Chaos162 - Wow Look It's Me! (Maybe)

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Take a knife or two to complete any tasks you need to finish soon. Reblog to give your mutuals a knife for any group projects you may be working on

When the anti "LGBT propaganda" law passed in Russia, all of you were going insane and cared. Give Georgia the same energy. If you can have sympathy for our oppressors on the basis of them being queer, you should keep the same energy for us, if not more.

If this law passes, every Georgian queer person I know is so severely fucked, myself included. If you make jokes about "being illegal in several countries" you better fucking care about the countries you're apparently illegal in, or going to be illegal in.

Make sure to spread this around. This is important.

The prompt was ‘detention.’

the emotion i just experienced is kind of indescribable

Do you want more Technoblade on your Dash? I reblog a lot of older Technoblade art. A few fanfics as well. If you are thinking "oh, I would like to find more Technoblade artists" give this blog a scroll and find SO MANY.

Yes, this is a shameless plug of this blog, but I NEED more people to see Technoblade art. I need more people to see the pigman. I need more people to give these artists credit.

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My favorite Scooby Doo villain? Janus Sanders.

Everyone please behold this baby tree:

It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.

Remember when I told ya'll last month to be ready to start looking for a Discord alternative?

Yeah things aren't looking good for discord.

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

So I saw this tweet and came up with a terrible TMA/RQG crossover that absolutely no one asked for. Enjoy!

Read on Ao3

“Morning, you.” Martin wandered into the kitchen, towelling his hair dry. “What are you doing up so early?” 

“I made you tea,” Jon said, almost shyly. “And I thought we could go to the markets later, see if they have that yarn you want.”

“That sounds lovely.” Martin smiled and moved in to claim a kiss. “Did you actually make it to bed at some point?”

Jon shifted guiltily and started mumbling something about research deadlines, when suddenly there was a nauseating feeling of all the air in the room expanding, a loud woosh and Jon blinked out of existence.

“Oh no, not again,” Martin muttered and started the timer. 

*****

The fight was not going well. 

Firstly, their extra muscle had scarpered at the first sign of trouble. Shades of Figgis, Zolf had muttered, to blank looks from everyone except Hamid, who had given him a pale smile.

Secondly, Wilde’s intelligence—and Zolf was using that term very, very, loosely—had predicted little to no resistance, despite the hoards of heavily armed thugs currently trying to kill them.

And thirdly, and thirdly, a strange man in strange clothes had just teleported into the middle of the fight, just when the party had been driven to take cover behind some hastily constructed barricades. 

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