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z-1-wolfe · 2 months
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One head canon. Only one I swear.
But hear me out, when Heaven chooses exterminators, it is with a purpose. They pick the protectors, those who spent their lives defending those they loved. The ones who would take the beating to ensure that the people around them could smile. It only makes sense for these "protectors" to end up in Adam's militant force as exterminators. From protectors on Earth to the protectors of Heaven, preventing Hell's uprising.
I like to think Vaggie was the oldest. The title of the oldest daughter does come with its responsibilities. You need to be able to navigate conflicts between your parents, you have to make sure your younger siblings are ready for school and are enjoying life, you need to know when to speak out and when to be quiet. Vaggie was her siblings' protector, she shielded them from the blows, the harm.
She made sure her parents would never raise their voice at them, and if they did, she would lash out in defense. That's part of the reason why she is so explosive, if all the attention is on her it takes harm away from the people she loves. So, it was no surprise when Vaggie died that she would become an exterminator. She loves deeply and she calls out things that are wrong. Unfortunately, that is also what led to her downfall.
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tizeline · 3 months
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So I've already established that AU Leo has a tendency to abuse his portaling abilities to just go and explore a bunch of places, including New York, which leads to him stumbling across Run Of The Mill several years before he does in canon. And of course he loves the place, the food's great, the Maze of Death is good for training and he gets to hang out with Hueso! Hueso does not enjoy Leo constantly showing up to bother him when he's trying to work, but it's not like he can just kick him out. This is one of THE Baron Draxum's sons, Hueso is already in trouble with yokai law-enforcement and the last thing he needs is more enemies. (And no, he does not have a soft spot for Leo, what are you talking about)
Anway that's all fine and dandy, until two particular individuals happen to stumble across the restaurant....
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Similar to in the show, some time after Donnie's first encounter with the Draxum family, him and April find Hueso's restaurant as well and starts to frequent the place. And considering Leo's a regular, well, it's not long until they happen to visit at the same time and uh-
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This happens pretty soon after Donnie first reunites with his brothers, but they've encounteredeach other a couple of times in between then and now, which means that the Drax Trio have had time to come to terms with the fact that Donnie is not planning on joining their team any time soon. And while they want to change that, they realize that for the time being he is currently an enemy. Mikey and Raph are still pretty hesitant to fight him, but Leo and Donnie pretty early on established a "fight each other on sight" dynamic, because of course they did.
All of this is to say, as soon as they lay eyes on each other in the restaurant, they immidietly start duking it out! Hueso understandibly does not appreciate such a ruckus in his fine establishment, so out of respect for Hueso the twins agree to avoid any fighting in the restaurant specifically.
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Now, you would think that at least one of them would have the common sense to just avoid the place, but they're both stubborn and petty AF and so Leo and Donnie keep running into each other there! And they do respect the no-fight-rule.... to a certain extent. The rule was specifically for physical fights and says nothing about verbal ones! So every time Leo and Donnie run into each other they keep insulting each other to provoke the other into attacking them, which would lead to that twin getting kicked out and hopefully banned for life!
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solarpunkani · 1 year
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You know what, while I'm doing hot takes. And this one may be obvious considering I'm actively contributing to hosting the Solarpunk Aesthetic Week event but like.
Dear everyone who's constantly deriding the aesthetic portions of the solarpunk movement/genre; do you just not understand that being able to visualize the future you want is immensely important to being able to work towards it? Being able to get other people on board with it?
When I first got interested in Solarpunk, it wasn't for the hot leftist takes about the top ways to dismantle the government for the people, or top tips on how to build your own solar panel apparatuses. What brought me in? Visions of a hopeful future. I learned and began to love the rest as I dove deeper into solarpunk circles, but there is no denying that my first intro to it--and likely many people's first intro to it--was via the art and aesthetic spheres. The term 'solarpunk' was literally coined to refer to the aesthetic movement, and we've been building up from there ever since.
