#rousing speech

[drifting-dragon-incorrect-quotes]

Mika, to a group of greenhorn drakers, excitedly: Hunt them down! Do not stop until they are found! You don't know pain or fear! You will taste DRAKE-FLESH!!!

Greenhorns: YEEEEEAAAAH!!!!

Takita: Should we...do something?

Vannie: Leave it. He always like this when he's hungry. If it actually gets them motivated—even better!

[runedscope]

Bodies are problematic. Think of something someone had done that's bad. Bet that person probably had a body.

Think of all the evil people like hitler stalin kissinger both bushes ayn rand phyllis schlaffely reagan barry goldwater paul ryan. They had a body huh. One of them even claimed to rage against some body but it was a tainted one without the real fire of the original. It was the fear of the body against the immaterial manifested. The bodies have been called to prepare for the old ones return their grasp is ever tightening.

Act today ban the physical form

[qqueenofhades]

Oh the DNC roll call got me CRYING crying huh.

[pileofsith]

Nameless Part Twelve - Apostate Page 1/10 Flashback time! Barriss Offee complains about the Jedi Order and gains a secret admirer. Text is taken from the TCW episode, 'The Wrong Jedi'. The comic is also available here on AO3.

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[parvuls]

I saw several people wondering how to participate in this bingo event. so this is how it goes: you look through your recs, you fill out the card, and... you post it 😉

to make this even more interesting, every author that gets tagged in a bingo card is now challenged to fill their own. I said what I said.

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main character is a side character to fail better by orphan this is an unusual rec for me since the main character is camilla collins, and the main relationship explored here is jack/camilla. but really, I adore it because it's a rare example of an outsider pov on jack through the eyes of someone who likes him, and maybe sees more of him than he know. there's something very sad about jack at this point of his story, but his and canilla's awkward attempts to make something real of what they almost have are really endearing. plus: even if jack didn't fall in love with camilla, I definitely did.

still a WIP Increasing Engagement by always1895 I have a problem of hoarding WIPs and occasionally checking on them like I'm waiting for them to return from the war. this is one of those WIPs. there are two things I can never turn down, and those are social media fics and an enemies to lovers arc. just know my ass is sat down for whenever this fic is finished, and yours should be too. (*) if anyone knows the author's tumblr handle, please tag them!

short fic Patient as Pie by @edgarallanrose no fluff hits quite as hard as zimbits fluff. this short fic has jack being needy and affectionate and domestic, and it just makes me warm and gooey inside whenever I read it. which, you know, is often.

inspired you to write Two Things Only by @thewesternredcedar I'm going old school with this one, because whenever I think of a fic that inspires me I think of the summer I read this fic six times to get through my own fic. this may be in my top ten favorite fics of all time. it has endless amounts of pining, hilarity, silliness, and to top it all off, it's set during my favorite time to read about: right after graduation and before Y3. it does such a good job of nailing that jack and bitty essence that I just can't help coming back to it for inspiration.

bookmarked recently (...ish) say my name (and call me a liar) by @weneedtotalkaboutfic it may be cheating to rec a fic that was written for you, but uh, I don't care. this fic just hits all the right spots. it's smart, it's funny, it's mysterious, it's sexy, it's emotional. it has both super slow-burn and whatever the opposite of that is, thanks to a wonderful two-person-love-triangle. and if that's not enough, the real star of this fic is jack zimmermann and the journey of his sexuality and his happiness, which just blew me away.

BONUS: canon divergence But this place still stands, this place remains unchanged by @doggernaut I already have my bingo but I have more to rec, so. this fic is a really fun glimpse into a future that could've been, and it's supported by a wonderful ensemble cast (of both canon characters and realistic-feeling OCs). this fic made me laugh out loud and clutch my chest, and even though I knew where the story is headed, I couldn't wait to arrive there with it.

BONUS: isn't on AO3 lighthouse au by @appalamutte this is one of those tumblr snippets I wish I could will into becoming a full fic. just that one scene, along with the bonus background, made me fall instantly in love. historical au's can be hit or miss for me, but this was so unique and so intriguing, and (as already established) I can't resist a good enemies to lovers action.

BONUS: FREE here you come again by @ivecarvedawoodenheart honestly, no one rips my heart out of my chest quite like syd does. the first time I read this I was too emotional to think thoughts, but the second (and third, and fourth) I was just like: tell me everything about this. immediately. the phrasing lives in my head rent free? this short fic literally does.

[flugelmann]

I don't have many bonds just yet soooo plot some bonds with Levi? He will bully your muse relentlessly

[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Propaganda for George IV: Prinny hated Napoleon too! Prinny hated Napoleon so much he kept his father's Tory government instead of bringing in the Whigs who would have ended the war in 1812. Prinny made his maiden speech in the House of Lords wearing pink high heels and spangles. Did Madame de Staël throw a banquet with a stream full of live fish running down the table? Did she design her own clothes? Did she remodel London and turn Buck House into Buckingham Palace? How many beautiful public parks did she create? Prinny cared so much about fashion he once bought thirty-two walking sticks in one day! He made kilts cool again. He once wore so many rings he couldn’t sign papers. He played the cello. Madame de Staël? Boring. You like the Lawrence portraits of the heads of the coalition forces? You like the fact that Wellington had a giant statue of Napoleon in his hall? You like high cravats? Lover's eye miniatures? You like parties and bling? You like fun? Vote for George IV!

