#and so he did

[startistdoodles]

I can see kind of why Meta Knight copied some of Sidia's habits, he looks kind of like Dark Meta Knight if he was Dragon instead of Bat inspired

Sidia: *has a terrible sleeping pattern in order to stay vigilant for intruders*

Sidia: *is reckless in fights and takes a lot of hits*

Sidia: *works long hours and rarely allows himself time to relax*

Young Meta: wow I want to be just like him when I grow up

[11usk]

[myauditionfordrphil]

Bumrah not taking wickets is just incomprehensible at this point 👀

[zedif-y]

favorite part of today is either the most breathtaking view i've ever seen in my life or when our tour guide started talking about taiwanese real estate prices unprompted

[ideologyofone]

Do you think we’re soulmates in another universe?

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ取るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[personnotfound]

i hope whoever actually shot that CEO is having a good day.

[cafeyote]

me and gang at the haunted house

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[apollos-boyfriend]

i was cuddling with my boyfriend last night when his shoulder started tensing up (like he was readjusting or gently pushing me off) and when i asked him if he was okay or needed me to move or something he went “no you’re fine, i was just imagining myself pulling a large rope. i didn’t even realize my shoulder was doing that lmao” then refused to elaborate and i have never been as attracted to him as i was in that moment.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[starridge]

puppet hour was brutal

[ladysternchen]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58282759/chapters/165349468#workskin

The evening sun made the bay of Eldamar gleam like molten gold, the soft waves glittering like jewels. And amidst all this splendour, drawing ever closer, a ship was sailing towards the harbour, graceful and majestic, bearing one who was eagerly awaited. Manwë smiled as he watched the sails ripple in the soft breeze- it was truly a sight to behold. Notably, Manwë and Varda watched from much closer than usual, having done as they hardly ever did and descended from Ilmarin, to greet the newcomer themselves, but this elf most certainly deserved a like welcome. For if not Círdan the Shipwright, then who?

Ulmo had appealed to him in person, had asked him to come down to the quays, telling him once more of the many great deeds of Círdan throughout the Ages, and so had Olórin, so even if he had indeed been oblivious to the influence the shipwright had had on the fate of Middle-Earth, he would still have heeded their advice. After all, there was no reason for him to harken to those he loved.

But Manwë had watched, had in fact never fully taken his eyes off the havens that Círdan had kept for so many thousand years, a refuge and a passageway in equal measure. No-one had withstood Melkor and his servants more steadfast than Círdan, or had endured the hardships for longer, or had indeed accepted them with more humility. When Ulmo had sought him out in his moment of despair and told him that it was his doom to remain in Ennor, Círdan had accepted it, even though his anguish had been palpable even for Manwë on high Taniquetil. More, he had channeled his grief into learning to craft ships like no other in the Hither Lands, so that he might yet find a way across the sea when time was ripe, and later maintained a sanctuary for Elvenkind in Middle-Earth when all Beleriand had been in the hands of Melkor. 

And then, when after the War of Wrath the path West would have been open to him, Círdan had yet decided to stay, and built anew a home for the Elder Children in Middle-Earth. And -ultimately- had given them a way home. 

How many ships had he watched pass out of his sight, Manwë wondered, and how dreadfully had his heart ached each time anew? What it must have felt like for one who had once so longed to reach Aman, to build all these ships to carry his kinsfolk over the sea to the West without being able to sail himself, Manwë could not fathom. But what made him admire Círdan most was the humility and patience with which he had borne all these hardships, had fought Sauron, had given up his ring of power.

Yes, this elf he was truly curious to meet.

Still, King of Arda or no, he would wait for his turn to greet and thank Círdan. The right of welcoming the new arrivals always belonged to the relatives and loved ones of the newcomers, and Círdan was no exception to that rule. What was more, Manwë rather enjoyed watching these reunions -both those on the shores of the sea and those at the gates of Mandos- from afar, seeing all the joy and tears and feeling deep down that his summons had at last come to a good ending. 