'When are people going to realize the aesthetic parts don't matter and what really matters is praxis--' dude, the aesthetic parts do matter. Inspiring people does matter. Showing people visions of a hopeful future is immensely important, it's why so many people join this movement. We see glimpses of what a hopeful future could look like, through beautiful art or riveting stories, we're inspired by things like stained glass and organic designs and statues and fashion concepts--and then we think to ourselves 'how can we help make this future happen?' And we learn the praxis and we work towards the goals and we share it with others because that's just how we work.
Seeing isn't always believing, but sometimes in order to believe in something with your whole heart, it helps to be able to visualize what you want. For yourself and for others.
So yes. The aesthetic parts of solarpunk do matter. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.
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basslinegrave · 2 months
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when im waiting for a call i like to draw bunnies
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oobbbear · 7 months
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HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO OUR LITTLE GAY WITCH STORY!!!
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worm---wizard · 3 months
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i love L's death dont get me wrong, but god would it have been amazing if light killed him with his own hands the ways he says that one time. just imagine it.
you are L, you know light yagami is kira, you dont know how(or maybe you do, its not important to the scenario) he does it but somehow he induces heart attacks in his victims, seemingly by just wishing it upon them. you know that it is only a matter of time until he learns your name, or maybe he already knows it and is drawing out the game longer just to mess with you. you know your death will be a heart attack, not the most peaceful way to go, but better than others.
but then, he lunges at you, you are on the cold ground of the task force hq. his hands wrap around your throat and squeeze. there is a violence in his eyes that you have always known was there, even though you never saw it. he hid it well, after all, light yagami is exceptionally well at wearing a person suit. so well it seems, that you yourself were fooled. you knew what he was underneath but you didn't think he'd ever show it. you claw at the hands that refused to bloody themselves, but what god's hands aren't bloody.
anyways,,, i have death note brain rot(always), i just think it would be very good thematically, cuz light distances himself from the killings by using the death note instead of his own hands, so him actually using his hands to kill his enemy would have been really fun(and hot)(who said that), and i feel like it adds some fun dynamic to his and L's relationship. especially near the end of L's life where he clearly is expecting to die so he would be expecting a heart attack just like the rest of kira's victims, but instead he gets to witness the malice hes always seen inside this teen boy?? i just think itd be neat
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icantdothistodaybruh · 2 months
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I took a screenshot and it's doing things to me I can't describe
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starflungwaddledee · 4 months
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AN ACTUAL MERCH LINE WITH BANDEE PROPERLY IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AT LONG LAST!! YES!!!! HE'S IN LIKE... AT LEAST EIGHT OF THESE PIECES!!!!!!!!!
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(source: kirby informer on twitter )
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tomboy014 · 2 years
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Nightwing and Red Hood try to convince security guard, Danny Fenton, to let them "borrow" Harley Quinn for the night
Danny: So why do you need me to let Harley out for you?
Nightwing: C'mon, Danny, buddy...
Harley: Yeah, he's your friend! Do him a solid.
Danny: Shush! Why?
Red Hood: I'm gonna kill the Joker.
Danny: Oh no! No way in any hell am I letting you make him my problem!
Bonus:
Red Hood: I died! Do you have any idea what- wait, no, forgot who I was talking to. Let me try again.
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illtakethatroad · 5 months
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Just some thoughts I had while visiting Akihiko in the hospital on 5/1.
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periprose · 9 days
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Information on that ghoul fic please!!! I'm desperate 😪
LOL it's uh. Basically takes place in pre war times, reader is a fellow actress now known for advertising Nuka-Cola, and Howard is into her. They have flirty stuff but nothing super concrete, not until after he's divorced at least 🙈
Then after the war, Coop/Ghoul finds her again and she's been cryogenically frozen. So they have a bit of a hate for each other, a really lovers to fake-pining enemies to lovers situation. This is before the series happens but then continues on into it, eventually including Lucy and Dogmeat.
