#on how to be courageous

[jomo-is-here]

this is the first cult of the lamb thing i ever made. it's an artfight thing i made for @bamsara back in july that I was too nervous to post at the time lol

[themirrorghost]

My phuckass fiancé asking Dan and Phil to draw whiskers on her face during the meet and greet-

[catboy-morro]

ive always found it crazy how they call what kai does courage

[qifreyplushie]

to wuming, hua cheng, san lang;

happy birthday, dearest a-hong. 🦋💘

DESSERT LATER !!!!!!!! 🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹(WHACK WHACK WHACK)

[the-rainbow-of-doom]

(This post was sponsored by a 1+ hour commute)

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[omagpies]

give it up, give it up, give it up for lent

[theceaselessidiot]

Eloise Bridgerton being an absolute mood:

and Cressida's reaction of 'this girl is so weird, but I'm into it??? Wait am I into this??'':

[crabsnpersimmons]

beating artblock the only way i know how

💖 drawing robot kisses 💖

[ilghosty]

I know they have no relation but heyyyy they both use hammers as weapons!!!!

[clumsypuppy]

Alex and my farmer Cosmo (he/him)

[superbat-lmao]

The Bats protect Gotham, but who protects the Bats?

The first time it happened, it was a mother at the end of her rope and there was nothing Batman could do to stop it.

Even if he broke every bone in his arm to escape, he would still have to wait for backup before being able to clear the kids. He could throw every protocol to the wind and it still wouldn’t have been enough. He told her how much time it would take for reinforcements, how long they had to hold out for. That was his mistake.

Because when their captors came back early he made himself their target. He fought, spit, said anything that would rile them. And it wasn’t enough. Because she put her hand on his arm and said, “protect my children,” before telling the men she would come willingly if they left The Bat alone.

They both knew that she was buying him time with her own life.

From there it happened rarely, but it never stopped happening. Random civilians would realize that it was either letting Batman die for them, or to die in his stead.

And the worst thing about Gotham was that the people knew how much they needed the vigilantes. How for every one person that died there were another 20, 50, 200 people who managed to be saved. Live long lives, or as long as any life ever got to be.

So for as willing as Batman is to die protecting people, those same people are willing to die for him if it will mean protecting their loved ones.

It wasn’t a burden Bruce had ever prepared to bear. And the first time a civilian stepped in front of one of his children, took a bullet in the neck that would have been a headshot, the relief almost ate him alive. The guilt certainly threatened to.

It was never a weight he wanted his children to carry.

[technically-human]

Hi i'm absolutely in love with the reverse au!!

I want to know, in this verse does edwin still confesses to charles? if so how is it different? i feel if he did he would end it by apologizing, you know, religious guilt and all

There’s a train that goes through Hell.

Its journey starts in Wrath, and it departs already full of souls. It took Charles far too many years to realize that there were separate, more spacious wagons that demons could board. Not that he could understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t.

Actually, Charles couldn’t recall ever boarding the train. As far as he could tell, he just appeared there one day, and had spent the next tortuous decades trying to get out. It was part of the torture. Getting out was entirely possible. More than that, it was necessary.

The train had no regular schedule that he could discern (not at first, though he had always been good at finding patterns, and was eventually able to crack it) but it would make quite a few stops before finally returning to the Wrath ring. Souls inside the train were already angry and far too close to each other (close, so close not even air could squeeze in) but when they got really violent was when the train made a stop.

Getting out didn’t mean you were free, no matter where you managed it, be it Sloth or Gluttony, Pride or Lust. No, as soon as the train finished its journey, you would appear back inside, in Wrath where you belonged, suffocating once again, getting ready to claw your way out for the millionth time.

Because if you didn’t get out, The Conductor would get you.

If he thought about it calmly, Charles could probably say that he got out of the train more times than not. Still, being caught by The Conductor once was bad enough, as there was no coal in Hell, and something had to serve as combustible. Souls could not burn to death, and the whole journey always felt longer than eternity when he was caught. Once it was over, he would be inside again, and fight with more desperation than before, not caring who stayed inside so long as it wasn’t him.

He couldn’t understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t. But as the souls pushed and bit and clawed and punched their way out, Edwin boarded the train. And that wasn’t even the most groundbreaking revelation Charles had that day.

ko-fi

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

One of the weird things about 21st century life is that in every majority-christian nation, the system is set up so that people with the most resources receive the most care and support. So, like, if you go to a hospital and you have a lot of money, you get treated first.

But in the Christian sacred texts, God is extremely clear about how social orders should be set up, which is that the last should be first to care and support. So the poor and marginalized should have access to the best care and support, and whatever resources are left after the poor are well-supported should be used in service of those who aren’t poor.

I think it is weird that God is so unambiguous about this, and people are so unambiguously into God and God’s will for us, and yet we don’t do much to amend these systems.

(We ARE better at providing care for the poor than we used to be, which is why there is so much less poverty today than there was 30 or 50 years ago. But it’s utterly obvious that we do NOT have a system that offers preferential care and support for the poor. Instead we offer preferential care to the rich--which feels so natural and inevitable to us that I often can’t see past the confines of this injustice. But it isn’t natural or inevitable. There was a time when monarchy felt inevitable, after all.)

[basquerville]

Suvi, The Wizard Sky | Chapter 3

[boimlerkisser]

Ok uhhh...Brea's hyperdrive suffers some kind of cataclysmic failure that sends her on a jump ALL the way to another version of her universe!! The one that was made by Aardman 😂 she's on coruscant, but not HER coruscant, and with her drive busted all to hell she's gonna need some help repairing it

And space Wallace, you know him, he falls in love so easily! He sees this tall, graceful jedi lady and is immediately smitten

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