My Friend Called My 6 Year Old A Hummingbird And He Burst Into Tears, So I Remedied It By Talking To

Fading Embers

The dust has settled...time has passed... They won, didn't they? Time moves on whether we choose it or not. And time was running out very quickly. But, just this once, perhaps that wasn't so bad.

Contains SPOILERS for the entirety/ending of Legends of Avantris: Curse of Strahdanya

CW: death, religious trauma, minor existentialism, hurt/comfort

The still warm air was only broken by the slow creaking of a rocking chair. Rattlesnake was calm for once. Even the old saloon and brothel were uncharacteristically less rowdy than usual, as if sensing that tonight was one meant for reflection rather than debauchery. Off the main road, just further past the old water pump and next to that metallic windmill, was the cozy home of a certain tiefling. Well...he couldn't call it just his home, as a few hopeful Barovians lived on the farmland with him as well.

The tiefling would creak back in his chair again, letting his boot aid in the motion, as he stared off his porch towards that quaint town of his. His hat was discarded beside him, exposing his silvered hair and deep wrinkles. The sun and years of work had been merciful to him, as the once intense rust-red color of his skin has long since darkened, like a piece of worn leather. His eyes didn't work as well as they used to... hazy vision didn't make for good aiming. Silas Morgan, or more commonly known as 'Shepherd' around these parts, hasn't been the sheriff for a few years now.

That title was passed on to Thomas, who has since grown into a fine older man with a family of youngin's to call his own. Shepherd never thought he'd live long enough to have a family of his own, much less grandchildren, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. Of course, the good Doc was also still around. He looked just as Shepherd always knew him. Big clunky goggles, long wispy beard and mustache, and an apron always tied around his waist. It was ironic really. Doc was far older than Shepherd ever was, even now, and yet he still moved about as if he were in his prime, and Shepherd couldn't even button his shirts straight anymore.

Another creak, another rock back and forward, and Shepherd would let his eyes unfocus as his thoughts began to trail even further back. Life was good here. He was content, his family was protected, along with the town...so why did he..? A flickering light caught his eye, making him squint at first before tilting his head up. Still hanging above his porch steps, still watching, was Sarnax's old dragon-bone lantern. And it's flame was beginning to die out. Shepherd wouldn't waste time sitting and pondering any longer. With one final creak, both from his chair as well as his joints, the tiefling stood up and gently opened the latch on the side, snapping his fingers to let his hellish fire relight the kindling once more.

This was a process he's done many times, though not often. And yet, staring so close into the fire, Shepherd couldn't help but linger. What once was a symbol of his pain, of his loss, was now something similar but also so very different. Fire had destroyed him. His parents. 'Holy' fire had cursed him and his family and made him turn from any form of divinity. He once hated fire. But now, all he could see when staring into those flickering lights was sorrow. He had lost another to the flame, but not in any way he could've predicted.

With a long sigh, blinking back the spots in his vision, Shepherd would close the hatch and turned to his chair to pick up his hat. Before heading inside though, he'd turn back to that old lantern. Ever burning. Always guiding those lost in the dark. It never left his sight, it never left this porch, but...just this once, Shepherd was feeling awfully sentimental. He was never one to linger much on the past, but that's just the damndest thing about retirement. It gave you too much time to think. So with a quiet word to Garyx, Shepherd carefully unhooked the lantern and turned inside, carrying the light close to him.

He'd make his way around all of the Doc's loose prototypes and tools, stepping over toys that Tommy's kids would leave behind whenever they visited, and ducked into a room at the back. It was only separated by a curtain from the main house, leaving him with just enough space for a bed and nightstand, but that was all he needed anyways. Shepherd delicately set the lantern down, though he knew he didn't need to be so careful with it. He's seen the storms it whethered through firsthand, and he's known of the power that used to dwell within. But that wasn't the case anymore. It was no longer filled with radiant fire or a sleeping wyrmling, but just fire. Shepherd once again pulled his eyes away from the light, pulling the curtain closed and slowly beginning the process of changing into his nightwear. Or at least, he'd attempt to. He made it as far as kicking off his boots and taking off his belt before his back protested against any further stretching or bending. All these years of hard labor and sheriff work sure did catch up to him...but fine. It felt like a shirt and jeans night anyway.

