Post canon Toph who doesn’t want to go back to her shitty parents so she just decides to stay in the Fire Nation and bum off Zuko’s hospitality.
Zuko’s like no, yeah, I totally get it, and just makes her one of his advisors. At first it’s just so she has a good excuse to stay but after the first meeting Toph storms out shouting about how EVERYONE was lying why would you even need to lie about what kind of tea you want??
Zuko: I mean they’re politicians…..but also who, and when, and in what way
They make a subtle Morse code system so Toph can warn him when someone is lying to him without tipping anyone off that she can sense lies.
Zuko gets a reputation for somehow being both extremely socially inept and yet somehow disgustingly perceptive?? You can’t get ANYTHING by him???
#my lord what EXACTLY is ms Beifongs role in these meetings #a nervous nobleman asks after the third time she interrupts them with stupid commentary #zuko with perfect deadpan: she’s my scribe
So Sweden used to give random citizens control over the official @Sweden Twitter account for like a day/week/month or whatever. As you can see why, it didn’t last long
what do you mean it didn't last long they did this for like seven years between 2011 and 2018 they didn't stop doing it because someone tweeted about cock sdfgsdfgsdfgsdf they kept doing it for four more years after this
Look folks. The 80-year-old leather daddies that you see marching in our Pride parade in MPLS with a huge Leather Pride flag watched a ton of their friends die while our government and our society laughed at them. Their Leather families were sometimes their only families. 1/
People who are too young to remember AIDS need to take several steps back and learn some queer history. Those folks deserve our respect, and deserve our collective joy that they can be who they are now, and our collective grief that so many of them are gone.2/
Queers have been indicating to each other through various means since forever that they are queer whether it's where they're wearing their keys, or what color their bandana is, because they were afraid of getting killed by people If they were more overt, and rightfully so. 4/
Pride is the only time where we get to collectively publicly celebrate our queer elders who died so that we could stand here, and take advantage of the full freedom they fought for, such as it is. Erasing kink and especially Leather from Pride erases parts of our history. 5/
If you don't like it, don't go. If you don't want to have conversations with your kids about our dead elders and why those leather daddies are dressed like that, don't go. There are kid-friendly events all over the place. But corporate Pride is not our history. 6/
A lot of people want to enjoy the benefits that our elders fought and died for, without honoring the history, and frankly it's fucking gross. And it's gross that so many people are so loudly proclaiming their ignorance, and their lack of love for our elders. 7/
If you think Leather and kink don't have a place at Pride, you are not my ally. Just say you want to have a big party with all of the free stuff, and a giant parade, without having to learn anything about our history, and leave.
But also look the hell around you. Our enemies are already turning on us. They don’t actually give a shit, and appeasing them does not make you safer: they see the weakness, smell the blood in the water, and start taking you - us - down by pieces.
It is happening right now. And yes, there are ways we can push back but you need to wake the fuck up to who is actually out to get you. And it isn’t the leather and kink elders who fucking built Pride in the first place.
The leather and kink elders are our tanks when shit gets violent. They're the reason so many of us survived. They're often the ones standing between the cops and the violent bigots and the rest of us. Don't you dare tell them they have no place in our community!
When your boyfriend suggested a hike, you were quick to agree. Things hadn't been going well between the two of you, so you hoped this would be a chance to talk. Little did you know, your boyfriend had already made up his mind about dumping you, quite literally in the middle of nowhere.
You got a leg cramp and had to sit down for a while. The sun was setting, so he said he'd go to the top of the ridge and see how much farther there was to go. You had your suspicions but in the end, you trusted him, and what a mistake that was.
He's gone before you can even call his name. For a long time you sit there in shock, rubbing the tight muscles in your leg, trying not to panic. You have a map, but you hardly know how to use it. Hiking isn't your thing, and you can't remember the way back. You get to your feet and hobble up the ridge, hoping you'll be able to spot him, but he's already gone. Tears start to well in your eyes as rage swells in your chest. This is it. If you somehow make it back safely, you're going to end things with him. He's going to regret his actions, beg and tell you that he didn't mean it, that he didn't realize you'd fallen so far behind. He's done it before, just not on this scale.
He probably wants me dead. That dark thought seeps into your mind and you swipe the tears from your cheeks. You're not just going to sit here and accept your fate. You take a step forward.
SNAP.
You pause at the sound of a twig breaking. That wasn't you.
"H-hello?" You call out into the growing darkness, squinting as the sun fades and takes the last of the light with it.
You didn't think this hike would be so long and you didn't bring a source of light, and your phone somehow ended up with your boyfriend.
"Is someone out here?" You try again. "Hello–"
Something warm bumps against your hand and you scream and pedal backwards, falling on your ass.
"Sorry," a voice whispers in the dark. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh my god, so I'm not the only one out here. Can you help me?" The adrenaline racing through you causes you to speak too quickly, without thinking.
What if this isn't a good person? What if they're out here looking for victims who are lost and alone? A chill comes over you, especially when you realize the person is in the dark, same as you.
"Are you lost?" They ask.
You listen to the way they speak. They have an odd accent and a lisp that makes their words end in a hiss.
"I..."
"It's okay, I'll help you."
Something touches your hand. Fingers entwine with yours and pull you up from the ground. Their fingers end in sharp curves. Claws?
"What–" you try to pull your hand away, but they hold on tight.
"Careful, you might fall," they murmur.
Something clunks and rattles.
"What's that?" You peep out, unsure whether to cling to them for safety, or run because they are the danger.
"My bones," they say softly.
You don't realize how scared you are until you take a breath and it turns into a sob.
"P-please don't hurt me," you say meekly. "I just want to go home. My boyfriend left me–"
"Shhh, I know, and I won't hurt you. Not you," the voice says.
You stumble along in the dark, fearfully clinging to their too-long fingers and sharp claws. The moon is little more than a sliver in the sky, and the most you can make out of the thing beside you is their freakishly tall form and antlers on their head that are strung with tiny bones like a wind chime. The bones rattle every time they turn their head to look at you. You snap your eyes away, your heart pounding in your chest.
You don't dare say anything else for the next five minutes. Suddenly your feet hit asphalt, and you stumble. They catch you, but you hear your shirt rip as their claws shear through. They readjust and grab your arm instead, apologizing.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt," you murmur.
A highway stretches before you, dipping towards the starry horizon. Insects buzz and the wind is a whispered howl in the trees.
"A car will come," the being says. "This land traps people. Please don't return."
"Are you trapped?" You ask.
They're silent for a while. "I'm used to it," they reply.
You hear the distant sound of an approaching car.
"Be safe," they say hastily. "I must go."
As headlights crest over the hill, you catch a glimpse of their lumbering form and pointed antlers as they slip back into the trees. You manage to hitch a ride and get home safely. You find your boyfriend huddled in a corner of the living room, looking like he's seen a ghost. His backpack is ripped to shreds, clawed in the same way that your shirt is, except he looks like he's had a much more violent experience.
He's shocked to see you're alive and barely protests when you kick him out of your house. He keeps asking what happened to your shirt, and if you saw it too. He tells you he's afraid it's going to come back and kill him and he's almost mad with fear. He runs off with his phone glued to his ear, and you have a feeling this is the last time you'll see him.
Pixel post dividers for everyone! It's not much, but feel free to use them if you'd like.
I don't know the ideal size for these, so let me know if they're too tall. I can make them a bit shorter next time.
Funny when someone introduces you to something, you get really into it, and then they lose all interest in it. Oh so you’re just going to abandon me at the party you invited me to. Dude you were my ride.
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