#loudly and often

[cryscal]

"Not lost in all this is the sad irony of the world’s richest person making life more difficult for the world’s poorest people."

The CHOTUS, the Muskass, and the broligarchy. People with too much money and a flagrant refusal to accept any limitations on their behavior. For Trump, Musk and their ilk, anyone or anything that states (or even suggests) "You can't do that," must be vilified at best and destroyed at worst, be it a bishop who asks for mercy for the country's most vulnerable or the Constitution of the United States.

For anyone who thinks this blatant arrogance is a good quality in a President, don't whine to me when the leopard eats your face. It will happen.

For those who think otherwise, remember, they can't win unless we all lay down and shut up.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

my favorite "bad" dream is being back in high school. bc at first it sucks but invariably i realize "no wait, I already finished with this bullshit."

and then i instigate a riot

[coco6420]

PLEASEEEE you cannot convince me that Poseidon going "in all my years of living, it isn't very often that i get pissed off" isnt the same thing as your elementary teacher going "in my 20 years of teaching, i have never had a less well behaved class".

[geryone]

I know it seems silly but I do think that love is the most important thing in the world

[jellydishes]

me, serenely enjoying seasons two and three of transformers earthspark while the fandom stomps their collective feet and multiple people try to tell me those seasons suck,

[m1d-45]

snapshot

summary: short, soft moments with your lover, featuring tighnari and neuvillette (separately) in that order.

word count: ~1k composite

-> warnings: big mention of bugs in tighnari's ! none shown but theyre discussed, as are bug bites. none for neuvi.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

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bug bites were common among forest rangers. a special bug repellent was included in every pack, a black bottle with plain instructions. tighnari put effort into making it easy to apply and easier to understand, constantly finding new ways to promote its usage. if gone untreated, even small beestings can become serious. add onto it the fact that he was the one that inevitably had to treat them, and he had every motivation to ensure it was used. he made sure that spares were easily accessible, included demonstrations in training, and emphasized the importance of proper application before every patrol.

so why in teyvat did you keep getting bit?

every time, without fail, you returned from patrol scratching your wrist or ankle or wherever you inevitably got bit. and every time, he had to be the one to drag you to the medical hut. at least if you acknowledged the severity of the situation and brought your injuries to him on your own, that’d be understandable. he understood that the feeling of lotion wan’t bearable for everyone—he was in the process of transforming it into a mist to make it even easier—and he’d be happy to find ways to keep you inside if that was the case. there was no shortage of small chores to be done, and with collei now in full recovery, you could easily take her place.

but no. of course not. that would be too easy. his partner happened to be the most stubborn ranger on the squad, with the worst affinity for bugs he’d ever seen.

“how does this always happen to you?”

you shrug, pulling his mint plant off the shelf and beginning to tear off a few leaves. part of him is proud you at least know the proper treatment, though it’s quickly overshadowed by the angry swelling on your hand. he takes the leaves and nudges you toward the chair, searching his drawers for the rest of the poultice.

“how long ago did you get bit?”

“maybe half an hour.”

“half an-” he twisted open the tin with too much force, sighing. “and you didn’t come back immediately why?”

he can hear the smile in your voice. “it wasn’t that serious.”

“…what color was it?”

“yellow.”

“really?”

“and striped. probably a wasp.”

he didn’t know how you had the energy to be sassy, tearing the leaves into shreds and mixing it into the tin. your eyes were red with tears and you hissed when he spread the medicine over your wrist, clearly in pain. the area around your bite was hot to the touch, and he could feel his ears pull back in worry.

“why do you insist on going on patrol?” why do you insist on getting hurt?

“it’s not a big deal.” i don’t care about my pain.

“it is.” i do.

he wiped off his hands and grabbed a roll of bandages, wrapping your hand. your fingers flinched whenever he pulled it too tight. how could you insist on putting yourself at risk like this?

he taped down the end, holding your hand in his. “if it gets too itchy, come back to me, okay?” will you let me care for you?