I know it sounds hokey but I'm trying to avoid spoiling my own fic. But if this sounds good anon let me know :)
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mrtequilasunset · 3 months
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I think what you really have to remember is that Harry coming to terms with his bisexuality (specifically the being into men part of it) has a lot to do with his attraction to Kim (who is referred to as "a bespectacled man" in his first line)
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m-eltdown · 1 month
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solarpunkani · 1 year
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"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"
OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.
"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"
OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it
"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"
OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.
"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"
I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.
I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.
Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.
So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.
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aloekat · 4 months
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RAHHHH DIMENSION20 FANTASY HIGH DICE SET RAH RAH RAH!!!!
here is what they look like in case anyone was curious! i got them along with the d20 triple sock pairs for christmas and i couldnt be happier :]!!!
big fan of the kristen (rainbow clear) dice they shine so pretty in the sun….i mean they all do but you know what i mean lol
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beskarfrog · 8 months
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Din leaned against the door to the school house, his boots muddy from having walked through the streets of Sundari. The door was left open as usual to let cool air and the occasional frog in. It was officially monsoon season on their part of Mandalore and not for the first time, Din wondered why the Jedi couldn’t have built his school on ground that was a little further out of the floodplain.
Inside the little school, the Jedi was sitting on one of his weird little pillow mats with all the children crowded up around him. Grogu was sitting in Ragnar’s lap, Rey and Finn on each of his sides. Paz had been infuriated when Ragnar had first asked to go with the jett’ike for lessons after regular training. He had been won over eventually when the Armorer suggested it would be a good opportunity for Ragnar to learn how to fight against a Force-user.  
“Alright, how about a story for our history lesson today?” the Jedi asked and got a positive reaction from the kids. Din let the soft drone of his voice wash over him as he considered the scene before him.
He hadn’t expected to see the Jedi again after Grogu had come back to him. Much less had he expected the Jedi to show up two months after they’d retaken Mandalore and Din was trying to figure out how to run a planet. He’d arrived in a beat-up pre-Empire ship with a handful of children. They had all been brought before Din and his newly formed council.
“The school was attacked. The New Republic isn’t safe for us anymore. They have…expectations for how the Jedi should benefit them,” the Jedi had explained, his face impassive and cold. The children lingering in the shadow of his dark robes looked both nervous and defiant. Din wondered if that was how the Jedi felt too.
“Why come to us?” Bo-Katan asked, a few chairs down from Din.
“What is that saying you have? A Mandalorian is both hunter and prey. Your people understand what it is like to be hunted for what you are,” the Jedi said, gaining a thoughtful nod from the Armorer. He had looked at Din as he said it and Din knew that there were layers to that statement. Yes, all Mandalorians knew what it was like to be persecuted for their allegiance to a nearly dead Creed, but Din specifically understood what it was to be hunted for having a child with strange powers.
Paz and Bo-Katan had gotten into a rather vicious argument about the situation, but the Armorer had been of the same mind as Din. Children in need were children in need, even if they came with an ominous wizard attached to them. Paz had wanted to kill the Jedi and keep the children, but eventually he had been convinced that the kids would need training for their magic. Din was relieved because he was becoming concerned that, be it Bo-Katan or Paz, his council was about to become one person smaller if the argument dragged on any longer.
In the end, Din had told the Jedi, “We will let you build a school here, but you’ll live as we do. The children will be raised with the other Mandalorian ade. No one will be required to swear the Creed. That is not the Way, but we are trying to rebuild our culture.”
“I understand,” the Jedi had grimaced, “The Jedi used to live in community too. We had a similar sense of culture once from what I am told, but that was before I was born.”
“I…I will do what I can to make sure your children are safe here,” Din had said and that was the end of the matter.
The only person who was completely satisfied with the arrangement was Grogu. Din was shocked to find out how much the kid liked the Jedi - Luke, as he’d introduced himself. He had expected some animosity since Grogu had left, but Luke had been surprisingly happy to see the womp rat again. At first, Din had been reluctant to let the kid join the other little sorcerers in training, but they all seemed to like him. 
