#it's not easy being green

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293/365 days of regina mills

[joannerowling]

Slytherins may interract. Just a little.

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday: Silver Lining

Tagged by @saltymaplesyrup, @moriche, and @gilgamish thank you friends❤️

I am tagging @tallmatcha and @dirty-bosmer

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Genre(s): Romance/Court Intrigue/Monetary Policy and the dangers of an inflation crisis with an inherently deflationary currency

Main pairing: Moth gro-Bagol/Thongvor Silver-Blood

Summary: Moth and Thongvor been friends with benefits since their legion days, and Moth has insisted on staying politically neutral despite Thongvor's ambitions. When the Stormcloaks take Markarth and Thongvor ascends to the Mournful Throne, staying out of politics becomes more dangerous than Moth anticipated.

This WIP Wednesday proceeds directly from the last snippet shared here.

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The great bronze gates shrieked on their hinges as the guards on the timbers levered them into place. A final rush of stragglers slipped through before the doors closed with a final, booming clang. Moth was faint with relief as he spotted a familiar soot-stained tunic and apron among the dark green of the Markarth guards and bright steel of the Legionnaires.

“Ghorza, praise Malacath,” he said, drawing his sister into a quick embrace. Behind Ghorza, Tacitus, her apprentice, bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. “We need to get to—”

The winches on either side of the gates were released, and the guards that had been holding them sprang back as the drum gears spun freely. On the other side of the thick bronze, metal slid over metal as the heavy portcullis slammed into place. A team of Legionnaires slid the thick drawbar, hewn from the trunk of a single fir tree, across the doors. It rested beneath the release levers, locking them in place.

“Archers!” The echoes of the order were subsumed by the sound of the shutters opening on the arrow loops around the doorway. Guards pressed forward, bows drawn.

Moth, Ghorza, and Tacitus turned as one and made for the smithy. As they passed through the open arch that separated the entrance hall from the main palace, Moth slowed to a jog as Calcelmo, the court wizard, and Aicantar, his assistant and nephew, came running from the passage that led to the old Dwemer ruins. Calcelmo’s arms were full of parchment scrolls and books, and Aicantar was practically dragging him along. The old Altmer was trying to turn back down the passage.

“Uncle, we have to leave it!” Aicantar was saying.

“But the artifacts—those soldiers will just take them all!”

“The museum is guarded, and we have your research notes, we have to leave them!”

Another robed figure came pelting up the rough-hewn passage behind Calcelmo: Brother Verulus. He grabbed Calcelmo’s other arm and with Aicantar compelled Calcelmo forward.

“Aicantar, Verulus!” Moth called to the men, beckoning them. “We’ll shelter in the smithy, hurry!”

Moth turned and continued following Ghorza and Tacitus, trusting self-preservation would keep them following.

Behind them, a loud bang that shook dust and loose stones from the ceiling sounded from the gates.

There was a different sort of chaos in the palace. Servants scurried this way and that, the sound of doors slamming and draw bars sliding into place echoed up and down the residence halls. Anton the cook was pulling the jarl’s hunting hounds into the kitchen by their collars, swearing at them as they strained against him, whining to return to their master’s side. Igmund and Raerek stood at the top of the stairs: Igmund in his armor, but bare-headed except for the jarl’s circlet. Raerek was unarmored, but wore a sword at his side. They were deep in conversation.

“Moth—” Igmund called out as Moth hurried by.

“Yes, my Jarl?” He bowed, perhaps more deeply than usual, aware that unless the tide of the battle made a most unlikely turn, it would be for the last time. “How may I be of service?”

“By keeping yourself safe.” Igmund clapped Moth on the shoulder, giving it a bracing squeeze. “You have served the Mournful Throne faithfully. You as well, Calcelmo,” Igmund said, looking over Moth’s shoulder to where Calcelmo, Aicantar, and Verulus were just cresting the stairs. “Long may both of you continue to do so, no matter the outcome of this battle.”

“Thank you, my Jarl. It has been an honor to serve your household,” Moth said.

“And now it is my turn to face my fate with honor,” Igmund responded. “I trust your personal ties with Thongvor will keep you and Ghorza safe, but as my last command to you: look after the other servants, if that becomes necessary. Galmar and Thongvor are honorable, but soldiers in the heat of battle…”

“Of course, my Jarl.”

