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I just remembered how when I was in highschool, my choir went to see Newsies on a trip and after the show two boys spontaneously came out of the closet to everyone because they could not physically restrain themselves from swooning over the ensemble.
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y’all be like “my kink is bondage!” and “my kink is leather!” fuck outta here with that shit. my only kink is Loving And Taking Care Of My Friends
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One thing I do want to say before we dive into the narrative of Jester Lavorre, radiant harbinger of the Third Option that destroys the barter of misery in its tracks (even though, yes, Jester is glowing and amazing and wonderful, yes, of course, of course) is…it matters, the way Jester did this. It matters that it wasn’t just sweetness and light and a cupcake shared in friendship.
This isn’t a story about Jester the fairytale princess convincing the hag of the worth of friendship and baked goods. That would be a wonderful story, but that’s not what this is. (It’s so much more interesting.)
Jester pretended to be that girl, that naive little girl who would offer a cupcake in innocent kindness and cut off her own hands for a friend. She pretended so, so well, and she was lying the entire time, and she lied so well that Matt did not even think to call for a deception check.
Jester Lavorre, in the middle of a swamp in a pretty dress, feeds an evil hag half a cupcake, and it’s sweet and fluffy and full of sugar both literal and metaphorical, and also it is fucking drugged. Jester reaches her fingers into somebody else’s mind and changes their memory, their intentions, controls their very will, with a sweet smile and a baked good and an insistence that everything is wonderful and delightful, no really.
Jester’s never used Modify Memory before; she uses Charm Person, rarely, but we know she thinks messing with somebody’s memories is a Big Fucking Deal. Between Yasha, and what little she knows of Caleb’s past, and everything Obann did to those around him, Jester who cares about demons in cages and tried to befriend the Caedogeist and meant it and offers cupcakes to everyone, almost without limit–Jester cares about this shit. She took a step tonight that matters to her.
She didn’t sacrifice her happiness, or that of anyone she cares about (she did sacrifice the witch’s happiness, but the witch probably would’ve died had it come to a fight so maybe it’s a fair trade after all). She didn’t sacrifice very much. Jester is going to be fine, possible future vengeance attacks aside, and they’ll probably be less exhausted and better-grounded to deal with those when they come anyway. But as much as it looks like Jester saved the day with sweetness and light in the face of all that darkness…there was some very legitimate darkness in what Jester did, too. And I love it that way.
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woman in a short comic: oh to be free to speak my mind and pursue my heart’s desires without the burden of the expectations and disapproval of my family and the village keeping me trapped in a traditional heteronormative lifestyle
local lesbian forest spirits and trickster godesses:
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you know if eddie is automatically logged into any social media on his phone/laptop there is nothing stopping venom from jumping onto like. twitter at 4 in the morning while eddie is asleep
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I get that being frozen for 100 years is a tough thing to go through but honestly Aang should have used it for comedy more
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