#nothing else makes sense

[fiddleabout]

@ emma hayes do u think people will be happy enough to see dunn on the front line that they won't notice the glaring absence of lynn williams or the fucked up inclusion of Out And Proud Homophobe And Transphobe korbin albert

[beardedmrbean]

Two billboards with the face of Alexei Navalny were placed in front of the Russian Embassy in Sofia, Bulgaria. The action was conducted by DBS (Democrats for Strong Bulgaria) in memory of the Russian oppositionist, it became clear from their message to the media.

"There are personalities who rise above everyday life, above the grayness of pettiness, above time...

They have causes, they are a cause.

We don't always understand them, we don't always appreciate them when they are among us.

Their messages are here, their causes are here.

Their principles, their power, are here.

Their flight to freedom is here.

We have to show that.

Navalny!

A small gesture of adoration and respect, from Democrats for Strong Bulgaria, on the way to his immortality.

We will not be silent!", the message states.

We remind you that on February 16, 2024, Russian authorities announced the death of Alexei Navalny, aged 47, according to the Russian prison service. His passing led to demonstrations in Russia and several other nations. Western governments and international organizations have leveled accusations against Russian authorities regarding his demise.

[ramblingaboutglee]

Rachel and Quinn are one another’s barometer of heterosexual behaviour. 

“Okay, if she’s straight, I definitely am.” 

[ithopoiia]

that checks

[kyluxtrashpit]

that person was hux, negging kylo to get him to post tits

This is the only plausible explanation anon skskdks you’ve solved a great mystery here for us today

[quicksilverblue]

Student: Do we need to use MLA or APA for reflection paper?

Me: Reflection papers are informal, I don't care.

Me: Also no, always and only and forever Chicago!

[myhotmessandsoccer]

Donnie is definitely the Antichrist!

[fuckyeahsnackables]

I'll waste my breath one more time saying it: between the interesting and subtle acting choices made by Nathaniel Parker and the TOTAL lack of logic in him betraying Igraine's child right when Uther is finally gone, in favor of supporting Morgana whom he might never have even met before, there only one theory I find remotely convincing:

Agravaine got fomorrah'd. Yup. Morgana snaked him.

Think about it. Having lost a brother and a sister to Uther, he'd stayed away throughout Arthur's life. Why show up when Arthur is newly crowned king? Well, if he sought personal advancement or to take the crown himself, that would make sense, right?

Except he doesn't.

Instead, Agravaine risks everything, time and time again, to win power for Morgana. But when would he even have met her?? Did they just bump into each other when she was hanging out in her hovel? Meet at a gathering of Priestesses of the Old Religion? He never even suggests familiarity with the old religion, let alone enthusiasm for its return.

But for the sake of argument, let's say they actually met at some point and Agravaine fell madly in love with her. That's a theory too, right? But why not a word of canon confirmation? Why is Agravaine almost paternal--or rather, avuncular--in his protection of Morgana? He doesn't scheme to share her power, future, or bed. Instead he serves her with slavish obedience, never advancing a personal motive. I don't buy the bad romance theory. There's just no evidence, and a lot of acting choices that point away from it too. It would have been easy to show amorous intentions, but instead all we get is total loyalty, unwavering devotion.

Okay, so what's left? Maybe Agravaine secretly blames Arthur for the death of Igraine, like Uther not-so-secretly does? I don't buy it. First of all, Uther blames Arthur because he knows himself to be responsible for his wife's death. But also, would Tristan duBois have fought Uther to the death if he didn't suspect Uther of personal responsibility for Igraine's death? Uther, not Arthur. And if Tristan was willing to challenge Uther and ultimately die to avenge his sister, doesn't it seem likely he would have shared his motivation and suspicions (or knowledge) with baby brother? There's every reason for Agravaine to hate Uther and stay away from Camelot until he kicks it, and every reason for him to want to support Igraine's child. Only irrational blame for an infant remains as a remotely plausible excuse for engaging in whole-ass treason from right in the heart of Camelot, where it would be most easily traced back to Agravaine himself. Not very logical, and certainly not very self-protective. And it still doesn't explain Morgana. Did he take out a "want ad" looking for co-conspirators with a legitimate claim to the throne? Makes no sense.

