#they’re ALL OVER THE PLACE

[mmavverickk]

you ever just get an idea like

percy’s chatting with annabeth. goes, “i mean, just because poseidon is my mom doesn’t mean—”

annabeth’s like, what?—“percy, poseidon is your dad.”

percy frowns. leans to the side, glances at the ocean behind annabeth. “yeah, no, she’s mom today. anyway…”

i call this one gender_was_invented_by_bathroom_companies_to_sell_more_bathrooms.mp4

[getosbunny]

i think my bllk favs are indicative of what’s wrong with me

[trayzen-the-infinite]

Not the worse curse to have

I’ve been rewatching a lot of old anime and I realized there was a phase in anime where everyone had some kind of Curse for a while. They ranged from inconvenient to actually horrible fates. One Piece started in that era and Devil Fruits were a sort of Curse but it was pretty manageable all things considered.

There was one anime where in particular called Ranma 1/2 and I have to be honest from a completely average day scenario Ranma’s curse wouldn’t be that bad to have. It’s nothing flashy like some others but it would just be mildly annoying.

His curse is that he fell into a cursed spring and from that moment forward any time he gets soaked by cold water he turns into a beautiful girl in the literal blink of an eye. When he gets hit with warm water he gets turned back into a guy just as quickly. The warmest water needs to be and still considered cold is Rain and the Coldest warm water would need to be is Bath Water.

I’m a straight guy but if I had to pick an anime curse that’s not a bad option. The curse explicitly says you’re going to be objectively beautiful so it won’t matter how ugly you are as a guy, as Ranma constantly shows theirs a lot of utility in being able to instantly change identities and sex like that for both Wholesome and Unwholesome reasons. The only downsides would be you’d never go swimming as a guy ever again and it’s inconvenient to get caught in the rain.

Theirs no “avoid this thing or you’ll die” clause and certainly no “you’re going to die an early death each time the curse is activated” catch to it. It’s literally just “aw damn it, I wasn’t planning to be a chick right now now! I got to dunk my head in a sink with the heat on”

[yaolmao]

rahhhh dtiys forrrrr: @lotus-pear

Closeup:

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[luminarai]

dog owners vs cat owners: the immortal gay edition

[1960z]

something that I think is cool about iwtv is that jacob anderson and assad zaman (actually esp assad when it comes to this specifically) really do convince me of their characters’ ages, like louis and armand genuinely do feel that old. I really believe armand is 514 years old, he carries the weight of that history in everything he does, in how he carries himself.

old man daniel literally seems like a kid when he’s in the room with them sometimes. he has so much less life experience than them, giving quippy, cocky remarks about things that, from their perspective at least, he couldn’t possibly understand. at the young age he is.

in season one daniel states very emphatically to louis “I’m not your fucking boy” and of course that’s a reference to that in the original book, he isn’t called anything except “the boy” but the thing is to louis the only drastic change in daniel, the one that’s foreign to him is his appearance, but mentally? he still sees daniel as that same kid he met in the 70s. the difference between 20 and 60 is nothing to him. he’s a boy. and you feel that.

[atomicradiogirl]

this scene is so underrated

[lycandrophile]

today, my coworkers’ refusal to see me as a man put one of our patients in a position where they felt unsafe for the third time. i’ve been at this job for less than two months total. i don’t even care about getting misgendered anymore, i just want the people we’re supposed to be taking care of to feel comfortable around me.

i work at a hospital where we have to supervise our patients in a lot of vulnerable situations. there are safeguarding rules in place for certain things that male employees aren’t allowed to be present for when it comes to female patients. and yet, the people training me and telling me what to do have repeatedly put me in situations where i’ve been forced to do things that the female patients aren’t comfortable with me doing. and because they have repeatedly failed to teach me the rules for doing my job as a man, i have no way of knowing when i’m crossing one of those lines unless one of the patients tells me.

i’ve had to watch a victim of SA stare at me in abject terror as my coworkers asked her to strip naked with me still in the room. it took several minutes for her to even be able to speak enough to ask if i could leave the room. i found out after that she broke down crying the moment i walked out. my biggest regret is that i didn’t realize what was happening fast enough to leave before she ever had to say something, because she shouldn’t have had to say it. i never should’ve been allowed in the room in the first place, because that’s not something male employees are supposed to be present for. but i didn’t know that yet, because i was training and i thought surely, they wouldn’t train me to do something that directly violated their own safeguarding rules. that moment was the first time, and it’s haunted me ever since, but it wasn’t the last time. not only did it happen for the third time today — it almost happened for the fourth, and would have if someone hadn’t spoken up to say they should pick someone else. i care for these people so deeply, it’s why i took this job, and i’m so tired of hearing the fear in their voices when they have to ask me not to do something i never should’ve been told to do.

