Star Wars: The Clone Wars Chronological Order

How I sleep at night knowing that loving toxic and fucked up characters/ships does not reflect my real life morals in any way:

thanks @im-literally-just-sitting-here for the idea

"There's been a Wachowski protecting this town for more than 50 years!"

Hello hello! I was more than a little inspired by @lookinghalfacorpse‘s post about pinning butterflies. I had this image of Sam talking to someone about his new… “hobby” and the double meaning of it.

Can I please write a fic about this? (With credit, of course)

Here’s a concept: Natural-born avians don’t exist. 

All avians were born without wings or feathers or annoying birdbrain instincts. They all used to be human, or something similar. And then something happened that caused them to Fledge. 

All avians are connected to death, or chaos, or catastrophe. 

Philza is one of the greatest hardcore players ever. He’s so renowned that he claims the plainspeak name of the universe as his own: Philza Minecraft. (For someone so good at living, dying must have felt like the end of the world.)   He’s successfully courted Lady Death herself. His wings are the color of the dragons he’s fought over and over again, and the endless expanse of the void. His wings are the same shifting shades of inky darkness as the shimmering folds of Death’s dress. 

Grian is… a bit of an enigma. He vanished from his old server (he was kidnapped, or so the rumors say) and when he resurfaced it was with brightly-colored wings sprouting from his back. He doesn’t fear death (look at the games he plays) and he’s an agent of chaos. His feathers make sense, even if no one can pin down exactly when and why he Fledged. 

TommyInnit doesn’t have wings, not yet, but’s close. There’s feathers in his hair (white, for the innocence of youth long since stolen) and his dreams are filled with clouds and starlight. He has died and come back. He is at a tipping point. He might Fledge. He might not. Only time will tell. 

Scott Smajor is luckier than most, or else he’s something entirely new. How many people win a game of death and take snowy white owl’s wings as their prize? (Owls aren’t known for their loyalty. Perhaps they should be.) But that is another world, another time, and although Smajor has always been different, perhaps this is too different. 

Jimmy’s Fledging has been imminent for a long time now. He’s always at the forefront of disaster, an unwitting herald of swiftly approaching doom. One more world-ending disaster is all it takes, and the next time he awakes there’s golden feathers in his bed and wings the color of sunlight swelling beneath his skin. (Sing, poor canary, and don’t you dare stop.)

LOOK AT THE LITTLE CANARY IN THE CARROT CAKE!! I just thought he was a small but nice detail

(Martyn thumbnail for limited life session 7)

My favourite part is when Aziraphale realises that the Metatron was trying to trick him and tells him to fuck off and that he'll never rob him of the wonderful life he and the love of his life have built together and then runs towards Crowley and throws himself into his arms and kisses him.

International Asexuality Day!!

Today, the 6th of April, is international asexuality day.

It’s only the 3rd year of celebration, as the day was recognised in 2021!!

It’s worldwide effort to recognize the asexuality community and promote understanding of the asexual spectrum, including all umbrella identities!!

i know, i know