#ready to deal with this shit

[therealraewest]

I can't believe Khonshu took Steven and Jake in the divorce

[swampythesweetsketch]

i drew him too small on the canvas and i didn't fix proportions a lot and i gave him a weapon

[illegiblehandwriting1]

i've been challenged. thus, you guys get not one but two bits

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He pulled his scarf further up against his face as a barrier against the blistering cold and refocused on the laundry. The rushing water of the creek was nearly ice, threatening to burn his fingers off, but he continued scrubbing. His muscles burned from the repetitive motions, lighting up with burning–cold–freezing–hot that had him drifting back to days of marching through snow in full plate armour. The rhythm of footfalls in unison seemed to buzz through his skull as he recalled the hours of straight–backed marching through the snow drifts, staring at the back of his best friend. He’d never struggled with the hikes. No one did, or that’s what they all told each other. Winter nights were always better than days: sure, it was colder, but they had always warmed each other with stories and jokes around the small fires made to thaw their frozen toes. 

The laughter of his old friends enveloped him, drawing him closer to shield him from the chill of the evening, and he leaned towards them with a smile on his lips — 

“You look like shit.” 

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He let her tug his hand towards the gull. It hopped back, its sharp eyes scared and unsure (how could it all be a dream, when it looked at him like that?), but she still pushed his hand forward softly. 

I’m sorry I scared you off, he told it. It's okay. 

His scarred, calloused fingertips found silky feathers, and he locked eyes with the gull. Its gaze bored into him, but with her gentle hand on his, he did not look away. Slowly, ever so slowly, it nuzzled into his fingertips. He blinked in surprise, and—

His hand lay against the softness of a blanket. The feverish warmth of sunlight sublimated into the stuffy dimness. Bird calls turn into quiet chatter. The body in his arms was nothing but his pillow. 

And there lay Legend, entirely alone save for a splitting headache and the knowledge that he was firmly and irreparably awake. 

Ugh.

[ktyekmrf30]

I'd bet my entire month salary that Thame popped all of that from his head the second Jun asked him to brief because those were definitely not the things he was going to tell Po. Jun, you literally ruined his chance to flirt with his P'Po.

[phantomsies]

getting all the education/degrees I can and planning so I can get the fuck out of this country >>>>

[good-beanswrites]

Haruka clenched his fists. “Y-you would be surprised if you woke up and -- and -- and your cell was full of ice cream!

I was just thinking of this line from your last Mikoto drabble and wondered… Can you make this happen?

I certainly can >:3 I tried for a while to frame this as straight-up comedy, but it actually worked so much better as something sweet, with silly lines here and there :) Thank you so much for the request, it was so fun!! (Also, I wrote John using Mikoto's name for ease, but in my mind he's switching between first person pronouns.)

There was someone unexpected in cell 009. 

No, no, it’s not like that. Everyone was very aware that there were two distinct residents of that cell. John himself was very aware of his position in that cell. 

The thing was, someone else ended up in there, too. 

John kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep. The other person was here on a mission. They’d slipped in without creaking the metal door. Their footsteps were nearly inaudible against the floor. He would have thought it was Kotoko, with skills like that, but she would have leapt to an attack. This person was busy doing… something. 

He strained his ears. It was impossible to tell their goal. They were going in and out, moving things around. Was it a trap? There weren’t enough materials in the prison to set a trap. Were they stealing things from around the room? He had nothing of value. Plus, he was sure Mikoto would have given anything to anyone who asked. What, then?

Unable to come to any conclusion, he readied himself. He’d protect himself. He always did.

In one fluid motion, he rolled out of the bed and pinned the other to the ground. The perpetrator let out a high-pitched squeak. Impossibly wide and frightened eyes looked up at him.

“Haruka…?” That was the last person he was expecting. John squinted around the room. “What the --”

Ice cream. He didn’t know what it meant, but that’s what Haruka had been arranging. Dishes and dishes of ice cream. Everywhere. Plates stacked on the desk. Bowls strewn across the floor. All  vanilla. There was a scattering of toppings; some with colorful sprinkles and others dripping with chocolate sauce. When he’d tackled the poor boy, he sent another dish of it clattering across the ground.

“I’m sorry! Ah, I-I, ah, I’m sorry!” Haruka squeezed his eyes shut. “It-it’s a, it was a surprise, for you! For M-m-mikoto…!”

“A surprise?”

“The other d-day he said, we were, we were talking ab-bout --”

“He asked for this?”

“Uh, no, but --”

“He didn’t know about it?” John’s eyes narrowed. “It’s some kinda prank?”

“NO! No, n-no I’m not being m-mean. It was f-fun. A fun surprise.” Haruka held his palms up, unable to make his smile anything but panicked. “...Surprise!”

John stared.

Despite how nonsensical the whole situation was, there didn’t seem to be any danger. He rose. Haruka scrambled to his feet. 

