Marcus: Why am I marshall and next in line to lead the knights?!
Matthew: Because I have eight guys left, Fernando said no and Baldwin has the charisma of a worm nesting in a cactus.

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Marcus: Why am I marshall and next in line to lead the knights?!
Matthew: Because I have eight guys left, Fernando said no and Baldwin has the charisma of a worm nesting in a cactus.
UBI needs to happen. via antiwork
I think most importantly, it would give us the leverage to say “no”. To walk away from bad jobs and abusive managers. To refuse to work in unsafe environments. To demand better pay.
To demand better, because the options are no longer “suck it up” or “die”.
and that’s why there’s so much resistance to implementing it - capitalism wants workers who don’t have a choice
CAPITALISM WANTS WORKERS WHO DON’T HAVE A CHOICE
I can’t get over “and comes fucks me”.
This video ruined all those aesthetic photos of fog for me. I can’t see a foggy landscape without this video playing in my head.
It’s Comes Fucks Me Wednesday babes
I'm rewatching A Discovery of Witches despite the fact that precisely because it is silly and self-indulgent and delightfully unapologetic about being a show about forbidden romance™ and vampires and witches in good knitwear.
Anyway. It strikes me that I may have subconsciously craved a rewatch because it is also a very powerful -- and, again, absolutely shameless -- fantasy about overcoming the anxieties, pressures, and not infrequent indignities and insults that come with being a female academic. To wit:
You will get a job
Moreover, you will get a good job
Despite your imposter syndrome, you are good at what you do
Your research topic is special and important
That powerful older man who's awful to you at a cocktail party? he's just an asshole
Your intellectual passions will not make you ineligible for or incapable of having a satisfying romantic relationship
Oh, and your manuscripts love you back <3
NEW BOOK NEW BOOK NEW BOOK NEW BOOK
Was it not left ambiguous?? Am i missing something?? Y'all this fandom makes me feel like I'm bad for not liking this stupid ship.
Bonus:
Some lovely ✨amatonormitvity ✨
Also, who doesn’t love the idea that they’re a couple but still that awkward and shy in public??? I adore that!! So cute!
The Owl House Said 'some people don't deserve kindness and forgiveness actually. Fascists deserve to get curb stomped in the Rain (Also Abusive parents don't deserve Hugs)' and I think that's so beautiful
The moral of Watching and Dreaming is that minorities don’t have to feel bad about beating the crap out of oppressive genocidal puritans and if that isn’t the message we need in American politics in 2023 I don’t know what is.
congrats guys
The first time Nile played Scrabble with the others also ended up being the last.
“Scrabble?” Joe repeated, when Nile asked. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
Nile squinted. “It’s just Scrabble.”
“Oh, it’s never just Scrabble,” Joe muttered, which explained nothing. “But you know what? It’s been a while since we last played, I think it’s time.”
“Time for what?” Andy peered over his shoulder and let out an actual cackle when she caught sight of the box. “Oh boy. Someone call Nicky.”
“Um,” Nile said, just as Nicky came in. Booker slumped in a moment later, clearly nursing several choice bruises received during training. When his eyes landed on the box, he groaned aloud.
“Why are we playing Scrabble again?” he said plaintively. “I thought we banned it in the sixties.”
“Nile wants to play,” Joe said significantly. “So we’re all going to be very civil and humane about this.” He said this mock-pointedly at Nicky, who sniffed.
“As if you were much better,” he said.
“My love, we agreed that we wouldn’t use words from before the turn of the century.”
“Nicky has a great memory,” Andy confided to Nile as Joe and Nicky bickered, leaning back with the amused air of a cat who had found its favourite playtoy. “I’m pretty sure he still remembers every word he’s ever learnt.”‘
“And he uses them in Scrabble?”
“Oh yeah,” Booker said grimly. “With great impunity.”
“Let’s play already!” Andy said loudly, downing a glass of something that was hopefully water, given that she’d reached her alcohol quota for the day.
“Can we please stick to modern-day English,” Nile begged.
“Define ‘modern day’,” Nicky said, just as Booker said loudly, “Yes, seconded.”
“Do not bet anything,” Joe advised her in an aside, just as Nicky said to Booker, “Takeaway privileges for a year.”
“You’re on,” Booker said, looking significantly more enthused than he had a moment ago. “Get ready to eat pizza for one whole year, Nicky.”
“This one time, Booker was in charge of takeout dinners and we ate shitty pizza for a whole week,” Joe supplied to Nile. “Nicky never forgave him for it.”
“Oh boy, Nicky’s really playing to win this time,” Andy muttered.
And really, it all went downhill from there.
