#how else

[haharuspex]

shitposting time

[sad-catra]

catradora being canon doesn't make it good😭 how does it feel knowing you romanticize abuse

Feels like Catra and Adora are banging it out while you cry about it

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

whump episode of all time look at this poor baby

[fadeintolight]

ts said torture era as if we arent already in one

[bangobeep]

whoever thefuck these guys are i dont know em (i do

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

I must keep love in my heart today, else how shall I live through the day?

from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde 

[allo-frouto]

Do you want NSFW asks?

Hit it.

[scoups4lyfe]

Sonoza's a G for actually taking her xD

a man of mystery,,,, lmao

eY YOOOOO

just attacks head on (respectable)

w o t

[deathfavor]

@shackld said: [ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured (earl lmao)

you're the only person i can turn to prompts

   It hasn’t been easy to navigate the mess that Legion and Syndicate in general have fallen into ever since the Black Ring. The Legion had struggled on even without its two leaders, but the power had weakened and chaos ruled. It’d taken a while for Earl to recover enough to make his escape with some unexpected aid from the Bureau and return to Legion to help stabilize it. But, Earl pondered as he gazed out one of the stronghold’s windows towards the gathering storm clouds, at least everything was recovering. Legion was regrowing and the chaos had settled for the most part.  

   A knock draws his wary attention towards the door. There wasn’t any meeting scheduled for several hours and no one had been stupid enough to simply march up to the Legion’s front door at its weakest, let alone now. Earl holds up a hand, halting the others as he stands up.  “  I’ll get it. “ 

   He plods towards the door and opens it – but what greets him isn’t the sight he expected to see. Instead of either someone from the other strongholds or an arrogant gangster, it’s the chief of the Minos Bureau of Crisis Control. Not only that, but bleeding and clearly quite badly injured. ( Earl is less surprised by the state of her than the fact she’s here at all. ) A quick glance around however reveals that the two younger sinners that are usually by her side are nowhere to be found. He has questions, but now is not the time to ask them when she looks like she’s about to pass out in the next few seconds. 

   “ Chief. “ Earl acknowledges the other as he steps aside and opens the door wider to grant her access into the safety of the Legion stronghold. " Sit down before your make yourself even worse than you already are." Earl points over towards the nearest couch before giving a few orders to the nearest Legion members who disappear to get the medical staff.

" Try not to pass out. " Perhaps a tall order to ask. Still, Earl raises an eyebrow. " Care to explain what you got yourself into this time? "  

[percentstardust]

⭐️ for any muse that wishes to!! i trust you .. <3

@timewound

“I give you a four out of five. Don’t get mad and shout at me with that thu’um of yours. I will explain.” More like he’s going to complain. “Fine. Four and a half out of five stars. Cause you keep dragging me into crypts for a random villager’s lost family heirloom. At least charge them more money. You never know what’s in the crypts here.” The last one they went into had automatons. And he hated every minute of that crypt.

“I think there is an arrow in my back, also, so I need you to check real quick.”

[snaxle]

I DONT WANNA PAY BILLS I WANNA USE MY MONEY FOR FOOD AND LIL GIFTS FOR MYSELF AND MY LOVED ONES

[luriuan]

I love how whenever ATLA recognizes Sokka is smart enough to solve a problem but it’d be too fast they just stick him in some kind of situation. Like he COULD’VE stopped jet from drowning a town so they tied him up and dumped him in a forest. He COULD’VE figured out what that spirits deal was so they lost him in the spirit world for 24 hours.

[myimaginationplain]

white queers are always so damned certain that "true" queerness is for them & them alone. expressions of queerness from Black people (most notably, Black women & those percieved as women) that don't center whiteness & aren't tailored for white audiences are always, always pegged as being unbelievable. all this plus a heaping dose of thay classic "all bi women are dirty attention seeking liars" brand of biphobia. fuck off man

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.