people still dont understand what freedom of speech is, christ
1. Freedom of speech means the government cant prosecute you for shit you say, and it does NOT include threats or incitement 2. Freedom of speech is not the right to be heard. Literally nobody has any obligation to give someone a platform to speak
Being banned from a website for perpetuating Nazi ideology is not a violation of free speech
the most often missed and most important words are “congress shall make no law”
It's little moments like the elevator scene that I remember these guys are teenagers :) and that they will have to live with the trauma of basically being the front line soldiers in an intergalactic war at the age of 13. I'm really liking these books,
I honestly love the weird little moments of party banter where the kids all stand around and talk about whether they’ve seen any good movies lately or anything, because you’re SO RIGHT, they’re babies and it’s so clear in those moments. These poor tiny teens, someone get them a therapist. And then get that therapist a therapist. Honestly this is just a spiraling fractal line of therapists hearing terrible trauma.
Wait
….
They won! Holy smokes THEY ACTUALLY WON A BATTLE! THERE WAS A LITTLE DISMEMBERMENT BUT THEY WON!!!
Aaaaaah, yay, I didn’t actually expect anyone to do this.
Ship Grade: A+ (OTP) | A (I love it) | B (It’s really cute) | C (Not a bad ship) | D (I’m neutral on it) | E (I don’t really like it) | F (NOTP) | N/A (Don’t know it well enough)
I believe I’ve mentioned that, first of all, I’m an absolute sucker for complementary superpowers and Girl On Fire/Fireproof Demon Hero is consequently my exact shit, and, second of all, I really like ships where they click so well in combat, and, third of all, the whole dynamic of “I lit a whole room on fire and killed a thousand demons for you”//”I low-key almost ended the world for you and then probably threatened the angel of death to make it give you back” is MY WHOLE LIFE.
Oh, and of course I’m hilariously into the mutual pining that’s going on there.
JFC TOM!!!! MY BOY!!!! HE DIDN"T THEM TOUCJHING JAKEEEE!
LISTEN I WILL CRY WITH YOU FOREVER ABOUT TOM AND HOW MUCH THE ONLY THING HE WANTS ANYMORE IS FOR THE YEERKS TO LEAVE HIS LITTLE BROTHER ALONE, THAT’S ALL HE WANTS, GOD, I’M GOING TO CRY.
Book 6 was so good! I loved that Yeerk perspective! Tom THO!!!
No one loves the animorphs as much as me is what I’m learning today
You lie, I will fight you for that title.
You actually have a lot of animorphs content on your blog so based on that alone you may win however I am currently hand-writing an spn animorphs au at work soooo
I’ll see you with the fact that I hand wrote this Animorphs/Avengers crossover fic five years ago on a road trip with my best friend, and raise you the fact that I own the entire series hard-copy.
Hi hello I am entering this contest unsolicited with the fact that I have dragged at least three (QUESTIONABLY FOUR but that second anon is elusive, and I don’t know how many people actually took my recommendation outside of those people) adult humans into reading this series within the past eight months and am writing a fifty part series of miscellaneous Animorphs fics from that one prompt list.
I LOVED these books back when they came out. I used to save up all my hard earned babysitting money to buy the newest book as soon as it came out because the library never got it right away and there was always a huge waiting list. I gave up reading them sometime around December 1998 because it seemed like the story was never going to conclude, it was just going to be more and more and more and more books. I actually didn’t realize that it had an end until seeing people talk about Animorphs on my dash. I should see if my mom still has my copies in her basement. Now I want to see how it ends, lol.
A+: OTP A: I love it B: It’s really cute C: Not a bad ship D: I’m neutral on it E: I don’t really like it F: NOTP N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough
No one loves the animorphs as much as me is what I’m learning today
You lie, I will fight you for that title.
You actually have a lot of animorphs content on your blog so based on that alone you may win however I am currently hand-writing an spn animorphs au at work soooo
I’ll see you with the fact that I hand wrote this Animorphs/Avengers crossover fic five years ago on a road trip with my best friend, and raise you the fact that I own the entire series hard-copy.
Hi hello I am entering this contest unsolicited with the fact that I have dragged at least three (QUESTIONABLY FOUR but that second anon is elusive, and I don’t know how many people actually took my recommendation outside of those people) adult humans into reading this series within the past eight months and am writing a fifty part series of miscellaneous Animorphs fics from that one prompt list.
do you think that during the scene where harry and corlath sit at the fountain he was like holy shit holy shit holy shit she's holding my hand holy shit and then later was like sheheldmyhandsheheldmyhandsheHELDmyHAND and one of the riders (probably mathin) was like im gonna tell this story at your wedding
Well, as we all know, the exact order of people who realized that Harry and Corlath were in love* was:
The Riders
The hafor
Bystanders at the laprun trials
Sungold
Corlath, probably immediately after she took his mask at the trials
Gonturan
The City hafor
Random City folk
Various Damarian soldiers, including Senay and Terim at different times
Luthe/Aerin
Jack Dedham
Random Outlanders following mad Harry into battle
Kentarre and her archers
Richard Crewe, probably because Jack tells him
Small animals on the side of the path
Passing birds
Thurra probably????
