#from joy I mean

[webzazes]

OH GOOD LORD I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS

Fizzarozzie Week

Day 5 - Role Reversal

[ironwoman359]

SO turns out the OP of the repost of this tiktok was a terf too so here's the video on its own without any weird gender comments and terf baggage.

And here's the collector's tiktok while we're at it, check her out if you want to see more of the cool stuff she has in her room.

[mintypsii]

yk adorable group hug and luffy moment aside, did zoro just kick the ground . after he was hugged . is this show even real

sorry but the way nami went 🤨🏳️‍🌈 TWICE

[winged-on-earth]

I love you alterhumans who love being human. I love you alterhumans who want nothing to do with humans. I love you alterhumans who have complicated relationships with their humanity. I love you alterhumans who are many things. I love you alterhumans who are one thing through and through. I love you alterhumans who aren't sure what they are. I love you alterhumans who have known what they are for years. I love you alterhumans who are just now connecting to that part of you. I love you younger alterhumans, I love you older alterhumans. I love you cringy tiktok alterhumans who love expressing themselves through gear and quads. I love you alterhumans who aren't interested in that sort of thing or are unable to do so. I love you queer alterhumans, I love you disabled alterhumans, I love you alterhumans of color. I love you alterhumans who are struggling right now. I love you alterhumans who feel alone, broken, beaten down. Know that there are people who love you for you, human or otherwise :]

[mossy-aro]

ultimately i think my insistence on aro positivity honestly is as much a political stance as a personal one.

when i say aro positivity is crucial and that i dislike doomer-ist posts that express sentiments like 'I hate being aro so much I wish I was dead instead’ it's not because I don’t think there can and should be a space for negativity and acknowledging self-hate, or the many ways being aromantic can really suck sometimes. i find that to be very important!

that being said. there is smth here about how self-hate posts are sometimes just arophobia that we inflict on ourselves. and when we put that out into the ether it (intentionally or not) can become arophobia that we inflict on other members of the community. i think there absolutely needs to be a place for negativity and the expression of anger and frustration and self loathing even - these are all good things to talk about because these are things that we experience. that being said, it can also be genuinely upsetting and triggering to people to have what is essentially arophobia shown to them and then have that be validated by other aspec people. your personal thoughts can affect your wider community on a level you may not anticipate. and i understand it i truly do! it took me so long to be able to recover from accepting being aroace - it threw my entire world off kilter and made me question everything about my place in the world.

but my insistence on aro joy and positivity is because ultimately i do believe that building is at the core essence of it all. that ultimately discussions and the purpose of community should be about construction, not destruction. and this is both a personal and a political stance. talking about how much you hate yourself and cultivating online discussions/spaces where negativity about aspec identity is the main and only theme is destructive - if that’s where we let the conversation end. these thoughts can and should be used as a vehicle to look for a path forward!

joy and positivity create a space where the focus can become on forging a path forward, on construction, on community building instead of tearing ourselves and others down with negative thoughts. it’s not productive or healthy when it stops at a place of negativity - it becomes actively destructive to the essence of community.

and i do think that this is especially poignant considering the fact that being any kind of queer, but especially aromantic (and/or asexual) means forging a path for yourself and making your own happiness where there is no obvious way forward. our communities exist mostly online (right now, anyway), there is little recognition of our existence in the real world, the effects of amatonormativity are both pervasive and actively dehumanising, and there are legal, economic and social structures in place actively making our lives more difficult. yes that all sucks! it’s good to acknowledge that. we need to in order to change it. but more importantly, that’s not the end. we are still here and our happiness, our future is for us to determine. even if we can’t change the laws or society, loving yourself and understanding aromanticism as a political identity (as well as personal), as a radical worldview, and as a protest against amatonormativity is essential for both community and personal well being. the personal is political.

tldr. i guess my point is that as a community, we should focus on building, improving, and nurturing ourselves and each other (construction) as opposed to destruction. we should recognise aromanticism and asexuality as political identities as well as personal ones and rely on community and self-love in the absence of anything else as a form of protest and political power. destruction (the recognition of everything that is wrong) is essential as a starting point - but where do we go from there? we rebuild.

[amaltheas-garden]

I miss when Alicent was allowed to have emotions

the range 🤌

[dragonbabes]

Ok this might be cheesy but in my Crow!Rook play-through, I’ve had Lucanis on my team since we yoinked him out of the Ossuary. I have done quite a bit since then, and have now finally decided to give the man a damn break. My brain, dreamer that it is, took the thought and ran.

Rook leaves with Davrin and Bellara. Lucanis thinks now he has time to sit and catch up on the missives from contacts he’s let pile up, maybe try that new brew Teia got him as a “welcome-back-from-the-dead” present.

But as he works, he finds his gaze trailing toward the door of the dining hall, expecting to catch sight of that lopsided grin — one that makes his heart forget itself and stutter — burst through the doors. He’s gotten use to the sound of Rook, it seems. He enjoys some quiet with his coffee, anyway.

Sighing down into the seat at the fire, the assassin inhales that warm, rich coffee frangrence rising with the steam. He gives it a light swirl; a very light, practiced movement of his wrist. His brow pinches slightly at the sharp pain racing up his arm, the result of a nasty blow from a hurlock and a sloppy block on his part.

Rook was quick to take the hurlocks attention with a precisely aimed arrow that had embedded itself in the hurlocks throat… He’d expected the dark spawn to fall over, but it charged the younger crow.

The fight was brutal — Lucanis shudders at what would’ve happened if all the darkspawn they put down that day would’ve gotten into Minrathous’ streets — and Rook, he remembers, took a few blows themselves.

