Open Roads and Kind Fires

I'm Kit. I'm bi/ace, and in grad school in IL. My pronouns are they/them. I reblog fandom stuff and a fair number of social justice warrior posts. And pretty things. And cute animals. That's pretty much it.

[puppygirllaika]

"oh, you're a trans woman? omg you're gonna love this then, it has like, sooooo many drag queens in it!"

[puppygirllaika]

The unspoken subtext of course being "oh you're a trans woman? omg you're gonna love this then, it's also about men that put on costumes and pretend to be women, just like you!"

[puppygirllaika]

From here on out, for every "Not a trans woman, but I love drag!" this post gets I kill a hostage.

[medraut-pen-draig]

on amok time again: they really did "spock experiences primal alien mating drive and murder fuck ritual," and didn't even play with "and this is an excuse to see our prim and proper mr spock get sensual with a lady!". like he expends ALL of his hot dominating fantasy uncontrollable lust rage energy ON KIRK. they wrote that and had ONE chance to make spock have any scandalous, carnal housewife jerk off material romance they wanted with any sexy space woman in the universe, and they chose kirk. when he does interact with a woman he throws a soup at her

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

I love that Jimmy Olsen is exactly the type of photographer Peter Parker pretends to be. Just bat-shit insane.

Whenever someone asks Peter how he took a picture he's like "Oh! I uh-, climmed a flagpole. Totally"

And very mortal, normal-human Jimmy is like "See, Clark, is not that weird"

I mean, look at this nutjob.

The world could be ending, lava on the streets and Jimmy would be out there photographing away. No powers, no sense of self preservation. Just khakis, a camera and a dream.

I like to imagine Peter meeting Jimmy and immediately being mortified about it.

Jimmy: –and so luckily I was able to take the picture before the building collapsed on me... Superman was super pissed at me but, photographer to photographer, it was totally worth it.

Peter: Right, no– See, this is actually my first time hearing how fucking insane that sounds. No wonder people at work look at me weird.

[bigscaryd]

Headcanon: Jimmy is immune to yellow-ring constructs because he doesn't experience fear.

[whimsickool]

I really am tempted to write a Doctor Who fanfiction called Janitor What where the main premise is (while being a pretty major plot hole himself) another timelord who was friends with The Doctor and The Master when they were young on Gallifrey. Only, instead of running in fear or being driven completely mad when forced to stare into The Untempered Schism, he is compelled to clean time and is captive to this illusion that time doesn't have to be so wibbly or wobbly at all. He sort of works as the timelord who actually does his job. Only issue is that his two best friends have gone absolutely off their rockers and he spends most of his time cleaning up their messes. In other words, The Janitor is who patches up plotholes. How did Pete Tyler know to catch Rose in Doomsday? The Janitor. What ever happened to The Valeyard? The Janitor. How are there no Reapers before or after Father's Day? You can thank The Janitor because that's his daleks baby. And The Janitor always shows up in this shipping crate that says Fragile on the side and he's got a tool belt of bullshit like an Ultraviolet Spanner, a Gammaray Hammer, or the Sub-o-matic plunger. Of course, the even better gimmick of it all is when he lands and is asked who the hell he is. I mean it is the very last place one expects to have hired a janitor. Which always prompts a mind boggled, "Janitor? What?"

[astriiformes]

Do you think any of the older members of the Old Guard ever go to natural history museums and stand in the fossil halls for a while, just to be around something ancient enough that it reminds them they all still belong to the tiny sliver of time that constitutes human history, and old enough to actually make them feel young

[astriiformes]

Andy to Booker: Why don't you go touch a 400 million year-old stromatolite and then maybe you'll calm down

[pancakemoney]

calcifer: sophie form an extremely suspicious contract with me

sophie: uh idk man. you’re a demon?

calcifer: but i’m being exploited :c

sophie, her instinct as a low/no-wage worker instantly overriding all sensibilities as a self-aware fantasy character: i guess we have no choice but to unionize

[tygermama]

reblog if you wouldn’t be surprised if the tumbeasts came back

[9musesandanoldmind]

After months I finally made my first Ninth House fanart cause I need nice things? I loved this moment so much (and was actually surprised not finding any fanart of it?). Harrow’s brain went to the most basic meet cute to see Gideon again???? Only The Locked Tomb would insert a fanfic AU into actual canon and I love it for that.

The first one I made from memory and the second one after a proper rearead, my brain is slow so I’m just posting both. No colours cause I’m tired.

[kallistoi]

[image description: two digitally illustrated comics of scenes from harrow the ninth. the first shows barista au gideon standing in front of some coffee pots. she’s wearing a pale collared shirt and has a towel over her shoulder. she grins and says, “let me guess. you take it black.” she hands the coffee to harrow, who is wearing a cohort uniform and blushing with a surprised expression. 

the second shows the same exchange, but starts with harrow in profile being surprised by gideon’s comment. gideon hands her the coffee and their eyes meet. gideon is leaning on the bar with one arm and smiling at a blushing harrow. 

both comics are mostly in black and white, except for harrow’s blush.]

