months now, and god I miss the country. I miss the animals and wide open spaces and trees and fresh air.

But then I remember the racism and homophobia and transphobia.

Who wants to start a queer/bipoc villiage w me? Horses and livestock and farms. All the traditional southern values except it's safe and inclusive for everyone.

[musicals-and-mushrooms]

[rottingashes]

Does anyone else like. Have a concerningly serious issue with biting. Like genuinely at some points I want to bite something until it bleeds and I can feel the blood in my mouth, I don't think I'd actually be able to do it bc like. I don't *want* to actually hurt a living thing, I just want to be able to bite something super hard and the blood. Which doesn't make sense bc blood is inside living things but idk. I've been clenching my jaw a lot harder lately I've noticed idk if that's related or not. Sorry if none of this makes sense but if it does please give tips. Maybe biting suggestions. Idk

[chebyshevptera]

i think the fandom has this really warped perception of jay on this spectrum that is either intensely “he is a sad little crybaby who can’t do anything by himself” or intensely “he is a grown ass selfish problematic man who would kill someone for fun” which i really think needs to be properly addressed at some point

[mildeleef]

Day 13: General Systems Bus

Sensory overload

[l3v5ha]

#SEVERANCE: [ i'm a busy woman ... ]

[loosifey]

😐is this

😐is this not anti intellectualism?

Like is this not bold faced anti intellectualism, that the entire comment section was whole heartedly agreeing with?

Cause, words are important

Like for example, if i analyze this post, if I read the words and consider their established definitions, I notice something kinda interesting, kinda concerning actually.

This post says historians, not law makers, not Fox News hosts, not groups of people whose short term reaction to mass deportations or ICE arrests will determine the fate of tens of thousands of people. No it says historians

Those whose get to create the picture of our present that we in the future are supposed to look towards for factual depictions.

So I, personally, am not quibbling with whether the words concentration camps accurately describes what is currently going on in the US (it is kinda interesting that it’s these words originating around Jewish history whose definitions seem to keep coming under scrutiny; genocide, concentration camp, pogrom, nazi, ghetto - almost like society is obsessed with universalizing Jewish experiences, but I digress). No, I take issue with the framing of conversations to achieve clear, specific definitions of words as bad.

Shouldn’t historians use their words carefully? Because we don’t want there to be confusion over how bad things were, and when they were so bad. What Biden did to immigrants was NOT GOOD. But what Trump is doing to immigrants is MUCH WORSE. And the words historians use should clearly show that.

On top of that, the better we tailor the words, the less easy it is for bad faith actors to weaponize them. If we call everything a concentration camp and ignore or insult anyone who disagrees with our usage, (again I’m not saying the El Salvadoran prisons or ICE detention centers are not concentration camps, I’m criticizing the sentiment, not the politics) than what should stop a RFK loving historian from calling children’s vaccine clinics concentration camps?

Same goes for a word like genocide - if we use it more to indicate a certain vibe or level of moral outrage than we do to clearly depict what is occurring, than Tuck Carlson gets to say white genocide is happening and we can’t stop him. Because, this completely fictitious crisis he believes we’re going through, fits his definition of genocide, and I thought we weren’t supposed to argue about definitions 🤷‍♀️

Fuck you Onion, you ruined my morning

[bratbarzal]

On Your Side (NH13)

Pairing: Nico Hischier & Fem!OC Poppy Jensen

Rating: 18+ MDNI (chapters marked with *)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Accidental Pregnancy, Fake Dating, Miscommunication, Slow Burn (Kind Of)

General Warnings: Angst, Smut (marked with *), Fluff. (chapters will contain individual warnings)

Summary: Poppy Jensen’s job with the New Jersey Devils was supposed to be her first big step into adulthood - a way to prove to herself and her overbearing parents that she could make her own way in life. She was never supposed to become involved with any of the players. Becoming best friends with their captain was stupid. Getting her heart broken by him was tragic. Getting knocked up with his child was just plain messy.

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four*

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine*

chapter ten

chapter eleven*

chapter twelve

all related asks - all related posts

Bonus:

On My Side* aka Nico comes home to Poppy after scoring his first ever career hat-trick for the Devils, set around 8 weeks after the events of the fic, 6k words

“C’mon, like I need an excuse to hang out with you.” aka a blurb with pre-OYS Nico and Poppy - requested as part of my valentines blurb event

Kitty and Boo aka Poppy comes home to find Nico has misunderstood their child in the cutest possible way.

[throughthelabrynth]

for the love of my life.

[epiaphany]

All right, on three, everyone, okay? One, two, three!

epiaphany's 911 advent calendar - 24/24

this is also a christmas/thank you gift for steph (@mischiefbuckley) ♡ for generally being the sweetest and also for making this post that literally made me tear up. you’re an angel, i love you to the core, thank you for the support. buck to my eddie ♡

[helcef]

kimiko my good friend kimiko who happens to have fangs dw abt it

[orengejoshi]

sry, imma be gone from this forever...sry...

😢

what's wrong anon, context? am I missing something? I can be a little slow-

you better don't think to do anything stupid.

here

take this Flug, he has flowers for you. I'll be seeing you here again tomorrow I hope

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Redraw of an AU I started writing and drew a panel of four years ago. Featuring Obi-Wan and co accidentally flying through a wormhole and crashing in First Age Beleriand. What could possibly go wrong?

Version without writing, original from 2021 + excerpt from the fic under cut.

Featuring my design for Maedhros and Maglor, and an Ahsoka redesign.

Art only allowed for personal use ie. phone/laptop wallpapers.

Do not repost or upload. Reblogs are always appreciated.