The cup pauses just as it touches Lucanis’ lips. Trouble finds Rook… Or perhaps it’s Rook who finds it (maybe they’re one and the same). What sort of trouble has that reckless assassin found this time? Will Davrin know to keep an eye on Rook’s left, which they always leave open?

Is Rook cutting it too damn close right now? As he sits there, hesitating to drink his perfect brew, Rook could be fighting. Could be bleeding.

Could be loosing.

“Where is Rook?” Spite asks.

And all Lucanis can manage is a quiet response, nearly a mumble as the flicker of the fires flames consume him while that feeling — the feeling of a hand around his throat, tightening, heart moving from a flutter at the thought of Rook to an aching thud — is consuming his chest, “I don’t know.”

Rook has made it this far without him. They’re strong; the strongest he’s ever known. And with a beautiful smile, too. A dimple that forms in their cheeks, and a curve of their eye to illuminate that mischievous spark. A laugh, strong and sweet, like the feeling of the sun hitting his face for the first time after leaving the Ossuary… The only reason he is out of that hellhole -

“You gonna drink that?” Hardings voice snaps him from the flames. Her brow raises and her mouth wobbles with a smirk, “You’ve been staring at the fire like that for minutes.”

“Ah, I was lost in thought.” He disarms her with a quick smile. A delicious brew will make a person think. He will miss the taste when he finds the bottom of the cup. Which he will. It’s inevitable.

All delicious things come to an end.

Lucanis takes a small sip…

Anyways that’s what I started thinking about before I entered the crossroads… I’m gonna go recruit Taash now 💕

[suntails]

LEFTOVER SAAALES ARE OPEN!!!

last call for the Sleeping Silver artbook! I will not be doing any reprints of this, so get it while u can 🫶 there are still a few charms in stock as well, and all freebies will be included with every order until i run out! :D

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[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Something that’s always missing whenever people talk about Lyanna and the Kingsguard at the Tower of Joy is that these things should always circle back to Jon Snow. He’s our main character here. Rhaegar and Lyanna, as well as the Kingsguard, are all dead. They were dead before this story began. This tiny section of text is meant to give color to Jon — who is alive, and whose story is currently unfolding. The events at the Tower of Joy, told entirely through Ned’s fever dream for a reason, essentially serve as one thing: fantasy protagonist myth building 101. Three wise men, a legendary magical sword, some of the greatest knights of an era, a dying queen lady, the end of an age, a dead prince, a dead king, and then here comes a soon to be completely orphaned prince whose life hangs on the balance and whose survival depends on the compassion of one lord and his wizard friend. GRRM is literally retelling King Arthur’s backstory through Jon. This whole thing is one giant literary allusion to Uther and Igraine and the boy king Arthur, to Lancelot and his Joyous Guard, to Guinevere, and to tragic romances. It reads as an ode to Arthurian fantasy and is meant to backdrop the main protagonist’s fantastical origins. The Kingsguard are there to play into that. Their presence at the Tower, in that moment, was never about Lyanna; not solely, anyway. Their presence is tied to Rhaegar’s last surviving male child, and the language used suggests that they had chosen their king, for better or worse. Any discussion surrounding the Kingsguard’s presence at the Tower that focuses on anyone but Jon completely misses the point imo.

[eggsdrawings]

dabihawks post-war pizza au 🛵💨

“you’ve still got a pizza my war-torn heart” by phanatics 🍕

[cent-scratchnsniff]

green apple flavor

[cheesecake801]

Lear ate all my gems but I got him at least ! This is him but like in fnf kinda. Gholdengo would spit the meanest bars I'm tellin ya

Lear wouldn't even have to say a thing he'd just hand over that golden mic to Gholdengo while looking smug

Also have a low effort Volkner and Lear comic under cut

The statue looks cooler in my head but you get the idea

Sometimes I think about how happy Volkner looks in pokemon masters ! He gets to fight as many strong trainers as he wants, he made new friends, there's cool machines ! Yes he's being a menace but he's having so much fun, he must think Pasio's really great hehe, good job Lear ! Please bear with him during his stay XD At least the upgrade of this statue didn't cause any issue (yet)

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Feel like Neil couldn’t have been any other kind of actor than one in theatre. If he was a movie actor or on social media or whatnot, it would not be the same. Theatre by nature is fleeting. Recorded mediums can be rewatched over and over, creating a time loop of sorts. We the audience can keep going back to a time when Neil is still alive. Theatre however is live and once the play is over, there is no going back except in our memories. It is much like life. We are forced to live in the moment in a theater lest we miss it altogether. It’s not that the poets choose to live in a world where Neil is dead, it’s that they must because the only other option is to die themselves. I feel like Keatings teachings could only be reflected in stage theatre because that’s the only way there can be no time loop of grief. I think dead poets society itself isn’t about overcoming the authority in your life to do what you want but rather about grief, about allowing oneself to feel grief and all one’s emotions without letting it consume you and to keep living after, to live every day in the moment lest you fall into grief and regret that will destroy you or force you into a miserable life

[elalalune]

So rot, ferment and decompose

So all the things can grow

Or wallow in a drinkless world

And wither on the bough

Cosmo Sheldrake - Solar Waltz

[i-may-be-an-emu]

The way that Tom looks at them heals something in me that I didn’t know was so broken. Or something, idk.

[blossoms-phan]

thinking about how ever since they met there was a time period of a handful of months where the longest they would go without seeing each other was a week or two at a time and they publicly longed and yearned for each other every time they were separated and then their visits were defined by hometowns and train rides and then phil moved out and dan showed up and kept him and the longest they were apart from 2009 to 2022 was two and a half fucking weeks and then dan went on tour for 2 months and travelled across the world to make it back for phil’s birthday and oh god they’re literally inseparable