Grogu eating luchables just gives me life idk

And now he’s got his capri sun to go with his lunchable!

What animal is Snorlax supposed to be?

Oh.

Yeah, I see it.

I just remembered how when I was in highschool, my choir went to see Newsies on a trip and after the show two boys spontaneously came out of the closet to everyone because they could not physically restrain themselves from swooning over the ensemble.

y’all be like “my kink is bondage!” and “my kink is leather!” fuck outta here with that shit. my only kink is Loving And Taking Care Of My Friends

oh and the cut on orpheus’s cheek when he gets down to hadestown

dear god, let it be enough

i took a vow to reblog this each and every time i see it

I AM WHEEZING

Haven’t seen this in ages…. 😶🤣

Dear “nice guys”

Nobody gives a fuck about you or how much makeup you want on your magazine model cardboard cutout girl

One thing I do want to say before we dive into the narrative of Jester Lavorre, radiant harbinger of the Third Option that destroys the barter of misery in its tracks (even though, yes, Jester is glowing and amazing and wonderful, yes, of course, of course) is…it matters, the way Jester did this.  It matters that it wasn’t just sweetness and light and a cupcake shared in friendship.

This isn’t a story about Jester the fairytale princess convincing the hag of the worth of friendship and baked goods.  That would be a wonderful story, but that’s not what this is.  (It’s so much more interesting.)

Jester pretended to be that girl, that naive little girl who would offer a cupcake in innocent kindness and cut off her own hands for a friend.  She pretended so, so well, and she was lying the entire time, and she lied so well that Matt did not even think to call for a deception check.

Jester Lavorre, in the middle of a swamp in a pretty dress, feeds an evil hag half a cupcake, and it’s sweet and fluffy and full of sugar both literal and metaphorical, and also it is fucking drugged.  Jester reaches her fingers into somebody else’s mind and changes their memory, their intentions, controls their very will, with a sweet smile and a baked good and an insistence that everything is wonderful and delightful, no really.

Jester’s never used Modify Memory before; she uses Charm Person, rarely, but we know she thinks messing with somebody’s memories is a Big Fucking Deal.  Between Yasha, and what little she knows of Caleb’s past, and everything Obann did to those around him, Jester who cares about demons in cages and tried to befriend the Caedogeist and meant it and offers cupcakes to everyone, almost without limit–Jester cares about this shit.  She took a step tonight that matters to her.

She didn’t sacrifice her happiness, or that of anyone she cares about (she did sacrifice the witch’s happiness, but the witch probably would’ve died had it come to a fight so maybe it’s a fair trade after all).  She didn’t sacrifice very much.  Jester is going to be fine, possible future vengeance attacks aside, and they’ll probably be less exhausted and better-grounded to deal with those when they come anyway.  But as much as it looks like Jester saved the day with sweetness and light in the face of all that darkness…there was some very legitimate darkness in what Jester did, too.  And I love it that way.

ladies can be little a evil. as a treat.

woman in a short comic: oh to be free to speak my mind and pursue my heart’s desires without the burden of the expectations and disapproval of my family and the village keeping me trapped in a traditional heteronormative lifestyle

local lesbian forest spirits and trickster godesses:

man in a short comic: i don’t care about my wife or her opinions

local wlw:

you know if eddie is automatically logged into any social media on his phone/laptop there is nothing stopping venom from jumping onto like. twitter at 4 in the morning while eddie is asleep

lots of people have responded to this post with “not only does venom have his own accounts but he is at least twice as popular as eddie” and 1. youre correct but 2. this post is not about that. this post is about eddie waking up to an urgent phone call from anne saying “eddie?? eddie dan says someone hacked your twitter last night and made a bunch of posts about how you—“ (a pause while she leans over and squints at dan’s phone screen) “…love ‘slutting it up’ at the dollar store?”

that last line actually murdered me

The Folly Of Man (2015 - 2016)

Why didn’t you credit the artists? @aurosoul

……… I am the artist

[The Folly Of Man II (2015-Present)]

I get that being frozen for 100 years is a tough thing to go through but honestly Aang should have used it for comedy more

Katara: wow so this is Omashu

Aang: back in my day it was called weed city

Sokka: I’m… pretty sure it wasn’t

Aang: that’s what the fire nation wants you to think

Bumi, the second they arrive: welcome to weed city

Sokka: what the fuck

Imagine them getting stuck in Ba Sing Se and Aang just being like, “I wonder if the sandal pit is still here.”

And everyone’s like, “The what?”

And he’s all, “The sandal pit. It’s where I buried all the sandals of people who were mean to me and my friends.”

Cut to the gaang walking around town, and Aang’s muttering about it being around here somewhere, when suddenly Toph stops and says, “There’s a big pile of sandals about fifty feet below that cobbler’s house,” and Sokka loses his mind.

This raises the question of whether Aang is telling the truth or if Toph and Bumi just happen to have the same sense of humor as him.

May I offer a third option into the mix:

It’s just sheer coincidence but it sends Aang hog fuckin’ wild

in the fire nation:

after the war

Credit: Ashley McMinn

I wish someone had told me all these things when I was a confused, hurting teenager, so I am sharing them now. I hope they help someone the way they could have helped me.

into the unknown

Shhh~!

We said SHHH