MAUR THE BLACK DRAGON, DEAD THESE MANY CENTURIES
PEOPLE IN SUNSHINE, WHO AREN’T EVEN IN THE SAME UNIVERSE
Harry
*Narknon is not included because, as it has no bearing on her life besides the improvement of her porridge quality, she maintains catlike, disdainful disinterest
So what I’m saying is: yes, yes he does. And at their wedding Mathin, in his capacity as Harry’s stand-in entire family, presents her as the Daughter of the Riders and tells the entire assembled city about how it took a fight, a mutiny, a war, a miracle, and a near-death experience for Harry to see what was right in front of her nose, and in the meantime their noble king was blushing like a teenager after so much as touching her hand.
Honestly, my goal is to build a life, and career, where I’m not constantly waiting for the weekend. I don’t want to live that way, where I hate five days of the week because I hate my life and job so much, that the only relief I get is Saturday and Sunday. I want to enjoy my life, and not wish it away every week. I want each day to matter to me, in some way, even some small way. I want to like my life, all of it, not just my life on the weekend.
Yes to your Jake headcanon. 'Big Jake' to me always meant that he was broad shouldered and tall and just solid (which means Tom was probably even taller if he called him midget but that could have also been a big brother teasing thing). No offense to anyone if they want to headcanon Jake as being chubby, but that's not how I interepreted his nickname at all.
I have read some EXCELLENT chubby Jake headcanons and I’m here for it, tbqh, but yeah, IDK I knew a lot of just…really big dudes when I was younger, the gentle giant types who seem kind of bemused by being the size of a fridge. And Jake always struck me as the type of guy who seems kind of bemused about being so tall. Also, who else is with me that Tom used to call Jake midget because Jake was shorter than him as a kid and then Tom got infested with a Yeerk and the Yeerk never changed the nickname even though by the end of the war Jake is three inches taller than his big brother. Obviously in an AU where Everything Is Okay this means that Tom calls Jake midget as like an ongoing family inside joke that makes people very confused because Jake is Tall.
i love shrikes because they’re horrible little carnivores whose feeding habits are grim enough to earn then the nickname ‘butcherbird’ but they look like this
"Not fat–he’s an athlete" just an fyi that you can be fat and be an athlete :)
You’re absolutely correct, and that was an error in phrasing on my part. I have no idea when I wrote that post but I was probably having a pre-MCAT anxiety fit and therefore pretty fuzzy, mentally speaking, because that’s basically been my last month. My apologies, and thanks for how polite your message is.
i hope you’re all aware of the 300 recently discovered love letters between two gay british soldiers during ww2 that are going to be possibly adapted into a film.
they’re beautiful and poetic and tragic and heart-wrenching and brave. i highly suggest going and reading the excerpts.
here’s the one that broke my heart:
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time. Then all the world could see how in love we are.“
this quiz tells you what your homeric epithet would be and well, isn’t this the question that keeps us all up at night? feel free to reblog and put your epithet in the tags, mine is bright-eyed
Today I went to a restaurant, a newer place in town. It filled a building that had stood empty for
three years, and before that, it was a Denny’s.
The tables were clean and the accents were blue, and the waitress’ eyes
were wide and edged with white.
I told my dad, sitting at the new table, that the aura of
the Denny’s lingered. He asked when I had
been to the Denny’s in town—never, I said, but all Dennys’ are the same place, you
know? There are many doors, but they all
open to the same strange otherworld, a place where another plane of existence
opens at the right hours of the night.
The Denny’s was gone and has been for years, but it stuck to
the walls and whispered from the speakers when the music paused. The bar was untended in the middle of Happy
Hour. When we walked in, the hostess
stand was empty. Our waitress had a
sharp note in her voice, strained, and her lips moved strangely around her
words, and her eyes were ringed white, like a startled animal. She was a pretty girl, just a few years older
than me—I might have gone to school with her, but I didn’t recognize her, and
she didn’t seem to know me. When she
walked away, the faint shadow of a red-shirted figure seemed to cling to her
back like mist. Hi, I’ll be your server tonight, she said with a perfect toothy
smile, and I heard the rapid welcome-to-Denny’s-can-I-take-your-order
in my mind before she kept talking, can I
get you anything to drink to start.
I wonder what she’ll dream about tonight, our waitress with
the white-ringed eyes and the unfamiliar face.
