fighter.lover.nerd

I am ftm trans boy with he/him/his pronouns, an aromantic asexual, lots of love but so much little space in my heart, and a nerdy brain

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[theconcealedweapon]

[nigelgraz]

Artists making OCs be like hi look at this guy i made up he looks a lot like me and i gave him all my quirks and trauma responses and i'm making him go through the worst pains imaginable everyday. I won't be unpacking this

[animentality]

[bitethebullets]

the loss of the audio jack is due to puritan culture hating on penetration

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[lerabova]

 —   ⁺  𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈  ,  1992  [ #1340 GIFS ]  MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS S1 /  anna sawai is japanese, please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to access the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own hunts! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!

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[writing-prompt-s]

Wizards live in towers, Princesses are kept captive in towers. You, a mage of wandering interests, come back to find half your towers upper floors occupied by a bored young woman. There are worse ways to find an apprentice.

[kitten-kokomo]

The princess shrugs lightly, a motion I can tell has been practiced to perfectly and elegantly portray nonchalance. “They thought the tower was abandoned. Nobody’s been seen in it for years.”

“Years?” I frown, then groan. “Blasted time-distortion.” I had been so sure that my trip to the pocket dimension of Alimar would last no more than a few days, but if I had calculated wrong, it was always . Alas, that luck potion I was saving for my birthday must be spoiled by now. Regardless, time marches on, and so must I, as I’ve done for centuries.

“Well,” I say, addressing the princess again–in my distraction, she had turned to inspecting a runed globe on my desk. “The tower is once again occupied, so you need to leave.”

The princess frowned at me. “Do you understand the meaning of imprisonment?” Her voice was more bitter than I had expected of such a slight princess, her green eyes sharper, and I mentally scolded myself for making the assumption.

“This is my tower, and I have the keys. The door is unlocked.” I jerk my head towards the stairs. “Off with you.”

“Oh.” The princess takes a step towards the stairs, then stops. “I don’t think my family will know where to find me if I leave.”

I roll my eyes. “There should be some coin in the little dish next to the doorway. Take it and you can send a message to them, or hire someone to take you, or whatever you need.”

The princess does not move. It’s frankly a bit rude. She shuffles her feet, and says in a voice that’s a bit smaller now, unpolished and rambling and authentic, “Are you sure? It’s just, I’ve been reading your books, and they seemed really interesting, and I thought maybe you might need some help, and I know I don’t seem like it, but I could sweep or cook or–“

I hold up a hand, and she falls silent. “Are you asking for an apprenticeship?”

She nods eagerly, and her eyes are bright. I look her over, considering. She does seem tolerable, and it’s true, I could use some help cleaning this place up after years of disuse. Then again, she was most certainly no expert in cleaning, no matter what she said.

“A trial basis,” I decide after a long moment. “For the next week, you’ll help me cook, clean, and otherwise repair my tower. If I decide you’re useful, you can stay on as long as you wish.”

“And you’ll teach me magic?” That sharpness is back. I decide I rather like it–shows she has spirit in her.

“I’ll teach you alchemy,” I correct gently. “Your first task is to clean my quarters. There’s a stream outside, down the path, where you can wash the bedclothes. Then you can find yourself a suitable room to make your own quarters, and get started on dinner.” I turn with a sweeping motion of my cloak, as she springs into motion.

“You won’t regret this,” she promises, fiercely, and for a moment I think of a younger version of myself.

“See that I don’t,” I say, because what else can I say? The princess–no, my apprentice, heads for my chambers, and I call out a quick “wait.”

She freezes.

“Do you have a name? Or shall I just call you Girl?”

My apprentice turns. “Aygmare,” she answers. “My name is Aygmare.”

“See that you sweep for spiders, Aygmare,” I tell her.

[writing-prompt-s]

Wizards live in towers, Princesses are kept captive in towers. You, a mage of wandering interests, come back to find half your towers upper floors occupied by a bored young woman. There are worse ways to find an apprentice.

[sparring-spirals]

“Yes, friend.”

“I would love for you to… see the sunrise, so if you have a good explanation, we would like to hear it.”

Christ, Caleb is not pulling any punches.

[dorothylarouge]

Star Wars fans are enormous fucking babies incapable of processing or discussing anything intended for consumption or analysis by adult humans. What the fuck do you mean the fascist genocidal empire wouldn't tolerate sexual assault. What do you mean Darth Vader wouldn't tolerate it. He's not a fucking HR manager, he murders people!

[cryptid-sighting]

Darth Vader force choked his pregnant wife

[mistergalaxywide]

SWT is a hack and a hate grifter, he and his ilk should never be listened to for anything

[chronicowboy]

i love andor's refusal to be subtle in the face of rising fascism. it's not complex metaphors for the audience to unpick. it's a kick in the fucking teeth. a banner and blaring alarms. THIS IS WHERE WE ARE. THIS IS WHERE WE'RE HEADING. it's knowing there's a time and place to be gentle and knowing the here and now needs us shouting from the rooftops. it's using energy independence, that thing tr*mp harps on about, as a cover for building the death star. it's a bunch of powerful empire officials brainstorming ways to colonise a planet for capitalist gains. it's the pomp and circumstance of the upper classes used to distract from the grit and ruin of the everyday. it's the visa inspection of harvest workers. it's the brutal abuse of power over "illegals" to the point of dehumanisation. but more than that. more than that. it's people working together against these forces of tyranny. it's kellen running around trying to keep them from the troopers. it's mon mothma trying to save her daughter. it's talia putting her legal status on the line to help them. it's brasso trying to save wilmon. it's wilmon running all the way home to help bix. it's cassian choosing home over orders. it's bix fighting for her fucking life rather than giving in. it's the fight. it's the people.

[calkestis]

#rebellions are built on hope alcohol consumption that makes the unbearable weight of a fascist regime somehow manageable 

[daughter-of-sapph0]

i love how equally horrifying and challenging all four storylines in andor are.

cassian: youre working for the rebellion, but the plan goes wrong. you get caught in the middle of leftist infighting and chained up like a dog. you escape because the unorganized kids decided to solve their problems with space rock paper scissors. you then get stranded in space with no communications and make it to your location a week late

mon: your tradwife daughter is getting married to a friend of a friend because you needed money so the empire wouldn't arrest you. you find out your friend is going through a divorce and also likely knows too much, so your rebel ally suggests that he gets assassinated. your shitty husband accuses you of being unfaithful. you try to tell your daughter that she can call off the wedding if she wants, but she calls you embarrassing. your only option is to get shit faced drunk and dance at the reception

bix: you're with a group of refugees from a destabilized planet finding farm work, even though you're technically illegal and without visas. (im sure this has no real world parallels at all. after all, there's no politics in star wars). ice shows up and you have to try and avoid getting caught. you can't get in touch with your boyfriend. one of the ice agents tries raping you, so you kill him. the farmer protecting you ends up selling out your friend to save his own ass, and then your friend ends up dead. all this while you're dealing with trauma and ptsd from being tortured a year ago

dedra: you have to meet your shitty boyfriends even shittier mother

[peachandpinwheel]

me: oh yay Andor is back what's going on gang

Andor: undocumented immigrants are facing sexual violence every day. left wing infighting will get everyone killed. rich people buying back things stolen by colonists is still an act of colonialism.

me: right so just a light season then