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[why-yes-i-am-an-adult]

Nandor's motivational speech to rally the housemates to work together was actually really fucking sweet. They were all ready to bail and leave each other behind, but Nandor finally stepped up as leader of the household and convinced them they to stick together. and it worked, their plan actually worked because they're all better together ToT

[partywithponies]

IF THIS BITCH HURTS MY BOY I AM THROWING HANDS

[true-blue-sonic]

I think it's been talked about here before what would happen if one day Silver were to just inexplicably become hollow and emotionless, but what if Espio were the one that it happened to instead? He's already not as loud with his emotions as Silver is, so it'd be an a lot more subtle change to notice, but if anyone were to pick up on it then it definitely would be Silver.

I'm curious what would be the cause of it, but I do think Espio is a bit more... pessimistic, perhaps is the best term, compared to Silver. Definitely more grounded in realism! At least, I don't recall him having a very optimistic, hopeful attitude to his person: he's more focused around ruthlessness and his 'militaristic discipline', as one bio apparently described him as having. But he is indeed not as explicit about what he is feeling, at least not when it isn't related to ninja stuff or his training and such things. Thus, it might be hard for others to really notice any shifts in his personality at first, other than the fact he's even more reclusive than usual. I think Vector and Charmy would also come in and notice something is amiss, though! They're his closest friends by far, they definitely know him best. But I'm thinking of ShTH and Vector's all-but-atrocious attempts at trying to cheer up a distraught Shadow, so... And Charmy's more fun-loving and a bit ditzy, so actually tackling whatever is plaguing Espio might not be their strongest suit. I think Silver could actually be a good help here, because he does have that optimistic and hopeful attitude on his person. Combined with the burning fire inside him and his extremely strong desires to help others, I think he'll be able to get Espio out of his funk again.

[chocolatespyro]

sorry our drawings princess movie posting right now this movie is so bad and wonderful at the same time and i love it for that

[fstbmp-a]

Sol.

[anthrofreshtodeath]

WHEW the racial politics of Barbie were terribad. Fun movie tho!

[soviet-space-ace]

Paul Robeson needs to win.

@vintagetvstars jeremy brett is currently in the quarterfinals of the hot tv men tournament! if y'all need a break, 1) get off this app but 2) if that's impossible go look at some hot men.

[oceantornadoo]

you’ve got a certain captain wrapped around your finger and he’s more than glad to be there.

it’s a celebration of your one year on the team, drinks galore at your favorite local dive in london. johnny insisted on a half-circle booth and as the person of honor, you’re smack dab between him and your captain. your captain who’s been paying your tab all night long, waving off your hands as you try to reach for your wallet.

“lieutenant, give us a dance.” gaz says with a smirk on his face. ghost, on the other side of johnny, is one too many drinks in to move, which means it’s john’s turn to scooch. except he’s leaning his head on the worn wooden backing of the booth, lost in thought. he’s seen you naked in safe houses and shared showers, so why does it feel so obscene to lift yourself over his lap? there’s barely space between his massive thighs and the table, necessitating callused paws to guide your hips over his own. it’s the scrape of denim on denim, your ass firmly over his crotch for a whole second, before he pats your hip to push you all the way. “thanks, cap.” you turn with a glimmer in your eye and he dips his hat like a gentleman of old, making you giggle in your drunken stupor.

you used to hide reactions like these, suffocated by the rigid emotional walls of the military. but now, the team’s given you a safe space to be yourself: a titan on the field and a human with emotions off it.

gaz bows to ask for your hand and you accept with a curtsy. the two of you are the best dancers on the team (not a hard competition to win) and entertain johnny with twists and turns on a dance floor of your own making. he calls out instructions in that grumbly accent of his, causing you to cry with laughter in gaz’s arms. two things happen at once: you go down on the dance floor and simon lurches off the booth. johnny catches him with quick reflexes but you’re not as lucky, landing in a pile of gaz’s limbs and your own.

someone strong lifts you up with hands tucked under your armpits, inducing a ticklish squirm you subdue with years of experience. gaz is up without help, pushing simon back from the other side so he’s straight up again. “righ’ l.t., time to get ye home.” johnny’s strong but the weight and uncoordination of a drunk simon requires gaz’s help as well. “happy anniversary, angel!” he yells out as the three stumble out of the bar and (hopefully) back towards base.