If she dreams about her job, but decked out in another primary color and
filled with the transient souls who end up there at odd hours. No one goes to Denny’s, someone told me once,
you just end up there, usually at
late hours and with a mild degree of confusion about what brought you to their
door. If she dreams about the
red-shirted shadow, and about how that stranger arrived for work one day—another day, another dollar, a waitstaff
lackey of the boss but also a keeper of the door to an elsewhere—to find their
job simply closed, the sign gone overnight like it had never been. We don’t know what happened to the Denny’s in
town. It didn’t even go out of business,
it just stopped, like a hand had
flicked a light switch and taken the whole building with it.
I wonder if she’ll dream about doorways and dark lots.
The walls were decked with black and white photographs, of
serious faces and beautiful landscapes, so neatly tiled that there was never
more than a hand’s breadth of clear wall in some places. Their eyes didn’t follow you, and the water
didn’t ripple out of the corner of the eye, but there was something…close about them, I told my mom. Like you might pass your hand over the front
and then reach through, past the paper and ink to the otherplace just
beyond. Not a trap, if you were clever,
but a gateway, which is almost the
same thing. Cut off from the other Denny’s
doors, I told her with a smile, the restaurant had to find new ones.
Ginger ale and a burger.
The food wasn’t a binding contract—the terms of the deal are set out at
the beginning, at a restaurant, even at a Denny’s. You come and they serve you, you pay and they
allow you to leave. Our waitress brought
us the check without a fuss, not so much as a wheedling don’t you want dessert to keep us there. Deal observed. I looked out the window as my mom pulled out
a credit card, overheard part of a conversation about checks. No, we
don’t take checks, cash or credit.
Checks aren’t signed in blood, I mused, but then neither is credit. Digital lifeblood, maybe, a new bond for a
new age, modern contracts to match a modern elsewhere. Deal kept.
I don’t think I would want to dine and dash, at that
restaurant, in those walls.
Two crows spent almost forty minutes on the grass outside,
idly strutting through the all-day dew that still clung. They chattered at each other, and eyed the
window where I watched them, black eyes like drops of intelligent ink. I looked outside every few minutes, and every
time I expected to see another view, something new, something other than the
shoe store and the vast expanse of pine trees.
It was the feeling of lying on my back on the ground with my eyes closed
and feeling the planet spin beneath me, but the stars being the same when I
looked again.
When we walked outside, the pearly grey
sunlight-behind-clouds had faded to a sulky, dull twilight, and there was fog
wrapping thick around the restaurant.
The parking lot was empty save for our car and two others, even though
there had been several more families inside.
We laughed about the old Denny’s in town, about how it had lost its hold
on this reality, and didn’t talk about the empty bar or the wide-eyed waitress
or the way the kitchen was so quiet, even though every staff member was
supposed to be behind the swinging doors.
The Denny’s in town is gone, died quietly in the night
without so much as a flatline. But I
think it might be haunting its replacement.
SO TODAY I was walking to college down a main road, it was really windy (as you might imagine with all the cars) and I was preocupied with keeping a grip on my beanie when I saw these two women walking a little way ahead of me on the other side of the road. One of these ladies was a bit taller than the other and they were holding hands (aww), the taller kinda butch lady had a flannel shirt on
(double aww)
and her partner/friend was wearing a cute cream and beige hijab. Now I swear to God this is relevant, wait for it.
A massive gust of wind suddenly comes tearing along the main road. I nearly lose my backpack, to give an idea of how bad it was. I look up and see the wind rip off this poor girls hijab and send it spiriling away down the street. (She had an undercap on so no major crisis but still, right.)
Before. You. Can. Blink. Our taller flannel-wearing girlfriend of the year TEARS off her flannel like lesbian Clark f***** Kent, throws her shirt over her partners head, and BAM she sprints off LIKE A SHOT after the hijab.
like 10/10, damn son, holy cheesits burrito, that is the very definition of chivalry and romance right there.
Y’all I just cut all my hair off (my hair used to reach the bottom of my rib cage and now it’s buzzed on the sides Ruby Rose style, so maybe fifteen inches or more?) and I’m probably never going to stop petting my own head, it feels so good.
Animorphs must be the only work of fiction that explains why the aliens only attack America
They specifically only attack one town, and that’s both because the first invaders were fooled by Hollywood then spent years doing drugs there, and explicitly because it’s a good neighborhood to raise kids in.
Usually Bones is so casual when he’s off duty that people on board can forget that he knows all their personal information. Not that he’d ever misuse it. But one night everyone was very drunk, amd Jim was insisting that Bones couldn’t possibly remember who on board has an appendix. So everyone lined up and Bones walked down the aisle. Yes. Yes. No. No. Yes. Yes. No. Yes. No. No. No. You’re species doesn’t have one. Yes. Yes.
