Wait.

tubbo is a soldier. it’s in the way he stands, in the way he checks his exits, in the way he speaks, in the way he lives everyday of his life. it doesn’t matter how long he grows his hair out, if his uniform hasn’t been touched in years, if he’a thrown away his promise to fight for liberty. it doesn’t matter how much he distances himself from it, he cannot escape

ranboo watches his stance change infront of quackity, he notices the change of speech and the way he carries himself. he watched tubbo and tommy do the same infront of dream in the bunker. he watches him look for the way out in every room he enters. he watches him make escape ways in the builds he makes. he knows his husband and he knows that people who haven’t been scarred don’t do that. he’s watched tommy, niki, fundy and jack all do the same

tubbo’s uniform is neatly packed away in a box along with any reminder he has of the past soldier he was. it all sits there in the storage closet, his uniform, his off duty jacket, the half burnt flag all folded up. it’s all there on the top shelf of his closet, pushed as far back into the corner it’ll go, out of arms reach. when he saw wilbur back from the dead, he locked the closet door. he cannot be a soldier again

he’s too much of one as it is

c!Dream is a tragic villain, not in the sense that he was molded into a terrible person by forces outside of his control, but in the way that every single decision he’s ever made has been the worst one possible. Like, he was respected, he had friends, he had so much going for him. But instead of being content, instead of quitting while he was ahead, he chose to be a child abusing mass murderer, and every step of the way you’re just left asking Why? Why would you throw away your life like this? How can you be this stupid? How don’t you hurt? And it’s awesome.

I just read that Donald Trump and his circus took down a website called reproductiverights.gov

This was a website to help women learn about their reproductive rights in the US and to find health care.

This is absolutely disgusting so I’ll share in this post some resources in case you need them:

https://www.nichd.nih.gov/

Contraception and Birth Control Resources

Links to websites of groups that study or provide information about contraception and birth control.

Reproductive Freedom for All

Resources for Accessing Abortion Care

Browse resources for accessing abortion care: find providers, get information and advice, access abortion funds, legal advocacy and more.

plancpills.org

PLAN C: Abortion pills by mail in every state

Plan C is an information resource for self-managed, at-home abortion with pills. Learn how people in the U.S. are accessing abortion pill op

National Abortion Federation

Home - National Abortion Federation

The National Abortion Federation (NAF) is the professional association of abortion providers in North America. We believe that women should

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/learn

I really want to see Possessed Philza because

A) Eggza would be absolutely fucking terrifying. Bad and Ant are scary on a surface level because they want to infect people, but they’re really just a couple of chaos gremlins. Phil? Oh Phil is war hardened, Phil is a tactician. The server wouldn’t last a fucking week.

B) Can you fucking imagine how Techno would react? Phil means the absolute world to him, just picture the angst of Techno confronting a possessed Philza and potentially having to fight his best friend/father. He’d turn the server upside down to find a cure

Hoy me duele Lima

Hoy me duele Lima,

y hoy me duele Italia.

Hoy me duele Argentina,

y también Australia.

Hoy me duele las vidas que no llegué a vivir.

Hoy me duelen las mentiras que no llegué a decir.

Hoy me duelen las noches por las que he llorado.

Hoy me duelen las tardes en que me he alegrado.

Hoy me duele Lima, la Lima con esplendor.

Hoy me duele Lima, la Lima con amor.

Hoy me duelen las noches estrelladas.

Hoy me duelen los días y las tardes desoladas.

Hoy me duele Lima, pero la Lima que me ha amado,

no la que nunca estuvo de mi lado.

catharsis

Will is a little nervous, coming in this room. Again. It’s always a different mix of emotions, but some key ingredients are the same: thrill, anticipation, sadness. This time the cocktail is a true masterpiece: thrill, anticipation, conviction, confidence, only a drop of sadness. The only really new ingredient in all of this is fear, and it kind of ties it all together, adds the needed spice to the mix. Will lingers for a bit, analyzing the taste of the imaginary cocktail. There’s something else. Just… a dash of uncertainty. It’s not about the act, but it’s in the air, ruining his experience. What a shame.

“Will. What are you doing?”

Phil’s voice sounds so, so familiar. Maybe decades ago he said this exact phrase in this exact tone, when Will was stealing something from the kitchen. Weird how some things don’t change. 

Will is glad to hear his voice. It means that it all goes according to plan. It means that he won’t leave this room. The uncertainty is gone. 

Will is deafened by the sound of the explosion, his breath is heavy and uneven, partially because of excitement, partially because the air is filled with dust, but right there, right then, he has a moment of absolute clarity. It all makes sense to him, all of his questions have answers, he comes up with a name for his cocktail — “catharsis”. It has a wonderful sweet aftertaste of satisfaction. 

There’s only one more thing to do. Will has done it a thousand times before, especially when Phil would catch him doing something he “shouldn’t be doing”. Ask nicely. Phil is surprisingly bad at saying “no”.

Weird how some things don’t change.

wilbur lied

oh my god, he told phil he won the election

he lied to phil and phil didn't know oh my god i sympathize with phil a lot more now actually

I think the most tragic part of Law’s character is that for so long he didn’t believe in unconditional love.

He thinks Rosinante saved him because he’s a D. He thinks he has to repay Rosinante for his sacrifices to mean something, when all Rosinante wanted was for Law to be free. Sengoku telling Law "don’t try to find a reason for someone’s love" truly hits like a punch to the gut because it’s so impactful—so fucking important. It completely shatters Law’s view of love (and life) and how it must be transactional.

Finally, he realizes that Rosinante just loved him. There was no debt to be paid, no expectation. He can love and be loved without reason.

Vino y sangre

La música suena. Los invitados bailan. Los hombres ríen y las mujeres cantan. Se escucha un disparo, la sangre corre, las mujeres gritan, los hombres luchan. El enemigo ha llegado, con pistolas, bombas y sed de sangre. El palacio ahora está cubierto de sangre y vino, el bello color azul de las cortinas ahora esta manchado por un hermoso carmesí. El enemigo se ríe, sabe que todo se ha acabado, sabe que acabo la guerra y que él es el ganador. Ya no hay nadie que luche, nadie que le recrimine por la sangre en el suelo, ya no hay nada.

La chica llora, sabe que la encontraran, sabe que el enemigo está cerca y que pronto deberá luchar. Pero también sabe que no podrá hacer nada. Reza por su hermano y por su padre. No le importa el hecho de que no va a ganar cuando luche, mientras sea tiempo suficiente para que su familia escape. Agarra el cuchillo con fuerza y se pone de pie. El enemigo ha llegado. Y el momento de luchar también.