#rowyn

[bonusdragons]

May 29, 2024:

Clay Tertiary, Guardian, Circuit.

Nissa of Rowyn's clan!

[lemonlightt]

i need what morticia and gomez addams have because i said so?

[loganremade]

📷

send an ask with 📷 and I'll give you a random photo from my camera roll

[lemonchickenwing]

picrew

[hellolovers13]

yellow, baby blue, lime <3

Hiiiiiii 🥰🥰,

yellow - akfkdjxj omg you're making me blush 😳

baby blue - ahhh you too 💙💙

lime - hiii, that's a real shame tho :( we should speak more <3

what colour am I to you

[kalonicc]

ocs -- soon on webtoon canvas

[thebeanstack]

Rowyn my beloved

[cemetary-shifts]

does anyone else with npd/bpd sometimes feel genuinely evil, without real reason for it? i dont know how to explain it well, but its kind of like sometimes, when in an episode, it feels like someones injected rot directly into my heart. its not like guilt or shame or something, it just feels like something inside me is so incredibly wrong, to the point that it hurts

[clown-abyss]

People now hating on Ragatha more than Jax despite everything he's done really reeks of misogyny and it's like this fandom isn't even trying to hide it

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS WHO SAID THAT-

[rowyndodendron]

Diomedes really cranked the "simp-o-meter for Odysseus" from 0 to 12 in approximately 0.6 seconds in book 10 (choose ur spy buddy) and im snort-laughing.

Partially because of how Unnecessarily Extra Diomedes is.

And then even more so because of how Extremely Done Odysseus is in his reply (every time he uses the "long-suffering Odysseus" epithet i fucking DIE laughing. I can FEEL the -_-)

But also, because I feel like the opposite is more typical (Odysseus having the flowery flattering speeches and Diomedes just, like, "read at 2pm"-ing him in return):

I am choosing to headcanon that Dio is very subtly/very gently teasing/mocking Odysseus. And that Ody has done the "oh i pick Diomedes the incredible, the unmatchable, unwinnable force of the gods' will!!!" thing to him recently and Dio is now just throwing it back at him in a "do u hear what u sound like when u talk???" Kind of way.

Which is why Ody is peak "i am Unamused by this, diomedes" in the scene. Because he knows he's being gently roasted in a way the others likely won't pick up on/which is Just For Him.

And i think that's beautiful

[lithium-poet]

on friendship

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[rowyn-the-stargazing-deer]

*T is sitting outside the pharmacy rowyn works at, doing somthing on his phone. he's entirely zoned out*

@traveling-monster

"-and don't touch anything!"

*Rowyn lets the door close by itself and waves when they see Traveler*

Oh, hi again.

[loganremade]

ur reputation is funny and talented gif maker with the best Gender ™

rowyn beloved thank you so much!!! 🥺🥺🥺 it’s an honor to have the best Gender™ 💜💜💜

what’s my reputation?

[moiraineswife]

State of the world rn is such that i actively MISSED tumblr. Enough to attempt to breathe life into the rotting corpse of this account.

[harrylights]

i guess another thing that I feel like might be worth sharing is that, like.

when my dad first passed, the only way I could cope was to block it out entirely. and i felt like i was losing my mind, but sometimes I’d literally have to tell myself shit like “that didn’t happen, he’s still here, everything is fine” to get through a busy day especially. and I was so scared to tell anyone that’s what I had to resort to. but my therapist told me it’s incredibly common. obviously at some point u have to come out of that and accept the reality of it, but that’s smth you can’t really force either. it’s okay to take however much time you need

our brains do weird things to cope and grieve. it’s okay. one step at a time. sometimes that means just coming up with a way to get through the next hour, sometimes even just ten minutes. I hate that so many people have to learn what this kinda thing feels like but at least we have each other. pls don’t be afraid to reach out to ppl in the community, and if you have the space to do so, check in on your friends rn. the little things go a long way, now more than ever.

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Feveruary Day 3

@bellysoupset, who wanted more of Colin and Rowyn :)

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Rowyn groans as he approaches the door to outside, seeing the dark skies and the wind swaying the trees.

If only I had a fucking car, he complains to himself, bitter about his reliance on public transit, and other people for rides.

As he steps outside, he eyes the sky warily, hoping he can make it home before it starts to rain.

He shivers in the cool air, feeling very grumpy. His morning class was fine, but he had a lab in the afternoon that just dragged on.

And on top of that, his stomach’s been bothering him all day. First it was just grumbling a bit, but he’s properly bloated now, and he keeps stifling small burps.

He just wants to be home, preferably in bed.

He’s turning the corner to the bus stop, when the skies decides to open and dump buckets of water on his head. Well, that’s dumb, he thinks, I’m only like 3 feet away. And of course there was no warning, it just started pouring down.

He curses, starting to jog the rest of the way.

He turns into the bus stop shelter, and stands there, glaring at everything.

When the bus finally pulls up, squeaky brakes forcing it to stop outside the shelter, Rowyn climbs aboard, tapping his bus pass, and throws himself into one of the open seats. He crosses his arms across his upset stomach, glare still in place.

When the bus finally makes it to his stop, he unfolds himself from the seat, his stomach whining unhappily, and he reenters the fucking rain.

Tucking his chin down, he pulls his jacket tight across his body, and plods home.

Climbing the stairs to their apartment, he starts peeling the wet skin of a jacket off leaving behind an equally soggy shirt.

Upon finally making it home, he closes the door behind him, leaning against it as he drips onto the floor.

Jamie’s head pokes around from the living room, “Hey! How wa- oh,” he starts to ask, before realizing his state.

Jamie frowns, walking up to him, and asking, “What’s wrong?”

“What do you think?! I had to take the fucking bus, and got caught in that damn downpour!”

Jamie rolls his eyes, “Yeah, I figured that part out. I meant there's something else. Want to talk about it?”

“Nope, just want to fucking shower.”

“Alright,” says Jamie agreeably, watching him pad along the floor, leaving wet footprints behind.

It’s only in the shower, under the warm spray of water, that he gives his stomach the attention it actually needs.

Masked by the sound of the water, he finally lets out a couple burps, sighing when they release some of the pressure in his stomach.

After a nice belch offers some deeper relief, he hears muffled sounds through the door, and it’s a minute later when Colin’s head pops around the bathroom door.

“Hey babe, you okay?” he asks quickly.

“Yeah, mostly. My stomach’s been bugging me.”

“That sucks. I’ll be ready for cuddles when you’re done here,” he says with a wink, and Rowyn smiles, despite the lingering discomfort.

- - -

Rowyn digs around in his drawer, looking for a comfortable pair of pants, and when he can’t find anything satisfactory, he moves on to Colin’s drawer, finding a loose pair of track pants right away. He opts not for a shirt, too intent on getting into bed, with Colin.

As his stomach bubbles unhappily he moves to the bed, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto it, but forcing himself to move slowly to not upset his stomach anymore.

Colin joins him after just a minute, sliding into bed next to him and immediately turns toward him, wrapping an arm around him.

“How are you feeling?” he asks gently.

Rowyn groans, and instead of answering, he just moves closer to his boyfriend, hiding his face on his chest.

“You’re not going to throw up, are you?” he asks warily.

Rowyn shakes his head, “Just want to sleep,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around Colin and pressing closer still.

Colin chuckles a little, letting Rowyn move as close he wants, and tracing patterns on his back.