you missed.

If Clark is kidnapped, he knows without having to ask that Bruce is going to hunt him down with the help of the entire Justice League. They’ll find him! He’ll be fine!

If Bruce is kidnapped, he’ll just sit there — maybe getting lightly tortured — and dread the arrival of all 17 of his kids, one angry Kryptonian without his emotional support human, Alfred having a RED moment, the Batcow, and all of the active JL members who don’t hate him right now (Hal Jordan will probably still come with, but he will complain the entire time)

(via @treegona)

Hundreds of thousands of people came out today in London to March for a Free Palestine. Hundreds of thousands of people disagreeing with the current government stance on the war. Don’t let the media fool you, people in the UK stand with Palestine.

Reports are saying that nearly half a million people marched in this protest. That's roughly equivalent to 1 in every 16 people who live in Greater London.

I've personally not seen anything on this scale since the Iraq war protests.

don't loose hope, there is love in life, there is community. people are coming together to protest all over the world, people are finding solidarity with each other even among the horror, people want to help. over the course of hours i saw hundreds come together from all over the world online to buy e-sim cards for the gaza reporters (they've succeeded in getting internet access to key online press reporters and are working to connect more), i've seen stories of people coming together in their grief and joy. despite the darkness there really is love. and i do believe that it is fundamental to the human condition.

Palestinians prepare food for the displaced families in the south of Gaza Strip. 10-28-2023

last week i was sitting at a red light and was getting honked at SOOOOOOO MUCH and looked up and this guy was slamming the horn and the girl in the passenger seat was like trying to pull his arms away from the horn. then i remembered i have this bumper sticker

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

Area Man Who Has "Had Enough" Wakes Up Next Morning at 6:30 AM to Commute to Work Again

GIRLY JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT CYERCE ELEGANS

If Cyerce nigricans is a butterfly, then this is a fairy... Cyerce nigricans for comparison:

I find it funny whenever i make a sea slug post that gets more notes than expected, like. Yeah, I'm winning at the webbed site (<- made these posts in a sea slug obsessive haze. No one could have seen them and I still would have kept going. It's my enrichment)

Pretty!

"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5µm of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great

May I recommend the sashiko family of techniques? I’m not sure if you’ve seen this particular method but it’s one that is likely thousands of years old and is especially good for areas like the inseam or the knees that generally get more wear than other regions:

Many of the visible mending hacks one sees are designed to be aesthetic and not structural, as OP points out, but this technique is different:

1) you’ll notice that the mended area is larger than the actual damage. All of the stitched area indicates where additional fabric is added for strength.

2) the pattern of visible stitching is PRACTICAL in this work. The reason pants wear down along the inseam is that the fabric is constantly being rubbed against the other leg. Here, the stitching is what’s rubbing against itself, and the embroidery will fail first, meaning the fabric underneath will last longer.

3) this technique is very, very simple once you draw your grid, and there are plenty of places online that sell water soluble graph paper that you can sew into as a guide and then wash out.

Please please please don’t give up on home sewing and mending because of content farms - I promise there’s a whole world of incredibly simple and reliable techniques that - while perhaps time consuming - are PROVEN to increase the longevity of your clothes AND give you further opportunities to express your creativity and style!!!

Really adorable old comment I stumbled across on lesswrong

Transmasc/transfem ikea plushy solidarity

harrowing. another thing from last night in palestine to carry in my head as long as im alive.

y'all. y'all. I cracked the fucking code and I am so fucking mad about it because it's a fix that solves every major problem with the finale:

have ed get shot (injured, not killed) in defense of izzy.

seriously, hear me out, this solves LITERALLY EVERY PROBLEM:

