#double down and stay down

[tree-of-blue-squirrel]

if you asked a Czech, they would tell you it happened because they weren´t atheist enough

Czechs in question:

🇨🇿🗣 what is god 🇨🇿🍻

[gg-ladybug]

Had a revelation about Adrien’s adverse reaction when Marinette started acting like a Texan in psychomedian, and now I’m inconsolable. Nobody touch me, I think I require sedating

[uncanny-tranny]

Blessing of the knitter/crocheter: may your hands never have cuts, bruising, sores, hangnails, or any other nuisance that would make your craft painful. May your hands and wrists never ache 🪷💛

[canisalbus]

Currently suffering an ear infection and all I can think is how you said Vasco is prone to them. Does he get miserable and exhausted from the pain or is he more the type to get short tempered and cranky?

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[yumesei]

Tumblr shouldn't let you still be able to see the posts of people you blocked damn, that's triggering

[langfield]

max ‘i allowed an entire town full of of innocent people to die in a horrific storm to save the girl i loved and i split apart the fabric of time and space so violently my actions erased a man from existence just so i could see the girl i loved again’ caulfield. she is NOT a red flag she’s just a very devoted lover ok. ignore the uh … destruction … and the frantic disregard for the laws of the universe

[bonefall]

I’m rereading Po3 and despite its flaws I really enjoyed the introduction to the three. Jaykit isn’t mentioned to be blind in the first few chapters and instead they chose to show how much MORE capable he is compared to his littermates; until at the end of chapter 3, he brings up his blindness on his own. It makes forcing him to be a medicine cat SO much more frustrating because it really feels like they’re setting him up to be a warrior and choose his own fate (note i haven’t finished the reread this is just my first impression)

I like how you seem to take that path in BB regardless! It makes his arc so much more enjoyable

His arc in canon is super frustrating because he's such an independent character who clearly wants to make his own decisions in life, but then he just gets shoved into the medcat den. I LIKE that he ultimately goes there and that he enjoys it; but it was still really fucked up that they stripped away his autonomy in the process.

Re: they are not real, they are writing choices. Taking away the choices a disabled character can make over their own life, forcing them into a celibate nun role, and then going "awwwww dont worry see? he likes it! This was the best thing for him :)" was fucked up.

And imo it didn't have to be that way! You wouldn't have to go the FULL route I did with big changes, he could just be more involved in the descision to stop being a warrior apprentice and it would be fine. Minor change that would make a world of difference.

I do also have to interject to say though... blindness should really not be an extremely severe impairment for a ThunderClan cat.

I'm dead serious.

Whiskers are built-in sensors that tell you the exact position of everything within several inches of your head, ears swerve to pick up sound, and the jacobson's organ provides a sense of smell so keen that I have an entire Clanmew expansion draft because I needed to make WORDS describing the power of this sense that humans do not have. I cannot stress enough how delicate their other senses are, felines do not rely on their sight like primates do

ThunderClan lives in a mixed-oak woodland, where sight is already often obscured by foliage, objects are close together (for whiskers to feel), and nearly every movement makes noise against the leaf litter. RiverClan and (moor-running) WindClan cats would have a harder time with this disability than Thunder or Shadow.

Cat sight SUCKS to begin with. It sucks BADDD. They don't have color vision, they're significantly nearsighted, and they can't track up-and-down movements well. WC doesn't write realistic cats (more like small fuzzy people really) and I also work with more humanesque eyesight, but the only thing Jay should really lose is an ability to rapidly track a small animal swerving fast. Blind cats are often still excellent hunters in spite of that!

So it's an extra big waste that they railroaded him into a position he didn't choose, saying he couldn't be a warrior. This is the perfect disability to write, if you want to explore how ableism can impact the characters in this society who ARE legitimately still capable of nearly full independence, but still need to find accommodations for what they can't do.