Practically dropping himself into bed, Shepherd let out a long sigh and rolled over onto his side, just to stare at the flame a little longer. God dammit...why couldn't he ever just move on? The question felt foolish as soon as he thought of it. The few times he wrote his old friends, or they'd reunite on some special occasion, they had all seen it written on his face. That lingering grief. It didn't matter how jovial they were, or what they were talking about, the old Expedition probably knew him better than himself at this point. But they knew. And they saw. He just couldn't forget. The others had such bigger lives to lead, more responsibilities and duties to tend to, but Shepherd didn't have that luxury. He didn't have the academics to teach in a university, or the political prowess to handle relations for old Barovia, or even the ability to wander from town to town defending the innocent. He just had his old little town, with its old little problems. And although he didn't mind that necessarily at first, it left him with a lot of time to sit alone and dwell on what happened. On what could've been.

Sarnax had done the impossible for a man like himself. He swore off all that holy hubbub. He made it a point not to ever get himself tangled up in worship or prayer or anything of the sort. Not after he saw the evil it was capable of. But Sarnax...that damn lizard. When they first crossed paths, he embodied everything Shepherd hated, everything he had feared. That mindless devotion, that willingness to burn and purge in the name of some uncaring god. Through every logical path, he should've always hated Sarnax. He should've slept with one eye open anytime that lizard was present. But fate was fickle, and the gods do so enjoy their games, because that lizard was the closest friend he's ever had. Whether it be through some divine force or sheer stupid luck, Sarnax was the only person he could always rely on. He couldn't tell you where it started, how it formed, or any of that mental jargon. To Shepherd, it just happened.

But that was just it, wasn't it? It shouldn't have happened. And yet, he couldn't regret a single moment. Sarnax was unlike any person he's met before. He was odd, blunt, had a strange way with children, and a lesser understanding of common customs. But...he was also loyal, protective, and a wise nurturer to those he sought out. He was so much more than Shepherd- than anyone- ever gave him credit for, and now people could only know of his greatness in death. Of his sacrifice. Sarnax of the Edelwood...the true hero of Barovia.

Shepherd would use the corner of his sleeve to press up against his eyes, preventing those tears from falling before they even had the chance. Even after all this time...all these years spent working and working... Shepherd never married. He was too old then to start a family the 'traditional' way, and back then, he had already been content with finding little Tommy. But...after all he endured, all he witnessed, he just couldn't bring himself to try and find someone like that ever again. Sarnax had done the impossible. The unthinkable. He made Shepherd a follower of Garyx for crying out loud, but...he had also made Shepherd so horribly attached. They never said it aloud. Never quite had the time to put a name on it. But everyone they met saw it. Shepherd and Sarnax. The monsters that monsters feared. They were the duo that no one could separate, chosen by dragons of silver and gold. And that was perhaps Shepherd's biggest regret. For letting the time slip by the way he did, for not saying what he felt and how much Sarnax had done for him when he could. If he could go back to that awful day, that fated day, he would just say he loves him. At least one more time.

Once again Shepherd had to take in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut before looking to the lantern once more. Feeling its warmth, seeing its glow now, it just made him all the more colder. Even now, Shepherd could never claim this as his. Despite what time might've done to his body, his mind still knew what that holy flame looked like. It was so much brighter than this...it was always brighter. He was always brighter. Shepherd could only linger on his grief for so long, and he didn't want to dwell on it any longer. The more he did, the more it ached, and the colder the flame became. Rolling onto his back once more, the tiefling would squeeze his eyes shut, the flickering hues of orange and red dancing behind his eyelids as he sent off a quick prayer to Garyx. He still didn't know if he was doing this whole...'praying' thing right, but it was too ingrained in him at this point. It wasn't much, his prayers usually weren't, but they were still pleas all the same. 'Please...take care of Sarnax. Tell him everyone's still okay...and tell him I said howdy.'

