#this will probably get bigger

[there-goes-trouble]

Okay in case you need help for any reason (USA)

If other forms of financial aid aren't coming through, try 211--one phone call can save you hours of headache while you're already in a tough spot:

Separately, while there are still public funds for it, you can be tested for COVID & FLU by a nurse from home in just abt every state:

Online resource for people who hate calling:

Food for Women Infants and Children:

Health & Human Services for medical help:

More medical help:

⬆️got a hospital bill for a procedure that you did not consent to expressly?⬆️

Help for homeowners about to lose their home (involves placing a lien on property):

This is for finding natal care related to living in a post-roe v. wade world:

There is so much pride in using resources our government might provide if you qualify because why shouldn't you get help? Tough spots happen, thats why these programs exist. & that's pretty cool.

[honestlydarkprincess]

okay i wanna join in hehe

[hinamie]

cat nap :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[linkedin-offficial]

sketched out a design of a nightwing based off of this post by @otiksimr , its just so genius i had to get out this idea

what a lucky coinkydink that its dragon appreciation day ^_^

[kohakuhibiki]

Can't the people who get a "free" blaze use that to help someone's fundraiser instead of just blasting shit I don't care about? It would be much less annoying, at least there would be a purpose here.

[mspaint-flower]

AFTER 15 YEARS.....SHE GOT THE JUSTICE.........SHE KEEPS SLAYING.......

[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.”

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[ultravioletbrit]

“wind” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 368 words

Regulus is sitting by the Black Lake with James. James’ back is against a large tree, and Regulus’ back is against James’ chest.

The sun has already dipped below the horizon, but Regulus hasn’t realized how cold it’s gotten until a particularly strong gust of wind makes him shiver in James’ arms.

“We should head in.” James says as he’s rubbing his hands up and down Regulus’ arms.

“Not yet.” Regulus pouts and snuggles impossibly closer to James.

“Love, you’re freezing. Plus, we’re already late for dinner.” James tells him.

“Ugh. Fine.” Regulus grumbles as he stands up.

The wind continues to blow, making Regulus’ teeth chatter. James shakes his head as he takes off his scarf and wraps it around Regulus’ neck then uses the ends to pull him in for a kiss. They get lost in each other for a moment before Regulus shivers again and James pulls away with a small chuckle.

“Let’s get you inside, love.” James takes Regulus hand, and they walk back to the castle.

———

His friends are already eating by the time Regulus makes his way to the Slytherin table.

“You’re late, Black.” Barty snarks as Regulus sits down.

“I didn’t know I had to check in with you, Crouch.” Regulus fires back with no real heat.

“No, but it would’ve been nice to let us know you were switching houses.” Barty smirks at him.

Regulus looks at him confused until Evan nods towards Regulus’ neck. Regulus looks down and his eyes go wide when he sees the bright red Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck. 

“Now…” Barty continues. “Whose could that be, I wonder.” He dramatically taps his finger on his chin.

Unfortunately, James chooses this exact moment to enter the Great Hall. Regulus resists the urge to groan as Barty and Evan are barely holding back their amusement.

“Hmmm…” Barty hums. “Potter also happens to be late for dinner. And is suspiciously missing a scarf. Curious.”

“You know what?…” Regulus starts but then realizes he has no defense. “Shut it, Crouch.” He grumbles after a moment.

Barty and Evan’s laughter fills the Great Hall and Regulus drops his head in his hands, knowing his face is probably the same color as the scarf around his neck.

[otaku553]

Quite frankly still obsessed with the three of them

A little procrastination doodle

[arcanegifs]

rewatch the show yall. it gets even better if you do.

[aroaceleovaldez]

yknow, I am amused that solangelo fanon was so tunnel-vision in like 2014 that in the midst of crawling through literally every time Will had popped up in the series prior, somehow the ONE singular instance of Will referencing something that the fandom did absolutely nothing with was the thing Rick then decided to draw out into being a major character trait for Will.

Like. Nico eats McDonalds once and it becomes a huge fanon thing, but Will references Star Trek and the fandom doesn't make a peep until Rick explicitly canonizes that he's a huge sci fi nerd. and Rick doesn't even keep it consistent! He changes it so Will is a Star Wars nerd instead of Star Trek. smh 😔 /lh

[fatedroses]

Some body type references and notes I wanted to make, especially before I redraw some of my old pieces (plus, a bit of him as an adventurer having a crisis of a realization), and also just personally how I HC the change between stormblood to now based on some in game refs I've been looking at.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sorry for not having a Year of the Dragon MDZS artwork; Unfortunately, I can only picture Dragon LWJ in this particular flavour.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.