In the same arc they're doing the dumb Cinder Reincarnation Plotline, no less!! Where SHE is also feeling like she has no choice over her "destiny," and gets a conflict over a potentially disabling injury

"Oh nooo if cinderpaw breaks her leg she wont be a warrior!"

"What the f-- Im Jaypaw and im reporting live from the scene where a Category 1 Idiot Moment is taking place. Woman breaks leg, suddenly everyone believes she is a horse, more at 11."

One of these days I should really make "herb guides" just covering how various sensory disabilities impact the lives of Clan cats and some tips for writing them as warriors, especially between Clans. Stuff you wouldn't usually consider, like how much noise deaf cats tend to make, how RiverClan would get a ton of sinus infections and lose their sense of smell, being blind in Sky vs Thunder, etc.

[moonshynecybin]

Every time I think of Valentino from like 2004 or earlier time traveling to the future I just think about how he'd make it his mission to make current day Vale life hell. Especially if he travels to the 2025 season. Like everywhere vale turns Valentino is there clinging to Marc. Like I'm talking about Marc saying he's going to take a shower and Valentino says 'without me?' type of clinging. Valentino is gonna make sure he has high blood pressure by the time he's sent back. Cause in valentinos mind his future self fumbled a baddie. And Marc doesn't make it any better cause even though he fell for vale, Valentino was where it all began. I can imagine the other riders wondering if everyday is the day that vale loses it.

i think this question rests on if vale is riding or not. because if he IS, and marc is like a pre-built in sexy little enemy who is a threat to baby vale’s competitive hopes then i actually think vale is like. still in the rivalry sauce (using it to motivate himself) and enjoying the fact that he can maybe foist some company/business stuff off on his older self… BUT. i wonder how ultimately lonely he is at the same time. cuz yeah he’s vale, but uccio’s older. all his friends are older. his brother is older than him and he doesn’t even KNOW that guy as a result. his team is gone. he has the academy boys, but they’re all the other vale’s, not him. like bikes are literally ugly now it is bad for him. and i think he looks at all the stuff his older self has that he doesn’t and then finds the one thing older him pretends not to want and that he can’t have. and it’s marc. and then i can see him trying to get back w marc as a way to exert some control over his life/exercise his weird resentment over his situation and at himself/marc is soooooo sexy and nice and silly that he feels insane. and then as the affair maybe progresses (and marc turns him down? or, awfully, DOESNT.) he realizes that other vale still has marc anyways even STILLLL after vale HURT HIM and he hates it….

[fire-in-my-woods]

❗️LIFE IS STRANGE: DOUBLE EXPOSURE SPOILERS ❗️

"Do you have to go?"

[enbysiriusblack]

middle aged james potter with his plethora of kids, and his outdated tiny little shorts, and his specially made apron with a pun printed onto it, and him coaching a weekend kids sport club where all the parents try to flirt with him, and his morning runs where he waves to all the other runners and old people, and his packed lunches for his kids with little notes in but for his teen kids he just sends them the little note every day, and his little grey hairs and his stubbly facial hair that he can never decide on whether to shave or grow out, and him having a cleaner come round every week but he likes to clean beforehand so the cleaner doesn't really have much to do and he just makes them a tea or coffee and has a chat instead, and his volunteer work during the weekdays where he works for a few shelters and makes food for homeless people, and having a free supply of his family's hair products even though he's not involved in the company at all, and being called a 'trophy husband' one time and then deciding to buy himself a trophy with that enscription that he proudly places on the mantel, and wearing a backbrace because he has ongoing backpain so him and sirius always do that back crack thing for each other, and trying to remember all the slang the kids now say but they just call him cringy, and getting wrinkles/prominent smile lines and absolutely loving it because it's, in his words, 'proof he's spending his life having a good time'.