With another aching sigh, the emotion still raw in his throat, Shepard kept his eyes closed and slowly settled into his bed. It wasn't easy at first. His thoughts were still too present, still trying to creep to the forefront, but maybe Garyx was still listening and lending him a hand. Or maybe he was just old. Because whether he chose to or not, his breathing would eventually even out, and his mind would still once more. Finally, after mere moments, Shepherd faded off into a dreamless sleep.

At least...that's what he hoped. His dreams were empty, yes, full of nothingness and blackness but..what was that color? It was faint, easily brushed aside at first. But then more color began to appear. First orange, then yellow. Followed shortly after by red and then gold. The colors danced across his eyes, once distant, now all he could see. They were the brightest he's ever known, intense and raging and...warm? So warm. So very very warm. Too warm. Too familiar. The hues became too much all too fast, and with a start, Shepard shot up with a deep gasp. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, still able to see the flashes of gold every time he blinked...but, as he caught his bearings, he realized that those colors were no mere illusion. They were...everywhere. All over his room, were the dancing hues he had seen in his sleep. Orange, yellow, red, gold, they flickered across his wall in a dance he knew well by now. But, then came a hand.

A hand?

Shepherd's brow furrowed at the added shadow to his wall, following it down and down until it reached his nightstand, to which his heart completely stopped. The lantern was still here, but it burned brighter than it ever had in his possession. The flames licked at the glass as if excited for something, as if gleefully dancing to be brought to its full glow once again. But that wasn't what had frozen Shepherd. Hunched over near his nightstand, black claws cradling the flame and red eyes peering into the lantern, was a lizardfolk. An all too familiar lizardfolk. A lizardfolk that shouldn't be here and yet Shepherd didn't find it in himself to care. He couldn't move. Couldn't even call out his name. If this was some kind of dream, it was a cruel one, because Shepherd couldn't even so much as lift a finger to reach out to him. But thankfully, he wouldn't have to. With the lantern rekindled, those eyes turned away from the fire towards Shepherd, and he could've sworn that everything else in the world had faded away.

Sarnax stared back at him for a moment, too long to be comfortable by normal standards, until finally, he smiled. "Shepherd." It was so matter of fact. It was a voice he hadn't heard in SO long and it still sounded just as he remembered. No...it sounded better. That one word seemed to be enough to break whatever hold was on Shepherd's body, because without a second to waste, he was kicking off his covers and throwing his arms around that worn old robe. Sarnax had jumped at first, but he too would return the embrace, holding his friend tight but the tiefling held him even tighter. He wouldn't question whatever this was. Whether this be a dream or vision or some kind of delusion he was having in his old age, he didn't care. He's seen enough miracles and magic to know not to question it, and right now all he cared about was holding his friend.

If this was a vision or a dream, it was a damn lucid one, because Shepard could truly feel those claws grazing against his back. Could practically smell the ash that had settled in Sarnax's robes and feel the scales along his head. Maybe he was getting old and senile, because this truly felt as if Sarnax was here, cradling him as he'd shake and weep and sputter. But again, Shepherd wasn't one to dwell too long on magic or anything. He just wanted to feel this, to feel HIM. Sarnax was never overly touchy in life, as it was a foreign concept to him, but he didn't even think twice about holding Shepherd as close as he did. He'd rest his snout over the tiefling's shoulder, allowing him his time to sob and release everything he's carried all these years.

When the sobs had become nothing more than teary hiccups, and his grip was no longer bone-breaking, he would still remain where he was. He would only move when Shepherd did, and even though his friend had pulled back somewhat, his hands never left Sarnax. They would continue to clutch his robes as if the second he let go, this dream would fizzle away. "Shepherd..?" Sarnax spoke again, albeit with some gentle concern, and that nearly made him start sobbing all over again. But, steeling his nerve and swallowing hard, Shepherd would just shake his head in disbelief and let the babble fall from his tongue.

