The education system failed them, but physics sure won't.

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Playing together as real friends

They’re just very important to me :(( <3

renly in targ afterlife (he counts through rhaelle) having a kiki with honestly probably rhaenyra watching BRIENNE OF TARTH fall in love with the KINGSLAYER??? and its REQUITED??? i know he's losing his mind up there

Free my homie Predstrogen the cuntbags in tumblr staff have given her the blurry profile pic of doom and I will NOT fucking stand for this, Avery, Rita, and Roxy have been nothing but sweethearts to me and to others, so I'm not gonna tolerate tumblr staff giving her this treatment ESPECIALLY not after she sent them a support ticket to get help with the harassment and stalking she has been facing from bigots on this site. So free my girl @predstrogen so we can get this year back on track!!!

One of the most underrated aspects of the Kirkwall crew dynamics is the fact that Hawke is likely the youngest person in the group canonically

Isabela and Varric are about 30. Anders is in his late 20s or early 30s. Merrill is in her late 20s. Hawke is 24 or 25. The only thing saving Hawke from being the youngest is the fact we don’t know Fenris’ canonical age.

Hawke really went from being the Grown Up in their family to being the youngest in their friend group. Isabela has definitely told Hawke “I’ll explain it when you’re older.” Hawke comments on Fenris being a little slow in battle and he quips back “my knees aren’t what they used to be.” If Hawke gets more kills than Varric, he hits him with “back when I was your age-”

This is canonical untapped comedy gold. Why aren’t we talking about this

Dory Verse - “New Chewtoy”

Feral JD belongs to @draco-after-dark

Grey JD belongs to @ijjstlostthegame

Brotherhood JD belongs to @0ketlyn-s and @tea0w0stache

Royal Council JD belongs to me

“He ordered me to kill them. So I did. I killed them all.”

she gave it to her friend with the belief it will return itself to her. she is SO logical but when it comes to jinshi she could go metaphysical

me every time i replay aai2: THIS TIME i will be so normal about manosouta (lying)

See look romantic interpretations are goated but it would be funny if they really were just friends who didn’t know the difference between romantic and platonic gestures

i have never felt this uniquely insane about a character <3 i cant get a read on him

I don't know if anybody has pointed this out yet, but, iii and ivy's masks match eachother! They're replicant molds, but their colours are reversed. Plus, while the black part of ivy's mask is smooth, iii's is rough, which Ivy replicates around the eye!

In reverse you are all my symmetry, anyone?

okay but. vigilante!bakugou. with a full mask to cover his face, the only "super" one in a quirkless world. literally every dc trope ever, but i don't care because with him, it's so afhakfha.

you work together in some office job and he's always coming in late with his trousers loose and his shirt untucked. never really speaks to you, except for when there's a group task that needs to get done and your team reserves the conference room to figure out how you'll divide the work and he ends up sitting beside you somehow. borrows a pen, because he forgot one.

other than that, you just know of him, bakugou katsuki. quiet. always frowning. looks like he'd bite your head off for looking at him sideways. doesn't really catch your eye — though you agree with your coworker that he's kinda handsome when he's not scowling — and you don't think he's the kinda guy that's gonna go out for drinks after work with you and the team. and you're right, because he can't.

truth be told, you're not really interested anyway — because you're kinda-sorta, really-super into this guy dynamight, who stops by your apartment every night.

it's thanks to him that you didn't get mugged and left for dead in some alleyway a few months back, and though you think that makes him rather trustworthy, you know your friends would have a cow about the fact that you've never heard his voice or seen his face. that you're always sitting on the rooftop of your complex, waiting, until he's so close that you can feel the echo of his explosions in your chest. reverberating beneath your bones, just like your heartbeat.

you don't know why he bothers, but you also don't really care. he listens to the needless recount of your day, even huffs out a laugh at times. the most you've ever seen of him is the lower half of his face, the cut of his jaw when he took a drink from the chilled water bottle you had waiting. maybe a flash of his hair, but it'd been dark and you can't for the life of you remember if it was blonde or maybe light brown ?

the city is dying to know who he is because, despite being so explosive, he's pretty good at going quiet when he needs to; always manages to get away from the swarm of red and blue that chases him down the highway. and yeah, maybe taking justice into his own hands is a teeny bit irresponsible, okay, but you can't help but to feel a little safer, walking home under his echoing boom as he shoots across the sky.