***
Two spilt beers later, one disagreement about the definition of ‘modern-day’ that had gone to verbally sparring, and one disagreement about slang that had to be taken outside, Nile thoroughly regretted her decision.
“What the fuck is ‘YOLO’,” Andy demanded, actually shaking her fist a little at Joe. “That isn’t a word, Joe.”
“Yes it is,” he argued, waggling his phone. “The Internet says ‘yes’.”
“The Internet is wrong.”
Everyone looked at Nile, who had somehow become the adjudicator and arbiter of justice.
“It’s a word,” she decided. Chaos erupted at the table, as it had for the past half hour.
“See?” Joe crowed loudly. Andy skulled the rest of her not-water and scowled.
“Hmm,” was all Nicky said. The hairs on the back of Nile’s neck stood up slightly, which was vindicated when he considered the tiles in front of him. Several tiles clacked into place on the board. When Nicky sat back, it was with a flourish, that said: Go on. I’ll wait.
Booker leaned over to look, and promptly spluttered in outrage. “That is not a word. Nile, tell him!”
THOT, read the tiles. Nile choked on air.
“My love, are you sure that’s a word?” Joe said, already reaching for his phone.
Andy snorted. “That cannot be a word.”
Nile winced. “It…is? Only in the loosest of senses.” Nile stared at Nicky, who smiled back innocently. “How do you even know this word?”
Nicky shrugged. “When we researching for that job in the nightclub, in Madrid, Booker and I split up the sites we searched for intel.”
“Are you telling me while I had to read ten million dusty newspapers, you were learning young people slang on the Internet?” Booker said incredulously. “Nicky!”
“The intel was good, was it not?”
“Yes, yes, yes but what does it even mean?” Andy groused. “I stopped keeping up to date after the mortals came up with ‘fuck’.”
Everyone looked at Nile. She groaned, but there was no escaping it.
She told them.
***
“No modern day slang,” Andy ground out, while Nile patiently typed up the new rules. “If the word can’t be found in an official dictionary, it’s not going in.”
“Just so you know, some of the slang terms still make it into the official dictionaries,” Nile said.
“I fucking hate modern day words.”
Sometimes Andy and Joe eat popcorn while watching Book work on a mission.
my creation: Booker is asking: “Have you turned on your laptop, Mrs Dubois?”
You were born of a sacrilegious union. Your green dragon mom never figured the knight she seduced while masquerading as a noblewoman was a silver dragon in disguise. You’d no idea either, born a human orphan. When your dragon blood awoke, so did the dangers which all your heritage entails.
“I was born half dragon.”
“Oh shit, what’s the other half?”
“Different dragon.
#“i’m two halfs dragon” “that’s just being a whole dragon” “no”
“im two halves dragon” “thats just being a whole dragon” “YOUD FUCKING THINK SO WOULDNT YOU”
Random Person on Sanctum: So, how long have you guys been together?
Bellamy: Oh, we’re not–
Clarke: Three years. Or over a century, depending how you count.
Bellamy: What?!
Clarke: Yup. Remember when we committed genocide together?
Bellamy: …Yeah…
Clarke: That’s as much of a marriage proposal as marriage proposals get.
Bellamy: *Turns to Random Person on Sanctum, eyes wide, then shrugs* Guess, we’ve been together for three years.
*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love
If you are a Pacifist and do not hold the ability to do real tangible violence you are not a Pacifist, you are HARMLESS.
levels of headcanon:
This is heavily supported by text/subtext and is likely what the creators intended for me to get from this
this is sort of supported by the text and could, conceivably be what the creators intended for me to get from the text/subtext
there is no evidence either way
there is slight evidence against my headcanon, but I don’t care
I’ve stopped giving a crap about canon
Don’t forget the wild card, “This is heavily supported by the text but is nevertheless obviously not what the creators intended.”
Keep up the pressure. They will get away with whatever they want at this rate.
calling aoc a firebrand as if hers is anything but the only reasonable response in this situation. I'm so fed up with this woman being labeled a radical leftist lunatic when she's one of the few politicians I've seen who demonstrate even a modicum of critical thinking and common sense
I’m having The Old Guard feelings.
I really love that moment where Nicky holds the automatic over his shoulder without looking and Joe immediately moves to drop the pistol and take it. It’s a beautiful moment of wordless communication, but also I think it’s Nicky knowing Joe isn’t as good a shot as him. Nicky keeps his pistol, he doesn’t need an automatic. Nicky might even be opposed to automatics bc it takes the *artistry* out of shooting. He’s like someone who refuses to ever use automatic focus on a camera, he wants full control.
But Nicky knows Joe is a melee person who’s kind of an unreliable shot, so he’s looking out for his husband — and Joe knows it too so he takes Nicky’s shade without complaint lol