#so good for them

[trinity-trouble]

me: oh <3

me: WOOHHH

[beepborpdoodledorp]

people on frye’s team continue to be the scariest motherfuckers out there. team wisdom is in it to win it and it fuckin shows. I’m surprised my poor octoling hasn’t needed to be taken to the ER yet

[fictonrantsworld]

I know some of the harry potter fandom genuinely dislike the fact that Rowling tries to villanize slytherins making harry even describing them to be ugly...and that's terrible and all, but after reading the entire series...

U actually realize that most of the slytherins that harry describes as ugly and troll looking are because most of them are literally cousins, they are a literally somehow related to each other... like most of the pureblood families of the sacred 28(the most pureblood families) look a certain way.

[incvmplete]

closed sushi shop = sad brooke

[agendratum]

oh that's where the papa mama thing starts..

[sketching-shark]

have you watched Lighting Up the Stars 人生大事? its a jttw-adjacent movie but not really a jttw movie in the sense that jttw is a huge motif with the mc being a swk parallel, his friends being swj and zbj parallels, and their adopted kid being a nezha parallel but otherwise not really a movie "about" jttw yknow. its free on youtube with english subs (title: [中]人生大事) so i thought id bring that to your attention :3

Well anon given my lethal weakness to dad Wukong, Li Nezha who's given a decent parental figure, and stories about genuinely sucky people who genuinely try and succeed in doing better by themselves and others yeah I'm going to have to thank you for introducing me to this film. Have to note that of course it's not perfect & that some parts seem kind of overblown, but honestly I found this work to be a really touching piece on death, grief, selfish desires and their consequences, and how we might live with joy with each other even after our loved ones are gone.

Here's a link to anyone who might want to watch it!

[achingly-shy]

seeing how many recognizable artists signed the artists4ceasefire petition really makes it so much more disappointing that people like taylor are staying silent on the topic…

[griancraft]

Men the moment they log onto Minecraft

[binch-i-might-be]

I love that rats have little hands. they're doing the lord's work

[latibvles]

the DaisRon Hallmark AU Drabble no one asked for because I went “i think i wanna write one” and @shoshiwrites went “do it.” unproofread because im impulsive and writing mainverse makes me weep at times so here's some serotonin.

yadda yadda modern au with slight ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! influences. Alternatively : two years ago we kissed on Christmas and then you went back to New York got a boyfriend and wow it’s been two years since we last spent a holiday together isn’t that crazy?? Oh you broke up with him? Yeowch. Anyways we really ought to talk about that kiss. Eventually. Lets put a pin in that. Also Daisy’s a full-fledged Doctor in this. Ron’s still Army though. Good on him for being able to make it home for the holiday season!

She’s in some sort of happy middle-ground between the sharp pantsuit he’d seen her in on day one, and the brightly festive pajamas of day two. Blue jeans instead of black slacks, pointy-toed heels traded for a pair of flats. Hair neatly curled in ringlets and tied away from her face in a white bow, dark red sweater sleeves rolled up to the elbow as she washes dishes, setting them aside on a towel. Her lips are cherry-red. She looks comfortable. It suits her.

Ron grabs a dish towel, and starts to dry them.

She looks to her left, he watches the thin line of white as she flashes him what he knows to be a playful smile.

“You trying to get me in trouble on my third day back?” To that, as he puts away a plate, he rolls his eyes.

“Obviously, how’d you know?”

“You’ve met my mother. She’ll skin me alive if she catches me putting a house guest to work.”

Ron chuckles quietly under his breath, shaking his head. It was a true enough statement. There’s an upheaval of laughter coming from the living room, and Mrs. Clarke’s can be heard clear as day.

“Think you’ll get a pass for tonight,” he shrugs, drying cups and plates quickly and then putting them in their proper places. Daisy turns off the sink and shakes her hands and a couple of droplets splatter on his arm. He doesn’t mind.

“I want you to remember this when I get the paddle as a Christmas present,” Ron makes a noise that’s something between a laugh and a scoff. Daisy smiles a little wider, leaning against the countertop. “You’re laughing now, but seriously! Remember it. And I want an apology present too.” Ron nods, rolling his eyes at her request as he moves to lean against the opposing counter.

“Would the gift I already got you count as the apology gift?” He watches as the smile cracks for a moment, her brow raising at his response. For a moment, they stand in a silence only interrupted by the conversations happening just a room away. Her arms unfold from across her chest, resting atop the counter.

