Lies and Wishes

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demilypyro:

Warning for cis men: if a trans woman invites you to play dungeons and dragons do NOT accept. She is attempting to induct you into her coven, and likely infect you with cooties

Out of my way loser I’m boutta get it

I am no longer a cis man

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thethermocline:

The more despair I endure in life, the more I love Frodo. I’m just. I’m so glad that Tolkien wrote him like that. He was a hero and it broke him. He was given too much to carry. The circumstances were dire, everyone was doing the best they could, and Frodo tried so hard, for such a good cause, and he…broke. And the narrative has pity for him, the characters show him kindness. Even after victory, his hurts did not heal, and it isn’t considered his fault. He must go to the undying lands, to seek out peace there. In universe, he is forgiven for being human - don’t be pedantic - and his great torment is recognized. He fell. He could not have done it alone. He is still a hero.

And, I think that’s important.

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You Are Not Immune To fanart of characters who die in canon that has them alive and well, with scars from the wound that originally killed them

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Art by G xy

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Laika: 1954-1957

Opportunity Rover: 2004-2019

I THOUGHT I WAS DONE BEING HURT BY THIS BUT NOPE. I WAS WRONG.

the idea behind a grim (a big friendly ghost dog) is that because the first soul buried in a burial yard would be its guardian they would bury a Very Good Boy there first so a human wouldn’t be stuck at the gate so to speak. so in that way Laika is continuing an ancient tradition of a guardian spirit protecting the souls of everyone who passes after her.

@inneskeeper

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This looks like a fucking parody post, or an edgy edit, but it’s 100% official real Flintstones.

Clarification: I don’t hate this book, I love it, it’s amazing. It’s just that taking a step back and looking it out of context is still really funny. Especially the line “We participated in a genocide, Barney.”

ok but imagine them in their cartoon forms saying this dialogue i’m

can we have some context to this, perhaps?

Bedrock is having a mayoral election. One of the candidates is a violent war mongering asshole that riles people up against the lizard people. This reminds Fred and Barney of their time in the army.

Back then the father of said violent candidate was riling people up against the “tree people”. Fred, Barney, and other soldiers fought what they believed to be a defensive measure against the tree people. Turns out, it was actually an invasion, in order to kill off the tree people and take over their forest to build Bedrock.

That’s what Fred means when he says he and Barney participated in a genocide. They literally did.

(Extra fun fact, Barney adopted a tree person baby after the war, and his son Bamm-Bamm is the last tree person.)

just fucking read it

http://readcomiconline.to/Comic/The-Flintstones

There are a lot of interesting things about this post but the AK-47 shaped spear is what really got me

This is just as wild with the context

Some of my favorite moments in the series

From the foreword to 2021 print of the comic.

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jeeyonshim:

Do you ever think about going back?

No, he lies.

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The air of this town is redolent with heat and light. Natalia, in particular, wilts during the high days of summer. This is proof, she’ll grumble, this is purgatory, and when he asks her when moving day is she says, Now, get the U-Haul, we’re leaving.

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Hayden watches Natalia dress every morning, always at a damnably early hour, always waits for her to pull on the last of her clothes before he reaches for her and makes a valiant effort to convince her to shed them all again. More often than not she does. Uniform shirt and jacket and skirt drop on the floor like so many ripe fruits forgotten on the branch. The two of them tangle their legs together affectionately afterwards, regaining their breath and waiting for their heartbeats to slow back to their resting rates. In the small hour before the sun rises the walls of their bedroom glow a faint, pale silver, and they miss nothing. There is nothing to miss. They are home.

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Sometimes there is blood in her mouth when he kisses her, late at night. While she dreams she bites her own tongue, or the inside of her cheek, and when she starts awake he is already holding her, stroking her hair. She kisses him as though she is trying to forget everything except for the two of them in this room. Hayden feels a pang of shame that a part of him thrills at the saline taste of Natalia’s blood. The water and nectar of her life, passing into his own body as she clings to him, trembling. They hold on to each other, and wait for the tide of her oneiric horrors to subside.

Natalica, he whispers. A rider diminutive, clumsily constructed around her given name. Possessive tense. I’m here, he whispers, as she buries her face in his shoulder. He can feel the warm dew of her tears beading on his collarbones. I’ll always be here, he says, and he thinks of much he means it. In spite of how he knows he’s living on borrowed time, somewhere deep within him he wonders if it has to be so. There is a fierce, beating part of him that believes it like a promise he’s making to her, to himself, to the world that holds them both. I’ll always be here for you, Hayden tells Natalia, willing it to be true.

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Images from a time that never was

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