i’m very used to the personal discomfort of being misgendered. i willingly deal with it a lot at work as well as in other situations, not because i’m in the closet (at this point in my medical transition that would be impossible), but because it’s such a frequent occurrence with my coworkers that we would never get anything done if i took the time to correct them every time. but to see it get to the point of causing such visceral discomfort in other people? people i’m supposed to be taking care of and keeping safe? that’s something else entirely, and i’m fucking exhausted.

and after all of that, some of them still look at me like i have two heads when they tell me what to do and i say “i can’t do that, only female employees can” because i’m learning now. clearly i’m already seen as a man by our patients, but my coworkers would still rather put them in an unsafe situation than just train me as a man.

[glowsticcc]

is this anything

[atompalace-official]

Cure Nyammy 👑🩵🐾✨

[cowboyscaviar]

achilles vs hector at the fall of troy, circa 1100 BC (colorized)

[claypigeonpottery]

thank you all so much!

both for buying my pottery and sharing my posts. my spouse and I truly appreciate it, it will help keep us afloat this month ❤️

(Lee, however, doesn’t appreciate us using her office chair for making shipping labels lol)

[sophfandoms53]

This screenshot is one of my favorite things from the episode bc every character’s reaction to a literal building caving in on them is so fucking funny.

The two shark/fish demons on the left are just staring wide eyed.

The other shark demon on the right is placing his hat on his chest and just accepting this is his fate now.

Crimson is in utter confusion and disbelief about what the hell just happened.

Meanwhile Striker is clearly having flashbacks to when his statue fell on him.

And finally, my personal favorite, Alessio just casually places his hand in front of Crimson (like a mom does when you go to cross the street before the light changes) as if that’s going to protect his boss in any way from the cave in.

[ivanttakethis]

So like………………. what was the point of Round 6?? 🤨

[flowercrowngods]

thoughts thoughts thoughts i apologise it’s 2am i have to sorry @babyboymunson

Steve knows that Eddie has a whole library of characters. And when he says library, that’s not an understatement; because Eddie has a lot of them, and he keeps all his characters sheets incredibly organised. Even those for the NPCs.

He claims not to have favourites because, “They’re all my badass little idiot children, Stevie, don’t make me choose.”

So Steve doesn’t.

But the thing is, Steve has never been above choosing a favourite badass little idiot child — sure, it might have changed daily with the kids, but still! He has a favourite character of Eddie’s. One who survived the campaign, actually, to everyone’s utter disbelief both past and present.

It’s one of Eddie’s first, from before he started taking on the role as Dungeon Master more often than that of a player.

And when Steve first finds out about the character, reads his character sheet and sees the art Eddie had made for him, that is when he knows: one day he’ll find a way to marry this blushing disaster boy.

Sir Gonthar Veten, a human paladin with high charisma and uncharacteristically low strength, laughably low intelligence but hey, respectable wisdom modifier. “A bit of a wild card,” as Eddie has put it, pulling his hair in front of his face to hide his little smile or the absolutely besotted expression.

It doesn’t take him too long to find out that Gonthar is essentially based on him, and even his name is an anagram. Oh, Eddie had it bad! He teases him mercilessly, but they both know that’s Steve’s way of saying, “You nerd, you absolute nerd, I can’t believe it took me so long, but know that you’re the love of my life, too.”

So, in 1983, Eddie has a crush on Steve and is so mad about it, he made a DnD character about it.

In 1986, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time inside his new government-sponsored trailer and begins what will be the rest of his life.

In 2006, Steve buys Eddie a star for their anniversary, and Eddie laughs through the veil of tears when he sees what Steve named it.

“Sir Gonthar Veten,” he reads, grin so wide that it has to hurt. “Can’t believe you went and named a star after yourself, Stevie.”

“Yeah,” Steve laughs, stepping into Eddie’s space and pulling him close. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I did, Munson.”

“You’re so lame,” Eddie sniffles, and it’s the happiest little sound. “Thank you.”

Steve brushes a kiss to his forehead, his temple, his cheek, and finally his lips. “Happy anniversary, Eddie.”