"S..Sarnax... Sarnax! I....wha...h-how in the.. Yer HERE. I-I-I don't understand. I saw you...w-we ALL did. You...and Ravenloft.. You were...." His voice trailed off, unable to finish it despite the dead literally standing here in front of him. Sarnax would just smile sadly, giving two awkward pats on his back, before continuing for him. "You saw the power of Garyx, not me.. I was merely the conduit." Shepherd huffed after attempting to dry his face with his sleeve(it was futile). "You know what I mean! You were GONE Sarnax!! You...I dunno how yer even standin' here, b-but I don't care! That don't matter none. Sarnax, buddy...gods.." Shepherd sniffled, and finally allowed himself to smile to his dear friend. "Gods, I missed you... Not a day went by where you didn't cross my mind.." Sarnax's faint smile remained, but there was now a hint of knowing to it, as if there was more he already knew to Shepherd's grief. "I know...the Fire Lord said as much."

"Wait..ya mean Garyx..? He...really told you..?"

"Of course, Shepherd. Although He never answered you, He heard your prayers all the same. You are one of His children afterall."

Shepherd would slowly shake his head in stunned disbelief. Obviously he knew of Garyx's presence, hell he even saw the dragon god himself once. But still...he could never get used to the concept of a present god. With an amused huff, Shepherd's smile grew. "That son of a bitch...he really did." At that, Sarnax's smile fell and was instead replaced with the scaly furrow of his brow. "Shepherd...that is quite disrespectful. Why would you say such a thing?" Hearing and seeing such familiar confusion, Shepherd couldn't help but let out a teary laugh, hugging Sarnax close once again before patting him heartily on the back. "It's..just an expression Sarnax. It's a fond one, promise.." Sarnax still seemed a bit confused, but he wouldn't question it any further.

Now that the initial air of relief and reunion had been cleared, the lizardfolk figured he now ought to continue with what he originally came here to do. Pulling away to look at Shepherd once more, his expression had fallen into its usual stoicism, that grim natural snarl tugging at Shepherd's heartstrings. "Shepherd...speaking of Garyx..I actually come as a..messenger of his. Or perhaps, a guide, of sorts." Shepherd, although questioning at first, wouldn't interrupt. He would let Sarnax continue, simply basking in the sound of his familiar slow drawl. "Garyx...I..have come to take you home." Now that was a bit much for even Shepherd to ignore, as his brow arched and he'd cock his head. "Come home..? Sarnax, yer standing IN my room, yer already-"

And then it hit him. Sarnax was dead. He has been for years now. And..Shepherd was getting older with each day. By instinct, he would turn around to look back at his bed, staring down at the stranger laying before him. It was an old tiefling, his skin reddened and leathered from years in the sun, but a quiet look of peace on his face nonetheless. Shepherd would then look down at himself, staring over his hands and clothes. They were...younger. Newer. Feeling his face, although he couldn't see himself just yet, he could tell. He wasn't as old and withered as he had been.

He wouldn't contemplate too long on his death. He knew it was a long time coming...well, honestly he was just grateful it was in his warm bed rather than being devoured by a giant worm or troll or some other monster from his work. The only sad thing about it was how the Doc might feel when he came to wake him up in the morning. Shepherd's thoughts would cease when he felt a scaled hand on his face, slowly turning his head back towards Sarnax's own. The lizardfolk at this point had picked up his lantern, or at least, the spectral equivalent of it. The real thing was still sitting on his nightstand, the light having burned out without him noticing. Sarnax would again offer a faint smile, that hint of sadness to it, but it was overshadowed by the potential afterlife they now had together.

"Come now, Shepherd...allow me to light your way one more time."

Shepherd would hesitate a moment, perhaps a subconscious doubt that this was all still a dream, but as he'd walk forward to join Sarnax's side, the more he began to accept it. Every step they took through this old house/workshop left the room aglow, with Sarnax's golden light pooling off of each corner and tool like the rising sun. Shepherd would stick a bit too close to him for comfort, but if Sarnax was uncomfortable by it, then he wouldn't have leaned in closer to him. As they'd make their way towards the front door, Shepherd couldn't help but let a question fall, one of many for sure.

"So...what about the others? When it's..their time, I mean.. Will they...?" Sarnax hummed lowly, his hood shifting as he'd shake his head. "I...am afraid not, Shepherd.. They each have their own gods of worship, and when it is their time to die, they will return to that god. Victoria will have her Raven Queen. Kana will...well I'm not quite sure how that would work. And as for the Professor...I can only pray for the best for him."