Now forget all that mess and consider this version of the story:

Agravaine couldn't save his sister or his brother from Uther's ruthless self-interest. That's all the family he had--except for the child Igraine gave her life to bring into the world. While Uther lived, Agravaine couldn't do anything for the boy. But with the news of Uther's death? Loyal, loving, bereaved Agravaine duBois rides straight for Camelot to support his nephew, the young King Arthur.

Doubtless Agravaine would have reached out to Arthur and announced his intentions, and we know Morgana's intel and espionage game is solid. She's obsessed with Arthur. She would know he was about to receive support from a powerful ally, precisly when she'd hoped to find him at his weakest.

So she ambushes Agravaine and gives him the snake treatment. It's even possible that, because she had him under the fomorrah's control for weeks or months compared to Merlin's mere days, that even the eventual destruction of the mother beast would have come too late to save Agravaine from her control. (I mean, Agravaine wasn't the greatest warlock to ever live/the embodiment of Magic itself. He was just some guy who had lost a lot of family and had no idea that Morgana would turn him into a weapon to ruin the very last person he'd ever want to harm. He had no warning and no defense against Morgana’s power.)

In many ways, Agravaine never met his nephew, and Arthur never knew that he so had a living family member who truly cared for and was loyal to him.

And I think Agravaine would have been loyal. I think the devotion we see him show Morgana was stolen from Arthur. She would have taken cruel pleasure in robbing Arthur of that, and we see how deeply it wounded Arthur to discover that he'd been betrayed again, by his mother's kin, no less.

So that's my theory. If I could blaze a post to Merlin blogs only, I would blaze this one because it drives me crazy. Watch season 4 again and notice all the tiny acting choices that Nathaniel Parker makes. He feels creepy because he doesn't make sense. There are moments when I swear you can see something lost and confused behind his eyes. He bestows on Morgana the loyalty he intended for Arthur, but on some level, he knows something is wrong.

But this is why I believe Agravaine to be such a tragic character: he *doesn't* make sense, and deep down, some part of him feels it. Only Agravaine doesn't have anyone in Camelot who knows him, as Gwen and Gaius know Merlin. There is no one to save Agravaine. And so he will always be remembered as the worst kind of traitor, both to his nephew and to his beloved sister's memory.

Ultimately, Agravaine is just another casualty in a war that isn't even of Morgana’s making. It is Uther Pendragon-- with his guilt, his fear, and his selfishness--who poisons his children's lives and brings Camelot to the brink of destruction.

Tl;dr - Agravaine is not the villain. He is the victim.

I love how the Merlin fandom doesn’t agree on everything, but we all can agree that Agravaine is a slimy bastard

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Me when I really want to draw fanart for a fandom because it looks so cool, but I haven't the slightest idea about any deeper lore than surface level plot and symbolism

[trashyshrew]

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

Theory one: min yoongi has read three tangerines and has actively decided to be an absolute menace about it

Theory two: you, ryen, are actually min yoongi and have actively decided to be an absolute menace to us

Theory three: you, ryen, are actually dating min yoongi and you have both actively decided to be absolute menaces together

[ 3tan6 ] listen

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a/n: as much as i squeal whenever y’all send me screenshots of passages, i don’t screenshot my own words often.

but. i🧍‍♀️

JUSTICE FOR FCKING FRIENDS I GUESS AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH‼️

[kittehscribbles34]

runes and tales

[girlevanbuckley]

still can’t believe that the will scene is a real thing that 911 did. like eddie diaz, known man who’s scared of relationships and letting people into his life actually did in fact tell evan buckley, known man who’s only wish ever was to be wanted and to belong and to find a place to call home, that he’s had a home and a role in eddie’s family since the second year they met. EDDIE DIAZ tells EVAN BUCKLEY that he’s not expendable. tells him exactly what he needs to hear. that his life IS worth it. that he DOES matter. looks into his eyes and tells him he wants him to stay in this world to take care of their son. and from that moment on, as an audience we see buck stop being so careless with his life. because hey, he has a family to go to home to. people who need him around. and you expect me to move on.

[lost-in-fandoms]

"Tell me again."

Max hums, moving his hand in slow circles along Daniel's back, feeling his chest move against his side, his face hidden in the folds of Max's t-shirt.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss against Daniel's hair, shifting against the hotel's pillows until he's comfortable again.

"It's going to be sunny," he says, voice low, letting Daniel's curls tickle his lips and nose. "It's going to be sunset, orange, the trees all golden in the way you like."

