#I don't apologize

[y2ksnowglobe]

Just imagining Sparrow looking at Nick when they're suggesting doing Code Purple again and saying, "If I can make peace with my father never forgiving me, I think I can handle if you don't."

[eccentrixazu]

REALISTICALLY SPEAKING I DOUBT CAEL WOULD BE LEASHED

however. i think he should be leashed more often !!!

[littlelostmabari]

Day 4: Deep Roads

Rating: T (hurt / no comfort), 720 Words (the gif makes sense I promise)

Jorah thinks it will be the sunshine he will miss the most.

For a day or so, it was the rumble of loyal Barnabus when he snuck an apple into the war horse's oat bucket in the mornings. Barnabus would rumble and grumble that they weren't out running, but an apple would soothe until the straps of the leather could be tightened and gear packed up behind the old worn saddle. The horse still had a bit of a limp from the Hurlock arrow three years ago. Jorah had tenderly removed the arrowhead and packaged the wound with sugar and elfroot, then spent the rest of the day brushing and carefully braiding Barnabus' mane while whispering who's a good boy and it's just a little tick, you're alright boy because Barnabus had always gotten him out of far worse scrapes than a little Hurlock arrow. Konas always said Jorah was a better friend to his horse than he was to any of his brothers.

Konas was the one who led Barnabus away this morning, leaving Jorah with his kit and his gear and the memory of apple rumbles.

Konas would be missed too, of course. Jorah would miss the easy laughter, the roughness of the palm that would come down on his back when Konas thought he did something especially funny. He'd miss teasing the boy about his razor burn and the bits of morning oatmeal he never managed to get out of his whiskers. He thought for a time that the verbal sparring that accompanied the clashing of their practice swords would be the thing he missed most.

The youngest of the new blood, Konas was still too young to have accepted his fate. He hissed and argued and holed himself away in the larder for the last forty-eight hours before Jorah was set to leave. Their superior officer had to order him to accompany Jorah to the final camp — both as penance for his tantrum and also as a lesson. All things end.

All things end. Jorah had spent the evening thinking about those endings, before he had to force his mind to wander back.

There was a long hour or two where he had convinced himself that the thing he would miss the most was the green of trees and the brown of hills and the blue of water and the white of the bespeckled night sky. He knew that he would forget those colors, the smell of the autumn Ferelden air turning the leaves from emerald to amber, where the rot of the logs and mud would clump under his bootheel and he'd have to scrub them in front of the campfire to make sure he could pull them onto his feet the next day.

There were things he already missed, and had missed for a long time. The taste of his brothers wine, pulled to early from the aging barrel because I made it, Jorah, I'm allowed to sample. His mother's homemade jam, where she always failed to fully smash the berries and the result was always juicy and sweet when he bit into a little bit of it slathered across the fresh bakery bread.

He didn't think he'd miss the smell of Denerim, but he did. For years. The smell of people and animals and bars and whorehouses and warehouses and the days and nights filled with the dirty, rotten, wonderful city life.

But, in the end, his thoughts turned, as they always did, to the sun. Hair the color of late-summer wheat that shimmered in the Solis sunshine. The frown that pulled at lips when clouds teased, and the smile that reappeared as they passed. The feeling of laughter and the sound of fingertips passing over his skin. Nights that burned sometimes like flash paper, and others that made sugar syrup seem fast-flowing. The music of a voice that he strained to recall other than that, in a pocket of his stomach, something was heavy and warm and ached if he lingered too long on days long past.

That pain was worth it today.

As Jorah slid his daggers into his belt, adjusted his pack on his left shoulder, and scuffed the fire out with a shuffle of boot and lose dirt, he drowned the Calling with sunshine.

If there was a Maker, there would be sunshine at the end of this too.

