#but also!!

[darlingofdots]

feel like we haven't talked enough about the fact that Parliament tried to gerrymander the dragon voting districts and then Tharkay went in with his many-caped greatcoat and his gold-topped walking stick and his struggling estate in the Peak district and said :) wanna bet :)

[infernaleikon]

on this wip wednesday i revisit my actual wip that i should get back to 🙈🙈🙈

have a snippet of the fake married au

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When Anakin had proposed—emotionally (ostensibly) fake but otherwise legal—marriage, eager to secure a neat pay raise, he’d definitely not thought about the careful maintenance and painstaking planning such a charade would entail. So when Obi-Wan suggests Anakin move in with him, Anakin feels like every last breath of air has been squeezed from his lungs. The words ring in his head, less like a siren and more like a siren call, and Obi-Wan needs to call his name twice with a worried frown on his face before Anakin manages an answer.

Still, he has to clear his throat, embarrassingly, three times before his voice sounds anywhere near normal and even then he sounds hoarse and croaky to his own ears when he asks, “Are you sure?”

Obi-Wan kinks an eyebrow at him. “It would call the legitimacy of our marriage into question if we didn’t live under one roof.”

It doesn’t quite answer Anakin’s question. It wouldn’t dispute their marriage but rather the status of their relationship, Anakin thinks faintly.

Anakin has to clear his throat again. “Maybe we’re more…modern than other couples and don’t need to live together,” he offers. It sounds beyond stupid—and nobody who truly knows him would believe that he wouldn’t want to live with—with his husband. But Obi-Wan dodges answering the question and Anakin realizes that of course he isn’t thrilled at the prospect of having to share his apartment—for potential years—with Anakin.

Obi-Wan looks at him with an unreadable expression for a moment before an apologetic smile tugs at his lips. “I understand that you wouldn’t want to—give up your freedom in such a way,” he says diplomatically. As if Obi-Wan isn’t giving up his own freedom by marrying Anakin. “It’s just—” Now Obi-Wan clears his throat. “Everyone who knows me knows that I—I’d want to live with my spouse, is all. I’m not…modern.”

Anakin feels like there is only white noise in his head. “I wanna live with my spouse, too,” he says, like an idiot.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says, and then a wry little smile passes over his face. “Well then.”

It somehow sounds both like a question and a statement.

“I’ll move in,” Anakin hurries to add, his words sounding embarrassingly breathless. “I just—”

He just—

The realization of how much he is truly asking of Obi-Wan impacts like a meteor hitting a planet’s surface, and Anakin can’t even begin to fathom how—or why—Obi-Wan takes it in stride so elegantly.

“Uh,” Anakin says, at a loss for words, and rubs the back of his neck.

The corners of Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle slightly and the smile grows but becomes seemingly thinner. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out an arrangement for when you want to bring someone—for when you want to spend the night with someone,” he assures. His tone is light and teasing, and there’s a glint in his eyes that sends tiny little shocks up and down Anakin’s spine.

Anakin flushes: heat rising into his cheeks so sudden and unbidden that he feels breathless with it. He can’t imagine there being anybody he’d rather spend the night with than Obi-Wan. The heat in his cheeks intensifies once he realizes Obi-Wan means sex, and then even more so when he discovers that he himself does not—or well, not just.

[dragonairice]

Day 16 of posting gay people for Pride month!

Y’ALL GET A PAGE OF BROOKE TODAY BECAUSE I LOVE HER

[goldenflurry]

Invader Zim sketch dump

[riddlebirdistheword]

Oswald Cobblepot - Season 1, Episode 20 - Gotham

[lunaechaos]

immensely wanda&agatha coded but i won't elaborate further

[treesap-blogs]

cat reveal!! her name is sadie. idk what breed she is but she’s a very sweet and whimsical cat

[aroaceamyrosearchive]

Amy is a strong independent woman who don't need no man , isn't she? ♀️🔨💪🦔

so true!

[wineonawhitetee]

Additionally:

- The characters play D&D or a D&D adjacent game

episodes that i think every tv show should have:

timeloop

whodunit

musical

beach trip

random genre change (especially if it's to a noir detective thing)

one where they get randomly meta and fourth wall breaky but then never acknowledge it again

one where something happened but we as the audience don't actually get to see how it happened and only see it through the unreliable narrated flashbacks as recollected by the characters

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[hawkeabelas]

you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[marvelsmostwanted]

There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

[edsrosetattoo]

This is the best idea in the history of film.

[stealingpotatoes]

it’s eunuch Tucker’s adoptiversary and defacto birthday today <3