Daniel's back shifts under his hand, his fingers twisting in Max's shirt.

"We'll be sitting in chairs, because you have old man knees, and would complain about sitting on the floor."

He twists away from the halfhearted poke in his side, then settles back.

"They will be those garden ones, the ones with the straw?"

"Wicker," Daniel corrects him softly, voice scratchy.

"Yes, wicker." He tugs Daniel even closer, not knowing how it is even possible. "With pillows, so you can curl in them like a little cat."

He smooths his hand down Daniel's back, like he does with Sassy, when she stretches out beside him on the bed, similar to how Daniel is now. Does it again when he feels Daniel's shoulders uncurl slightly.

"We will be drinking your weird beers, the expensive ones that taste worse than all the others."

"Craft beer isn't weird," Daniel argues, just like Max was expecting him to. He sounds like there's something stuck in the back of his throat, and Max kisses his hair again.

"It is weird, Daniel. Beer does not need to be that expensive."

He gives him space to reply once more, but Daniel doesn't.

"We will drink your weird beer, and we will talk about that time we ate pasta in your hotel room."

It wasn't just one time, but Max knows he doesn't need to specify. They're both thinking about the same one, illegal spaghetti ordered from room service, hidden from their trainers, sauce on the corner of Max's mouth, cleaned by Daniel's thumb first, Daniel's mouth later. And even if they aren't thinking about the same, it doesn't matter. Every plate of pasta shared, in every hotel room, would matter just as much, stepping stones in their story, just as important as that first kiss.

"And it will be rainy," Max continues, voice even lower. His t-shirt is damp, stretched by Daniel's tense fingers. Daniel's back is shuddering, even when he holds him closer and closer and closer.

"It will rain, and you will have a blanket, because you always get cold, even more when it is humid."

The thing that was in Daniel's throat is in his too now.

"We will talk about how stupid everyone was. We will say it was all unfair. But we will not be angry anymore, because it will not matter anymore."

Daniel's hair smell like Max's shampoo, even if he usually doesn't use it, because he hates how dry it makes it feel. Max can taste salt on the back of his throat as he shifts his head slightly, trying to at least keep his ears dry, now that his cheeks are a lost cause.

Daniel's breathing is a stuttered rhythm against his ribs.

"We will cook eggs," Max pushes on, pressing every word against Daniel's skin, hoping every one feels like the i love you that it is. "Because we will have chickens on your farm, like a real farm, so we will be good at cooking eggs. And you will drink your wine, and sing your songs."

His voice breaks, sudden betrayal, just as Daniel trembles in a sob, but Max pushes through. They've both always known how to push through.

"And I will ask are you happy and you will say yes," he says, making it sound like a promise, because it is a promise. "And we will not regret any of it."

He knows they won't. Not the angry moments, not the painful moments, not the annoying little moments they will never even remember. They will take all of them and throw them into the jar of their lives, little pebbles, and colorful marbles, and shards of glass smoothed out with time and love and distance, all mixed together.

"We will sit on your chairs, and they will have nothing, and we will have us."

He holds Daniel closecloseclose, because he's never learned how to let go of the things he cares about, has always clung to things with his teeth and desire bared, and he has no intention of starting now. He has no intention of starting ever.

Even if this is not the way he wanted things to happen, he doesn't believe in letting go, especially when it comes to Daniel.

He swallows, clears his throat to try and dislodge the tight knot of feelings there, raises a hand to swipe his thumb along Daniel's wet jaw.

"We will have chickens, and a garage full of dirt bikes, and I will ask Grace to teach me how to make the pasta sauce you spilled all over the carpet when you were five."

Daniel nods against his chest, fingers relaxing. His breathing is still uneven, Max's t-shirt is still damp, but he can feel him going lax against him, relaxing bit by bit.

"We will," Daniel murmurs, voice shaky enough it sounds closer to a question.

"We will," Max tells him, firm. Would be happy to tell him again and again, until Daniel's voice doesn't shake on it anymore. "We will eat so much food, and we will become fat, and we will be happy. We will."

Daniel nods again, then shifts, wiggling in Max's hold until he can properly climb on top of him, pointy elbows planted on the bed, above Max's shoulders, trembling fingers tracing the wet lines on his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes soft.

When Daniel kisses him, they both taste like salt, exhaustion and the future.

[ohitslen]

Intrusive thoughts