Welcome To The Soukoku Switch Au: Father’s Day Edition 🎉

Bsd fandom be like- omg skk are so toxic, they hate each other, make each other worst, they are so bad for each other.

The skk in question-

They are literally annoying little toddler besties who like to annoy each other. They act like the other has cooties and then go and invade the others space like its a competition.

swashbucklin’, corn-shucklin’, wife-cuckelin’, cock-suckelin’ pirate

The invasion of Rafah is imminent. We all need to be prepared to do what needs to be done from protesting, blocking ships carrying weapons from leaving ports, disrupting the lives of politicians supporting this, to donating and boycotting.

All eyes on Rafah.

It didn't start on October 7th

Nathalie: We made a map of all the possible places Ladybug and Cat Noir could be.

Nooroo: *realises he’s dealing with absolute idiots*

Nooroo: This is just a map of Paris.

Gabriel: Exactly, we have no idea where she is.

Myléne: I admire that when babies don’t want to hold something anymore, they just drop it.

not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to

The man who slid from his horse was not his son. Not as he’d known him. Uther was still seeking answers for what had befallen Camelot, for what had become of his son, but he wasn’t certain the man before him could give him those answers.

He was changed. The man Uther had sent out to settle unrest along the northern border had been young, eager to please, there’d been a confidence in him that came from the arrogance of youth rather than confidence in his own abilities, something Uther had frequently taken advantage of.

This man bore none of that youthful arrogance. He stood tall, shoulders firm, sure in his own power and strength. The clean youthful lines of his face had given way to rougher lines of hard living, of a neatly trimmed beard.

He did not bow at Uther’s feet, rather he greeted him as an equal.

No, not an equal, Uther saw that in the way this grown version of his son eyed him.

“Father,” he greeted.

“My son,” Uther returned, longing to reach forward and bridge the gap between them and yet knowing it would not be welcomed. For once it was he who felt wrong-footed by their exchange. Something made all the worse when the ranks of knights behind Arthur, some familiar, most not, parted and another man strode up the stand beside Arthur.

Stand beside him as an equal. That at least had not changed, then. Merlin had always been an atrocious servant.

His son’s manservant had changed too, perhaps as much, if not more than Arthur. He stood tall and confident beside his master, clothes better made than he’d ever worn before, at least in Uther’s presence, a thick beard covered his jaw.

“You have returned with answers, I hope.”

“I have,” Arthur replied, his words were unexpectedly made of steel.

“We’ll speak inside.”

“Yes.”

Arthur turned to his head knight, a man Uther did not recognise and issued orders to deal with the horses and the men and then, with words that struck Uther deep he said, “And someone find Ygraine before we lose her to the sights of the Lower Town.”

“Ygraine?” Uther choked out.

“Our daughter,” Arthur replied curtly.

“A grandchild?” He uttered in wonder.

“We’ve much to discuss.”

Uther certainly thought so, no more than when one of the knights stepped forward and said, “King Arthur, the princess is with her grandmother.”

King Arthur.

Much to discuss indeed.

12 Palestinians have drowned in the sea in north Gaza while trying to get to airdropped aid.

Do you understand how desperate someone has to be for them to run into the water to get a damaged box of god knows what?

What could have been going through their minds when they jumped into the water? Their children's faces when they come home with a few cans of food? The promise of the family eating together?

I honestly can't even fathom what other levels of cruelty Palestinians are supposed to endure before anything tangible is done about this genocide, of which this engineered mass starvation is only one part.

Day 22

Wednesday

Reveal

@adrienagresteseptember2021

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It’s Marinette.

It all makes sense.

Who else could be this selfless?

He breathed in and out one, two three, four, five times before his breath got steady.

He shouldn’t be here.

He shouldn’t have seen this.

He wasn’t supposed to know.

But what’s done is done, and what’s seen is seen.

He hurried down the street towards the mansion, jumping through the window, de transforming and falling down on his bed with a love sick grin covering his face.

Marinette was his Lady.

Ladybug was his Princess.