At this point they had arrived on the porch, their close proximity allowing their tails to find each other and slowly intertwine. An old habit that never broke, it seems. Shepherd, either not noticing it or not mentioning it, would simply scoff and put on a grin. "Hey now, we've cheated death quite a few times already. I'm sure a few of them gods got some kinda custody on us. Maybe we can arrange a visit..~" Sarnax cocked his head, doubtful that was how things worked, but he couldn't resist the optimistic allure Shepherd had. His smile growing just a bit more, he'd shrug and continue to lead the tiefling off the porch, out onto the sand and dirt, and stopped a few steps away from the path. This was it. Time was getting short and they wouldn't be able to stand on this plane for much longer.

Before they prepared to depart forever, Sarnax would crane his head up towards the sky, dimming his lantern slightly just to take it all in. "You know, Shepherd....where I am from, the trees and the homes of the aarakocra blotted out every semblance of the sky.. And...in Barovia, it was always so overcast, that not a speck of the above could be seen. But...seeing this now? I am...glad that the first true night sky I see, is the one from your home." Shepherd too would look up into the night, though it was a sight he was long-since familiar with. These stars were nothing but directional points to him, lines on a map to help him find his way.

But seeing the reverence and awe on Sarnax's face gave him a new appreciation for the expansive darkness of his homeland. With a fond smile, Shepherd would let out a long sigh, his chest lighter than it's ever been in years. "Yeah...it sure is a good one. But I think there's somethin' just a little bit better.." Sarnax cocked his head towards his dear friend, that old quizzical sheen in his eyes. "Oh? And what could that be, Shepherd?"

Shepherd wouldn't say anything, instead he would just stare down at the lizard with a knowing look and a fond smile. Of course, Shepherd should've known better because after some time staring, Sarnax would look around in confusion and speak awkwardly. "I suppose I wasn't clear...what did you mean Shepherd? When you said you believed there was something better than the night sky of Yona?" Shepherd rolled his eyes and chuckled, throwing an arm around Sarnax's shoulders. "Sarnax...just let it pass.." Though still a bit confused, Sarnax would then perk up, the edges of his frill peeking out from beneath his hood to do the same. "Oh! Were we...'having a moment', as you mammals say?" Shepherd laughed yet again, squeezing Sarnax a little tighter. "Yeah, sure...but there'll be plenty more to come bud. Soon as you can get us home.."

Remembering his original purpose here, Sarnax nodded with a faint, crooked smile returning. Lifting up his lantern, the light and fire within would begin to blaze more and more. Swirling and colliding in a cascade of heat and color, the fire would soon erupt from Sarnax's hands and began to coalesce around the pair. In their final moments before fully passing on to return to the Fire Lord's domain, the pair would turn and hold each other in a tight embrace, allowing the blaze to surround and envelop them in its caress.

Shepherd and Sarnax. The monsters that monsters feared. They were the duo that no one could separate, chosen by dragons of silver and gold. And now they were reunited once again. Just as promised a lifetime ago, they would in fact meet and be together once more. Born of flame, and now returning to the flame, they would now enter eternity held within each other's arms.

a texan’s unofficial guide to writing a southern accent

Obligatory disclaimer that southern accents vary significantly, and I can speak on a general Texas accent. Also, this is nit-picky, so don’t take it too seriously. Mostly just “hey here’s some fun ways to make your writing more realistic.”

1) Most people writing a southern accent love to use “ain’t” and “y’all”. Great start, but when those terms are surrounded by non-contracted words, it starts to lose the accent (and look a little funky). Think “how’re y’all doing” rather than “how are y’all doing.”

1.5) “Ain’t” is often paired with “nothin’”. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that” vs. “There isn’t anything wrong with that.”

2) Southern accents don’t only drop the last letter on -ing. “Something” becoming “somethin’” is definitely accurate, but I also hear a lot of “around” becoming “‘round” and similar things.

2.5) On a slightly related note, if you’re doing a southern accent, keep in mind that the way someone writes out words “in a southern accent” does not always reflect how it would be pronounced. “Somethin’” is nice short-hand for “oh this is dropping off that sound at the end,” but I usually hear it pronounced like “suh-mn” (which is unreadable and bad for writing). I don’t even have a strong accent, and I do this.

