#( i have a problem but do i care <3 )

[echobsilly]

“Born On The Cob” by SalamanderMoss, read it!!!! amazing!!!!!!! 🌽 Gail choking on cornbread in Chapter 3 fanart

[fox-guardian]

Examples of how to use the "tmagp vague" tag

AAAA WHAT HUH?? WHAT THE FUCK?? HELLO?? (<- something is happening and it's a lot but I have no idea what it is oh boy I'm hyped)

lol. lmao even. (<- what joyous comedic events are about to befall my blorbos I have no idea I can't wait)

The Magnus Protocol Is A Podcast (<- you could not get more vague than this. also I am terrified)

Loving the [REDACTED] dynamic today (<- I have no idea who you're talking about I can't wait to see whatever interaction this is discussing)

Mr J Newall/Mr Sims/[insert gust writer here] how dare you (<- oh boy oh boy what could it be. My interest is piqued and I am so excited for the upcoming episode)

Examples of how Not to use the "tmagp vague" tag

*actual line of dialogue* (<- that's not vague hello)

[CLICK] (<- any mention of tape recorders is not vague that's a fucking reveal)

*** is facing the horrors i see (<- I should not be able to deduce what character this is via the number of * being the same as the letters in their name. come on now)

[REDACTED] girl you are not subtle you are making things worse <3 (<- context clues should not tell me who you are talking about. The censoring is as effective as a handlebar mustache is as a disguise)

I like building new episode hype for myself by looking in the vague tag. Please do not actually spoil the episodes <3 I am so tired <3

[tizeline]

Does that mean you watched the new sonic movie?

If so, how did you like it?

Spoiler alert vvv

I have, and I did like it, but I dunno if I vibe with it as much as other people seem to do. TBF I've never loved the live action Sonic movies, they're decent enough but definitely not my favorite piece of Sonic media. That being said, this was probably my favorite out of the movies so far? They have improved a lot since the first one which is great to see.

One thing I think the movie did great was the action scenes, the coreography and animation was so fun and impactful and incredibly exciting to see! I also think the movie did a good job on selling us on Shadow's and Maria's friendship in a short period of time, that little montage of the two of them just doing a bunch of silly goofy shenanigans was really endearing. The wholesome innonsence of it all makes Maria's death hurt way more.

EXTRA spoiler, but arguably one of the things that made me the most excited in ghe movie was the post credit scene where Amy showed up LMAOOOO I've been waiting for her to show up. And I exepcted Metal Sonic to show up sooner or later in these movies, but I didn't expect a whole army of them haha but that seems like a fun idea.

[the-muffin-master]

"Since the Netherbrain fell, you and Astarion have seen more of Faerûn than you ever thought possible. One night, he tells you that these last six months of happy memories are the counterweight to two hundred years of misery."

idk what's up with my obsession with drawing astarion being happy and cared for but I'm sure it's not gonna come up in therapy. AFFECTION BEAM!!!!

[kaiserouo]

have been farming in solstice square today

[purpurussy]

i thought i had been too loud already about how cringe I think the whole dogpiling on r/danandphil thing is but apparently i need to be louder 😔 frankly i find the "banned from r/danandphil" meme childish and grating, own up to your freak nature and stop fixating on what normies are doing on a completely different platform it's kinda weird and pointless. let them be cringe in their way and we'll be cringe in our way and we can live in peace. yeah i would get banned from that subreddit if i went over there and posted the way i do here, that's why I'm posting on here not on reddit like ????????? I truly do not understand why this is a problem just mind your business idk 😭 it really is like the meme of the guy putting a stick in his bike wheel and then blaming someone else like why are you going out of your way to create a problem. when there are already so many actual problems you could be worrying about. dpmo

[wolfwarrior142]

My guy don't describe the random lost scientist guy that way to Rayla of all people. That literally just describes Callum.

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[unopenablebox]

im making a wedding guest list in order to. uh. destress. from work anxiety. (we are not officially engaged yet in that we are waiting for our rings to arrive sometime this month and also do not even a little have a wedding date and have not figured out a budget yet. so it's a very stupid exercise. but. i can do whatever i want)

anyway im beginning to worry that i only have two friends? i suppose it's actually good because that will cost less but possibly i have some kind of disease or condition

[fairmerthefarmer]

Some Exocolonist sketches!! (Is that how people shorten the name of this game? Cause I’m absolutely loving I was a Teenage Exocolonist but dammit it’s a mouthful of a title!)

I’ve done I think four or five playthroughs now? And still loving it, though I don’t know if I’ll be able to stomach purposely trying to get some of the bad endings, even though I know it gets you more lore.

[subwaylesbians]

for the ones who sing in the dead of night - chapter 2

a hadestown au. in which the ghosts of the city live underground is taken very, very literally

chapter 1 read on ao3

The sun makes its slow way across the sky, and Mercy wonders whether she regrets leaving. Everything she’s ever owned is crammed into the set of drawers by her mattress, and she's not stupid enough to think she can go back for it. Sully might be an idiot, but he’d make you hurt for a blow to his pride, if you gave him the chance.

She’s dreamed of getting out, of course - who wouldn’t? But every time she’s been fed up enough to try, it’s come down to this: New York is a big, big city. And she doesn’t know it, not really, not beyond the blocks she’s grown up on. So she’s hung around, told herself that in hard times, any crew is better than none. Waited for the bravery to show up. She looks over to Swan, slumped against the tree, chest rising and falling gently. Thinks that she hadn’t expected it to show up in the form of a person.