[kishizumi-deactivated20230425]

me: *finishes a task that wasn't on my to-do list*

me: :l

me: *adds the task to the list just to cross it off afterwards*

me: :)

[withered-tears]

You’ve all heard of “Batman accidentally uses his suave playboy voice instead of his intimidating growly one while interrogating a thug” but now I present you: BATMAN ACCIDENTALLY USES HIS TIRED DAD™ VOICE.

I-been-working-on-this-case-for-76-hours-straight-Batman: *sigh* what did you do

Suddenly-guilty-feeling-Riddler: I can explain

[belovedkraken]

Batman: I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.

Crestfallen Two Face: I’m disappointed with me too :(

[gothamlioness1-deactivated20220]

Ok… but imagine if in an au he used it on Red Hood BEFORE he knew it was Jason Todd.

Batman: *sigh* What happened?

Red Hood: It’s not what you think!

Red Hood: …Oh god, it still works on me!

Batman: ….?

[ding-dong-the-bitch-is-dead]

@north-peach @wolfsrainrules

[wolfsrainrules]

LMAO

[theladyragnell]

ficlet prompt! leverage ot3, fake married for the con

Parker has pretended to marry people a lot of times.

Mostly Hardison. It makes sense, usually, with the cons and their ages. So she's been his girlfriend a lot, and his wife a lot. But sometimes there's Eliot, when she needs backup closer, which is fine too, because he makes good midnight snacks when neither of them can sleep while they're sharing an apartment. And one time she was Sophie's wife at a gay wedding they had to infiltrate, and one time she was Nate's trophy wife, which both of them hated and she's planning to never do again.

So now she's Hardison's wife (or she's Eddie Barclay's wife Jenna, but Hardison never keeps up cons when they're alone except as a joke, not like Eliot who always thinks they're being watched or Sophie who thinks it's fun), and he produced a diamond she stole a few years ago set in platinum from one of the places he stashes props he thinks they might need, and it's weird. Because now she kisses Hardison sometimes, and they go on dates, and suddenly she doesn't know how to be married to him anymore.

Sophie is busy with the mark, and Hardison is ordering dinner, so she does the only thing she can think of and shuts herself in the pantry to call Eliot.

“What's up?” he asks as soon as he answers, and a door shuts behind him like he's already on the way in case they're in trouble.

“I'm having an Alice problem,” she says, because that's what it is at heart and he'll know what to do about that.

Sure enough, he heaves a sigh, and a second later, his side of the line gets quieter. “You couldn't call Sophie?”

“She's with Markham.” Parker sits down on the pantry floor. It's dark and cozy and smells a little bit like food because Eliot stocked it for them and he thinks they know way more about cooking than they do. Or he just wants an excuse to cook with all of it when the job is over. With that thought in mind she starts inspecting the shelves, wondering what he's got planned and if it's going to end up on the brewpub menu. “How do I be married to Hardison?”

“You've done it twenty times, Parker. What's the difference now?”

Parker waves a hand. “It's weird! I don't know! We're dating now, I don't know how to be married to him and date him at the same time.”

“You just do what you've done twenty times, and also do whatever you do now.”

“But some of it's the same!”

Eliot sighs again, but he sounds less confused now, at least. Eliot doesn't always understand her, but there are times when he does more than anyone else. “Parker, the Alice problem is always that you don't think your aliases are you, which they are. Some of it's the same. He doing anything you don't want him to do?”

“No.” Hardison never does. There are things he doesn't get about her that Eliot does, but he doesn't ever push.

“Then you're fine.”

“I'm not! I don't like it feeling fake when it's not!” She freezes, wondering how soundproof the pantry is, but Hardison doesn't come knocking, so she's just left wondering what Eliot is going to say.

Eliot doesn't answer right away. He's good at quiet. He's the only one of all of them who is, really. “You and Hardison aren't a con. He knows that. You know that. So you do the con, and you date, and if you do the same things sometimes, it's because sometimes maybe you do things that normal people do.”

Parker wrinkles her nose. “I don't know how to do that, either.”

“Yeah, you do.” Eliot shifts around. He must have found somewhere private and quiet, because she can hear his clothes rustling when he moves. “Is the problem the con, or the dating?”

She wants to say both, but she knows that's unhelpful. “I don't know. I could pretend to marry him when we weren't dating but now I don't like it.”

