#i love this man a very normal amount

[meowyjean]

he's so real for this

I wish I read more. I really am not a very, very good– like, when I say "good reader" I'm just not a committed reader. But I will say, when I obsess over something, I'll allow it to ruin my life, you know?

hozier and his favorite books

[knbwn]

shame.

[xentari94]

We now interrupt our daily broadcast with a short message-

*hijacks the mic*

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM-

*inhales*

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

I would also like to add that I-

LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

We now return to our regular scheduled programming-

*steals the mic again*

BITCH THIS IS THE REGULAR PROGRAMMING HAS BEEN ALL ALONG!!!

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I just really felt the need to get this off my chest, yeah. Have I mentioned I love him? Don’t believe I have.

[beauregardlionett]

Deanna Leimert was not a simple woman, thank you very much.

She was many things, but simple was not one of them.

But oh, she knew she didn’t look like much to random passersby. Deanna didn’t mind that, though, because she had learned to ignore what other folks thought of her a long time ago. Or at least, that’s what she let other people think. What was important, was whatever task was at hand.

There was always work to be done - kids to raise, mouths to feed, neighbors to check up on, knitting to finish, and a husband to wait up for.

Until there wasn’t anything. Until there was a flash of claws or teeth or whatever had done her in - and nothing. There was always something until there was nothing but a snowflake dissolving into the ocean.

Deanna supposed that wasn’t nothing, but it wasn’t anything either - it wasn’t even everything. It just was. Deanna wasn’t even Deanna there, and hadn’t that been a relief she didn’t know she needed?

How her husband found out, Deanna never asked, and probably never would. Don’t get her wrong, she had a lot of questions.

Why bother with a promise? Why did you move on? Was it easy? Why wait 200 years? Why did you leave the kids behind? Why did you leave me behind? Wasn’t I enough for you? Why am I never enough?

But that was too heavy for “fresh off a resurrection” talk. And it was too heavy for “surprise I have another family” talk. And it was just a little too off the mark for “I’m leaving you behind again” talk. It was always too heavy, too much like a drop of liquid lead, forever adhered to the back of Deanna’s throat because she could never let her anger reach melting point (327 degrees Celsius, in case you were wondering). Because Deanna didn’t let her anger rule her. Or at least, that’s what she let other people think. And maybe herself, too.

So she wandered into Uthodurn and tried not to think about a certain long gone gnome with a knit cap, or her husband, or her family, or the way the world had shifted and eroded without her. Deanna stubbornly ignored the phantom limb sensation of being freshly separated from a whole and then set adrift in a completely separate ocean - alone.

At least in the other place, she knew she hadn’t been alone.

She had her knitting supplies, a new body, a new chance at life, and the symbol of the Dawn Father.

She didn’t have her family. She hasn’t felt grief in so long, Deanna’s not sure if that’s what this weight behind her ribs is. It might just be her heart, but it’s been a long time since she had one that only belonged to her.

The cleric told Deanna that her soul had been willing and able, and she has a brief recollection of acknowledgement. But that consent was starting to feel a little uninformed. If she had known her husband wouldn’t still be Deanna’s, or how long she had been away, Deanna might have made a different choice.

But she was Deanna Leimert and she was not a simple woman.

It was hard to remember if Leimert was her name or her husband’s, but at this point it felt so integral to her identity, Deanna didn’t care anymore. She was now a cleric to the Dawn Father, an attempt to pay the favor forward. A desperate grab at the only anchor she hadn’t lost yet in this new life.

Then there was FRIDA, and a playback of Deanna’s laughter, and it sounded...genuine. Deanna forgot she knew how to laugh like that. FRIDA said laughter was a peek at someone’s soul, and Deanna thought they might be right. To Deanna, her laughter sounded like the other place, like a snowflake on the ocean, like the barely there whisper of grey water against itself for eternity. Her phantom limbs didn’t ache so much with FRIDA and laughter around.

Deanna felt lighter, again. She pushed the heavy talk to the side because what did she have that she might be ungrateful for? There was nothing to complain about! Or at least, that’s what she let other people think. Everyone except FRIDA, who apparently read her like an open book.

Deanna was good, she was great, even! She had her knitting, her stew, FRIDA, and a whole new life ahead of her.

Things were perfect.

[sysig]

Just a few favourites, only a couple, I swear (Patreon)

[daily-rgg-posting]

I am so Tachibana posting. Hello I am Tachibana’s Number One Fan.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

ajr. good band.

[uftopia]

my babyyyyyy (dream) my babbyyyyyy (dream) you’re my babyyyy (dream) say it to meeeee

[quinnthebard]

It's WIP Wednesday my dudes

I got struck with inspiration during a really bad alliance raid roullette last night lol. Enjoy some Tav (Zepheria) / Rolan nonsense but they aren't actually together yet. Rolan is just oblivious and Zeph is down bad but doesn't know how to act on it lmaooooo. Anyway let's jump in.

Rolan wasn’t sure why Zepheria insisted on talking to him so much, but she sure did. Who was she? Oh, just the woman who saved his and the rest of the refugee’s arses multiple times over. No big deal. He’d worship the land she walked on if it wasn’t so gods-damned annoying. Who did she think she was? No one asked for help yet there she was giving it.

And giving it well.

Gods.

