#and so so good

[acesammy]

one aspect of lucifer rising that I love but I don’t think is discussed enough is that the function of the voicemail was to drive sam to suicide. Sam didn’t think he would survive killing Lilith, but it’s better to die as a monster who saved the world than die by his brothers gun

[diesmercurii]

guess who just read the last ronin??? ouch!

[tremorsmackenzie]

Chapters: 4/4

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: General Audiences 

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson & Cal Zabo, Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Melinda May & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson/Melinda May 

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Cal Zabo, Mentioned: - Character, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Jiaying (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) 

Additional Tags: I cried writing this, Cal still loves Daisy, Daisy had two dads, Sad Ending, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Father's Day, dad phil 

Summary:

While we all know the story of Phil Coulson and how he was a father to Daisy, we forget that out there, Cal Johnson was living life as a vet, happy and oblivious.

This is the four times that Daisy visited her birth father; once in each season.

Sometimes she just needed to talk to somebody.

[sororygilmore]

fucking insane

[starbirdaltair]

listening to Eat Your Young on repeat because I get so much gender envy from it and it's just so fbhsvruebfbrjdbrhdbr

[shwoop]

this is cannon

and this was a kids show

i cannot say this enough

elisa moza is my role model, i hope to someday be half as awsome as she was

just

not a cop

It absolutely cracks me up that Elisa goes on this cute seemingly innocent costume date with Goliath, but then-

She fully has a sluttier version underneath ready to GO like 😂

We Stan a monster-fucking icon

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[gorgo4ne]

"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."

Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[ilona-mushroom]

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

[cronchy-baguette]

caitlyn's garden of violets

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[modmad]

hey! there's zero esims left for the connecting gaza campaign as of today. i remember you promoting them earlier. could you give them a much needed boost?

oh dang! unfamiliar with that particular campaign, as I always donate via crips for e-sims because it's super easy to do, but regardless let's go people!