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[dread-red-queen]

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[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[project-sekai-facts]

What line "against Japan's marriage laws" do you mean? I'm genuinely curious because I don't really remember anything like that (but it's been a while since I read that event)

this section from chapter 3 of An's wedding event. they're doing a wedding photoshoot but accidentally hire two models for the bride and no model for the groom, but they decide to go ahead anyway in spite of the gender. it doesn't seem like much on the surface but with the context of gay marriage not being legal in japan there's a little bit extra to that "gender has nothing to do with it" comment.

[starry-bi-sky]

more incorrect quotes for the stillborn danyal au - dpxdc

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Student: so like,, *gesturing to Plasmius* is he like,,, your dad or...?? Phantom: he would be if he wasn't such a BITCH Plasmius: excuse me Phantom: YOU HEARD ME

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Under the Bleachers: Danny and Dash smoking in solidarity Dash: Danny: Dash: do you have notes from Lancer's class today Danny: since when do I ever have notes from Lancer's class Danny: I can ask Tucker but only if you have notes from Abernathy's class Dash: deal

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Sam and Tucker: *making s'mores with Danny's lava hair* Danny, as Phantom: >:I Sam: you're just mad because you didn't think of it first Danny: yEAH

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Danny, freshly ghosted: .... Danny: well. at least i dont need to waste money on lighters anymore

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Tucker: with how long your hair gets we may just have to start calling you rapunzel Danny: don't you dare Sam: rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your lava hair Danny: NO

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Danny's hair tie breaks in the middle of a fight Danny: fuck Skulker: language child Danny, pushing lava bangs out of his face: fuck you! just for this im turning your suit into molten slag Skulker: waitholdonwecantALK--

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Danny: you know, by your logic Maddie is equally as guilty for abandoning you as Jack. She also never visited you while you were in the hospital. Vlad, had put his infatuation with Maddie aside but still kinda had feelings for her: Vlad: you're right Danny, not used to an adult agreeing with him: I-- huh, I am? Vlad: yes. If Dr. Walker had cared about me -- even if only as a friend, she would have tried to remain in contact with me. But she didn't. She is also as equally guilty for the accident that took your life too since she also failed to properly check over the portal for flaws and any improper wiring. Danny: wait- wait, i mean-- Vlad: this means only one thing Danny, bewildered: ??? Vlad, extinguishing all lingering feelings: I have to kill her too (somehow) Danny: nO.

[youling-the-ghost]

Here's a short lil clip of Luke playing the ukulele from their first D&D stream :D (ft. Tom being an amazing supportive friend)

[spacedustmantis]

thinking about if they got out

[autismdogg]

Wishbone theme song, 1995

[columtard]

The only (fatal) victim of the Dawson College Shooting; Anastasia De Sousa

Anastasia Rebecca “Stacy” De Sousa was a first-semester International Business student who’s life was tragically cut short at the age of 18 years old. Leaving behind two grieving parents, her younger sister and younger brother. She was shot in the abdomen and pronounced dead on scene.

"We never stopped laughing. I used to call her Malibu Stacy because she was like a Barbie doll," said Jennifer Mariasine, who went to junior high school with De Sousa.

Anastasia’s funeral was visited by nearly 700 people, all giving their condolences to the grieving family, some even staying out in the drizzling rain to pay their respects.

"One time we were speaking, and she said that at her funeral, she wanted everyone to smile and to wear pink. I don't know about the smiling, but I'm wearing pink."

The funeral brought closure to many, a moment to grieve about a young lost life that had much ahead of her. On her casket, wrapped in white and blue brought down the steps of the church with the Dawson College flag over it.

Nearly hundreds pay their respects to the young victim during a visitation at a funeral home in Laval. Strangers, Family and Friends alike paying their final respects.

“Together with her parents, Louise and Nelson De Sousa, Dawson College established a memorial award fund in her name so that every year, deserving Dawson students can pursue their dreams.”

source source

(“Two days after the event, people bring flowers to the de Maisonneuve entrance, where the first shots had been fired.” source)

Anastasia’s Bill

In Québec, a month after the Dawson College Shooting. A new provincial legislation was introduced to control weapons throughout the province.

"Quebec's Bill 9 will be called Anastasia's law in memory of 18-year-old Anastasia DeSousa, who was killed at Dawson College in Montreal last September in a shooting rampage."

"Wearing a pink ribbon in honour of DeSousa's memory, Charest unveiled details about the proposed bill Friday afternoon at Dawson College, at an event attended by Anastasia's parents, students who survived the shooting and Ontario Attorney General Michael Bryant.'

The bill introduced will:

• Restrict ownership of semiautomatic weapons to gun club members.

• Limit the right of the owner to transport guns from one place to another.

• Require people to apply for gun permits in person at a police station and pass an aptitude test.

• Require gun club owners to report any suspicious or unusual behaviour detected among members.

• Require other professionals, such as physicians and teachers to report suspicious behaviour even if it contradicts doctor-patient or any other confidentiality.

• Create gun-free zones on public transit, and at day cares, schools and colleges.

Those who do not comply with the met ban would be fined up to $5,000 (CAD). As well as the weapons being confiscated even without a warrant.

"The bill is Quebec's response to the September 13 shootings at Dawson, where 20 people were shot and injured before gunman Kimveer Gill turned his weapon on himself. It was later discovered he was an active member of a Montréal gun club prior to the attack."

"The new law requires Québecers to do their part to alert authorities to any odd behaviour that could potentially lead to tragedies like the one at Dawson."

(Anastasia (far left in pink) with her family (from left to right) Louise, Nicholas, Sarah and Nelson)

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

Wreck it Ralph fanart?? In 2024? More likely than you think....

I get way too insane about kids' movies, and I've been on a nostalgia binge watch lately, so here's a villain/hero swap AU

Does anyone even remember this movie??

[nonbinarykai]

My fandom hot take is that every single skybound rewrite, regardless of quality, is mid because they don’t fix the main issue which is that NYA SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FOCUS 😭

[gummi-ships]

[flowerakatsuka]

gay ppl @ a summer festival, what will they do??

[corporealchaos]

If you’re feeling sad, just look at all the Luciana Burger-related comments that SFTH has liked:

[raincandyy-u]

Shama

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[morethanwonderful]

Which MXTX Character Was/Would Be Most Insufferable Online?

Full Bracket

(Bonus match theme: heyheyheyy c'maahn I'm a little guy. I'm just a little guyy. nooo. I'm a little birthday boyy)