#God i love underdogs

[all-the-heart-you-cannot-see]

Currently bitting my nails trying to will the clock into moving faster

My colombian ass crying at 11 am on a tuesday because i just saw a video of a georgian journalist crying after Georgia scored their first ever goal in the Euro

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Brazilian Grand Prix - Jenson Button

[etrosgate]

the second readthrough of world trigger is where it really kicks in

[sysig]

Totally unaffected by this gesture of affection, definitely (Patreon)

[honeybyte]

im reading the venom comics and let me tell u. completely different character from the movies

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

#dang it do i have a new oc now

Sounds like!! I'd love to hear more if you've got it!

(referring to my tags on this post)

You will meet a stranger, sometimes, if you make a habit to frequent taverns, inns, halls for game, or even the one tree where the young Bracegirdle cousins sneak off to play marbles. Well, you will like as not meet many strangers, except in the last case, but this one will be different. Or perhaps you get lucky, and don't frequent such places, but find yourself in one unexpectedly, and meet them regardless.

Everyone in Gondor knows someone who knows someone who met Lady Luck, no one has met her themself. If you do, starry-eyed romantics say, you'll be blessed with good fortune for all your days. The pragmatists tell you you'll be blessed with the good sense to discern a scam.

He may smirk at you after winning a bet, some dark-haired man, using his earnings to buy a round for the bar. It's always a different man, but it always goes to Alwed's tab. It keeps the crowd from getting too rowdy, even if the more superstitious get on edge.

No one remembers meeting them the first time, but dwarves with common sense avoid Audr's shell games and silver-toothed smile- you always win, but it's never worth it.

A woman with greying-gold hair and stiff fingers might call herself Eadrun, and challenge you to a game of dice. Few decline, and far fewer win.

For as few elves remain in Middle Earth, the one who calls himself Herendil and laughs as though his name is a joke should be recognizable. He seems young and lighthearted in a way most have lost, but he will play you cards, win just as much as he loses, and disappear, never recognized.

A hobbit-lass may giggle, red curls gleaming in the sun, and introduce herself as Peony Sandheaver, her family is visiting from Bree, and she wants to see how Shire-hobbits play Jacks.

Sometimes an orc prays over a set of knucklebones, knowing that at least one god will hear one prayer. Orcs have little luck in battle, but uncanny luck with dice.

There are countless stories, just as many true as not. Countless names, far more unnamed figures, always just out of place enough wherever they are to be interesting and promise new tales, never enough to provoke suspicion, not at first.

Even those in the Blessed Realm may find this dark-eyed stranger. Always dark-eyed, like bottles of dark glass. They stop by Aulë's workshop on occasion, to learn and suggest and play new games. They never win the first round, but most have the sense not to bet anything they aren't willing to lose on the second.

Oromë's people call them Umbarnica with a laugh and a toast in welcome. They thrive in the drunken revels after a successful hunt, sharp as ever as they dance from game to game, cackling at ill-advised propositions offered as collateral for or against a bet. Usually this means them winning to avoid it, a frequent enough occurrence as-is, but every now and then they'll decide to let someone get lucky. The bragging rights are the real reward.

And there are no guarantees with this stranger. No way to ensure their favor, though many ways to get their attention, few good. They like irony, take pleasure in hubris reaching its fall. They love superstition, even if they don't always honor it, and they love stories. There are gods that can be mistaken for kind, they are not one of them, created to serve the king the Dark Lord could have been. Their favorites are fickle, their grudges subtle but long-held. They love cheaters, unless they're at the end of the attempt. They will always catch you, and you will always regret it. They slink through candle-shadows and pipe-smoke, grinning, dance in town squares turned to faire grounds, curl up on comfy chairs indoors on rainy days.

But sometimes, in these days, you won't meet a stranger at all. Sometimes your storyteller will get a bright-dark glint in their eyes, and some dice will roll strangely high and some dice will roll strangely low and either way the story will be better for it. And if the next time the group meets you need to take a moment to remind the storyteller exactly what happened last session, well. That's why you take notes.

So pray to the dice-god, card-master, quick-sighted. It might do you no good, but they love superstition, and they love stories. And when you play a dark-eyed stranger, don't cheat at cards.

[reikunrei]

if i see one more “el will cease to exist at the end of st5” theory, i’m going to start hunting people for sport

[crazy-god-bunker-jughead]

Reign like. Didn’t make sense, was completely historically inaccurate, and had some really weird themes but it was perfect for me senior year of high school because it was PEAK insane drama. Like yes of course literally every man is in love with Mary, have you seen her? The King literally thrusted so hard his lover fell out a window. Sebastian had to watch Mary have sex with Francis while their dad was right there. It had me CHEERING for these girls to get with Middle Aged men because it was so gripping.

I didn’t like S2 as much because literally every character cheated on their husbands and I didn’t think the sexual assault subplot was handled very well. But honestly it was all worth it for Mary to burst into Conde’s war camp to be like “I’m PREGNANT and you’re the FATHER and you have to protect me from my husband because I still LOVE you” and then turn around and stab him because it was all a trick.