Eliot doesn't give advice the same way Sophie does. Sophie would probably make sympathetic noises and then she'd blink and she'd be a relationship therapist and she'd say something right that wouldn't fix it but would give her something to do. Half the time, Eliot just groans and tells her she's weird when she asks him about things. If he hasn't already, maybe she's not wrong to worry. “Maybe things have got to change,” he finally says. “You find new ways to pretend to be married.”

“This works. We know how to do this.”

“Apparently you don't.” He clears his throat. “Sophie, when she pretends to flirt with Nate, it's not always the same way she does when it's both of them, right? So you just do that. Maybe talk about it.”

It's not as easy as that, but she doesn't need to say that. Eliot gets it. “I guess,” she says. It's still hard to talk about dates with Hardison without bringing pretzels into it, but it's always the right answer. She's figured out that much, having a team. “Are you still coming over later? Hardison is ordering pizza.”

“All the groceries I ordered for you not good enough?” he asks, but his heart isn't in it. “Yeah, fine, I'll be over later. With some salad.”

“We have Oreos too!” she says, and stands up.

Eliot sighs. “Did I not just say I ordered your groceries?” And then, after a second, “You good now?”

“Probably,” she says. “I'm going to talk to Hardison.”

“You do that,” he says, and hangs up.

Hardison, when she comes out of the pantry, is waiting, looking a little worried but also like he's trying not to be, but he's a really bad liar, at least when he's not on a con. “You good?”

Same question as Eliot, and Parker smiles, because they're both looking out for her, even when she's still figuring out what she needs. “Eliot is coming over for dinner before anybody starts watching us. He says he's bringing the salad.”

“Man thinks I don't know how to take a multivitamin. Which I do, I'll have you know, I don't want scurvy.” He's still watching her carefully, because he probably heard at least some of that. They're thieves. They steal each other's secrets as much as they steal anything else. “I don't have anything to do till the pizza arrives. How about you?”

Her gear is all prepared, and she knows the plan. She doesn't need to do anything right now, and she's getting to know the way Hardison talks around wanting to kiss her or do more. “Nothing to do,” she says, and grins at him till he grins back.

She takes off the fake ring that could maybe be real since he used one of her diamonds and puts it on the table before she kisses him, and sees him notice and decide not to ask yet.

When Eliot shows up most of an hour later, he notices the ring too, but he just nods at her and tells Hardison that maybe he should just eat spinach because it tastes good, multivitamin or no multivitamin.

It's not their place, not their groceries, but right here, this is as real as it gets.

[taliasburns]

DINAH LANCE + RAINBOW | Happy birthday miss kate @smolletts

[dancing-cockroaches]

“Potterheads read a different book” challenge

[hunter-rodrigez]

maybe making consuming pop culture a huge part of your identity was never a good idea to begin with

[what-even-is-thiss]

I read that article. The article was thoughtful and good and ends with a plea to donate to transgender causes. Also people can be obsessed about any number of things. Sometimes it’s because they have ADHD or autism, but sometimes they don’t. And consuming pop culture forms both personal and cultural identity? There are people that form large parts of their identity around sports teams, or making movie-perfect stormtrooper armor. This behavior is normal and you can’t just call it pathetic because it’s something you personally don’t like, especially when the person in question understands the nuances of it and its problems. I am a transgender person for who Harry Potter was a big part of my identity and I am here to say that the cis person who wrote this article knows their place and knows where they are in all of this and understands that there are no easy answers to any of this.

[ravenhilarious]

smug ableist are once again mocking neurodivergent people for our hyperfixations, what else is new

[what-even-is-thiss]

Yeah but also don’t make fun of neurotypical people for having interests either. My grandma is as neurotypical as they come and she knows a lot about and is super into the sitcom Hogan’s Heroes. Human beings have interests. Human beings have interests that they incorporate into their personal identities.

[silkirose]

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:)

[silkirose]

A little update <3

I still read all of your lovely replies! I have not given up on art my friends! I have even started my own webcomic on webtoon! It’s called Seth In Space and it would mean a lot to me if you would support me there! Love you all and happy halloween!!

[silkirose]

I’m so happy to tell you all that I’ve made great progress with my mental health!! To genuinely be able to say that I feel happy is so liberating and free! I know a lot of you are still in that dark place. I’m here to say that it does get better. Much better! I still have some tough days but progress is progress! Be kind and gentle to yourselves. I love you all and thank you to everyone who’s supported me over the years!

Here’s links to my commissions and projects! Commissions Animal Crossing Commissions Animal Crossing Tarot Cards Tarot Readings Seth In Space

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

[jonny-r217]

Love seeing the updates to this post

[raidahblossom]

Imma cry I-

[frankensteinthecollegegraduate]

alright at one point on frankenstein the creature mentions he took one of victor's shirts when he fled the lab and (presumably) wore it. knowing that the creature is seven/eight feet tall, this leaves us with two options:

1. mary shelley just forgot that she gave the creature inhuman proportions

2. victor is built like a brick shit house

I don't know which bothers me more

[moon-riptide]

Have you considered the idea of The Creature wearing a crop top?