3) There’s a lot of jargon! I’m not sure if this is specific to my region or more general, but a common one I hear a lot is “fixin’ to” as a substitute for “going to.” Like “I’m fixin’ to start dinner” rather than “I’m going to start dinner.” In addition, theres a whole world of fun southern terms and phrases (big fan of “oh, bless his heart” as a patronizing, fake nicety). Lots of fun church-themed and farm-themed terms and turns of phrase.

4) “Y’all” is a super common gender-neutral term, but “folks” is used equally in my experience. I’ve heard it used to refer to family (“his folks” to mean “his parents”), to refer to specific communities (“those folks—“), or just as a general substitute for “people” (“folks these days—“).

5) “Howdy!” is severely underused in writing! It’s super common around where I live, and it’s just used as a greeting.

Go forth and have fun!

I'd like to throw this out rn. I'm sure many others have been as well, but it is so important to remember in times like this. Especially America.

Even looking at my own communities, i.e., the lgbt+, the ignorant people around us are trying to separate and tear us down from the inside. Remember where we came from. There is nothing they can do to truly tear apart such a loving community.

I love you all. Have a good night and a safe week <3

Tall...

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SO CUTE!!!!

take me to the moooon 🐄👽🛸

Live long and fuck in Hondas (or 'why that Vulcan salute is way more significant than you think it is')

Hey. Hey Holz. Did you know Deadpool and Wolverine fucked in the Odyessy? Did you know that they now live in a one-bed with Blind Al? Did you know that -

Yes, friend. I know all of it. And you're all super fucking valid for pointing it out.

... But maybe all of you aren't seasoned Trekkies like me. Maybe not all of you gorgeous people understand the true significance of this.

Or maybe you just want a definitive way to win the argument of "are these two fucking?"

But either way, I'm here to help, and to tell you why, amongst all the absurdly homoerotic text of this film, this moment? Might be the gayest of them all.

Now, we must start by saying that although you wouldn't know it from the bullshit Abrams films, these two:

Are the fathers of gay fanfiction. Spock and Kirk here are the reason you're living in the fantastic timeline where you can write/read men fucking without any other shred of plot and that this is a legitimate and normalised internet experience - everyone say thank you, iconic papas. These guys were so homoerotically coded that even in the 60s, the era of wondrously overdramatic performances of all kinds and fairly prevalent homophobia, The Girlies still took notice, still started mailing each other fics and making zines and being just hugely excited at the thought of these two getting space-married. They are fandom as we know it today's beginning, and seventy years later they're still an enduringly popular ship on AO3. (You should all go and watch Amok Time, by the way. Contains the Honda Odyessy scene of the 60s, except there's weird biology and wrestling and just go and put it on your screens, thank me later. They fucked on that planet.)

Anyway, these two were as close as early colour TV could ever allow two men to be, deepening their *coughs* friendship almost every single episode or film - Trek's creator Gene Roddenberry even gave them a unique word in Spock's Vulcan language, with the meaning of 'friend, brother, lover.' (And if that isn't ringing any Poolverine bells, I'm not actually sure what you want out of this post. Enjoy it anyway, love you.)

... And then we get to 1982's The Wrath of Khan, and to that moment that every iconic screen couple must face - the ol' classic, it's you or me and I won't let it be you.

Sure, the set-up's a little different here - the chamber Spock's in is filled with radiation, and the scene's quieter, softer. And Kirk isn't a mutant so he can't smash his way in, he can just sit there and inwardly die as his emotional support Vulcan does.

... But you get where I'm coming from here. Ryan Reynolds doesn't take a million other potential love scenes from across the cinematic ages - no, he takes this. What is for many the romantic acknowledgement of a whole generation. The humble and desperately sweet beginning of it everything we fans know and love nowadays. The most ambiguously romantic homosexual relationship in television, directly comparative to what is now arguably the most ambiguously romantic homosexual relationship in cinema. And lest we forget, Wade doesn't believe in a fourth wall - this is a conscious choice, both in canon and in the writer's room.

