#The Road to Yes

[tsotc]

fucking obsessed with the uni town i live in

[cholvoq]

No taste-testing on the clock, Sloan! 🍦

Ice Cream Venture bc i’m coping until the skin comes out—

[hedgehog-moss]

From where I live (in the middle of the second pic) it feels like most trees are still green, yet I kept stopping to take photos on my way home today because the road looked unexpectedly autumn-y! I swear these orange leaves weren't here yesterday...

[lazycranberrydoodles]

getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism

[thelesbianoffrontiers]

now im excited that rook can visit the grand necropolis with their companions

rook: “and over here is the tomb where some undead found me as a baby”

companions: “what.”

[baldnt]

holy hell i found him y’all. he is indeed in rural Virginia.

[dotswithbrainrot]

When the amnesiac angel is a little too observant and curious

[archer973]

One of the things I realized when I watched Fury Road directly after Furiosa:

Furiosa doesn't treat Max like she treated Jack. She treats Max like Jack treated her.

There are so many parallels - the way they meet, their conflict with each other that quickly turns to partnership, their journey to The Green Place (and how it fails)...

But where before it was Jack reaching out to her, now it's Furiosa who is asking Max his name, teaching him the kill sequence for the rig, trusting him to have her back in a fight, giving him everything he needs to leave (even when she wants him to stay).

Furiosa doesn't see Jack in Max, she sees herself. Everything from the muzzle to the nightmares to the fact that he barely speaks is a direct parallel to what she was like when she met Jack, and Furiosa knows it. And so as someone reached out to her, she reaches out to him, this feral, half-mad Wastelander. She reaches out and offers him hope, just like Jack did to her when he came back for her on the Fury Road.

And together, they find some kind of redemption

[originalleftist]

So This Happened:

Confirming what was already pretty obvious, particularly in Tucker's case, but it is striking to see the head of government of arguably America's closest ally say under oath that both a major Canadian author and a major American broadcaster are paid agents of the Russian government.

Also, we see again that the Canadian Right is no different from the American one- treasonous scum employed by Russia to use "culture wars" to destabilize the country leading to a fascist state.

(Also, I am thinking of the years I spent working in a bookstore, and feeling disgust at the number of copies of Jordan Peterson's misogynist propaganda my job entailed selling over the years.)

[time-woods]

Art/desk setup?

artistic rendition of my desk aka my insanity domain

this was actually good practice for drawing from life- its just a doodle but still. my tablet lives on the little shelf under my desk but i put it up where my keyboard is when im using it and i just slide it under where my monitor is. also shoutout to my disco lights

[rosalie-starfall]

Agatha All Along

Agnes of Westview Seekest Thou the Road

[ravangie]

Alright, here goes an AU for my AU:

UNA VAQUERA Y UNA BANDIDA 💥🏜❤️‍🔥

More Tulia and Miguella here

[oldmanpuppyplay]

Timestamp Roulette: Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), Dir. by George Miller Req. by @activatedsludge

[hello-sweetheart]

I need to see Steve at his breaking point, kneeling in absolute defeat. Whimpering, crying, sobbing with a sword under his chin forcing him to look up that man who is now nothing but a stranger.

But, once he was a familiar and friendly face around the castle. Often running around with the outcasts and playing music in the town square. Telling stories of great heroic adventurers to the children that flocked around him to listen. A tall but scrawny thing with a mouth that knew not when to bite its tongue.

Steven makes a pathetic image for a prince. His skin is stained with tears, grime, and blood. Blood from his knights. Brothers in arms that he’d known since he was a mere child.

He’s nothing now, has nothing.

A fallen prince awaiting death.

Edward has his dark tresses tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes are dark as night, focused and fierce in his gaze. His chest heaves and exhaustion is evident, but he stands proud.

Vengeful.

Such a far cry from the once cowardly and impish man that Steven had known him to be.

Even with the sting of betrayal, the broken bond among him and children, adolescents now, that he had come to care for… he understands why someone would follow him.

He has the stance of a leader and the final unwavering judgement of a king.

Humilated, he thinks of his people, the children (his children), and even the servants that had joined the revolt against the crown. He wishes them a better life, a kinder one than he and his parents had given them under their family rule.

Steven trusts… he trusts in his people’s judgment, despite it all, and their faith in their soon-to-be King Edward.

Accepting the fate of their decision, his cries quiet but he makes no move to wipe the mess he’s made of himself.

Steve raises his chin just a bit higher and tries to steady his breath. Leans his head against the sword that’s at the side of his neck now, a swing away from finality, and looks up at the people’s king.

“Whatever kind of king you choose to be,” his mouth is parched and heavy with the taste of ash, “be a loving one.”

His closes his eyes, and waits.

“Then, my first act as King will be that of good faith to the people. Prince Steven… I show you mercy.”

[jesterjaxx]

comic from a 2 month old conversation about Duntrent's first kiss being a shotgun to share a hit

Bonus Duncan when he gets home:

[wasteland-wrecker]

Guess who reached the endgame with Yes Man (me Rico)

and a cursed rex (not my fault, he’s literally like this)