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@yeetresponsibly
In a better world the muppets would have been treated so much like actual actors that they wouldn’t have been owned by any brand but would have their own individual careers playing roles in various movies regardless of whether they are “muppet movies.” Just any random guy in any random movie could have been kermit like it’s no big deal.
Ok but Zuko using the knowledge he acquired during his banishment to help him as the Fire Lord. Like making small talk with Earth Kingdom dignitaries about their local foods that he enjoyed and even misses. Like having in-depth conversations with his captains about sea currents and navigation. Like, in the middle of a meeting with several high-ranking naval officials, pointing out flails in security, like how a person can cling to a Fire Nation ship for hours at a time, or climb aboard using hatches on the upper decks, or disguise themselves as a lower ranking guard with easily accessible spare armour….
Though none of his experiences can prepare Zuko for the long, awkward silence that comes after he admits to doing or at least knowing something illegal and/or completely buck wild
fire lord zuko: you should maybe revisit the security measures around the water ducts that the sealturtles use
northern water tribe leader: that’s not necessary, no one can survive submerged in the artic ocean for so many minutes
zuko:
zuko: remember that time the fire nation attacked you
Zuko: okay first you have to promise not to get mad
Earth King: Tell me about your first visit to Ba Sing Se.
Zuko:
Hi Will, I know you've been a supporter of trans rights such as being critical of Dave Chappelle and his recent special, but what is your thoughts on JK Rowling?
My first thought is fury. Rage and fury at the pain she gleefully heaps upon people who just want to exist in this world.
Then my thought it sadness for the millions of people (trans, especially) who love Harry Potter, who found comfort and fellowship in the books, movies, and fandom, who woke up one day to find out the woman who created it all is a hateful, ignorant, cruel, despicable person who is beyond redemption.
I've written extensively about separating the art from the artist, especially as it relates to projects that are the result of many hands. In this case, it's not that difficult to separate those wonderful books and everything they meant to my son, from the woman who wrote them.
It breaks my heart that she told this story about a world where someone who is unseen and bullied is actually extremely special, turned out to be this hateful piece of shit.
And I come to feeling so disappointed, which I imagine is nothing compared to the people who rightly feel betrayed.
Which brings me right back to fury. Shame on JK Rowling. I hope she is remembered as this virulent, hateful, cruel, selfish and ignorant bigot who also wrote some books that a generation loved in spite of her. And hopefully her estate makes some efforts to repair the harm she's caused, once she's gone from this world.
Trans people matter. Trans rights matter. I will never back down from this fight to ensure that every trans kid is protected. I will ALWAYS go with you.
Of all Power Rangers actors, Frank had arguably the longest time with the franchise.
I am not okay.
Tommy Oliver was a key part of my childhood. Jason was huge on the convention circuit too, and I always told myself I’d stand in line to meet him “next time.” There’s not a next time now.
I never knew if I wanted to date Tommy, or be him. My fucking heart hurts so much right now.
Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.
*REBLOGS FURIOUSLY*
when your friend knows you have too many wips
@yeetresponsibly asked for five responses to the WIP flower meme, so they’re getting five responses to the flower meme.
From A Hero Lies In You, my 2017 Power Rangers/MCU crossover:
Off to the side, Tommy sighed. “This isn’t how we make friends, AJ.”
“This is how I make friends,” she corrected. “If someone is intimidated by the fact that I can use a weapon better than they can, I would rather know up front.” She grinned at Jason. “Are you intimidated?”
“A little,” he admitted, shrugging. “And intrigued. Does that count too?”
Tommy dragged a hand over his face. “Great. Now I’m a third wheel.”
“Not yet.” AJ patted her twin’s arm and set her bokken aside. “So. Jason. Do you have plans for the rest of your afternoon or was your run the big adventure for the day?”
From the untitled sequel to A Hero Lies In You:
If Zordon could have, he would have facepalmed. Jason knew that look, because it was the same expression that he saw on his own father’s face time and time again. “I am not familiar with this term, ‘fucked,’” Zordon said.
“Oh my god.” Trini hid her face in her arms. “Please don’t tell me we’re going to have the birds and bees conversation with a giant floating head on the wall.”
Billy sat up straighter in his chair. “Oh! I know the answer to this one!” He cleared his throat. “When two people love each other very much-”
“Love is not required,” Zack butted in. “But continue.”
“-And experience sexual attraction to each other, they may choose to use their sexual organs to-”
“BILLY!” Jason, Tommy, AJ, Kim, and Trini all shouted in unison.
From an untitled Star Wars fic, in which Anakin would eventually raise the twins on his own in Tatooine:
While Anakin floated in a bacta tank, the others discussed strategy aboard Bail’s ship.
Padmé smoothed a hand over her stomach. “I will not be able to hide the baby much longer,” she admitted. “The galactic media was already starting to ask questions before all of this. They won’t be safe on Coruscant.”
“None of us are anymore,” Obi-Wan reminded her. “Yoda and I, especially. We will have to disappear.”
“Stopped, the Emperor must be,” Yoda said. “Face him, I will.”
The bodies piled in the Temple flashed through Obi-Wan’s mind. “Allow Anakin and I to help.” Would he plead with his old Jedi Master? Obi-Wan would do what he had to. “Anakin will be better in a few day’s time.”
“No. Along a different path, your destiny lies. Carry the fate of the Jedi, Senator Amidala does.”
Bail glanced between the three of them, confused. “Have I missed something?”
Padmé straightened in her seat, embodying the Senator she was. “The baby is Anakin’s.”