Oh it's so clever and so beautiful a girl could weep. Ryan just introduced the MCU to the gays, just as Kirk and Spock did all those years ago to the masses of the time.

And then there's what it means.

This is the Vulcan salute, created to mean either 'live long and prosper' or 'peace and long life' - it's used more or less interchangeably.

But part of that's irrelevant when you're as immortal as these two.

So we're left with the sentiments of prosperity and peace, given to a man who up to this point can't imagine ever prospering again, is the furthest thing away from being at peace. Wade gives Logan the opportunity to go on, to find the things he's been lacking for so long now - things he has already helped him find. Spock tells Kirk during The Wrath that 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,' and that's exactly what Wade's doing here - sacrificing himself for the greater good of his friends and his newly beloved, however much it will hurt them all.

And that's lovely, and poignant, and character-growing, and I think we all would have been content to leave it at that and have our noble sacrifice, however much we would have wept. Kirk goes on to find the remnants of Spock's soul in the next film in the series, to bring him essentially back from the dead because he felt it was more than his own soul's worth not to have done... which, again, ringing a bell anyone?

Because Logan, in not so many words, tells dear Wade to fuck right off, and we get this.

What we've got here is a direct translation of one of cinema's gayest moments, made somehow infinitely more gay. A true achievement here - I genuinely think I spontaneously acquired tetanus in the cinema for a good minute, my jaw dropped so hard on seeing this. The pillars are the same colour as Kirk and Spock's original uniforms, for fuck's sake. I'm dying out here.

What we've done here is create narrative equality. The whole film's kinda done that leading up to this anyway - they're both mentally fucked up men who can't die, who are constantly dying anyway, who are evenly-matched in battle and both enjoy Honda fucking, who have forged a real love even as they piss each other off at every turn.

But here, they place one another in narrative equality for the first time. It's not about a sacrifice, not now, even though they're assuming it is one - it's about what should be done. It's about righting wrongs, being heroes, being together because every option other than that is unacceptable, because neither understands quite how to lose anyone else. They've both made the same choice, and that's not to let the other die alone.

It's about holding hands and loving and never letting go, even if it kills them.

... It's just about the most romantic and gorgeous thing I've ever fucking seen.

There are no more instances of masks, once they're done in this station. They don't need them any longer; they will never need them again.

And that's only emphasised by the parting shot we get of this... almost directly after Vanessa and Wade share a final sweet look.

I don't know, man. It's almost like the true conclusion is hidden behind the acceptable masquerade. Imagine that in the MCU, folks.

They've taken one of the most intimate and sweet moments in screen history, and made even more glorious.

They did The Wrath of Khan better than The Wrath of Khan did it.

And that's... that's gay. That's just about the gayest thing they could ever have done, and I adore it to the smallest pieces.

So remember, the next time your friends disbelieve you... show 'em this. Show them that they redid the very beginnings of slash fandom, and did it better.

(And then you can add on that they now live in a one-bed with their grandma, daughter and dog, and will do for the rest of their lives. Kirk and Spock didn't even get THAT shit.)

Bro, fuck yeah

50s Phasma fighting off some aliens! A commissioned sketch for @chromium-siren​ from their Huxloween one shot 

hell yeah man!

Self Portrait I’m calling “Twink Death” and is about me learning to accept gaining weight and my body shape as the Italian stallion I am😔

Basically trans male fatness is something that has been on my mind as it feels society puts such a pressure on Ftm people to be either effeminate and twinkish or perfectly passing and fit to be desirable, and where self love and attraction comes in for trans mascs who are neither of those things

There's more I could wax poetic about but alas I'm sleepy.

Maybe I've posted it before, maybe I haven't, but it deserves to be rotated around Tumblr again.

I have been seeing so many behind the scenes photos since the movie dropped and this has to be hands down my favorite.

It's quite common to see Hugh laughing at something Ryan said/did (and he still looks very cute doing so) but to see Ryan laughing perhaps the hardest I've ever seen him do so? Caught on camera? Perhaps even at something Hugh said/did? While in their character costumes? Standing on the very real TVA set?

This is the cutest photo of them ever. ❤️💛

HAZA!!!! yay

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