“You got me a gift?” He nods simply, taking his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. “How did you…”

“James let it slip when you told him you’d be coming home this year,” He watches as Daisy scoffs, rolling her eyes — likely slightly annoyed at her brother for spoiling the surprise. “He didn’t tell your mom though so… surprise not completely ruined.” She looks him over for a moment, cherry-red lips pressing into a line for a moment before nodding with a brief click of her tongue.

“You make a good point,” she lets out a breathy sort of laugh, looking down at her shoes for a moment. Her shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath, then looks up at him again. “Yeah, it can count for both. I feel a little bad though, I didn’t…” Ron waves a hand dismissively.

“You didn’t know I’d be here.” He can tell by the way her brows furrow, that she isn’t satisfied with that answer. Her gaze flits back to his shoes. Ron can see the gears turning in her head. “Daisy, really, it’s fine—”

“Just let me make it up to you.”

“There’s nothing to make up for.”

“Isn’t there?” She looks up at him now, moving herself from the spot on the opposite side of the kitchen, taking a few steps towards him. Ron doesn’t say anything. If he does, she’ll probably just fight him on it anyway. He might not be the most festive person, but arguing with her in the kitchen during her mother’s holiday party isn’t really how he wants to spend his Saturday evening. He watches as her eyes soften for a moment, when he doesn’t reply. “We’ll have lunch tomorrow, okay? My treat.” Ron sighs, looking her up and down.

“You’re really not gonna let this go, are you?” He isn’t even sure if they’re still talking about the gift.

“If you let me do this, I might.” He’s not mad about the idea — because he missed her, and they haven’t been able to actually talk in three days (and two years, but who’s counting?). And maybe it’s needed, but the prideful, more vindictive part of him would rather not. He elects to ignore it. Whether it's for the sake of the holiday season or an indication of some kind of growth during their separation he isn’t exactly sure of.

“Alright,” he settles on, heart doing a minor flip when she smiles in some sort of contentment. “But I pick the place.”

“Figured that was a given,” Daisy hums out, stepping away from him. She looks to the doorway, then back to him. “I should… we should…”

“And what if I was content to hide out in here for the rest of the night?” Ron poses. She rolls her eyes at that, laughing quietly as they lapse back into some type of back-and-forth.

“Then I’d chase you out with a broom in the morning, like a rat.” He raises a brow at that, another question on the tip of his tongue that’s certain to garner another eye roll.

“Would it at least be the good broom?”

“Ron.” She places her hands on her hips, and Ron shoots her something of a teasing smirk that dissipates as quickly as it arrives. Content with that reply, he pushes himself off the opposing counter, following her out into the living room to join their respective families.

[threecirclesofvaryingsizes]

Congratulations to rwby fans the thing finally happened.

[miisart]

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Lae'zel's character and her entire situation at the beginning of the game becomes so much more funny when you find out she's 22. It makes so much sense. Imagine you're 22 and you're exposed to this dangerous toxin or chemical or something - but not to worry, you learnt that this can be easily fixed, you just need to dial 911 real quick. Common knowledge. Everyone knows that. You learnt that in kindergarten, it's up there with fire alarm drills.

But the people you're stuck with have no concept of modern medicine and when you say "let's go to the hospital" they will say shit like "i think they kill people at the hospital" and "we should ask this swamp lady" or "this guy over there told me about this homoeopathic healer kind of guy but he got abducted" or "this random bard wants to help" and "I'm not going to dial 911 because I don't want the government to know my home address" or "maybe we should consider a deal with Satan". And then a bunch of them KEEP consuming the chemical because it makes them "stronger". One guy might explode for unrelated reasons. You have a few days before this situation is getting critical and suddenly they're solving crime and doing general charity for the community.

And FOR SOME REASON you still try to help these idiots and you STILL want to help them get the cure even though they all keep insisting the "doctors" at the "hospital" might try to "kill them" and they don't have insurance. And you keep telling them to just. go. to. the. hospital. before the time runs out and you all die very horribly of a very treatable condition.

And also you're 22 in a foreign country and you're responsible for shepherding this gaggle of idiots who are all ranging anywhere from 24 to 240 years old.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[midnight-coffee94]

No single line has ever wrecked me as hard as this one from the Good Place and I think about it constantly