“of course i will.” i’ll try.

he brought your hand to his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

maybe this time, you’d mean it.

rain was common in fontaine. gutters lined every road and fountains sprayed wherever there was enough room to put one. carved bricks channeled water out of the plazas, every inch of the city designed with rainfall in mind. steep roofs fell over wide awnings, thick greeting rugs in front of every building. when it rained, it poured, though no puddles lay in the streets. sharp lights cut through the dense fog hanging over ivory walls, lighting up the city even when the clouds blocked out the sun.

but the world did not come to a standstill merely because the weather asked it to. boots were sold covered in waterproof wax, many-layered skirts designed to flick off water in a single twirl. fashion was as beautiful as it was untouchable, the very idea of something being vulnerable to waterlog appalling and confusing. who would create such a thing? who would wear it without an umbrella? and, entirely separate from that: who would ever consider leaving the house without an umbrella?

umbrellas were as vital to fashion as they were to the ever-changing weather. they came in every color and shape, made to match every conceivable outfit one could wear. and if, by some miracle, you couldn’t find one that did, there were a plethora of boutiques offering custom embroidery. the steambird was eager to comment on the shifting designs across officials’ umbrellas, trends flowing in and out of their fashion column like the tide. everyone who worked in the court that had stepped outside on a rainy day—which was about as common as the sun rising—had their appearance meticulously documented; unless they refused being in the paper, of course, in which case other less-reputable sources picked up the story instead.

all were reported on, making the front page if not the headline. all, but one.

the iudex did not carry an umbrella. he also declined to entertain any questions as to why, merely stating that simple fact and moving on with his day. his hair clung to his face, even his suit darker with water. he walked down the less crowded roads so he wouldn’t bump into anybody, seeming entirely unbothered by the rain. sometimes he’d turn a palm toward the sky, as if checking that it was still there, and then continue on his way.

you always hated this habit of his. no matter how many times he insisted that he wouldn’t get sick, it was always worrying to open your door and find your lover soaked from head to toe. no water slips from him to your floors, not even from the soles of his boots, the click of his heels and your worried tone the only sound in the house. it was already late as it was, and there was no point to fuss about details at this hour.

“what happened?”

he shed his coat, suspended droplets hovering in the air around him. “the marechaussee phantom were called to mount automnequi; a melusine was badly injured by a rogue mek, and a fisherman had to pull her from the sea. i paid her a visit after work.”

that would explain things. he lets you wipe off his face, careful not to smudge the eyeliner that never seems to fade. already, the rain was beginning to let up, lightening from a downpour. rain in fontaine was as fickle as it was frequent…

“is she alright?”

“of course. the gardiennage provides excellent doctors.”

“then there’s no need to worry.” cupping his now-dry face in your hands, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “she’ll be back in her feet in no time.”

the slightest of smiles crossed his face, his hands keeping yours on him. outside, the skies were clearing, pale blue quickly streaming through the clouds.

perhaps umbrellas would fall out of fashion soon, if rains could cease before they truly had the chance to begin.

[soulmvtes]

sitting under the blossom trees at the park reading, it is so so beautiful

[two-nine-eighteen]

Thinking about OUAW and the Episode where Mikey describes Baby Gricko as this Feral thing in rags that looks to scrawny for his features 😭

Gricko is such a gem of a character to me!

Uncolored version under the cut

[panicatthecourtx]

Do you think (aged up as in like 25) Creek in TFBW AU gets yelled at often for either flirting in the middle of a battle or even kissing or smth.

Like, in the midst of fighting some giant alien monster-

Toolshed: I need back up!

*silence*

*Toolshed looks back to see Creek just making out while a car gets flung into a building*

*Toolshed just looking into the invisible camera like Jim from The Office.*

[chaos-in-one]

Syscourse tag be normal about psychotics and people with delusions for 5 fucking seconds please

[vaguely-concerned]

rook x lucanis: romance with a commentary track! solas and spite contribute with their thoughts and opinions along the way whether anyone wants them to or not. it's like a MST3K episode up in here as you try to get hot and heavy. in. in the pantry. love among the radishes at the end of the world (rifftrax version)

[thesulkycroissant]

Finished the Cataclysm arc. Really excellent characterization for Bruce. It did leave me wanting to write a follow-up fic for when they get a moment to themselves so Dick can have his breakdown moment, though. There's plenty to work with here.

