#you are glorious

[embraceyourdestiny]

to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:

reading a fucking book. i beg of you.

in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.

read about americas occupations in the middle east.

read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.

read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.

and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.

dont look away from this.

you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.

if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.

you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.

wake the fuck up.

Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

getting older can be so amazing? you get more familiar with yourself. learn tips & tricks for troubleshooting your own brain. trial & error helps you build routines that minimize discomfort, maximize reward. your preferences/interests don't get set in stone, but you do find out which ones are going to stay with you in the long-term, and which ones are fun but transient joys to appreciate in the moment.

you learn that the world is so much more complex than you were taught, and that that's okay, and that there's an endless supply of things you can learn or watch or experience or think about if you want to. if you're lucky, you loosen up, stop putting so much pressure on yourself. if you're lucky, you learn to recognize that negative inner voice, and whack it with a baseball bat until it hushes up. if you're lucky, you learn to treat yourself gently, not because you are fragile but because you are worthy of gentleness. (i hope you are lucky.)

and some things will change. some things will get better. some things will get good. and maybe you start to recover from the dehumanizing stress of childhood/education. maybe you learn the power of your own autonomy. maybe you learn how to walk away from bad situations (which is a superpower even if you don't realize it yet). and you get to choose your own clothes. and your own food. and which relationships to pursue! and what you do with your free time. and with your life (but don't worry you get to choose that gradually). and that's crazy! and sometimes scary. and extraordinarily, indescribably precious.

[solomonara]

[mellosdrawings]

I'm glad us French people are finally getting accurate representation in foreign medias!

[humbuns]

🌼💐🌿

[mobius-m-mobius]

Mobius + being the only one to notice

[canisalbus]

I swapped them around in a silly doodle

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[egophiliac]

now that I can think semi-coherently again...whooooo's ready for Friday WEEHOO

[r-aindr0p]

That last chapter of Glorious masquerade was crazy.

[demaparbat-hp]

The Crew is boisterous and loud, full of traitors, inside jokes, and secrets. The scum of the Fire Nation. The forgotten tiles on the Empire's Pai Sho board. The ones who change the game.

But most importantly—they're a family. And no matter how much they complain about their boss (teenage menace that he is), they'll do anything for their Prince.

Anything.

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The Crew is the heart and soul of my fic For the Spirits. No one really knows just how important they will be to the story...how important they already are.

[casualavocados]

Negative, do not attack the star destroyers. Fire at the Nebula!

STAR WARS: REBELS 3.18 • Secret Cargo

[sage-nebula]

I remember in her Evermore video Jenny had a part near the end where she was like, "I bet you're wondering why I'm being so mean to this tiny park," but honestly this Star Wars hotel video makes her look like she was kind to Evermore by comparison. She tore Disney to SHREDS for four hours straight lmfao.

[tiedsuccubus]

Nanami after I gave him that super soaker, sloppy, nasty, toe curling, whimper inducing, quick nutter, ball emptying, baby making, throat bulging, Ngh fuck me, sloppy toppy 3000

[cosmicrhetoric]

carpe jugulum / small gods / lords and ladies / night watch

HERE AND NOW! HAPPY GLORIOUS 25TH!

[velidewrites]

Steps crunched on the grass behind us. Nesta whirled, but— Lucien. It was Lucien. Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. — Chapter 78, ACOWAR

According to @moonpatroclus, @cauldronblssd and myself, there is nothing more gentlemanly than being sweaty and covered in blood. For Day 1: Gentleman of @lucienweekofficial, we’d reached out to @/paolapieretti.art to capture exactly that — and oh did she DELIVER. See how his Illyrian leathers tear exactly right to offer us a tasteful peek at the VanTits? See the smear of blood near his fangs? Very demure, very oh-wow-our-legs-just-magically-opened.

A massive thank you to @/paolapieretti.art for doing such a wonderful job on this piece (do you SEE the Night Court insignia on his shoulder plates??) and for being an absolute joy to work with. We hope you love Lucien (or, as we’ve dubbed him in our group chat, War Daddy) as much as we do!

Art by @/paolapieretti.art and commissioned by @moonpatroclus, @cauldronblssd, and @velidewrites. Reposts are not allowed!

[jangmi-latte]

BANGS HEAD ON WALL

making out with malleus or just being so affectionate with the fae on that damn tower when malleus KNOWS that rollo's just behind that glass window. watching and scowling as your lips pressed against the fae's jaw with your cheeks burning and eyes half-lidded. how rollo thought you were once pure and innocent from these vile creatures yet here you are completely drunk by mere words and touches alone.

malleus glancing over his shoulder as he caresses your waist and that ghost of a smirk stretching on his lips as he could practically sense the anger from the person behind the glass pane. the handkerchief crumping under rollo's grip, trying to stop himself from punching and breaking the glass. he doesn't know if he's angry at you or malleus. he's not going to lose his only.... well

we can find another way to word his sweet maria.