#fight me on that!

[chiptrillino]

Okay, if you think Jee is superstitious and judgy once you get to know him, what do you think he's like when he's DRUNK? He's a sailor so his tolerance must be crazy high, but is he a sassy drunk? A bar brawling drunk? A weirdly nice and affectionate drunk?

TW: mention of alcohol or getting drunk

apart of being a sailor he is a FIREBENDING SAILOR. basically it takes him more to get drunk for him. i think (headcanon?) but he does get drunk! i think he is more acting on his impulsive thoughts drunk. like he gets a new tattoo, that one dude that pissed him off all night deserves jee's fist in his face. (which... also gets him also a new tattoo kind of)

if he is out with crew they place a dare on him and he acts on it.

i think he earns most of his drinks by playing some music. there is a pippa in h bars sometimes. he grabs it stimms it begins to play. sailor songs and dirty songs and some made out of the spot. depends how many drinks he gets.

idk... full out bar brawls depend on if one of his crew is misbehaving or being threatend. (yes even including the royal bratty shoutyness)

i do think some of the crew thought once to take zuko out and get him drunk. you know maybe he shouts less? could be funny? (i admit they don't have the nicest intentions...i don't think everyone on zukos ship was nice. some were, others are in the gray aeria. but i think some were awful and had to be sorted out first) but jee put his foot down like "no what the fuck i hate this shouty brat too but he is a kid!!!" zuko is compleatly safe but i think it would be funny if jee drinks the crew that was in on this under the table (with thanks of subtle bending) and makes them clean the deck and the hull with small brushes the next morning while they struggle with a hangover. (zuko non the wiser but for once confused quiet letting jee handle it. iroh argreeing with that punishment.)

i don't think jee is much of a flirt. if he gets hitted on he would fluster. its amusing to watch! this big muscly guy visibly shuddering and kind of stoic shy. not used to flirting a bit akward. bt he has sill gets his nights out. and a happy whisteling walk to the ship with a skip in his step the next morning. jee may or may not once wasn't allowed back on board because the royal brat had no clue about hickeys and confused them with septabox. iroh: you know prince zuko... when a man finds a lovely person and they spend the night- (surviving getting 'the talk' by the dragon of the west is a special kind of bonding expirence, jee and zuko quietly agree on to never bring up again)

but hey in the off chance jee gets hungover and they are in the middle of the ocean. you get to observe jee, after port leave, butt naked laid out on the hot metal cooking his headache out. it is a compleatly normal view. you hear a *ding* and the lieutenant flips over for evenly gold brown roasting.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[mintybagels]

damn these canadians

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[marlasbreastlump]

was originally gonna color and post this for pride month but i lost the original file

EDIT: Thank you to @localdisasterisk for making the image discs!! :)

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[wuucchoo]

waiting for megumi's class to end so they can play ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

[zillychu]

everyone sh. shutd up im cooking smthn

[gertritude-art]

classic online experience

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[gossippool]

*steeples hands under my chin like i'm sherlock* so you see,

[brainrotcharacters]

That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through

[oday-akram]

Don't skip please🍉🇵🇸

My name is Oday , I am 19 years old. I live in Palestine Gaza I was living a normal life and I was a university student. Because of October 7, my dream, my university, and my whole life were destroyed. Now I am living a bad life and I am trying to travel with My family of 8 and I, as the eldest son of this family, have endured hardship since I was young, trying to bring them to safety and complete my studies.

If you can, help me.

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