#it could be solved with Trains

[bungone]

i think it's very nice and very cool that we have a wildfire season here in california the same way that we have rainy seasons i'm sure that's a 100% normal thing and not incredibly horrifying if you take a minute to think about it

[swan2swan]

Sammy Gutierrez + Beating the Stuffin' Outta Folks Who Deserve It

[lizardsfromspace]

Telling someone you had a bad day, before: "Hey buddy that's rough, I'm sorry"

Telling someone you had a bad day, now: "I'm sorry, but it's really unfair to expect me to perform the emotional labor of responding to this right now. I'm not in the proper brain space and I'm not trained to deal with such a problem, have you looked up therapists in your area? 🙏 Best of luck on your self-care journey!"

[vitaspera]

unhinged calix / viorel yapping commences..

[artinandwritin]

OK OK OK

I was watching rob!!!!!

Gem of a different kind to be exact!!

And there's this bit in the final sequence where Fishlegs goes to get the egg from Mrs Larson

And she's says something about Gustav to Fishlegs (can't remember im so stupid)

But she has a cart with the egg in it and in the cart is a baby and when the cart goes down the great halls stairs she says "My baby!"

Gustav younger sibling!?!?!?!?!?! Od you have anything on this, cause I don't!!

I just figured I'd send this im rolling about this

OH YES OKAY SO!!! I have some thoughts on this topic.

So this baby appears twice this episode, once in the beginning when the Berkians are clammoring for the stone of good fortune. Her mother says smt along the lines of "help my baby, she needs good fortune!" and Tuffnut comments that the baby is really, really effing ugly. Moments later, Gustav's mom offers up her first born (Gustav) in exchange for the stone of good fortune (bit messed up but it's the funniest bit of lore. Just imagine having to tell someone "yeah so my mom sold me for a shiny rock :D". What a party trick)

So the thing is, the baby and Gustav are shown to have different mothers. Then, at the end of the episode, the baby appears again like you described, but this time, with Gustav's mom as her parent. The only reason we know the baby was the same baby, is because Fishlegs comments "tuffnut was right, ugly baby" after saving the baby.

This was a bit of an animation error I think is really funny. The only two explanations for it could be that there just happened to be two ugly babies in town (maybe theyre cousins?), one belonging to the Larsons and one to the other family, or maybe they're just lesbian moms who tried to sell their son to help their daughter. Who knows lmao

In any way, ugly baby appears once more!! In Viking for Hire Gobber names a baby Magnus even tho it's a girl (bc the baby is ugly, is implied) while her parents wanted to name her Hildegard.

Personally I kinda just squash Hildegard and Mrs. Larson's ugly baby together and make her Gustav's little sister. In the au, he's the oldest among four siblings, actually, with Hildegard being the youngest!! There's two other brothers between them, Hallvor and Brynjar. In rob/dob the age difference between the siblings would be 11-12 (Gustav), 9 (Hallvor), 5 (Brynjar), and 0 (Hildegard).

Also I had to check the wiki for this lmao. I knew there was something up with the ugly baby's parentage (cuz i had read it some years ago somewhere lmao) but wasnt sure exactly what it was. In any way, this is all the info i got on that. I literally went :0 when I found out abt the animation error lmao but there's nothing a little headcanons can't fix

I also had to rewatch parts of the episode bc I couldn't remember what exactly happened LMAO

TY SM FOR REMINDING ME OF THIS TOPIC!!!! I love the idea of the Larson family having more than 1 kid, it just really fits them. Would love to know your stance on it!!!!

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

money doesn't buy happiness or mental stability but it is true that anxiety about concrete things is a lot easier to solve if you have money because the worst-case scenario is just... not as bad

take travelling: one time i was travelling and it turned out my accommodation booking had got lost so i arrived at the hotel to find it was booked out. an event in town meant there was no affordable accommodation nearby. if i had been alone, i don't know what i would have done, because i definitely couldn't afford to stump up the money that would be needed to find last-minute accommodation in that city. but the person i was with had a company credit card, and found me a hotel room. the larger your budget, the smaller the chances there will be nowhere you can stay

another time my flight was delayed, causing me to miss the last bus from the airport. i didn't have enough money to pay for a taxi the whole way to my destination, and my phone wasn't working well enough to let me call my accommodation and let them know i would be arriving after the normal check-in time, either. in the end my family had to transfer me extra money so i could pay for the taxi, and call the accommodation from their phone to pass on the message. if they hadn't been able to do that, i'd have been stuck in shannon airport forever (or at least until someone took pity on me) -- not great

a missed bus or a lost accommodation booking or a delayed flight or a suitcase going astray is a lot easier to deal with if the worst-case scenario is "I have to pay a bunch of money about this" vs "i am stranded with no way of getting to my destination/sleeping alone on the floor of the train station in an unfamiliar city/wearing the same clothes for a week straight with no access to my meds"

now sometimes there is no amount of money that will get you from one location to another because there simply isn't any transport and there is no amount of money that can buy things which aren't available to buy, which is why rural travel requires substantially more planning. however. it can still usually make it less miserable being stuck wherever you ended up / increase your options in general

(also, wow travel emergencies have got so much easier to deal with since roaming data, google maps, + mobile banking became a thing... so much less likely to find yourself lost and penniless, unless travelling somewhere super remote, in which case you've got bigger problems anyway)

[whoblewboobear]

Desperate to draw Riz and Gertie beekeeping. I know she’s kinda a silly character but it would be so sweet (and VERY funny) if she became genuine friends with every bad kid but Fabian. They invite her to a movie night or something and she’s having a blast and then just does random glares at Fabian the whole night. Pls I need more Gertie Bladeshield that’s my daughter

[thisisntreaver]

The biggest problem with fable 3 is the lack of a childhood segment that also doubles as a tutorial I think

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[a-high-femme]

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[sprintingficcommentator]

Oh my God, if I had the mental capacity for it right now, I would make a whole Powerpoint presentation titled "Kalim Al-Asim and How his Unique Magic Could Make or Break the World: a Thesis on Underestimated Power" because JESUS CHRIST THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS

[rcbertleckie]

I wish they could’ve showed more of Rosie’s life as a lawyer even before him enlisting, I’m sure he could argue anyone into the ground!!

oh i see you want us all dead!!

[thisoldplacehasmoved]

The urge to Infinity Train post more because it's been one of my strongest sources for yearssss but every post would be a variant of "Guys I miss Min so much but he died in a tragic house fire 30 years ago and kicked my baby #chickenswagjudy"

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

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[gods-favorite-autistic]

Glass Onion really was just me yelling about how stupid Miles is the entire time and then feeling the satisfaction when the other characters realized it too

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

What if I got a service dog, what then (<- guy who definitely can’t afford a service dog)