#it's awful but it's done

[watchmakermori]

manifesting the worst tory election result in history tomorrow. like to charge reblog to cast and reply to send the tories to a shadow dimension for 3000 years

[n4rval]

i lied. here's a bonus.

[hinamie]

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[gatoburr0]

I HATE how this turned out WITH A PASSION.

[sameboot]

Simon petrikov coping FAIL compilation

[krowscrawl]

statuesque

— inspired by @/itwasleo on twitter (check out this thread beforehand)

[dreamwinged]

anyway

[chrispineofficial]

happy “et tu brute” to all who celebrate

[caemidraws]

Endwalker

[dancinghannigram]

flea-biting is a sign of companionship :) - thank u therexorcist for uploading the one video i havent been able to get out of my head since 2020 (X)

[tesco-finest-aromantics]

biromantic to aromantic pipeline, call that bye-romantic

[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[will-it-be-finished-who-knows]

Prologue

On patrol, Ayodele regretted volunteering at the hospital so late the night before. The doctors and nurses had urged her to leave early and rest, but she ignored them, and now she was paying the price.

Still better than being alone.

Yawning, she turned the corner, finally doubling back on her route through her and her partner’s sector. It had been pretty quiet, no big emergencies or catastrophes; it seemed most of the small time villains were in jail and Amethyst was busy planning their next attack. In the meantime though, patrol was pretty boring, which was actually an improvement from the usual agony. Her partner, TK, had graciously decided that she could patrol by herself, so she wouldn't be in his shadow (ego much?). While annoyed he was shirking duty, Del didn’t have to put up with him sidlining her, and for that she was grateful. It was nice to actually help people for once, despite it being in her job description as a Hero. 

Her musings about a quiet patrol were interrupted by something decidedly not quiet: a young boy’s cry of joy as he ran down the street. He bumped into her, apologized, and continued running, seemingly away from a parental figure that did not appear to enjoy the game.

Del had turned to watch the boy as he ran away, but as she was about to turn back she saw him dart around a large group of people blocking the sidewalk.

Around them and straight into oncoming traffic.

Barely registering the adults’ alarm around her, or in fact her own actions, Del dove after the boy, grabbed his arm and snatched him back from the street. She cradeled him protectively and checked for injuries until the adult who had ben chasing him caught up and began frantically checking the boy themselves.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” the man asked.

The boy thought for a moment, before replying, “Yes and no.”

“What does that mean?!” the man prompted, worry not soothed in the slightest.

“Yes I’m okay, and no I’m not hurt!” was the bright response he got.

Sighing, the man finally calmed, and rose to his feet from the crouched position he had taken to better study the boy. “Okay smart-alec. Thanks for the clarification,” he added with a genuine smile, before turning to Del.

“And thank you Hero, for saving him. I don’t know what I would have done if…” he trailed off, to afraid to even voice the possibility.

A deep breath, then drawing on the Soothing Civilians training she had been forced into, “It’s okay, you don’t have to know, because it didn’t happen. And I’m glad I could help, I’d hate to see such a cute kid get hurt.” She directed the last sentence at the boy, hoping to get a rise out of him to gague how shaken he was. And it worked, apparently he wasn’t too shaken because-

“I’m not cute! I’m handsome!” 

Yeah, that.

“Oh! Of course, my apologies, and what is the handsome boy’s name?” Del kneeled down to speak more directly to him.

Puffing up with a proud smile, he said “I’m Rusty! And I’m six years old!”

The man (his father?) gave a fond smile, “His birthday was a few days ago, and he’s very excited to tell everyone about it.”

“Of course, Uncle, everybody needs to know that I’m not a little kid anymore” he nodded sagely.

Ah, so the man was his uncle then. 

Well, it’s time to finish the patrol, she should probably try to get back early to write reports and still have time to visit the hospital before attempting to get some sleep. Saying as much to the duo, Del resumed her patrol and hurried back to headquarters.

[bunnieswithknives]

Thinking about his brain

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth play the most intense game of tag. it starts like your typical game with a light tap on the shoulder. and then it progresses. percy once threw a cup of water in her face and declared her the tagger. annabeth lit his shirt on fire and he had to jump into the lake. percy once kicked annabeth off the lava wall and she sprained her wrist. grover once witnessed annabeth putting percy in a headlock until he had to tap out due to a lack of air. it got so bad, that they lost dessert privileges for three weeks, earned permanent spots in the infirmary, and were instructed to separate for an entire weekend.

[scarletfern]

If you voted provisional, attend your ballot hearing anyway.

If your ballot needs to be cured, go fix the problem anyway.

Do not abandon your ballot.

Get it counted, regardless of what state you're in, regardless of whether you think it will help.

It could be the difference in a down-ballot race.

And if they do a recount, if there was fraud, it could even be the difference for Kamala.

Get your vote counted. No matter what the results say.