Except from the scene:

Maedhros was making his way to lunch when the young soldier came running through the gates, pausing by the redhead to bow before running to Maglor’s office. At the end of the hallway, he paused. Maedhros quirked an eyebrow.

“My Lord! I have an urgent message for Lord Maglor... But perhaps it would be easier if I told both of you.”

Maedhros inwardly frowned but nodded and strode to his brother’s room, the soldier jogging to keep up with his long strides.

Maglor was carrying on with the reports he’d almost fallen asleep on the night before when the sharp knock caught his ears. The door opened.

“My Lord. Commander Lintiel has found the foreigners.”

“Tell me what happened.” Maglor commanded, waving in the two elves.

The soldier proceeded to tell them of a transport that fell out the sky and the strange occupants within it. How their weapons shone with light and their skill in combat and survival.

“I would not have believed had I not seen with my own eyes. They do not seem hostile, but remain under guard. There are two Generals, a Captain and a Commander. The younger General is a former student of the other; he now teaches the Commander.”

“How long until they arrive?”

“Sundown.”

“And the orcs?”

“All dead. But their numbers have been increasing.”

Maglor shared a look with his brother.

“Thank you. Brief my Captain on the situation then get something to eat. You have done well.” Maedhros dismissed the guard, who left with a bow.

The door closed and the redhead pulled up a chair with a sigh and a wry smile.

“Since when did you get foresight Kano?”

Maglor looked at him flatly.

“Not foresight. A feeling.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Yes.”

“Alright alright.” Maedhros conceded, raising an arm in surrender.

Maglor rolled his eyes, but capped the ink pot and leaned back in his chair, a single hand rubbing his eyes.

“So, oh great Lord of Himring. How do we handle this one?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you? You said they weren’t a danger.”

“I said they’re not necessarily a danger. Clearly, whoever or whatever they are, they have skill and could most definitely be a problem if they wanted to. We must be cautious.”

Maedhros smiled sharply.

“That will be no trouble.”

Maglor gave him a reprimanding glance and stood, walking to the main entrance of the fortress.

“Do try not to frighten them away, dear brother,” he said dryly, “they are not hostiles.”

Maedhros rolled his eyes.

“Another... feeling?”

Maglor scowled.

“If I say yes, will you listen?”

“I trust you, brother.” Maedhros replied, now serious. The two elves paused by the gate. He looked the younger in the eye. “I know you will not lead me astray.”

Maglor smiled and nodded, the weight of the words not lost on him, and the redhead returned the smile. An hour passed in which guards were surreptitiously placed around the premises, but the two lords knew the security would most likely be seen. One did not simply become a general, and by the sounds of things, these foreigners were young even for mortals.

There was a signal at the gate, and Maedhros nodded. A few shouts later, the gate was opened and Lintiel rode in ahead, leaped off her horse and bowed to the Feanorions.

“My Lords.”

Lintiel as an elf of the Gap faced Maglor, who stepped forward.

“Lintiel. Report.”

The news was as expected, almost the same message the young soldier had given.

“As of yet they have shown no signs of hostility towards us.” She paused for a moment, weighing up her next words and Maglor gently pushed her on.

“Speak, my friend. You would not do so unless you were sure of something.”

Lintiel frowned slightly and replied.

“I know I have met them for barely a day, but I feel drawn to these strangers, they radiate a strange inner light. Nevertheless I am wary.”

The brothers exchanged a surprised glance, and now Maedhros replied.

“You have done well, Lintiel, we will take your words into consideration.” Maedhros now called with a loud voice that all the soldiers could hear. “Eat then rest, all of you. It has been a long hunt.”

As the soldiers bowed then made their way through, Lintiel muttered to the two:

“They speak only the tongue of Men.”

She called the soldiers surrounded the four travellers forward, gave a short bow, then left, gesturing for the cavalry to follow and the four to stay where they were.

Once alone in the main hall, Maedhros and Maglor analysed the beings before them, taking note of them doing the same. Some time passed before Maedhros finally spoke, projecting his most kingly aura.

“So. You’re the ones I was told to expect.” He paused, ignoring Maglor rolling his eyes at the drama. “Who are you and what do you want?”

Obi-Wan stepped forward with a bow, not at all intimidated.

“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. My companions are Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex of the 501st Legion. We seek shelter and a place to rest. Unfortunately our transport has been damaged beyond repair and communication to our men will take some time to figure out and re-establish.” Obi-Wan paused. “I should also mention that Ahsoka here is of a species common to where we come from. She is no creature like the orcs.”

Maedhros nodded once, but still stared disconcertingly at the four, watching as the Captain’s hand tightened around the strange black weapon, and the two youngest beings grasped the silver hilts on their waists.

Only the Master did nothing, meeting his eyes with firm resolve.

[poppyfamily]

FEBRUARY 14, 1988 - EASTON, MASSACHUSETTS

Happy Birthday, Amanda! ♡

[loverrrrrr17]

Can we talk about how America Ferrera delivered this insanely beautiful and impactful monologue about the hardships of being a woman. One of which is the fact that women have to be accountable for men’s actions which she says herself is insane.

And yet.

Here we are. Having to explain to men that the Barbie movie is not anti-men or sexist or meant to make men hate themselves.

We have to, yet again, be accountable for what men feel, and explain that, oh no we don’t hate you! We didn’t mean to upset you! Because the whole point was lost on them.

And now instead of my dash being filled with the magnificence of Barbie and the discoveries she’s made or even just the fact that Ken starts taking control of his life, I am instead somehow subjected to discourse after discourse of people needing to break down the movie so men will stop complaining about it.

I just. Wow. Being a woman. It always comes back to this, doesn’t it. And I hate it. Because we deserve more honestly.

[evil-blinkies]

also i nabbed a bunch of the banners off the project diva sites and posting here incase anyone wants them too