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[spoopydeboop]

Literally everyone in Jon’s life: “You need to be around people. Isolation isn’t good for you. :(“

Jon: “Maybe you’re right.”

Jon, some time later: “Hey guys :)”

Literally everyone in Jon’s life:

[wowthosearebigears]

People have been asking for elves who aren’t just perfect ethereal Mary Sues for ages and the minute they get Galadriel making bad choices because of her PTSD and Gil Galad being kind of bitchy because he’s got objectively one of the worst jobs in Middle Earth (which he inherited as a teenager and has a nearly 100% fatality rate), folks are upset they aren’t likable enough?? If y’all saw what the elves got up to in the First Age you’d hurl.

[bruciemilf]

“Battinson needs a Robin” “Battinson needs a Superman” “Battinson needs a Harley” I agree with all of that, but do you know what else Battinson needs? An Oliver Queen.

[whoseblogisitanyways]

tag yourself: intrepid heroes' alter emos as ppl who went to my public high school

[ohbuggy]

Sobbing,,, that lore drop was something huh?

[twinstxrs]

so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

I’ll never understand why He Xuan had to go through with his elaborate revenge plot against Shi Wudu the way he did. He already had the perfect revenge set up. Murdering Shi Wudu might have brought He Xuan momentary satisfaction, but seducing the man’s precious little brother and rubbing the relationship in the water tyrants face every single day is eternal.

[pokemon-radical-red]

Trans men are literally just a joke to so many people. I’ve seen multiple Tik Toks like “When the trans man with HUGE BOOBS(!!!) in a crop top gets mad at me when I misgender him.”

One of these had the OP’s comment of “Why are so many people in my comment section being transphobic towards trans men?”

It’s because you made this a safe space for people who hate trans men!!! You decided to describe trans men’s bodies in dehumanizing, sexualizing ways to make a joke out of us! In what world does “smh trans men are SO EMOTIONAL and expect us to instantly know everything about them and cater to them even though it makes my life so hard (I have to change a word),” not come off as repackaged sexism?

If you say that this is a made up situation, these people will immediately claim that this happens and has happened to them. It’s interesting that either they’re lying or they’re admitting that they’re sexualizing a real man’s body in a way that could easily trigger his gender dysphoria.

[bluegiragi]

kinda random but erm this fandom had genuinely changed my life and I’ll never be able to properly express how grateful I am that you guys like and support my art 😭

[izzystizzys]

There is a scratch mark on the floor of the Council chambers that Mace has never noticed before. Not a deep one, mind, quite shallow. This matters because it’s making the white-hot pulse of agony stabbing through his eyeballs ebb momentarily. Then, he chances a glance upwards at the fidgeting Knight in front of them, and it returns in full force.

Huh, he’s never seen Oppo Rancisis’ face turn that colour before.

“Hmm”, Master Yoda hums, deep and scratchy. His expression is unreadable even to Mace beyond a baseline gremlinness, and the force with which he grips the edges of his seat is making his bones creak. Master of the Order you should become, they said. Follow the calling of the Force, you should. A fulfilling purpose, it will be. Mace is going to hunt the little goblin for sport when this is all over, and he’s going to laugh the whole time.

“Show us the livestream again, could you, Knight Parvo?” Yoda asks. Mace bursts a capillary, he’s pretty sure, and so does poor Knight Parvo, whose orange Mon Cala skin tips all the way into blood red with stress. “Most unusual, this is.”

“Absolutely not!”, Ki Adi intervenes before Mace has to, thank the Force for little mercies. Plo Koon’s tusks tremble slightly with either suppressed laughter or abject horror, maybe both, and Stass Allie has her head in her hands. “The holo stills should be enough”, Ki Adi proceeds to add, and Mace has to reconsider all feelings of grace he just felt towards his fellow Councillor.

He never wants to watch Yoda zoom in on someone’s abs again. Or Depa raise her eyebrows at the curve of thighs bent over the dripping front of a speeder.

“Speeder Wash For Our Troops”, his former padawan reads out loud from a still of what has to be hundreds of the things gathered in the public senate parking lot. “Fund Our Boys And Get A Wet Seeing-To!” The series of images features dozens of Coruscant Guard troopers in various stages of unkitted, gleaming and shining with soap suds and water. The fact that the whole thing is also massive shatterpoint after massive shatterpoint is, quite frankly, insulting.

“Well hello- oh dear”, Obi-Wan’s blue form crackles to life in his chair, followed by several sounds of choking that are definitely not him. Good, Mace thinks acidly. If he has to deal with this, then so does kriffing Skywalker. “I’m sorry, why am I looking at Commander Thorn using a washrag like a lasso on top of a speeder?”