That was the real problem. The Jedi and his jett’ike liked everyone, even Paz. Luke was always willing to accept ade or even adults into his weapons training sessions at his little school. He brought homemade uj’alayi  to all the community meetings, complete with little paper wrappers the kids had decorated. His sister and her smuggler husband visited often enough that it was obvious that the Jedi cared about his family. Luke was a better Mandalorian than half the people Din had met on Mandalore and he hadn’t even sworn the Creed.
It made it incredibly hard for other Mandalorians not to like the strange little sorcerers back and there had been a lot of talk about adopting the Jedi and his children into a clan. He was a proficient warrior, good with children, and after the first month, it was clear that he cared about the community they were trying to build. He was the perfect riduur, but it made Din want to grind his teeth any time anyone talked about challenging him for his hand.
It hadn’t taken him long to figure out why. It was made all the worse when the Jedi had started to befriend him in earnest. At first, it was just mutually commiserating about the problems of raising Force-sensitive children, but it slowly became something more. Luke opened up, shedding the persona he seemed to wear like his billowing black cloak. Din caught glimpses of the darkness that lurked within him, the turmoil he went through to fight back against those impulses. Din knew how painful it was to peel off your armor in front of another, even if you wanted them to see you as you really were. 
And Luke let him see. 
So, now Din leaned against the door to the nursery as the children ran out past him to play in the yard. Grogu was too enthralled with the game Ragnar and Rey had started to even notice him in the doorway.
“Here to pick up Grogu?” Luke asked as he rose up from his mat. Din nodded but waved his hand in dismissal as Luke went to call for him.
“He can play. I don’t have anywhere to be for a while,” Din said as Luke walked over to join him in the doorway. “The story you told. It wasn’t very happy.”
“The story of the Jedi has never been a happy one,” Luke said, his smile soft and touched with sadness. His hair had a little extra wave in it due to the humidity. Din wanted to reach out and run his gloved hand through those waves, “But it is full of hope. Foundlings are the future, right?”
“This is the Way,” Din inclined his head, which pulled a more genuine smile out of Luke. Something sharp twisted in Din’s chest and he swallowed, thankful for the millionth time that his helmet obscured his face.
He needed to get this over with, to do what he actually came here to do.
“Do you…Would you want to spar? Not right now, but some time. Maybe tonight?” Din asked, tamping down the impulse to twist his hands together. He was a Mandalorain. He should be bold with his feelings, not the awkward nervous thing that Luke seemed to turn him into.
“Mand’alor,” Luke's smile turned blinding as he pressed his gloved hand to his chest, mockingly scandalized. His blue eyes were sparkling, even in the grey overcast light of the rainy day, “If I didn’t know better that sounds like a date.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Din mumbled, his heart sinking. He knew it was unlikely for Luke to reciprocate his feelings, but the Jedi’s sister had made some comments last time she visited that had given him the courage to at least find out.
“I’d like it to be, Din, if that's alright,” Luke said and gently reached out to catch Din’s hand. He threaded his fingers between Din’s, giving his hand a firm squeeze. Din returned it, a flash of hope rising back up in him. If this went well, he was going to send Senator Organa a whole case of tihaar.
“We’ll have to find someone to babysit, though,” Luke continued, tugging on Din’s hand to pull him a little closer, “You’re my go-to person for watching the kids, but you’ll be busy, obviously.”
“Paz said he would. Ragnar’s been wanting to have everyone sleep over at their house,” Din said, grateful that he’d planned ahead for that problem. 
In the yard, the kids had gotten into a mud fight next to the frog pond. Grogu was practically a brown blob while Finn was doing his best to avoid the mud that Rey and Ragnar were slinging at each other. Din knew he really ought to intervene, but if Paz was watching the kids for the night…
“The Force bless that man,” Luke shook his head, squeezing Din’s hand again.
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