Therefore he watched the small group on the pier, standing a little back in the shade of the trees, some chatting amongst each other, others had their gazes fixed on the boat. Galadriel was there with all her husband’s family, waiting for Celeborn who sailed with Círdan, and Ereinion, who had braved to invade on this family meeting so as to greet his foster-father. He looked very forlorn, and might have done so even more had not Círdan’s mother engaged him in conversation over and over again, whether to make Ereinion more comfortable or calm her own nerves, Manwë had no idea. Most likely both, he mused. It must be hard, not to fling herself at her son the moment he set foot on solid ground, but that she had declined from the start, claiming that she would much rather be the last to greet Círdan than the first, so that she might have some time in peace to reunite with him. 

The honour of first greeting the newcomers therefore fell upon her nephews, who had accepted the offer gladly. Once again, Manwë smiled as his gaze fell on the brothers, Olwë and Elwë standing by the quay wall in all regal attire, Elmo beside them in a much simpler tunic. All three of them beamed as they watched the ship draw closer, and Manwë was rather sure that had there not been so many onlookers, they would have jumped up and down like little boys. 

Watching them, Manwë could not help but once again appreciate how easily the brothers had divided rule between them once again after Elwë’s re-embodiment. No claims, no fighting, just the joy of being re-united. As it was, both held court together more often than not these days, which was very refreshing to see. Manwë had been half-prepared for another strife between brothers like with Finwë’s eldest sons at first, but that had thankfully proved completely unnecessary. 

And still, watching them stand there in unity made his own heart ache, a pain that belonged to him alone, that he would not even voice before Varda herself- he missed his own brother. Despite all the evil he had done, despite the fact that nothing could ever be entirely without evil due to Melkor’s fell designs, he missed him. And that grief would never fully leave him.

More to distract himself than anything else, he let his gaze wander on to where Melian sat by the trees with her sisters-in-law, chatting spiritedly with them. It was good to see her happy once more, the pain of loss slowly fading, at least from her face. He doubted not, however, that both she and her husband still mourned their daughter waking and sleeping, though having Lúthien’s descendants among them had helped them both greatly. 

Manwë sighed, wondering once again if there could have been another, a better solution. But not even he could take the Gift from the Secondborn, and keeping Lúthien from her husband… it would have been just as cruel. Any union between Elves and Men must end in agony for someone. But it seemed that at times, love simply was unstoppable, as Melian and Elwë proved perhaps more than anyone else. He had always been awed by the union of one of their own with an elf, had at first thought it to be against all design. Only it was not. If anything, this was the design of the One, or else it would not have happened and borne such fruit. Nay, even he could not fathom all Atar’s designs, too far were His ways above even theirs. He could but trust and marvel.

Yet Melian had paid a terrible price for her love when her Elwë had been slain, and amidst that grief, they -Manwë himself and his brethren- had added another, even greater hurt. They had terribly wronged her, wronged her even though she had done so much to bring Melkor’s rule to an end, not the least of which was to single-handedly capture Sauron and drag him before Eönwë. For that, she would truly have deserved to be allowed to live among all her kin- but that had been out of Manwë’s hands, much as it regretted it.

He had no more time to muse upon these sorrows, however, as in that very moment, the ship moored, and the two elves upon it stepped at last ashore.

“A fine beard he as grown, there is no denying that.” Varda chuckled beside him, and Manwë quietly agreed. 

Ulmo and Ossë must be proud indeed. 

Olwë made a similar remark by way of a greeting, but Círdan did not heed it. He had eyes only for Elwë in that moment, which came as no surprise. Not when the means of their parting was so well known to everyone. 

“You are here. Alive. And… whole.” Círdan stammered hoarsely, his eyes fixed on Elwë’s face.

“Of course I am. You asked me to await you here, and so I did. I waited for you for Ages and Ages, while you were saving the world.”

Círdan laughed, then flung his arms around his cousin with such enthusiasm that the two almost took a tumble into the water, and Melian was by far not the only one who looked somewhat disappointed that Círdan and Elwë managed to regain their balance. Still laughing, Elwë stepped back, and allowed Olwë and Elmo to welcome Círdan as well, which both of them did with no less joy. 

It would take hours, Manwë knew, before the last embrace and final word of welcome was exchanged and he would have the chance to make Círdan’s acquaintance. Be it. Time, after all, was of no significance within this part of his realm. 

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Okay, but hear me out -- what if his parents weren't usually red and blue?

[chloesimaginationthings]

Doey from poppy playtime met someone like him!