Mercy knows it’s rude to stare, but you can’t exactly blame her, given the opportunity. Swan’s clothes have definitely seen better days, her t-shirt fraying and half of New York’s mud worked into the ends of her jeans. Her hair haloes her face in the midday sunlight, and she looks almost… peaceful? At the very least, she’s lost the crease at the centre of her forehead. She stirs, murmurs something in her sleep - that was the first thing Mercy had noticed, when she found her on the stairs. Before they’d introduced themselves, before Sully, before they’d run. Hell, she thinks. I did it. I left. She reaches for regret, comes up empty.

When the sun begins to dip, they set off for Van Cortlandt. For all she’s heard about the meeting, Mercy isn’t sure what she expects - everyone in this city likes to talk big, and not many follow through. But the closer they come to the park, the more the streets fill. Crews eye each other warily, bunching tightly together in groups of familiar colours. Mercy pulled the green bandana from her hair hours ago - she is under no illusions of how much respect the other crews have for the Orphans.

They pass Norwood Station, and she can’t resist leaning over the railing, peering into the chasm at the end of the stairs. Wonders if the folk down there knew that big things were happening up top - did they know what the living were up to? Did they care? You could hear them singing, sometimes, when the nights were still. Feel the ground shake as they passed beneath. It takes her a moment to notice Swan has taken several steps back. Mercy leans back into the land of the living, tilts her head. “You don’t like ‘em?”

Swan shrugs. Her expression is neutral enough that Mercy might have been convinced, were she not also keeping a careful distance from the subway entrance. Mercy adds this to the list of facts she’s assembling about Swan. Stubborn, talks in her sleep, easily flustered. Doesn’t want to talk about family - which, join the club. ‘Scared of ghosts’ feels endearingly out of place among them.

“Can’t be much worse than up here, can it? At least they’re not hungry.” But she keeps walking. “And surely we know some people down there. It’s not like they’re all strangers.”

Swan winces in a way that makes Mercy think that might be part of the problem. She drops the subject.

They keep towards the back of the crowd, knowing they look out of place. Crew after crew stride across the grass, colours flowing like a river towards Cyrus’s promise. They’re not going to be able to see her, she realises - not hanging back like this. She tugs Swan towards the half-constructed fence at the field’s perimeter, surrounded by scaffolding. If they can’t get close, at least they can get higher up.

Swan scales the scaffolding, reaches down a hand to help Mercy up. And as the entirety of the crowd comes into view, she catches her breath - it's an ocean of bodies, pressed tight together, jostling to be closest to the centre. The Riffs form a wall, three men deep, between the crowd and the makeshift pallet stage at the park's centre. As the sun dips below the horizon, a man in a long black coat steps onto it - Masai, she thinks. As with Cyrus, his name has always seemed more of a local legend than an actual person. It’s strange to see them in the flesh. He stands there, arms crossed, staring the crowd into silence. And it shouldn't work, but an anticipatory hush falls over the sea of people. He nods once, sharply, and then he is stepping to the side. And Cyrus is taking the stage.

She is smaller than Mercy was expecting, the bright red of her jacket setting her apart from the crowd of black-clad Riffs. She spreads her arms wide, turning to welcome the whole crowd, the whole city, into the gesture. Her lips move, but they're too far away for the words to reach them clearly. A Riff a little further into the crowd repeats the words, and then another yet further in does the same. Mercy watches her opening message move through the press of bodies like a game of telephone. The Riff nearest them smirks as he hears the words, passes them on - "Can you count, suckers?"

The park lights come on, illuminating Cyrus from behind. Masai has been staring out into the crowd, as though daring them to try something. But here he glances up at her, just for a moment, and even from this distance Mercy sees the smile. Cyrus’s words might be filtering through a dozen intermediaries in every direction, but no one is looking at them. Even up front, where some of the larger crews are pressed shoulder to shoulder against each other, no one jostles. Every face is turned to the front. It’s all men, that close to the centre, and yet Cyrus holds court like she was made for it.

It’s no mystery to her, why Sully was adamant about staying home. He hates to feel small, and who wouldn’t, next to Cyrus? More importantly, the rest of the crew might figure out what a leader looks like, and from that deduce that he wasn’t much of one. But she thinks he’s going to have to deal with the fallout, anyway. Because Cyrus is conjuring her vision for a very different city, and even Swan - who Mercy suspects is not the optimistic type - is leaning forward, her eyes not leaving Cyrus’s face.

In the swell of the crowd, New York feels as big as ever - but for once, that might just be a good thing. If Cyrus has brought them all here, colours blurring together, what couldn’t she do? Change feels as real as the summer breeze that’s catching at her hair. She’s free to go where she wants. She has someone to go there with. On a day as strange as this one, what was one more miracle?

Her eyes are still on Swan, and so she hears, rather than sees, the shot.

[andi-o-geyser]

“oh the gods are bad the gods are bad” i actually realized i dont give a fuck. crazy concept i actually realized i do not give a fuck lmaooo. people have lived not liking or worshipping the gods for so many fucking years its actually CRAZY like people honestly just go about their day to day lives. they believe or they don't! big whoop! they just care about the price of milk and if the world isn't ending!!

[cosmiiwrites]

It’s really disappointing to see you be mutuals and interact with Proshippers.

looks around

[boxwinebaddie]

smhhhh not me makin my thottopic satanicmanicpanic pixiescreamboy girlypoppunk ( ily marj ) crimson dawn super band an entire fake religion, or rather…

a sacreligion ;) xx <3

[cator99]

Metis?

my mom brown but she's too racist to think about it so we've always just been white