#the coolest of all the states

[apilgrimpassingby]

Alaska Native Orthodox Saints

St. Jacob Netsvetov, Enlightener of Alaska (1802-1864)

Feast Day: 26th July

The son of a Russian fur trader and an Aleut mother who was the first Alaska Native to become an Orthodox priest and spent the rest of his life preaching the Orthodox faith in Alaska; by the time he died, he had created an alphabet for the Aleut language, exorcised demons and baptised well over a thousand people. The full story is here.

Troparion: Righteous Father Jacob, adornment of Atka and the Yukon delta, offspring of Russian America, flower of brotherly unity, healer of sickness, and terror of demons, you offered yourself as a living sacrifice to bring light to a searching people. Pray to Christ God that our souls may be saved!

St. Olga of Alaska/Olga Michael/Olga of Kwethluk (1916-1979)

Feast Day: 10th November

A Yupik matushka (priest's wife) known in her village as a midwife, charity distributer and firm yet compassionate presence, canonised for the miracles associated with her post-mortem; in particular, a sexually abused woman who experienced a vision of St. Olga that proved particularly healing. The full story is here.

Troparion: By your righteous deeds, you were revealed to the world as an image of the perfect servant of the Lord in Alaska. By your fasting, vigil and prayers, you were inspired in your evangelical life. You fed the hungry, and you cared for the poor. You served as a midwife, and you brought babies into the world. You nurtured children, and you clothed all those in need. Now, O Holy Olga, you stand at the right-hand of Christ the Master, and you intercede for our souls.

St. Peter the Aleut, Protomartyr of North America (unknown - 1815)

Feast Day: 24th September

A young Suqpiaq ("the Aleut" is a misnomer by a monk who wasn't good at distinguishing Native groups) man who was one of the first converts to Orthodoxy in North America. He was captured by the Spanish in a raid, and tortured in an attempt to make him convert to Roman Catholicism; he refused, and the tortures eventually killed him. When St. Herman of Alaska (the chief evangelist of Alaska) heard the story, he cried out "Holy New Martyr Peter, pray to God for us!" The full story is here.

Troparion: Today Alaska rejoices and America celebrates, for the New World has been sanctified by martyrdom. Kodiak echoes with songs of thanksgiving, Iliamna and Kenai observe the Festival of Faith. The apostle and martyr Juvenaly is glorified and Peter the Aleut is exalted by his voluntary sacrifice. In their devotion and love for the Lord they willingly endured persecution and death for the Truth. Now in the Kingdom of Heaven they intercede for our souls.

Troparion for the Synaxis of All Saints:

Adorned in the blood of Your Martyrs throughout all the world, as if clothed in purple and linen, through them Your Church cries out to You, O Christ God: “Bestow Your bounties upon Your people, grant peace to Your habitation, and great mercy to our souls.”

[missmisnomer]

Orange County SoCal Miku coming in hot!!

🛹🌴🌮🌅

[mammalsofaction]

Love that the dwampyverse has a binary scale of how supportive an older sibling in hiding sibling shenanigans. On one hand you have Kevin Grant Gomez, who goes out of his way to help hide Gretel's superhero adventures. And on the other hand you have Candace Flynn Fletcher, who goes out of HER way to BUST her brothers for their invention adventures.

And then you have Sarah "Eh, whatever shit happens to my little brother is clearly none of my business" Murphy, stuck very firmly in the middle. If they didnt each live on three different points of the Tri-State Area across town, I genuinely believe they would be the best of friends.

[randomtheidiot]

Your worth as a U.S. state can be determined based on whether or not you have a state fossil.

[floorpancakes]

idk how to put this but in a world where anime with characters who are physically time frozen tend to be like visibly child looking or like given a specific 'visual age' when we really don't need one for the understanding of the character I fuck with adult watanuki looking considerably different even if it's partly due to the trauma and career change and emulating his mother figure. like i like that he very clearly has a different design that's visibly adult and it encompasses ways he's shrunk back into himself and ways he's grown up

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

obsessed with these two stupid dating teens that i've come up with recently

[roseyboy]

i have never been this happy and may never be again 🍄

[creaturefeaster]

What’s the farthest you’ve traveled out of your hometown? My sis is currently on her way to Washington D.C for a field trip, we live in Ohio and from here it’s about a 9 hour drive

A few different directions. I live in the very NW parts of Washington State, and I've been down to Arizona a few times in my life-- about 22-24 hours worth of driving. That's probably the furthest distance-wise I've been. (Although I also used to live in Texas, I am taking this question in relation to where I live currently.)

I've been pretty high up into B.C. (Canada) a few times as well, and into the islands too where ferrying can take quite a few hours.

Oh! And in about a month, I will be visiting two states I've never been to before-- Into Montana and Wyoming to visit family. Really excited to go through the Rockies, I've only ever seen them from a distance in Idaho. This will be the second longest distance traveled for me, as it takes about 16-17 hours to get to our Wyoming destination.

I probably elaborated a little more than you asked for, but I really love traveling!

[captainmvf]

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Testing making videos in the shorts/tiktok format.

Anyway, I tweaked Ti Gold and her story a bit. What's happening in the video is purely hallucinatory or noncanon. Ti Gold is hard to explain since she was an animatronic before her exoskeleton was burned away yet her AI at the time was perfect enough for her in gain sentience and emotions so she became something similar to a ghost after her 'death.' She considers herself something both more and unnatural. After all, no one has ever heard of a robot becoming a ghost. Mike and Val are also back.

Wonder how they got like that...

