Could You Maybe Reblog This Post If You Think Respecting Trans Peoples' Names And Identities Is A Basic

knives out 1: in a world full of exploitation -- amidst rich assholes who are all playing their own games, in a country that feels entitled to a land they stole -- you have to play your own game, and a strategy of kindheartedness is valuable.

knives out 2: but beating them at their own game is also valuable. burning shit down will be the answer sometimes. and the rich are not immune to destruction, despite all their resources, because their networks are so toxic and codependent. and also they're dumb. they're a very shaky tower of cards.

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Ok, so I watched through Lucifer during quarantine, and here is what I don't understand: What the hell is up with Lucifer's accent? Literally every other divine being (that I can remember anyways) has an American accent—including Michael, who's identical to Lucifer in almost every other way—but not Lucifer. Instead, he's gallivanting all over the place in his verbal British glory. Like, it works, but what the heck? Anyway, I came up with two theories:

1. Everyone originally spoke all American-like in heaven, but Lucifer, in an act of rebellion, decided he liked the way Europeans talked and adopted an English accent for pure dramatic purposes. Pretty in-character, if I do say so myself.

2. Everyone originally spoke like Lucifer, but changed their accents whenever he was cast out, kind of like a big divine practical joke. I understand that this is way less likely, but I'm going to go with it because I find it hilarious.

There’s a magnet pulling me to you

Bradley followed Jake outside the Hard Deck intending to have some words with him, but he never has been able to resist the pull between them… they can’t help but surge towards one another again and again

The toothpick and raybans will be lost very quickly ;)

Iineart and sketch below:

Shawn: gus, do you want to help me commit a felony?

Gus: What? Shawn? No!

Shawn: Oh, my apologies.

Shawn, leaning in and whispering: Do you want to help me commit a felony?

Gus, whispering: Of course! What do you need?

Connor killed Emily... Sorry I've had a lot of wine.

Mav and Bradley reconcile and he finds out (it's not really a surprise tho) that Mav and Ice got married, so he apologizes for not being there for them at their wedding.

Mav blinks at him all confused because while he's feeling something at Bradley being so remorseful — looking like a kicked puppy, really — about missing a big moment of their life but also because, "Oh, no, buddy, we didn't have a wedding."

And the thing is, they got married when Ice's health took a turn for the worse, and it was allowed and legal and would, in Ice's opinion, make a lot of things easier for Mav in case he died — even just from an inheritance point, or just so the Navy doesn't forbid him from being part of the state funeral. It was a very quick sign the papers, get someone to officiate it in the hospital, and then get their lawyer to adjust the paperwork in the express time kind of marriage.

Things got better and life went on and they just, well, forgot to have a real wedding. And they were fine with it. They didn't need a wedding, in fact now that Bradley was back in their life, they couldn't be happier.

But in Bradley's head, an idea is born. Mav and Ice will have their 30th anniversary in a few months (more like almost 10...) and it's the perfect time to get them to have a wedding. You know, as a gift from him for missing all those years from their life.

The problem is, it very quickly turns out that Bradley is shitty at planning weddings. He doesn't know where to start and what needs to be organized and how to organize it in a way that lets it stays a surprise.

But you know who is good at it? Jake Seresin, brother of four sisters, planner of four weddings.

And how does Bradley know that? Well. He might or might not have been Jake's plus one to all four of those weddings.

Ice: I can't fix Mav, but I can fuck him, see if maybe that calms him down.

Reblog if you dont shave your legs everyday.

I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.