> Obviously Dick is stressed as he's just spent approximately a whole day not knowing if Bruce (his one remaining parent) is alive or dead; came all the way to Gotham from Blüdhaven THE MINUTE he heard about the earthquake

> Bruce comes back and immediately addresses Dick exclusively, no one else (Tim and Alfred and Harold are also present)

> Calls him Nightwing (interp, "we're still in mission mode") but only tells him "hold the reunion" (interp, "we'll have time later")

> Keeps Dick with him while sending Tim, Alfred, and Harold in different directions

> Calls him Dick once they're out of the cave, in public, every time he speaks to him, even though they're still in costume (interp, "now that we both know to be in mission mode, know that I see you and I get it")

> When the situation requires them to separate, he sends Dick to confront the villain/save Jim Gordon while staying himself to help survivors; he takes the time to explain himself, explains his reasoning, AND waits for Dick to respond/consent (!)

> Calls ahead and asks Alfred to fix them some dinner as soon as things are the tiniest bit settled

Dick gets his moment to panic in my mind

(On the note about Tim, it's not the point of this post, but Tim's dad is still alive, and Tim has already gone and checked on him and had a reunion. It's not that Bruce doesn't care about Tim - of course he does - but at this point, only Dick is harboring real terror about the possibility of having lost another parent.)

[thelocalconstellation]

One of my recurring concerns about my Legundo theorizing is that I'm nitpicking his words too much. I pay a lot of attention to specific wording or phrases or the connotations of certain things and I'm like. Staring. Very intently.

Hold on this is going to get unhinged more rambling under the cut

Something something "staying on the treetops to avoid the danger on the ground" something something "the danger from within. The danger from all around" what does "the danger from within" mean. Does he remember anything now? From within would imply the inherent danger of himself. How does one reconcile the memories you made now versus memories you lost? Who you used to be compared to who you are now? Is he remembering? Is that the danger from within?

(Also tHE FUCKING DEAL. WHAT DEAL.)

To what extent is Legundo knowingly, and actively, connected to Decem. To what extent does he willingly work with or alongside decem? Does he remember anything? Or had he just discovered new information from other sources?

What's with the cultist location from the 100 nights video? I feel like we brushed over that too much Decem wasn't there but their influence certainly was. What is up with the cultists. Is there a cult surrounding decem? Why? How well known is their presence in the multiverse? Is decem both the group and also a specific guy? I don't remember some of this and I can't currently check but what is Happening. Why is happening. Who. What.

My one major question right now is How Much Does Legundo Remember? Because depending on that answer I get to figure out which list of next questions/theories I get to run on

Because option a is Legundo still remembers Nothing. Which means all of his information has been given by one of the various entities we've encountered thus far, or, books he's found on the subject matter. What does he know given his information sources? Which sources does he rely on mostly? Given the undoubtedly biased information, who does he listen to? What has Decem told him? Have the Alterans made any sort of contact? I assume not given the fact that I don't know that they've been mentioned by name by legundo in canon. But how well known is either group in the general multiverse? Legundo's not the only guy hopping worlds presumably given the hunters video, which isn't specifically relevant to this but how well known is Decem and the Alterans? How public is their conflict? How exactly does the whole transport between worlds sequence go? Can Legundo and Decem interact in the interim between worlds? How has Legundo come to the conclusion that despite their more violent habits towards him currently come to the conclusion of frenemies? What deal was made? How much does Legundo understand about the deal given his information sources?

Option b is that he remembers a little bit. Not a lot still, not his role in Decem, but he's starting to remember certain things about the way Decem works. The obelisks, the on/off inducators, the name of the group, etc. Also less relevant but Decem was able to appear in the same world as Legundo at one point. I fucking forgot about that the warrior just Showed Up presumably. They were ominous about it too. Anyways. Back on topic. Theres so much information variation available in option b and c that makes me want to gnaw on my keyboard again.