“Master Windu’s last transmission confirmed that Palpatine tried to convert Anakin to the Dark Side,” Obi-Wan continued. “Anakin resisted. If Palpatine found out that Anakin has a child…”
“I will not allow anything to happen,” Padmé agreed. “Jedi or no Jedi.”
Obi-Wan inclined his head towards her. “I agree.”
“So. Keep the child safe you must. To the Emperor I will go.” Yoda bowed his head.
From an untitled Final Fantasy VII Remake fic; Barret at Aerith’s house:
Underneath the plate, with synthetic daylight, such flowers shouldn’t be possible. But, if what Tifa and Cloud said was true, Aerith was something special. The last Ancient. Wanted by Shinra.
A woman who traded herself to save Barret’s daughter.
He followed the path to the top of a small hill, overlooking the property. From here, he couldn’t hear the buzz of the slums beyond, just the stillness of the night. Barret sat on the ground, one knee up, resting his gun arm on his leg. He brought his other hand down, palm flat in the grass, fingers digging for purchase in the damp soil.
And he breathed.
And he listened.
The other AVALANCHE members never quite believed that Barret could actually hear the cries of the planet. Cloud, certainly, brushed it off as the delusions of a fanatic leader. But Barret knew the truth in his bones. The planet was in pain, dying, because of Shinra’s mako energy. They had to be stopped, and to hell what it cost him.
Barret assigned himself the planet’s protector. He led the others, willingly tore himself away from his daughter and put his life in danger, so the planet might survive.
Here, in Aerith’s garden, the planet whispered back to him.
From the original attempt at the fake medium/real ghost prompt - this would be too long to finish in time for Chocolate Box, so I wrote Preserving Life Is As Good As Dying instead:
Riley Sloane believes in ghosts. The evidence is overwhelming; there’s definitely something happening in the afterlife.
She just can’t see them. Or communicate with them.
Her business cards say otherwise: Riley Sloane, Medium for Hire. A real life Ghostbuster. Her parents, if they’d stuck around, might have been proud of her.
It’s not that she lies to people, exactly. Over the years, Riley’s learned that people aren’t listening for what you say, but for what they want to hear. They’re looking for closure, forgiveness, an apology. Riley gives it to them and pockets a paycheck at the same time.
Everyone wins.
Logically, she knows this sweet gig can’t last. Eventually, someone will figure out her truth and she’ll have to get a “real” job. Work at a bank, slave away at a cubicle and despise her life. But not yet.
Right now, she makes her own rules. She pays her bills and deals in the occult at the same time. There’s always a market for mediums, Riley’s found. Someone always wants to say goodbye, clear the air, get one last message from their loved ones.
Perhaps she should feel guilty about lying to them.
She doesn’t.
No one ever bothers to look out for her, so it’s time Riley looks out for herself.
I love fake medium/ real ghost. I stand by my immediate reaction
There’s fanfiction…. And then there’s FANFICTION. The kind of shit you happen upon at like 3am or some other ungodly time because you were trying to find a fix for ur fixation at the time and you are just SUCKED IN and every sentence feels like a line of cocaine and it has quotes and imagery that permeate your brain and it’s the shit that sticks around in your consciousness forever and it never goes away and it’s always going to be one of Those Fics.
Mr. The Frog we all agreed that a celebrity is not a people
The Muppets have one (1) collective brain cell between them and 90% of the time, Kermit has it.
Mutuals you would share your fresh baked bread with 🥰
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
I’ve never been so attached to literal trash before
I am similarly attached to the sentient trash. Can't wait to take him on little adventures
I’d be down to play this more realistic life version in a heartbeat.
“How bad?”
“Rent’s paid up for the month, but... I’ve got 2000₽ to my name... I guess I can apply for food aid?.”
“Yeah... Shit’s rough, but that’s gotta be your first move.”
“I... I don’t even know why they laid me off.”
“Listen dude, automation’s come a long way. Not your fault the robots came for you first.”
“Ha.”
...
“Well... This could be your chance to finally start training pokemon.”
“Shut up.”
somebody once trolled me, successfully rickroll’d me
im not the sharpest n00b in the thread…
I was typing kind of dumb WITH THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON ON.
i bet u thought this post was finally dead
well the memes start coming, and they dont stop coming
grabbing all the breadsticks, I’ll leave the shop running
didn’t make sense not to live for
gun
your left side’s beef but your pizza none
So much to post so much to see so much John Cena on my live feed
very meme, such impress. how u learn these knows. so amaze. wow.
YOU’RE A MEME STAR
HEY NOW
HERE COME DAT BOI
O shit. Waddup.
And that dress was white and gooold
Everybody craves those mineralllllls.
this is it. this is the best post on this hell site.
I sang the whole thing
It’s the post
i thought this was just a myth
Star Wars: A New Hope (1977)
Dir. George Lucas
Hey look, it's that fucker in the vest
I know its suppose to be “its gonna be may” but idk why
hometowns have a thousand little ghosts pushing through the pavement that trip you up wherever you go how are we meant to live like that
on my way out of my hometown i’m torn between: “i have too many ghosts here” and “i don’t have enough ghosts anywhere else”.. a haunting doesn’t always have to be bad. it can be a light in my childhood best friend’s window after she moved away seven years ago.. it can be the smell of lilacs in spring that just don’t smell the same in another state.. it can be seeing an old classmate’s parent in line at the grocery store and being given a hug. there are small joys in tripping over my ghosts. sometimes the ghosts love me as much as they hate me.. but either way they’re proof i’ve lived. i left a fingerprint on the world here. small as it might be..
“Why should rich people pay more” because fuck ‘em
“So you are okay for paying more when you have money” I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘em’ when relevant
“I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘‘em’ when relevant” is surprisingly powerful as both a statement and philosophy