John gestured to the extensive supply of sweets around them. “How did you get all this together, anyway?”

“O-oh!” Haruka wrung his hands. “I was, uh, planning it for a while. I requested ice cream three times in a row. And I n-never ate mine for dessert. I’ve been saving it. Es asked why, b-but they still let me keep it.”

“And why did you? Why do all this for Mikoto?”

“I t-told you, it was sup-supposed to be fun...”

John braced himself against the desk. He was just wondering how long it would take to take care of this mess. He mused, “it’s all going to melt.” 

He might as well have thrown a punch, the way Haruka’s expression shifted. “I’m sorry! I’m -- I… I didn’t think of that…”

“Eh? You don’t need to apologize or anything. It’s fine.” 

They fell into silence. Haruka shifted on his feet. 

“Y-you… can have it, if you want. The ice cream. I didn’t let anyone else have it but-but, you can, I think. ”

“I don’t want the ice cream.” He wanted to be left alone. He wanted the cell clean so Mikoto didn't stress out about cleaning it. He wanted to avoid being bothered by bizarre ‘surprises’ first thing in the morning.

His stomach disagreed, apparently. It let out a loud grumble. Both prisoners looked over. 

He muttered a curse. With a huff, he picked up one of the bowls. 

“Alright. But even if I did eat this, or Mikoto did, there’s no way I could finish it all.” He shoved it into Haruka’s hands. “You made this mess, you’re gonna help me deal with it.”

The boy nodded frantically. 

“Come on, you can sit here. Pass me that one, with the syrup. And hurry it up.”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

kinda obsessed with this whole exchange he really does not gaf

[Uncanny X-Men (1963) #53 "The Rage of Blasaar!" - From the X-Men Family Album: "Welcome to the Club, Beast!"]

[bluemoon1331]

I think Sun is becoming increasingly more dangerous, while Moon is wilting. A strange role reversal for the multiverse, and how it was at the beginning.

If it came down to it, I believe Moon would be more on the defensive, and Sun would literally obliterate any threat to his family. He's been through too much to actually lose any of them now. Watched them all fall apart and get sewn back together, again and again. Fallen apart himself on a multitude of occasions.

And unlike a lot of Suns (in comparison to what Dark Sun did), it naturally strengthened him inside. Sun hates killing. He knows what it's done to him, and other members of his family. But if it came down to it, I don't think he would hesitate anymore, not if there truly wasn't any other way.

The guy is tired. Probably more so than anyone else around him. But he's definitely become quite steadfast, and a rock for his family. He's also got a daughter to take care of now, and he won't ever let anything bad happen to her again, not if he can help it.

[rattusrattus3]

Nothing I hate more than a sad horror movie. Give me gore camp glamour drama thrills suspense . Anything but a Goddamn tragedy this sucks so bad

[gender-euphowrya]

honestly a dystopian thing we barely talk about is how printer companies have that shit now where their ink cartridges have chips in them to force you to buy and use their official ones like

damn i paid for the printer and i'm not even free to choose the ink i put in it

[ethersierra]

I just need to get back into being crazy about TAZ. And then the sadness will dull

[weirfq1]

with all these gaston crackships/rarepairs that are coming out lately it would be so fucking funny if he had a flig with all the main characters (ambar, nina, simon... hell luna too if you want) and they all know it except matteo

[mugiwara-lucy]

Hello my lovely friends~!

I’d just like to remind everyone that for Arizona, Texas, Florida, Georgia, Indiana, Tennessee and Ohio; Voter Registration ends TODAY!!

If you’re not registered, here’s the link TO register!! But like I've been saying for MONTHS, your own vote isn’t enough! Get as many people as you can to vote for Kamala be it your friends, cousins, parents, grandparents, old friends from high school and college, coworkers, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, stepchildren (if they’re 18 and over) and the list goes on and on but every vote counts! Here’s the link and deadlines by state!

And early voting has started! And if you don’t wanna vote on November 5th, that’s another option! Like I said get as many people as you can and try early voting! Here’s the link down below listing the dates by state:

And Mail in Ballots are ANOTHER option I highly recommend!! And like I said get as many people as you can to take advantage of this option! And also, if you choose Mail in Ballots, PLEASE mail in your ballots at the ACTUAL USPS office!! That way MAGAts won't fuck with it.

Here’s the link below:

The momentum and the excitement has NOT waned with Kamala Harris and like I've always said despite what the Media says about Kamala barely being in front of Trump (I'll make a post about this tomorrow.), POLLS DON'T FUCKING VOTE!! WE DO!!!

LET'S MAKE KAMALA WIN EITHER EARLY, MAIL IN OR NOVEMBER 5TH!!

WE CAN DO THIS!!!!!!

[emmavakarian-theirin]

🧂

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[tealfruit]

if I could explode people with my mind we would have a lot of job openings in upper management