• "Ed never gave Izzy a real apology!" "Izzy would never accept one!" okay, then don't have Ed apologize to Izzy verbally. have him apologize by taking a bullet for him. have Izzy cuss out Ed for doing something so stupid while cradling him in his arms.
• "Ed never gave the crew a real apology!" okay, then have him get shot defending Izzy as both a subtle callback to Izzy shooting Ed in defense of the crew in "red flags" and as proof that he's changed.
• "it makes no sense for Izzy to say the whole crew loves Ed when that hasn't been shown at all!" okay, then show it. any lingering hatred the crew has gets wiped out when they see that Ed really does care about Izzy (keeping in mind that him not treating Izzy well was a major unifying thing for them), and they all work to help him: getting the bullet out, holding his hand, telling him he's going to be okay. Ed's accepted back into the family because of his deeds, not his words, and we get a nice call back to the scene where the crew makes Izzy's leg.
• "Izzy's death was all about Ed and Ed's arc and that's fucked up" okay, so have there be a REASON that Ed is the center of attention (the reason being that he's been shot and the entire crew needs to care for him) and make it actually part of Ed's arc (acting selflessly in defense of them when he's been pretty self-centered and not really accepting responsibility this entire time).
• "it makes no sense for Ed to retire to an inn on land when we just established that he's bad at things that aren't piracy!" okay, then don't have him retire voluntarily. he needs to recover from his bullet wound on land, and so the crew needs to reluctantly leave him behind.
• "it makes no sense for Stede to retire to an inn when his entire arc has been him finding a family in the crew and getting the respect he never had!" okay, so make it a really difficult decision for him – staying on land with Ed, the love of his life, or staying with the crew and being a big bad pirate – and ultimately choose Ed. have Ed even try to talk him into staying with the crew, because he loves piracy so much! but given another choice to leave Ed (one that Ed would be aware of and understand), he stays this time.
• "Izzy's death is inconsistent with the rest of the series where the good guys survive absurd levels of violence and the bad guys die hilarious karmic deaths" okay, so don't have him OR Ed die. have Ed get shot, have him be seriously injured, maybe even fake us out by having him get shot on the right side (which is of course the side with the important bits!), and then have him live.
• "Izzy dies right when he was starting to enjoy life and find his own family/community outside of Ed!" exactly. so don't kill him. shoot Ed. and then have Ed retire on land.

No because don’t get me wrong I’m chill with the ending we got, but can you IMAGINE this

No one expected the gun, until he’s pulled it out and swung his aim to Izzy. Time stops as Rick’s finger finds the trigger—wide eyed with a triumphant grin overtaking his face—and Izzy has only a second to process, to think “fuck, why the FUCK didn’t we check his fucking coat for weapons” before—

—Ed dives in front of him, the bullet lodging itself in his side.

Everything goes quiet.

Izzy doesn’t hear the shots from Stede’s Gun that miss as Rick darts away into the forest. Doesn’t register the soldiers being downed by their crew with a new surge of wild, protective fervor. He’s far too occupied with the body that’s toppled into him and the red that slicks his fingers as he tries to keep Ed on his feet. Noise starts to return as Stede rushes over in an instant to help, shouting and cursing in a panic as he takes Ed’s other arm over his shoulder. As they begin hobbling forward Ed grimaces in pain but maintains steadfast that he’s fine, it’s his left side, just keep moving, he’s Fine. But Izzy knows. He knows this isn’t just another wound to add to the collection as they hurry to the ship, a trail of blood behind them.

They get Ed back to the boat and lay him down on the deck. In a moment of adrenaline the captain instincts finally take hold as Stede shouts orders at his crew. Roach and Black Pete run into the cabin to grab clean pieces of fabric to stop the bleeding, while Wee John and Olu race to grab a needle and thread from the arts and craft kit. But Izzy’s still glued to Ed’s side, and so are the rest of the crew—the crew that’d been with Ed those last two months.

With the same precision they’d used to slice through men raid after raid Jim digs into the weeping wound to fish out the bullet, Archie taking their place and applying pressure right after. Frenchie, who’d once stared down emotionlessly at his captain on that fateful night of the storm, has tears rolling down his face as he clutches Ed’s hand, the box well and truly cracked open. Fang has Ed’s head cushioned in his lap, stroking his hair gently and encouraging him to keep talking, just keep talking, and to stay awake. As they work Lucius holds back a distraught and pleading Stede, who’d deflated as soon as he’d heard Ed’s pained cries. As he stares at the frantic scene in front of him Lucius remembers their conversation aboard the Red Flag, about Blackbeard’s time being over, and chokes back the sob that tries to force its way out of his throat. Instead he does his best to console Stede, even as his voice wavers.