[frankensteinthecollegegraduate]

okay valid

[theladyragnell]

(Feel free to only do one of mine - I just had two that immediately jumped into my head LOL) Leverage OT3 - Raised Roots verse AU "Farmer's Market"

Alec Hardison is playing the long game.

He's good with people—being good with people is in fact kind of his job, even if most people are confused that his charms tend to be run as phone apps and computer programs. It gets a lot of people asking if he isn't actually a wizard, which is some kind of offensive, like they think witches can't move with the times.

But the point is that he's a witch, so he gets people, and he gets that he can't just walk up to Parker and ask her out. She would absolutely just take off running, and he is invested in making that not happen. So instead, he snagged the spot next to hers at the farmer's market, and now he's being her friend. Which is great, obviously, he wouldn't want to date her if he didn't think she was cool, it's just that doing it makes him worry if he's being creepy while trying not to be creepy. It's a whole thing.

The other whole thing is the other person in town who is hotter than he has any reason to be and will one hundred percent murder Hardison if he tries to woo him, who is currently standing in front of Hardison's farmer's market booth with a scowl on his face. “Eliot! Hey! How's the ranch?” he says in a totally cool and not at all squeaky tone of voice.

“I think I need a witch,” says Eliot. Growls Eliot, more like, he is more terrifying than anybody's got the right to be. Hardison should probably call Sophie and cry about why he's only attracted to people who could kick his ass, but then she might come to visit and that sounds even more horrifying.

“Sure, man, what kind of charm do you need?”

That's kind of interesting, because Hardison is pretty sure that Eliot doesn't trust witches in the way that people with really shitty pasts who don't like talking about them tend to. Parker's like that too—she likes knowing about his charms, but only if he promises that they've got nothing to do with her. This time, Eliot rolls his eyes in that way he's got like he's rolling his whole head. “I didn't say I need a charm. I said I need a witch.”

Hardison rolls his eyes right back. Two can play at that game. “So what kind of witching do you need? I can stop by once the market's closed down.” Out of the corner of his eye, he can tell Parker is watching. She likes knowing all the gossip, and she is definitely ignoring the people who are trying to buy rhubarb.

“I've got a unicorn.”

He says it like he's got some kind of terrible infectious disease, which is why it takes Hardison a second to realize he's talking about one of the most magical possible things anyone within fifty miles of here has seen or heard of in the past fifty years. “A unicorn? Man, a unicorn? You get all the luck! Hell yeah I'm coming over, do you need to welcome it to the herd or something?”

Eliot makes one of his growly noises. “I want to know why it's here.”

“Clearly you've been deemed worthy or something!” Hardison starts packing up his booth. If there's a unicorn, nobody's going to blame him. “Give me five minutes, and I'll be right with you.”

“I'm coming too,” says Parker, giving up on pretending she isn't eavesdropping, and stares at the rhubarb people until they put it back and walk away before starting to shove produce in boxes.

Hardison looks at Eliot, expecting him to start yelling, but he just kind of sighs and nods like he's not surprised and goes to help her put her stuff away. “I drove into town, you guys can come with me, but we should be fast, who knows how long that thing will stick around.”

“Hey, 'that thing' has decided that you're worthy or some shit, man, I'm pretty sure it will stay,” says Hardison, but he puts things away and grins at the people who are outright staring at the three of them, many of them probably wondering if they can get away with inviting themselves along like Parker did.

But none of them do, and within ten minutes the three of them are stuffed into Eliot's truck, Parker's vegetables and Hardison's supplies strapped down in the back, heading out to the pegasus ranch where few people ever get invited.

Most times when Hardison drives by, there are some of the herd up in the air, high enough for him to see over the line of trees Eliot maintains for privacy. Today, there are none, and when they drive in, all of them are on the ground, and they're surrounding another four-legged creature more the size of a deer than a horse, bright white, with a big horn sticking out of its head. Hardison likes to play it cool, but he's got to admit it's the most magical goddamn sight he's ever seen as he stumbles his way out of the car and makes full-on eye contact with it. It seems pretty chill, for a wild animal.

Within a few seconds, Parker and Eliot have come up on either side of him like they think he's got any idea what to do here, and they're all staring at the unicorn.

“This is a pretty good first date,” says Parker, like that's a totally normal thing to say.

Hardison opens his mouth to say that nobody asked anybody else, but Eliot isn't growling, just looking kind of uncomfortably at the ground, and if this is how the long game pays off, he does not understand it, but he'll take it. “Hell yeah,” he says instead of anything else. “Now let's introduce ourselves to a unicorn.”

[justcatposts]

OH LAWD’ HE COMIN