Cal and Lia loved her visits of course. It was all, “Zeph this” and “Zeph showed us that” or “oh look at this weird mushroom that Zeph found when she was wandering the Underdark!” Who in the hells decides to take a ‘calming weekend’ off in the Underdark? A crazy person. Zepheria. That’s who.

He should be grateful, but instead he’s annoyed.

And he’s annoyed that he’s annoyed.

He huffed at the tome that laid before him, unable to focus on its text because sadi woman was regaling his siblings with tales of her adventures as they listened in with rapt attention.

“And as we approached the petrified drow, a spectator revealed itself!”

“No!” Cal and Lia dragged the single syllable out in awe.

“Yes! Fortunately, Gale had read some dusty book about it and was able to tell us all about its weaknesses while Lae’zel railed on it with her greatsword…”

The story faded as he tried in vain—again—to focus on his studies. There was some sort of extra security system built into the tower that he wanted to learn how to control. After sifting through the basement archives and discovering that Zeph of all people had waltzed in and gained information in various vaults for her Wizard of Waterdeep, he knew he had to ensure that things stayed appropriately locked down.

And that certain people didn’t just waltz in and take what they like.

He scowled. “Can you please keep it down? I’m trying to work here.”

eering over at the trio, he could see that Zeph at least had the decency to look embarrassed but Cal and Lia merely snickered, mischief in their eyes.

“Oh come on, Rolan, don’t be such a grump. You can take a break at least for a moment right? We’ve got an esteemed guest!” Taunting him, Cal beckoned Rolan closer. His scowl merely deepened.

“An esteemed guest that shows up more and more as days go by. I’m sure she has more important things to do than bother us.”

It was Lia’s turn to jump in. Typical behavior for the pair to gang up on him. “Don’t be that way. She’s not bothering us.”

“Not bothering you, perhaps.”

“Well, if you took that quarterstaff out of your arse, perhaps you’d be having more fun.”

He was about to rebuke Lia’s insistence on the placement of his staff when Zepheria finally spoke again. “No, no. He’s right. I should leave you guys be. You probably have more than enough to do trying to reestablish yourselves in your new lives here.”

“We weren’t doing anything before you arrived. You don’t need to go!”

[fearthefuzzybear]

absolutely DYING over @2hoothoots's future superstars au and staring at the performer archetype. it was a good excuse to practice animation again!

[ganondoodle]

i really dont know how to write an utterly harmless opinion, ultimately irrelevant complaint or comment on an observation without someone getting pissy at me for it

[keithbutgay]

"ive got a new crush, and her name is education!"

her name

*explodes*

luz your bisexuality is showing--- /j

(people like meming that line and replacing "education" with "amity" :PP)

[sevicia]

I wanted to make a cleaner summary of last week's classes and also review the classes I have this week since the material is already uploaded beforehand but I was feeling so horrible throughout the day that when I sat down I was just gonna look at the ones for tomorrow but I think I'm just gonna go to bed because I just gave my little numbers game a few tries and not even the joy of tribial elementary school-level math games is bringing my brain cells and/or full sentience back

[cyberdragoninfinity]

god yeah ive simmered on it for months now but Z-ONE is definitely my favorite ygo series Ultimate Big Bad (as of right now, for series I’ve finished!!) by LEAPS AND BOUNDS. like i like Darkness/Nightshroud well enough and Zorc is a classic, gotta appreciate him, but Z-ONE and his entire deal just grab me in a way those others don’t even come close to.

Just something about how Darkness and Zorc are both these great and powerful otherworldly entities, these embodiments of nihilism and chaos and, uh, darkness lol, and then you get to Z-one and he is JUST some fucking guy!! Just some angry, lonely old man at the end of the world who willed something akin to divinity onto himself in the centuries-long throes of madness. I know a Bunch of people feel like he Should have just been Fucked Up and Evil Yusei From the Future, but that read doesn’t do anything for me. Yugioh is such a franchise that plays with themes of identity and Who You Are, and imo it’s much more fun narratively that Z-one ISN’T Yuse;, that he’s Just some nobody scientist who stole another man’s identity and tried so hard to convince everyone including himself that he Was yusei, and that certainly That would be the key to fixing his ruined future. (And then he has the GALL to get mad AT YUSEI when that inevitably doesn’t work!!! Like, DUDE!!!)

He’s just such a miserable dramatic old cunt obsessed with being the hero here.  He loves the few friends he has and got all of them killed in one way or another. He’s so far gone in his own time-travel-deepfried brain that he thinks he’s God and refuses to see the androids who did everything for him as his friends anymore. He’s so desperate at this point that it’s agonizing. He gets his ass beat by the guy he was factkinning and then dies in a body that isn’t his own. He’s just so human (the last human) and I’m obsessed with him.

[regalmortis]

honestly? the way i describe my own character is not very w/ll wood of me i need to return to [broken man who is evil because of his actions, not simply evil because of who he is as a person] because truly, truly the point i am trying to make is that feelings are neutral and actions are how you throw weight on the scales. something specifically i am fascinated by is how insecurity manifests itself into monstrous, abusive behavior because insecurity by itself is just... a feeling. it can make you vulnerable to abuse, it can cause abusive behavior. it is a neutral entity, and then the action is what weighs upon the scales of judgment. do you understand this.

[neosatsuma]

if I see one more post about the good omens leak/not leak im gonna lose it