Izzy still delivers the same monologue, except it’s grief stricken and watery with tears. He apologizes for pushing him to the edge, for ever making him believe that the worst thing he could be was himself. All he wants is for him to be able to be Ed, please god he just wants him to be Ed and there and with them. He deserves a soft, quiet life. And in that moment, Ed looks around at the crew that he had hurt, his crew, and sees faces full of anguish, sorrow, and… forgiveness. He’s surrounded by people who have forgiven him. He’s surrounded by people that love him. Ed is loved. And while closing his eyes, he smiles. And then the scene fades to black…

…and into the scene of the wedding. Time has passed. Cuts, bruises, and scars from the month before have long faded. The ship has been decorated with bright flowers, daffodils at the insistence of Black Pete, who’d received a playful glare from his fiancé that had puzzled the rest of the crew.

Stede walks Lucius down the aisle—had insisted on doing so at the very begging of the wedding planning process and would NOT be convinced otherwise thank you very much—and Lucius rolls his eyes at the theatrics, even as he smiles into their shared hug after they reach the make-shift alter, after which Stede struts right back down the aisle to make the same trip with Black Pete. The role of the officiant had been designated to Izzy, given that he’d be taking the helm once the ship set off on their next voyage. Stede had pulled Izzy aside and told him that out of everyone in the world, he was the one man he knew he could trust The Revenge and his crew with, that he could depend on him to keep that piece of his heart safe no matter what. And if Izzy had called him a twat and pulled him into the quite possibly the angriest hug Stede had ever received, well, he felt like that was his secret alone.

After Lucius and Pete have agreed to both their (and the crews) vows , Izzy asks for the rings. Then, from offscreen, Ed the ring bearer makes his way up.

He’s still recovering, the wound in his side still giving him grief a lot fucking more than he’d like, but he walks proudly as he makes his way up to the happy couple. He offers up the fancy pillow they’d snagged for the occasion, having helped each groom pick out the perfect ring when they visited the slowly growing New Republic of Pirates. After giving both of them a smile and pat on the shoulder Ed glances up at Izzy, a moment passing between the two of them. It’s the kind of look that said “would you ever have believed, all those years ago, we’d be doing something like this?” Then Ed, with a salute and a teasing “Captain Hands,” turns and makes his way over to the ship’s railing.

As he settles by Stede’s side, he can’t help but glance over at him, drinking in his warm smile and the obvious happiness in his eyes as the newly weds embrace amidst everyone’s applause and enthused shouting. Not for the first time the idea of ‘Edward Bonnet’ floats through his head. And yeah he knows, between the repairs needed for the inn and the bitching recovery process that’s sure to keep things chaste between the two of them for Way Too Fucking Long, they’ll have enough on their hands. There’s no way in hell he isn’t thinking about it though.

Some part of him deep down still twangs with guilt when he thinks of how Stede had to make the choice to stay with him while the crew sets off, and how excited he’d been a month ago to live the adventurous life of the Gentleman Pirate. Stede deserves adventure, he thinks. That’s not to say that Stede hasn’t been reminding him over and over again that he’s sure of his choice, that he’s irrevocably in love with him and that his greatest adventure has been following him to the ends of the Earth, but old habits die hard and all that.

But then, Stede’s looking over at him, eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins in that way that absolutely floors Ed every single time, and there’s a hand brushing against his, calloused and strong and still so soft. And Ed smiles, twining their fingers together like that night under the moon, and decides that now is no time to worry. Sure, maybe one day he’ll be up for another journey at sea; his leathers are hung up all nice and tidy in their shared wardrobe, right next to the blue robe he wears when he makes breakfast in the morning. Maybe he’s fated to spend the rest of his days on land, able to rest his wings and build a nest to call home. But right now, he’s not gonna dwell on the future, not while they have so much time ahead of them, time together. Right now, he’s more than happy to take it slow.

(Lmao I don’t know what possessed me to write this much but yeah, hope y’all enjoy. Also so know that conventional wedding stuff probably didn’t happen back then but 1) I feel robbed of a supper sappy over the top wedding bash and 2) it’d be more in line with the show to NOT be historically accurate soooo :’D)

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