[henryandgordon]

I'm beginning to draw again after many years of struggling with depression and anxiety. I read Awdry's books when I was little but wasn't a part of the Thomas fandom at its height. Then one day I saw a picture of Henry and his smile drew me in like a magnet. Henry has given me reason to smile. His backstory, his Flying Kipper theme, and his resilience in the face of despair. I love you Henry. I would literally lie down on the rails for you, Big Green 💚💚💚💚💚

[mollyollypuddingpolly]

I was overwhelmed with the need to draw this, so here you go.

[aarons-ramblings]

I just watched Wicked. The main message of the film is simple.

[chronicallychthonic]

Listen up Chucklefucks, It isn't complicated!! The Muppet Joker kins Kermit the Frog and is also dating Kermit the Frog. I am the untethered soul of a Kermit the Frog plushie brought to life by attention, affection, projection and semen, forged in the fire that also killed me! Keep the fuck up!

[thegoodplacey]

Redid my Elphaba costume for a Halloween party last night. I am so excited to see Wicked!! Tempted to wear for the premiere 💚🩷

Also included a side by side of my 2017 attempt. Got much better at the makeup 💅🤭

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Muppet Show (1976-1981)

[xocdddd]

i need reddit users and muppet joker fans ASAP. has the muppets uncle posted anything??? I NEED to know the lore PLEASE REDDIT USERS ILL DO ANYTHING FOR MUPPET LORE

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294/365 days of regina mills

[raphaerolo]

"It's not easy being green, but it's easier being green... together."

This piece is very old and based off a touching and beautiful frantic fanfic i wrote with my friends over a year ago which is below. Happy st pattys day, have some gay muppets 💚💚💚

"It's not easy being green"

(co-written with @chickengodnoodle and another who isn't on tumblr, and we could only see the last most previous section when we were writing)

Rated all ages

"Understand you wouldn't," Yoda growled

"Talk to meeeeee!!!" Kermit pleaded, on his knees.

"Mmm hmm heh!" Yoda retorted. He scrambled off the bed and scoombled out of the bedroom.

Kermit sat dejectedly on the floor and gazed towards the ceiling. It wasn't always like this between him and Yoda. They used to be happy.

Not anymore.

After Miss Piggy died in a karate tournament, Kermit didn't know where else to go but the stars. He paid the fee to go exploring the galaxy, and he met Yoda there. Kermit was still so in grief over Miss Piggy he didn't expect to fall so fast and so hard for Yoda. They had travelled back to Earth, as Yoda had nowhere else to go, he was only 500 at the time. Still a young Yoda.

He and Kermit settled down in a small house near where Kermit performed. Yoda joined the show for a little. They were happ

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y. but over the years something happened. they fell apart, it sure wasn't easy being green. a sad, depressed Kermit got up from the bed to go for a walk and clear his flat froggy head. he needed something, some idea at all that would bring him and his beloved Yoda back together again. He still loved his fellow green one dearly and couldn't stand it when they fought. He knew deep down that Yoda couldn't stand it either. Kermit walked past busy cars and people alike as he made his way to the local walmart. maybe he would pick out some nice green flowers and some snacks for his beloved. They could have a date night like old times.

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Old times.

Kermit almost laughed.

The good times were all he had left, these days, anyway.

Inside, he grabbed a cart and hunted down an assortment of dehydrated frogs, and the lady at the checkout gave him a wild, unbelieving look at she wrung it up with the flowers and chocolate. The ride to the jedi temple was short, and uneventful. The guards recognized him instantly as the grandmaster's old time lover, and admitted him, if not reluctantly; everyone knew of their fall out.

He kept to himself as he picked his way through the maze of corridors, allowing himself a small pause to smile at the gaggle of junior padawans giggling amongst themselves.

Finally, he reached the corridor where the council members resided.

Yoda's door came too quickly, and Kermit had to force himself to knock before he lost his nerve and ran away like the coward he was. Miss Piggy was right. He was a fraud. A failure. A muppet, if being a man were the other option.

The door opened, and Yoda stood in the door, clad in his bathrobe and holding a tall glass of wine.

"Meditating, I am," he said a little lazily. "What is it, hmm?":

Kermit gulped, and shoved his peace offerings forward.

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"It's not easy being green," Kermit said softly. "But it's easier being green... together."

