#ha ha what this

[ryllen]

Thought of detailing the lore, which i believe add more nonsense than sense.

+ Father is a metamorphmagus, who decided to live in the wild than among humans.

+ Helped a sickly woman who got lost in the forest once. He kept meeting her afterwards, and revealed himself as human. Then they fell in love.

+ The woman lived isolated from the village; believed she was cursed, she was outcasted. She fell ill & died some time after giving birth to their child.

+ The father decided to go back living in the wild while bringing the child with him.

+ Sometimes left the child cared by other creatures while he hunted/foraged for food.

+ One point the child got hurt, perhaps when he was gone wild creature attacked the herd of creatures the child was left with. He felt severely guilty over this carelessness.

+ Decided to give up his child to be raised in civilization, where it could be safer. Saw the Figs, and discreetly directed their attention to the child.

+ Nobody knows if he's still around because he is hard to track as metamorphmagus who can transform to anything at will. But perhaps he is watching somewhere from time to time.

[nb-marceline]

(full article here)

[cowboysmp3]

there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Okay, but hear me out -- what if his parents weren't usually red and blue?

[aropride]

interaction i have with shocking regularity is when someone’s complaining abt someone they know and theyre like “ughh they’re 21 and dont have a job and refuse to learn to drive” and then they remember who they’re talking to (me. 21 cant work cant drive) and go like

[adulthoodisokay]

happy new year, y’all

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[chrismcshell]

northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

[rabid-transcendentalist]

Long week for Cas and Dean

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[as-i-watch]

Chilchuck is definitely the kind of dad that scared his kids with the boogie man, he has that kind of humor

and probably ended up having them sleep on his bed bc he scared them too much too

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[hellhammersbignaturals]

No thank you anthropomorphic cat in a spiky jacket I don't really want those

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.