[cellberry]

It’s honestly so sweet how supportive Blushi’s teammates are of her.

[marciliedonato]

hm. that was not very 'dont make others suffer for your personal hatred" of you bro.....idk

[nadjasantipaxos]

alexissrose --> nadjasantipaxos

She's back y'all. In honor of the new content and upcoming season. Also because she is sorely underloved by the fandom in favor of certain male characters

[saintlesbian]

a little nina WIP from tonight! rotating her in my mind :P

[catonatrain]

have u seen them? now u have :D please consider voting for team friendship today !!

[Image ID: Official art. Chibi of Momoi wearing a pink kimino with flowers on it. Her hair is styled with a pink flower and she holds a teddy bear. Official sprite. Chibi of Muku in a colorful kimino as well. Purple and white flowers adorn his hair. End ID]

Pink Hair Swag Tourney, Grand Finale

[sm-baby]

Weiss’ gif is so badass! Also, what does Weiss think of Mei-Lyn, and Mei? Since they’re different people in his eyes………

(Mushy, don’t let God or Humanity’s Daughter hear this, but… what if Weiss and Mei-Lyn get nasty? Like, getting all sloppy and messy together? I ship Meiss/Weilyn too much. 😔)

He finds Mei-lyn (advisor) endearing! Because to him she's just another servant of the castle, and he loves fighting for the oppressed and the underdogs. Not to mention, she's such a wet cat! He admires how ambitious she is and respects her as a person.

He dislikes Mei-lyn (clown) cuz he's read ALL about her and her work suppressing other women, and he does NOT like oppressors. he finds her funny and respects her work, but CANNOT get over the bad things she's done. not to mention, she herself is pretty passive aggressive towards him. he's trying to expose her work after all.

i cant blame him for not knowing the difference. because the interactions with there are so night and day

Lyn: " Yeah i'm thinking about watching a play later"

Mei-lyn: " HEY CRACKPOT, EVER HEARD OF A SHOWER?!"

Lyn: " I think women are so unfairly presented in today's society"

Mei-lyn" FUCK YOUR MOTHER AND FUCK YOU TOO"

Lyn: " I'm so happy that they got married!"

Mei-lyn: " YOUR HUSBAND CHEATED ON YOU"

Lyn: "I want to change the world"

Mei-lyn: " WANNA WATCH ME DOWN TWO WHOLE BOTTLES AT ONCE?!"

[arelliann]

Wiggly Wednesday 🪱🧠

Tagged by the lovely @just-my-latest-hyperfixation <3 one of these days I’ll manage to actually post on a Wednesday, but until then

I am forever thinking about...

Golden retriever Steve.

Actual golden retriever Steve. Who Eddie finds curled up and shivering by the side of the road one night, and he's always had a weakness for an underdog. So he corrals the largest, fluffiest dog he's ever seen - it's probably not a wolf, dear god please say it's not a wolf - into the back of his van, blasts the heating, and disregards every traffic law on the way back to the trailer.

It takes a little bacon, and a lot of blankets, but the dog - who Eddie promptly names 'Ozzy' - gets comfortable pretty quickly. He's not a wolf either it turns out. Or if he is, he's the sappiest, friendliest, most well trained wolf in Indiana. In no time at all he's splayed across Eddie's chest, tail wagging enthusiastically as Eddie scratches between his ears.

Wayne gets home to find the two of them tucked under a blanket fort and just rolls his eyes, warning that this had better not be a repeat of 'that damned racoon incident'. So Eddie takes that as his blessing.

Ozzy spends the next week glued to Eddie's side.

He's an excellent guard dog. When a jock gets too big for his boots at a drug deal - and Eddie's about 30 seconds and one more snide comment away from a broken bone - Ozzy jumps forward, teeth bared and growling menacingly. He gets extra bacon and belly rubs that night.

He's also weirdly good at housework? Running off to get a towel every time he knocks over a drink with his overexcited tail. Which is often. And despite Wayne's insistence that it's just the weed talking, Eddie swears he caught Ozzy dusting one time.

There are downsides of course. Despite Eddie's constant complaints, Ozzy loves sports. Catch, fetch, chasing his own tail, and playing with the young kids at the trailer park. He even likes to settle onto the sofa in the afternoon and watch baseball games with Wayne.

Nevertheless, by the end of the week Eddie is spending every morning, evening, and night curled up in bed with his own personal space heater.

And then he wakes up one morning, and a very warm, very naked Steve Harrington is lying on top of him.

No pressure tags for @blipblot @sourw0lfs @sidekick-hero and @penny00dreadful

[doux-amer]

Went from cursing out the Argentina NT in my head after Leo singlehandedly gave them an easy win and they decided to bungle it (HOW many times has he not only done his best but been superhuman only for his efforts to be destroyed by his own team over the years?) to dying from nerves and then starting to cry as Emiliano started saving goals and then fully crying when they finally ended the game. Leo's dream stays alive for now although it should have never been in jeopardy.