[drawlody]

Ya know i went and rewatch his death scene for like animatic ref and holy it hurt so bad. Not from him dying.No.The fucking slander from the comment section is like holyyyyyyyy

HAHAHAAHHAAAA I spent so much time in my safe space among the Adam agenda that i forgot that like 80% of the fandom think he's a misogynistic abuser that deserved all that happen as if those cunts they call baby is better

HH fandom is truly an experience i dont think ive ever purposefully seperate myself from most of the fandom cause o m g having your fav depict as a fucking cuckhold rapist aint fun (o゜▽゜)o☆

And even when us Adam agendas stay in our lane others cant just leave us alone huh?!?! Fucking hell we dont go on Lucifer-centric fic to call him a cunt that deserve to get sucker punch across the face so why the hell are yall doing that to us??? Fuck my friends on ao3 constantly got hate on their fic like broski the tags and first chap should tell u enough the authors stand and you should idk leave???

sighhhh sorry if i sound angry but it do get annoying seeing people not having fandom manners smh (ノへ���、) eh u can pick on a dog for so long before they bite back as my friend said. Ya'll are free to make Adam the worst person ever to hype up your favs but once we start to do the same suddenly it's unacceptable and honestly get tiring after a few months, repeating the same points to people who are unwilling to listen

[mortuarywriting]

if i can be petty in your askbox? that lil video of konig manspreading just made me gag. you know that man already smells like a roll of coins on a good day, but his ball smell wafting out? no wonder the dude covers his fucking nose -391780

Look I'm the LAST person to discourage pettiness in this chili's. This is a petty welcome zone.

I will, however, make it worse 'cause like. Man's also got post-mission smell which has to be appalling. Being in an enclosed space after that just feels. Not Ideal at most polite. Walk my happy ass back to base at worst. Keep a bottle of febreze and spray him liberally before letting him on at funniest.

[sovonight]

why is so much of sewing just tracing and cutting and tracing again q_q i see why people get projectors and use adobe illustrator now

[soobvape]

i need brownies so fucking bad rn

[spotaus]

Sighh. Trying to figure out if I'm going to project onto Night again for this next drabble....

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(Picks up where Viper left off)

"You know you've got like a whole bucket of cactus paddles down there?"

Jak sauntered back into the throne room from the hidden door and tossed Damas a sealed bag of roasted crickets.

"I should hope it's a full bucket, considering I picked those this morning."

Damas pulled out one of the cooked insects, plucked off the legs, and popped the rest into his mouth.

"You don't eat the legs?"

Jak draped himself over the edge of the throne to snatch a handful of crickets from the bag.

"They get stuck in my teeth," Damas complained, "I save them for my birds."

Daxter snickered. "Even Pecker?"

"If Pecker doesn't like the food, he's free to fly back to Onin," replied the king with an almost mischievous look.

"Oye, you didn't mess with anything in the kitchens, did you? The head cook is...tetchy."

"She's a miserable old cuss and she threw a knife at me," Jak said indignantly.

"She throws knives at everyone. You're lucky it was only a knife."

Around another mouthful of crickets, Jak made an appalled expression. "What else does she throw?!"

Damas grimaced and rubbed his forehead as if remembering an old injury. "Whatever is closest. Pans. Porridge. Whole onions. Cactus paddles with the spines still on."

Daxter started to come closer, but glanced at the dead snake still decorating the dais and thought better of it. "Hey, Jak doesn't need to go to the kitchens to experience that! All he has to do is get distracted while on the Leaper again and he'll have a mouth full of prickly-pear!"

"That wasn't my fault!" Jak protested hotly.

Damas raised a brow. "Oh? I hadn't heard about this one."

Hoping to avoid retelling the story, Jak quickly changed the subject.

"Wait, can you actually eat cactus?" he demanded.

He moved to sit cross-legged directly in front of the throne, and began examining the viper's mouth to get an idea of how to harvest the fangs later. Absentmindedly, he reached a hand back behind him, and was too deep in focus mode to register that this wasn't Daxter or Keira he was non-verbally bumming snacks off of. Nonetheless, Damas made a goodnatured scoff and placed several more crickets in his hand.

"You can eat specific kinds of cactus," Damas clarified. By the emphasis he placed on "specific", it was fairly obvious he was anticipating Jak trying to eat random cacti in town.