[pandamonium135]

Sooo, I missed the first two days of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies week, but I saw the prompt for today, and I couldn't not participate! I intend to make more art for the other days as well! (please check out the other content, there are so many amazing creators)

[josies-not-suicidal-now]

sometimes you meet a girl who is mostly void, and baby I’m looking to fill her up

[castellankurze]

this is all thats left of her

[hamsternamedmarinette]

Don't ask how it got into his room

[elvyn]

This dramatic bald guy again (I'm impatiently waiting for news from da4)

[agendercryptidlev]

Update: The claim that Hergie Bacyadan spoke out against Imane Khelif seems to be misinformation. I apologize for spreading it, no one is immune to propaganda etc. This does not change the fact that the trans community has an intersexism/interphobia problem that is being made incredibly obvious by this olympics discourse.

Seeing the recent bigoted comments by transgender Olympian Hergie Bacyadan, it's past time for the perisex trans community to address the normalized intersexism/interphobia that so many of us spread.

The intersex community is constantly used as a prop by the trans community. The most frequent way you see trans people speak about intersex issues is just to remind transphobes that sex isn't binary, which is meaningless when the trans community still strictly enforces intersexist binaries like AMAB vs AFAB and TME vs TMA and Transfemme vs Transmasc, all categories that many if not most intersex people, trans or cis, cannot fit neatly into. The trans community uses the intersex community to win arguments and than makes next to no effort to make our intersex siblings feel welcome.

When talking about HRT and gender affirming care for minors, the trans community almost never uplifts the voices of the intersex community who are often forced to undergo HRT as children and surgery on their genitalia as actual babies against their will. It is important for HRT and gender affirming care to be available to transgender children, it is just as important to keep these same things that can be life saving for trans children from being forced onto intersex children who do not consent.

I implore all perisex trans people to do some reading into the history of intersex activism, and the sad reality of life for intersex people today when so many governments and health systems are still bigoted against intersex people. Uplift intersex voices, always.

[the-genius-az]

Headcanon/Au.

After escaping the asylum and receiving help from Dai li, Azula became a pirate, and the Dai li are her faithful and loyal followers/crew.

Maybe at some point Mai and Ty Lee will join her to have her help (I don't know, something about them needing something at sea or something).

And they both loved the sea as much as Azula, making the three of them the Holy Trinity of the Caribbean.

Sorry, I'm a little... TOO obsessed with the Pirates of the Caribbean (I don't know if that's their English name) right now, especially Elizabeth/Jack/Will, and now I imagine Maizulee as them.

bitching with the boys

[teddievan]

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[cattnipt]

Fucked up looking dog you got there

[roydeezed]

One thing for those who have watched The Boy and The Heron or will watch it. The Japanese title for it is How Do You Live? And Miyazaki stated he was leaving it for his grandson, saying, "Grandpa is moving onto the next world soon but he is leaving behind this film".

The deaths of contemporaries and friends such as Satoshi Kon and Isao Takahata and also the expected successor of Yoshifumi Kondo were things that have always weighed heavily on the back of Miyazaki's mind.

He recognizes the industry and the occupation for how soul crushing it was, grinding up either the spirit or the physical body of those who work in it. He loves and hates the industry he stands on the peak of and fully recognizes how it will probably be the death of him. And he knows it'll leave him unable to say a lot of things to his Grandson.

So How Do You Live? is a lesson. For his grandson. For himself. For his two sons. And probably for anyone else willing to pay attention.

Hayao Miyazaki is a flawed man that makes things so important to so many people. And I think more than any other film of his, in this you get to pull back the curtain a bit and see him at work. And what should be this giant unblemished titan can be seen for what he is, a sad old man who had higher hopes for himself and has even higher hopes for the people he makes his work for.

It's a beautiful thing to see another's humanity in their work. To look past the artifice and glam of commercialized art and find humans behind it. And humans willing to show their humanity and mortality is even rarer. And something to be celebrated. So when you watch it. Or if you've watched it already. Understand that this film is Miyazaki kneeling down, weary after years of weaving dreams and making mistakes, reaching out and saying to you that he hopes you can do better. It's an old man who's made all the mistakes of the world passing it on to you, hoping you do better, and making sure you know it's okay if you don't.

How do you Live? By making mistakes. By messing up. But still moving forward. And still reaching out.

[nohtora]

( zweisamkeit )

[thewanderingmask]

cleo's right the new muppet movie looks great

bonus joe(s) under the cut