“think he’ll be ok?” despite your alcohol levels, you whip around back towards john, throwing him off guard with raised eyebrows and hands out to steady your shoulders. “man’s a human tank. i’m more worried f’r gaz an’ soap. you ok?” you nod convincingly.

sure, in your year on the team, it’s been necessary to touch your captain. hands brushing over your shoulders as he reaches for his favorite coffee cup in the highest cupboard. fingers crossing as you pour over reports into the wee hours of morning. a fist bump here and there. he slaps his men in the chest but with you he squeezes your shoulder, a movement with longer contact and more thought required. tendons and sinew coming together to acknowledge your own with practiced hand eye coordination. you don’t read into it - he’s just avoiding touching you in an uncomfortable area. you’re familiar enough to initiate it first, a friendly squeeze to his bicep after a rousing pre-battle speech. but touching him has never been like this.

you ask him to become your new dance partner and he does, hands cradling your waist with splayed fingers. your own on the breadth of his shoulders, hard and never ending. instead of the joyful twists you did with gaz, john rocks you slow and steady to the crooning beat of an 80s love song.

“didn’t know you could dance, cap.” he shrugs and it echoes through your grip on him, magnified by a hundred. “every man should be able to waltz.” there was a word he wanted to say after his last and you can’t figure it out, the staccato ending bitter in your ears. instead of pressing, you’re content to sway back and forth. it calms your spinning brain. “got any loved ones yer celebratin’ yer anniversary with?” it’s an oddly personal question, but you doesn’t acknowledge its strangeness. you sway a bit with him before answering, stepping a half foot closer.

��my family and i are celebrating on my next leave. i would celebrate with my close friends, but it’s hard to explain my position without telling them classified information.” he nodded knowingly. the music changes to a faster song but he keeps your peaceful tempo, his chest brushing your own through your well worn civvies. “no’one else?” you shake your head before realizing the implications of what he’s asking. there hasn’t been anyone else for a long time, even before you joined the team. work was busy. once you joined, it felt somehow wrong to seek companionship outside of the four men who’d been gifted to you. one more than others.

“no one else, cap.” his fingers are tracing the small of your back. you can’t tell if he knows or not. before he can say anything, you turn the questions on him. “you got someone you’re going home to?” his eyes meet yours, dark blue and smoldering. “got everythin’ i need righ’ here.” you jump a little at his words. they sober you up instantly as you realize you’re slow dancing with your superior, prolonged eye contact past what’s socially acceptable. he doesn’t let you go too far, tightening his grip on your waist. “had ‘nough?” you nod and clutch your stomach for the full effect. “take me home?” he grabs his coat and dumps it on your shoulders, the intoxicating mix of pine, soap and musk seeping into your pores. john leads you back to base with a hand on your back the whole time.

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“c’mon, got t’ make sure you’re tucked in alrigh’.” he’s in your barracks room, private thanks to the privilege of your position. you don’t sit down on the bed but he does, seemingly exhausted by the night’s activities. “i knew you were old, but wow.” you nudge his foot to make him look up. when he does its like he’s aged five years, with a scruffier beard and deep wrinkles. “john?” you’re drunk. that’s why you say his name, why you reach out to smooth a crease on his forehead. all the while he’s quiet, content to let you play with his face.

“i’m sorry about last month.” it rolls off your tongue unbidden.

(last month. half a bottle of whiskey in his office. your ass on his desk, his hands on your waist. his beard meets your chin but before he can kiss you, you turn, letting his lips meet your cheek. “i’m sorry.” it comes out as a gasp. he doesn’t say anything, scraping his beard against your cheek. “don’t worry about it.”)

“why’d ya say that?” he murmurs. you shrug. “you seem agitated in my presence. thought it might help.” he gives you an old man groan, peeking an eye out from his hat as you giggle. “y’r killin’ me sweetheart, so i’m askin’ this once. you into this or not? i’ll go home right now.” he’s closer than you thought, almost face-to-stomach.

you pull him closer by his beard until he’s resting against your torso. the angle has to be unflattering with how you’re looking down at him, but he’s not running away screaming. “are you into me even though i turned away?” he bites out a ‘yes’ automatically. you owe him an explanation.

“i got scared. i don’t want to jeopardize my place on this team.” in a move credited to a boot camp instructor somewhere, he flips you so you’re under him on top of the covers, arms pinned by his own. “y’r permanent on this team. no matter what.” you blink at him unbelieving. “laswell picks who comes and leaves. my words are jus’ a suggestion. i’ve barely any influence.” you hardly believe that but when he’s on top of you with these sapphire eyes, it’s hard to deny him.

you kiss your captain slowly like you’ve been wanting to do for months. he captures your bottom lip with his teeth, sucking like he owns your mouth. the pace ebbs and flows, from sweet to possessive in a matter of seconds. “john, oh fuck, john.” you pant out in between kisses. he moves to your neck, sucking the soft skin there. “you gotta promise me.” you nudge him until he gives you his hand. you twist him into a pinky promise, something he didn’t know existed. “i promise, baby. now let me give you your anniversary present.”

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idk what this is. i’m tired and hungover. pls enjoy.

[cowboygirlfriends]

If you don’t do something that makes your fellow players need to talk about it in therapy are you even playing D&D right? Or am I playing it wrong