"Only the ones with the paddles like you saw, understand?"

"Sure, sure." Jak brushed this off. "But what do you make with them, though?"

Damas inspected the bag of crickets and sealed it back up to ensure that they would have some snacks during the coming meetings. "You use them for just about anything you need a vegetable for, honestly. I tend to grill them with lemon. Some people boil them for salads. Sig's mother is known in the East Quarter for frying it in batter and selling it in little cups."

"Ooh! We still haven't met Sig's ma!" Daxter chirped. He grinned wickedly. "We should ask her about Sig's embarrassing baby stories."

"She has no shortage of them," Damas agreed.

Daxter glanced back at Jak, happily munching crickets, and shuddered.

"On a scale of one to "Jak eats things raw if he can't figure out how to cook them", how hard is it to cook?"

Jak looked insulted. Damas snorted.

"After the afternoon appointments, I'll teach you one of the simpler methods. You won't need much- Jak, don't touch the fangs. We still need the evidence intact."

"I was just looking!" Jak defended.

"With your hands?"

With a gusty sigh, the teenager scooted back to the right of Damas’s seat. He looked a little cross, but it faded soon enough.

"What appointments do you have, anyway?"

Damas stood up to stretch. Precursors knew he wouldn't get a chance in the next few hours.

"Third bell after noon through fifth bell is reserved for Arbitration Court," he said. "Which is why I do not usually call you during those hours. My job as king is to uphold the safety of my people, ensure the continued functioning of the Beacon and the water filtration system, mediate disputes not serious enough for the Arena, and enforce laws agreed upon by myself and my council."

Jak made a face. "That sounds like a lot of being stuck inside."

Dryly, Damas asked, "Why do you think I planted an entire grove of date palms in here? I would have died of boredom years ago if I did not."

He turned to fix both boys with a stern look.

"Out of respect for your fellow Spargans, try not to fidget during Arbitration Court unless you notice something suspicious. After five is a monthly meeting with the northern clifftop farmers to discuss rent payments."

"You rent farmland?"

"They rent from me," corrected Damas. "I didn't clear boulders until my hands bled just to abandon my land when I became king."

Jak blinked. "Fair enough. Man, we should've charged Sandover rent, Dax."

"Pal, they thought we owed them compensation for being allowed to sleep on their porches and eat a bare minimum of their food," Daxter pointed out sourly.

He caught a troubled frown on Damas’s face after the statement.

"Hm. I would like your attention to be on the visitors most during the rent meeting and the council meeting after evening meal. If anyone has a problem with me, specifically, that's likely where they'll turn up."

Jak eyed the snake again. "And if they blow their cover, I get to take 'em out, right?"

"No." Damas narrowed his eyes and pointed at Jak as he sat down again. "I need to determine how far the plot goes. No killing the assassin or accomplices."

"What about after?" Jak pressed.

"I'm the aggrieved party, I'm the one who deals with them," Damas said in mild reproof.

Jak folded his arms. "I dunno, we're feeling pretty aggrieved, right Daxter?"

"Positively outraged," Daxter added, sounding more bored than offended. "More Jak than me, but he's the sensitive type. You know him."

"Yes," Damas said, shaking his head with a small smile, "Yes I do. The answer is still "no", Jak."

Jak huffed and settled more comfortably against the throne. "You never let me do anything fun," he joked.

"I don't, I really don't." Damas reached over to prod the back of Jak's head affectionately.

"I'm a horrible, mean, adult who only lets you risk life and limb four days out of the week instead of every three hours."

"The folks in Haven would think that was the worst kind of tyranny, not being able to make us do all their work for them," Daxter scoffed.

The lift began to rattle, and Damas cleared his throat.

"Well, back to work. Eyes open, my boys. Let us see if we can't catch a would-be assassin. Jak, don't touch the fangs."

"I wasn't!" Jak protested.

Neither of his companions looked convinced.