[mozki]

if only i had water and food i couldve stayed at our guy fawkes celebrations all fuckin night what a beauty!!!!<3 im so happy to be meeting my housemates friends theyre all so lovelyyyy and so many randomers and different groups of friends joined our fire and a bunch of ppl brought shitloads of fireworks????and sparklers and marshmallows??? very beautiful evening damn i needed that !!!! gorgeous peeps gorgeous sparkles in the sky lots of smoke inhaled and giggles had. yippeee <3

[halluciniwaynia]

listening to wtnv in 2024 makes me understand immediately why tumblr over a decade ago thought this shit was the coolest thing ever. it casually but flawlessly parodies the us surveillance state, ultra-militarized police forces, inane human resource bureaucracies and the blasé of the suburban middle class all within the span of three episodes with a very tongue in cheek slice of life format that doesn’t sound possible on paper but is executed absolutely absurdly well

[mothric]

with everything being what it's been this week i think it's important to state emphatically that my life is genuinely so much better for having trans people in it. my trans friends are some of the coolest kindest people around and I dread to think what kind of person I'd be without them. if you don't have any trans friends I hope you get the opportunity to make one or two or several and let them expand your world and I hope that you care for them in turn. I love you trans men I love you trans women I love you nonbinary friends you are all beautiful handsome radiant and cool

[shingodzillaa]

Just found out I can buy a Daihatsu Hiyet mini truck for like less than 15K if I get it shipped from Japan!!!!

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

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Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt… nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.

[linuseer]

I'm tired of people defining Aang as this boring little vanilla guy. Aang helped Katara destroy a factory. He participated in Toph's scams. He shrugged off Katara's theft of the waterbending scroll and heartily laughed at her jokes about it. He was delighted by the Painted Lady ruse. He mastered airbending at twelve and the avatar state at thirteen. He snooped around the old ship after Katara said it was booby trapped and dared her to follow and stepped up to take the blame when it went badly and then surrendered himself to protect the village because he knew he could hand everyone on that ship their asses and escape. He outright lied to two communities that had been bickering for a century to get them to stop. He egged on Katara when she decided to throw hands with Pakku. He wants to ride every big animal in the world ("they don't like being ridden but that's what makes it fun" -unhinged take). He has sick burns for everyone which are doubly funny because they're almost always unintended as such. He threw a clandestine dance party in the nation that banned dancing and thought he was dead and wanted him dead. Before that he corrected and argued with teachers, beat a bully without lifting a finger and then brought his teenage friends to pose as his parents. The whole Bonzu Pippipadaleopsicopolis the Third thing. The being idiots with Sokka in Ba Sing Se thing with the bowing and the busboys disguises. He rightfully asked "what's cosmic power compared to a girl". Let's add all the badass stuff he does as a bender and as the Avatar up to and including energybending and the conversation with Koh the Face Stealer. That time in The Chase when he finished the fur trail and then decided to just sit down, sleep deprived, to wait and face whoever it was chasing them. Aang is one of the funniest and coolest characters I've ever seen and he deserves more respect. Absolutely unhinged kid with immense powers and the world is lucky he's goofy and has a good heart.

[sainzzsturns]

pool time ⋆⁺₊

f. colapinto x reader

franco invited you to spend winter brake with him in argentina, with his family. you gladly accepted, not really looking forward to any cold days far from him in europe.

so there you were, after a couple touristic days, where franco showed you all the coolest places in buenos aires, now in his family’s backyard, laying on the sunbed, book in hand.

you weren’t really playing attention to it though, looking only at franco playing with his younger nieces in the pool. a couple giggles escaping when he teased them.

franco was naturally very charismatic and charming, and especially with kids he was so caring and gentle that it was magnetic watching him interact with them.

you watched his niece get on his shoulders, franco helping him do a backflip from up there. or the way he would hold the younger kids that couldn’t swim properly yet, making sure they were okay.

after some time of playing with them nonstop, he got tired. taking advantage of some food getting ready in the barbecue his uncle was managing, that got all the kids to get out the pool to eat, he also left, heading towards you.

he sighed, laying beside you on the sunbed.

“tired, baby?” you giggled, hand going to his hair. you almost complained at him being wet, but in that moment you were more than in love with him, everything he would do was charming in your eyes.

“god- these kids have infinite energy..” he replies, laying his head on your chest.

the heat warming him up from the previously cold pool as he closes his eyes, draping one arm over your stomach, making the moment even cozier.

you laid comfortably, stroking his hair while reading your book, which now had your full attention.

“you’re not hungry, fran?” you suddenly remembered he hadn’t eaten in a while, and the usual franco would be salivating at the sight of a grill.

“hm?” he opened his eyes, waking up from his light napping state.

“hungry?” you repeat.

“yeah, but i’m too lazy to get up” he whined, causing you to chuckle.

“i’ll get you something, don’t worry” i pat his back, moving to get up.

“no, don’t leave, you’re so comfortable…”

“i’ll be right back, amor”

he nodded, blushing lightly at the spanish term, which you had probably learned from the amount of times he called you that.

you kissed his cheek before walking away, not before turning around after feeling a gaze on your bottom. i squinted, furrowing your eyebrows as if feigning a scolding, earning a chuckle from him.

you chose a couple slices of meat you knew were franco’s favorites, along with some garlic bread and cheese for yourself.

you sat back down beside him, handing him the plate. both of you just sat in a comfortable silence for a while, franco sat against the backrest of the chair, knees up as you sat beside his legs, resting your cheek on his knee.

“afternoon nap?” franco suggests after setting the empty plate aside.

“absolutely” you giggle, always eager for some relaxing time, especially with your favorite boy.

i gets up, extending a hand to take you up to his room.

as he opens the door you already yawn, looking forward to the nap.

“ah-ah-ah… in this tiny bikini you had on the whole day, you really think you’re getting away with it” i chuckled, pushing you gently onto the bed…