Yoda looked at him with his wide, dark eyes. He looked at him the same way he'd looked at him when they first met.

Yoda's grip faltered and his wine glasses shattered on the floor. He scrambled around and jumped onto Kermit's back to give him a hug.

"Missed you, I have."

The end.

Brought to you by me and my chaos friends and frantic fanfic

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday: Silver Lining

Oof it's been awhile since I've had my act together enough to participate on a Wednesday, but I very much appreciate @saltymaplesyrup and @tallmatcha for tagging me even while I am a mess. So this week I am queuing up a post to go out at 0600 Wednesday sharp!

I am tagging @tallmatcha and @saltymaple syrup back for this week, and also @dirty-bosmer, @gilgamish, and @totally-not-deacon

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Genre(s): Romance/Court Intrigue/Monetary Policy and the dangers of an inflation crisis with an inherently deflationary currency

Main pairing: Moth gro-Bagol/Thongvor Silver-Blood

Summary: Moth and Thongvor have shared a bed since their legion days, and Moth has insisted on staying politically neutral despite Thongvor's ambitions. When the Stormcloaks take Markarth and Thongvor ascends to the Mournful Throne, staying out of politics becomes more dangerous than Moth anticipated.

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Understone Keep was in chaos. Moth gro-Bagol’s service in the Legion may have been twenty years behind him, but he knew a rout when he saw one.

“Brace the door!” Panic lurked below the surface of the Legate Admand’s voice. Through the narrow opening to the outside Moth could hear the sounds of battle and see a small slice of sky with the Temple of Dibella silhouetted against a red sunset. Figures lurched and stumbled their way up the steep stairs leading to the open temple door, but Moth could not make out any distinguishing features through the smoke rising from the city.

Did they choose to seek sanctuary with the priestesses?

“Moth!” Faleen’s sharp voice cut through his thoughts. Jarl Igmund’s housecarl, Faleen, grabbed his elbow, pulling him away from the door. Her helmet, a prize from from the Dwemer ruins shining in the light of the torches lining the hall, sneered at him from under her arm. “All servants deeper into the keep! Go to your forge, and barricade door! Don’t come out until someone tells you the fighting is over, be it myself or…”

Or a

Stormcloak. Faleen’s unsaid words hung in the air between them.

“But Ghorza—”

“If she and that boy aren’t inside when we get the doors closed, they’re on their own! Now help me with my helmet and take care of your own skin.”

More guards and Legionnaires were pouring through the gates. The Legate was barking orders at the soldiers placing the heavy timbers that would wedge the doors shut. Moth placed Faleen’s helmet on her head and with a speed borne of repetition secured the mail aventail to the front, giving all billets and straps a final tug and check.

“Housecarl!” A tall, black-robed figure weaved his way through the surging throng. Understone Keep’s Thalmor attaché was flanked by his usual guards, but their swords were drawn and their faces grim. “Where would you have myself and my guards make a stand? We can send spells down on—”

“You will be sending no spells down on anyone, Ondolemar!” Faleen yelled, whirling to stand square with him. “You are a diplomat, you and your soldiers will go to your quarters and barricade the door!”

Ondolemar drew himself up to his full, impressive height. Though he looked down his nose at Faleen, his face did not bear his usual haughty expression. Instead his mouth was set in a grim line, and his eyes were hard. “You insult your own intelligence by pretending the Stormcloak heretics will not immediately put my guards and I to the sword when they find us. I am rather attached to my own head, and I have a better chance of keeping it if we coordinate our defense.”

Moth finished securing Faleen’s aventail, and gave her a clap on the shoulder to signal he was done. She gave him a curt nod before turning back to Ondolemar.

“Jarl Igmund and I can only advocate for your safety as non-combatants if you refrain from combat. But I cannot stop you. Choose your ground wisely. And if you put any of the servants in danger I will kill you myself.”

“Understood, housecarl. May Auri-El protect us both.” To his guards, Ondolemar said, “We make our stand at the Mournful Throne.”
With a whirl of black and gold fabric he was gone, retreating back into the citadel.

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PETITION TO MAKE IT EASIER TO BE GREEN

[agiroflee98]

Raindro Day 8 - Green 💚

Here's Pedro in his cute & cozy green sweater that he wore during a fan encounter back in February. I was kinda stumped trying to come up with something for today, so I'm SUPER happy with the results!!! <3 <3 <3