Option c btw is that Legundo remembers most of it but is missing stuff still and I have so many questions but a lot of them are still general inquiries about worldbuilding and also the general interaction dynamic of the involved parties.

Option d is that he remembers everything but has at some point had a moral conflict between who he is now, what he's learned about the way Decem operates, etc. And has decided he's mad at them or something (overly simplified and poor wording but Man idk) and ergo has refused to return to work with Decem again or something at which point I still have several questions about his joining of decem, his involvement with Decem, etc. And I'm still trying (failing) to decipher answers from things I'm still not sure were 100% intentionally worded so I just suffer I guess but anyways what deal???? What does the deal mean in each context?? What did Decem offer him? What does he do in return?

Option e is Legundo remembers everything and is just being weird and undercover again but that doesn't explain much still actually. This one feels really unlikely so I'm hanging it on my crack theories board with Decem Is a guy and it's Legundo hence their constant badgering of the poor man and also Decem doesn't know how to get legundo to remember so they're just tricking him into doing stuff for them anyways via engaging in the methods of gaslight gatekeep girlboss I have no evidence for this one but you gotta leave doors open yknow

Also how much does Decem know?? Are they free?? Didn't the alterans put them in some kind of prison at some point. How did the warrior just Appear to harass legs during the dimension door episode. Was it the dimension doors?? I need to go through everything and compile the lore bits I'm. What. What he doin. Why. Who knows anything even.

Also why was The Warrior the one they sent to go get Legundo?? Did they just Assume he defected or something and want his ass dead?? THEY HAVE CONVERSATIONS. EVEN IF THEY'RE WEIRD AND ONE-WAY. THEY KIND OF TALK. I have No Idea what Legundo does or does not know right now and I also have no idea what anybody has told him. Everybody could be lying too I don't know. Also how does the interactions between members of decem go?? We don't have much to go on other than a couple clips here or there and even then that only says so much???? Some of this works on the assumption that decem were close to each other but if we work on the assumption that they were largely friendly but otherwise neutral or just kind of pushing for the same cause for other inexplicable reasons I'm shuffling my questions list again.

[quietwingsinthesky]

like it feels obvious on doctor who. the show who’s main gimmick is that the guy running around goes only by a title they gave themself and whose identity revolves around a dialogue with that title, constructing it, interrogating it, redefining it, endlessly as a part of their journey. it feels obvious to say that you absolutely cannot on this show give something an incredibly symbolic name and then Not say anything about that.

so why does kerblam spend the latter half of its runtime emphasizing The Foundation, right. the foundation is where power gets stored when it goes out everywhere else. the foundation is where workers are being killed and melted down into goop. the foundation is so old that the original plans of the building on paper are needed to understand it. The System is in The Foundation before it is anywhere else.

and then that. doesn’t matter. we aren’t going to use this to say anything. in fact, we’re going to assert that the system is so Fine, Actually that filling the foundational level of it with ten million bombs doesn’t even do any lasting damage to it. and hey, hey. remember when the system decided that the Correct option was to kill an innocent person uninvolved in all of this because she happened to be someone that charlie liked. remember when it lured her down into the foundational level to fucking murder her. yeah, that was justified of it actually, the blood on its hands is worth the point it was making.

how do you build the perfect set-up for the most obvious critique: Space Amazon Is Built On Bad Foundations That Lead It To Hurting The Workers And Customers In The Long Run. and then stumble ass backwards into uhhhhhh no actually it was this one guy. with bombs. and also his bombs are so ineffective and meaningless that blowing them up in the center of the facility did Nothing. he is both an unimaginable threat and also powerless. please take our doctor who episode about how good space amazon is very seriously.

[wigglebox]

Heartfelt ❤️

[lyledebeast]

I know Matthew McFayden Darcy's wet and pathetic vibe has many fans, but that absolute panic on Colin Firth's face at parties is everything.

"Bingley, help. Bingley . . . . The Women are Talking About Me, Bingley!"