100% correct.
This might be my new favorite headcanon.
^^accepted lolol
“And you, your liver’s funny lookin’.”
“And you’re missing 3 cm’s of duodenum.”
“Two plates in the left femur.”
“Regenerated kidneys.”
“And if I ever have to see the inside of your peritoneum again, Riley, I’m gonna hand in my papers.”
I’m cackling so hard at the last one!
Everyone has something anatomically or medically weird with them, and some are more obvious than others.
I can see him making his way down the line:
“Horseshoe kidney.”
“Perforated left tympanum at the age of seven.”
“Missing the nail on your right hallux because it just would not stop ingrowing.”
Right, so I got drafted into working for my old job for part of my trip to visit my friends and this is just a PSA that I’m going to be kinda out of touch because I got on a bus at 9 this morning for five hours and worked an eight hour shift and now I’m at a hotel to work a ten plus hour shift tomorrow.
If you sent me a message or an ask today and didn’t get a reply, please assume this post is an apology to you.
On the other hand, the girl in the seat across from me on the bus was an otherworldly creature. Lighthouse sweatshirt girl, you’re beautiful.
In my mind I will forever refer to Jake as "Roach Boy"
Oh my God, the YELP of laughter I let out when I saw this, you have no idea. Roach Boy, with a Roach Motel on his head.
On a somewhat related note I think it’s fucking great that he gets called Big Jake, like, point me toward the fanart where Jake is just. A big dude. Not fat–he’s an athlete, even if he’s not great at basketball–but just big. I have a friend who’s a football player (like…one of the positions that does a lot of running, I know nothing about football) and he’s like six foot and he’s ALWAYS been a really huge dude, tall and broad shouldered and kind of benevolently looming at all times, even when we were Animorphs-age. Draw me Jake like that dude. Just. Real tall and real broad through his shoulders with real big hands and generally kind of unsure about what to do about it. Talk to me about how he goes from kind of cheerfully slouched (I know a lot of friendly huge dudes, you know the slouch I mean, of like “I’m really tall and I’m trying to look approachable”) to ramrod straight and menacing as fuck during the war. He goes from being totally friendly and adorable to…genuinely kind of intimidating?
…listen, I’m sorry for this drastic change of topic, I just have a lot of feelings about Big Jake.
So there's a TV show about the Animorphs... Is that a things that's acknowledged in this fandom or is it Not A Thing We Talk About Shut The Hell Up?
I know there are some people who acknowledge it, but I got through literally a quarter of the first episode before I concluded that I was being unnecessarily cruel to myself and since then I have happily pretended that it does not exist while dreaming about the animated series I want to get someday.
Oh NO! MARCO!!! ANd MArco’s MUM?! Jesus Christ
IT’S SO TERRIBLE AND SO PAINFUL AND I LOVE IT DEARLY
*slams fist on table* Holy crap do I love this thing with Marco’s family. Also is it bad that I found the line about his mother being On Yeerk mothership funny? This is seriously juvenile humour.. and yet
Oh no trust me I too laugh at that joke every time. I’m also always hysterically amused by the recurring joke of “Hey, Rachel, open this door” Rachel, in morph: *breaks down the door*
Like, I’m a huge fan of that terrible joke, it will never not be funny to me.
Okay wow, these are dated: "How long do you think this will take?" Rachel asked. She checked her watch. "I set the VCR for two of my favorite shows, but I forgot to tape the movie of the week." "I'm taping it in case you miss it," Cassie said. Wow.
First of all, yeah, wow, the 90′s were a long time ago. Like, I know how to wind a cassette tape with a pencil and I’m pretty sure my friend’s kid sister has never even seen one before. It’s a trip.
Second of all, I kind of love how much Rachel and Cassie (and Jake and Marco, for all that they try to be gruff about it) are just. Really into their friendship. Like, yes, obviously, Cassie tapes movies that Rachel wants to see and makes sure to hang onto them for her. Rachel probably tapes Animal Planet sometimes, with much complaining, for her best friend. *sighs* I love them. They’re good kids.
grape juice omfg, these kids
In case you had missed that they’re TINY TEENS, they’re teeny tiny teens. Like. Thirteen. Juice box teens. I know that’s not what this is referencing but THEY’RE TINY TEENS, MARCO PROBABLY BRINGS CAPRI SUN WITH HIS LUNCH BOX. Or he would if he brought a lunch box.
“Henry Cavill needs to always play characters with names like Napoleon Solo. It suits him. In fact, he should just consider changing his name to Napoleon Solo.”
Yes to all of these! Not everything has to be Oscar Fodder. Sometimes a movie can just be… fun?
