“Who Suffered Sam?”

so i watched this tiktok trend...

Nimona!

trump is 78, putin is 72, netanyahu 75, biden 82, lukashenko 70. if you kill yourself now, you'll never see them die. keep going

like as a feminist and an asexual if you ever imply that not having sex / not having "enough" of it is a conservative or reactionary trait I will be running you over with a bus pronto

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

the wicked movie teaches important moral lessons like "be bisexual in college" and "don't trust politicians" and "if you push someone who's in a wheelchair without their permission, someone might throw a bench at your head with their mind"

fuck. can i just say something. travis kelce gets on stage at the eras tour and swifties cheer. when he shows up to her shows, he’s seen as a supportive boyfriend. but taylor swift is shown on screen at the super bowl for 5 seconds and the entire stadium boos. the president of the united states even posts about it. they say she’s “ruining football”. if you can’t see the double standard here, you are part of the problem.

Another Scar TCD angst because @stiffyck has ruined me.  Seriously, I'm supposed to be working on the Blackjack AU, but no, now I have brainrot. 

A Scar by Any Other Name

Of course, it was Grian who asked. 

The two men sat on a double chest in one of Scar's many chest monsters, just chatting and having a mid-afternoon snack. 

"So, I've been curious about something for a while.  Can I ask you a question?"

Scar chuckled.  "You just did."

Grian rolled his eyes.  "Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

"Sure.  I've got nothing to hide."

Grian snorted and laughed again.  "I don't believe that for a second.  But I've been wondering: Is 'Scar' actually your real name?"

Scar's smile dropped, and he went ridged.  He knew that someday, someone would ask.  He just hadn't bothered to consider how he would answer.  Pretty much everyone on Hermitcraft went by nicknames; one's they'd given themselves, one's they'd been called by friends enough times that they stuck around, names they grew into by virtue of what kind of person or player they were.  But they all had real names, and most everyone knew the real names of everyone else, though many were rarely if ever used. 

"It might as well be," Scar said quietly after a few long moments.

"Is this..." Grian said cautiously.  He wasn't smiling anymore, either.  "Is this something I shouldn't have asked?"

Scar sighed and shook his head.  "No.  I knew someone would eventually."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, with Scar contemplating how to answer and Grian giving him the time and space to do so.

"I don't remember my old name," Scar finally confessed.

"What?" Grian’s voice was all at once shocked, curious, concerned.  "I know you're absent-minded and bad with words sometimes, but how do you forget your own name?"

Scar looked up, trying to oppose gravity so that the tears he felt prickling the corners of his eyes wouldn't fall.  "When you... when you're alone for so long, when there's no one to call your name and no one to tell your name too, you... you change.  The isolation turns you into someone else, and your brain makes room for more important things than names.  The safest route between your base and fresh water, your supply count, your weapon specs.  I -"  His voice cracked, and he hung his head.  Tears fell as he failed to contain a sob.  "I named myself after a rifle because fighting for my life was all I knew."

"Oh, Scar."  Grian gently rested a hand on Scar's shoulder.  Scar flinched slightly in response but quickly relaxed under his friends comforting touch. 

"That's why I name all my bases after myself.  Scar West Outpost, Scarlandia, ScarX.  That way, if I ever forget my name again, there's something there to remind me who I am."

"We won't let you forget," Grian assured him, squeezing Scar's shoulder.  "We'll never let you be alone for so long ever again."

Scar sniffled and offered up a small, sad smile.  "Thanks, G."

"Always."

They sat there for another few hours. Scar told Grian more about the dead apocalypse world he came from, and Grian listened intently.  There were some things he wasn't quite ready to talk about yet, and Grian understood.  Grian wasn't without his own deamons, after all, so he could empathize. 

When evening came, Grian walked Scar home and didn't leave.  He could tell Scar didn't want to be alone after rehashing the trauma of having lived in fear and isolation. 

That night, Scar didn't dream of zombies or death.  He dreamed of friendship and happiness in a world where he knew in his scarred heart that he would never be lonely again.

Marissa Bode Talks Changes to Nessarose Storyline in Wicked: For Good

The Hollywood Reporter

Marissa Bode Says Nessarose’s Storyline in ‘Wicked: For Good’ Will Be “Less Harmful to Disabled People” Than Original Broadway Version

The actress, who received ReelAbilities Film Festival’s Spotlight Award on Thursday, explained how the sequel will not play into the "precon

My man casually dropping things like that. I'm gonna cry