#might still do that

[solar-kidd]

Forgot to post these!! My vague concepts of Reverse Omens! Tbh I really really loved the idea of Aziraphale wearing glasses but like- the three blind mice kinda glasses. But then Crowley looked weird without glasses too so I just gave them both some 😭

[i-am-very-heck]

so this is the "v and rufus talk about s" fic! its somewhat long so ill be throwing under a readmore. hope yall like it!

"Y'mind heading to Venus? I don't want to leave you waiting here for a while... Savvy?"

"I follow, I'll head that way now. Seeya later."

Obie shoots V a wink as he walks off into the steam tunnels to find the exit. V's face erupts into a deep shade of red.

They shake the incoming thoughts out of their mind and take a deep breath, psyching themself up to enter the unlabeled steam room turned secret lab. This was important. They opened the door.

"Hey, Rufus? You got a minute?" They called out.

Rufus looks up from his book. He was sitting at the table in his very compressed normal living area.

"Of course. What's going on?"

V sat down at the table with him. It was clear they were quite anxious about it. They spoke as clearly as they could.

"I'm just all balled up about this and you're the only person I could go to about it..."

"...What was S like?"

Rufus cocked his head at V, he was confused.

"Couldn't you ask Susie? I mean, she is your mother.. right? She would probably know more about S than me."

…

"... I've tried. She never told me much. Momma always kept things bottled up and away from me, even as an adult. I've just had to piece together an image of him from remnants of the past."

V was fidgeting with their ring. Rufus' expression shifted to a more solemn one. He slid a bookmark between the pages of the book he was reading and set it to the side.

"I see. Well, in that case, I'll try my best to answer your questions about her. Anything specific you'd like to know?"

V thought for a moment.

"What was she like to you?"

"Hah. S was a troublemaker, that's for sure, but they always had a kind heart for the people and things they cared about. One time she brought home a racoon from the forest while it was pouring because, and I quote, 'It looked so sad out there!'"

"Even though he barely understood a lick of the books I read, he always was so supportive. He would also tease me relentlessly about being a nerd, despite being just as much, if not more of a nerd than me!"

Rufus smiled at the thought.

"And.. While I've only known you for a couple days, I can see you've picked up his adventurous spirit."

V had been nodding along with the cadence of his speech up until he had said that. They looked up at him.

"... Really?"

"Really."

...

"I have more questions."

"Go ahead."

"Why did they even leave for the north in the first place? I've read a lot of conflicting articles on the subject and I just want to know."

"Well, the short answer is to help people. They heard about the problems the cows were causing out there and wanted to help as many people as they could."

V raised an eyebrow.

"And the long answer?"

"She wanted adventure and the little farm we lived on just couldn't supply it anymore. You can only go wandering in the forest so many times before it loses its magic, you know. Though, he wasn't lying when he said he wanted to help people. I know that. He sent a postcard every day he was on his adventure, telling me about the people he'd helped and the wacky things he did and saw. I didn't understand his reasons when I was fourteen, but I understand them now."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's inte- wait. They wrote you postcards?"

V stared intently at Rufus for the answer. He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Er, Yeah? I wrote letters back if that matters."

V's staring didn't cease, but it was clear they were processing some things in their head.

"... Rufus, my buddy, my pal... Your signature sucked."

Rufus was bewildered.

"What?"

"Your letters. S kept 'em and I ended up finding them while looking through her stuff that Momma kept. I couldn't decipher the signature for the life of me, even with her help. If I had figured it out I would've been in contact with you way sooner."

He seems to cringe a little.

"Oh gosh, sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, it doesn't matter now anyways. But, uh... Would you still happen to have S' side of the letters?

"I do."

"Please spill it."

"Alright, alright, let me go grab them."

Rufus stands up and walks towards his bookshelf. Kneeling down, he grabbed a small beat-up box from the bottom shelf. He returns to the table and sets the box down with a soft 'clonk'. It was slid over to V to view.

"These are the postcards S wrote to me in their heyday. But, as more time passed the postcards I got were few and far between. I'm pretty sure the last one I got..."

Rufus pauses and pulls out a postcard from the bottom of the box and skims through it before offering it to V.

"... was about you."

V takes the postcard and begins reading.

Dear Rufus,

Sorry for no letter in a while! I've been having a time the past couple of months... This past week actually has been really interesting, though! Me and Susie recently released a little bundle of joy into the world and they're so cute... We haven't decided on a name yet, but yeah! You're an uncle now! I sketched them in the corner so you know what they look like. Hope you're doing okay!

Sincerely, S

As promised, in the corner of the postcard is a sketch of an infant being swaddled in a blanket.

"Huh. Well, that's one way to announce a child."

V carefully picked up the stack of postcards out of the box, making sure to put the one they'd just read at the bottom.

"I'm just gonna... speed through these all, 's that jake?"

Rufus nodded.

"Go ahead. Just be careful with them, these old postcards are sort of fragile."

"Gotcha."

They begin reading and damn there are a lot of exclamation marks here. There's also plenty of talk of sidequests, stuff like a chef needing things, a nun needing purple grass, ttrpg nerds having fun, jellybean finding, etc, etc. One of the more vivid stories involve a circus and the weird things involved there, the sideshows, the clowns, and the nature of the ringmaster. There is also a surprising amount of violence described in a cheerful tone, like at least four instances of something like "I killed a bandit gang!!! Their screams were funny and I stole their bones."

On a less distressing note, he sure did help out! Helped with trains, helped kill a big necromancer, helped trap some big evil cow guy, and helped keep some weird future guy at bay? That's just swell.

V set the postcards back in the box and they stare at the table, very unsure about how to feel.

"That was much more than I bargained for and I really don't know what to do with this information now. Genuinely, what the hell did I just read?"

"The north was a wild, wild, place back then. It might be better to think about it later."

"... Y'know what? I think I'll do that, my head is spinning from this."

V stands up from the table and floats over to the exit.

"Thanks for answering my questions and I hope you have a swell day."

And with that, they left.

[bags-of-regret]

Oh god theres more

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[hansoeii]

crowley

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[crypticscarecrow]

Would you believe me if I said I'm already making a playlist to the cast

[saeiken]

🍴🍴🍴🍴

i really like how the lineart came out so here it is on its own :>

[eemolu]

loved watching brennan consistently remind ally that they are getting kicked in the head over and over by his favorite hot npc. every time they come back to that scene it's "you're still getting kicked in the head" and honestly i'm so happy for him. it's revenge for all of it. you're gonna ribbon dance down a staircase? you're gonna slam me down big style? heeeyyyy girlie, you're getting kICKED IN THE HEAD UNTIL YOU DIE. and that's beautiful

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike thinks Michael is dumb as hell

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.

[tam--lin]

In light of increasing anti-trans and anti-abortion laws in the United States, I am once again humbly requesting you inform yourself about jury nullification, your ability as a juror to vote against convicting people being prosecuted under unjust laws. Nullification was instrumental in legalizing abortion in Canada - it informed jurors can use it to help protect healthcare workers and protesters in the US, too.

[mokeonn]

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me