“Oh, the Guard’s little fundraising project”, Bail Organa says, as he steps into the Council chambers. Normally, Mace likes the man well enough. Now, he just smiles and adds on, “I’ve already donated, in mine and Breha’s name. Remotely, of course.”

“The Guard’s fundraising speeder wash?”, Obi-Wan repeats, edges of his holo form flickering with what Mace suspects is Skywalker very unsubtly trying to edge in. Force, but the man really is horrible at any and all stealth, like kissing his secret wife in an open arena in front of his Master. “And they are fundraising for…?”

“GAR budget allocations have to come from somewhere”, Organa shrugs. “And with the tide of public opinion turning, they’ve been tending towards cuts. The Guard feels them more keenly than any other sector - they’ve been reduced from half to quarter rations, and medical supplies have not made more than a token appearance in the last draft. The Chancellor has cancelled three consecutive meetings on the matter, and thus it was agreed that a more hands-on approach was needed. Any surplus will go into the Army fund.”

“Surely it can’t be that dire”, Oppo protests, a slightly less concerning shade of purple now. Senator Organa shrugs again, jostling the smattering of cracks slowly building around his person in a way that makes Mace wince quietly. “It’s all publicly available data, Masters.”

It really can be that dire, as it turns out. And quarter rations is only scratching the surface of how dire, considering the Guard has apparently never had access to bacta in all their posting, and also includes requisitioning forms available to the Senate for reconditionings and decommissionings, two words Mace has only heard Ponds whispers amidst shuddering in the early days of the war before Shaak Ti went off and just about tore some throats out over it.

“Alright”, he concedes, rubbing at his temples. “Fair enough, we have failed to tackle a massive blind spot in the Guard’s well being. There is no Jedi assigned to Coruscant, and that’s an oversight on our behalf. But how in the everloving kriff did this get past the Chancellor and Commander Fox?!”

Who have both signed, black on white. Bail Organa smiles cryptically. “Well, if you scroll a bit past that one image, up to the industrial speeder in the back - Commander Fox is currently having credits stuffed into his codpiece in the back, I believe.”

“HE’S WHAT IN THE WHAT NOW”, Commander Cody screeches through the speaker of Obi-Wan’s holo image, and Mace has to summon every bit of Jedi-serenity he possesses in his body to keep from dropkicking a cackling Yoda through the chamber windows.

[beegs-bugs]

He’s just a little guy

[bpdamn]

it’s WEIRD to see people enjoying their life to the fullest when even the good days are an endless battle for you

[spooksicl-e]

doodle of the only ever

[moonilit]

FFXVI serving some of the best dynamics

[the-moonprophet]

i love how Nico's initial reaction to learning about the gods is basically "yeah seems legit" and then proceeds to Not Give A Fuck and starts geeking out instead.

like oh, my dad is not dead after all and is a real-life olympian god? Cool!

a monster just got shot with arrows right in front of my eyes? That was awesome! Is he dead?

learning that a traumatic monster attack on my sister and i actually happened? I told you his horns were real!

a bunch of strangers are asking if i want to abandon everything to stay at some unheard-of camp in order to train to fight monsters? Sweet, let's go!

like everyone else was so tense because of the manticore and such, and Annabeth literally fell off a cliff, and then there was Nico in the corner like “COOL!!!!”

i strive to reach his level of Unbothered™

(no i’m not being dramatic these are quite literally exact quotes from the beginning of The Titan’s Curse i’m not even shitting you)

[bennyb0i0]

Center stage

“X Reader smut again..“ I say, hunched over butt booty naked smoking a cigarette

Compress always had a way of making you feel pretty. whether it be the way his eyes traced your figure everywhere you went with him, the feather-light kisses you received, or his praise in general, he made you feel gorgeous. And that fact didn’t change in bed.

His fingers graced your body from your breasts to your thighs. His touch was gentle, but it felt like his nails were cutting into your skin from anticipation alone. Your chest rose and fell as you looked up at him, his smirk making your breath hitch. His voice, usually boisterous and loud, was now quiet and reserved only for you. It was just as attention-grabbing as it usually was, but now, you were his only audience member, and you were captivated.

“You’re eying me like I’m the star of the show, love. It’s your turn to be center stage.” He said as his finger finally found their way to your wet cunt, rubbing circles on your clit with his skilled hands. Your mind went blank and you would’ve cum right there if he didn’t pull away. Before you could fully whine, you felt his free hand run through your hair, as if to soothe you.

“Hush, dearest. The greatest part of a performance is saved for the end, right?” He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, and you nodded in response. “Good..” you heard his belt unbuckle, then felt him probe your entrance.

“Let’s see just how long this show will last, hm?”