#and it's regret(tm)

[wiskiemonk]

he's been talking about space for 45 minutes.

[daily-regretevator-doodles]

ARE THOSE COOKIE RUN COSTUMES??!!

Floor 176: Face the Trial!

Beach episode...

[moeblob]

(softly) I forgot Freedom Wars Remastered was today I'm so sorry...

[citrine-elephant]

can we talk about leon being "demonically" possessed by plants again, that sounds fun

a lichen, even. fungus and algae working together to turn leon feral

a fun part of this is envisioning leon attacked by a plant. via exploding seed pod. fungal spore bloom. gets a little too close and whoops, that shit's all in his sinuses and mouth and lungs now. good luck, blondie!

too distracted by the whole choking thing to properly get the sos call out and thunk, on the ground, out cold! a big feast for them funky lil cyanobacteria. or algae. or fungus. or all of the above.

[cider-est]

Teruko and the bad bitches she pulled by being autistic

[DO NOT REPOST] i will hunt you for sport

[marciliedonato]

okarun and momo in ep1 going through their respective situations:

[nightfal1n]

Unyeilding Avalanche - Blaze a Trail -

(Timelapse under the cut)

[sprucestairs]

hhhhhh I need to properly reread Percy jackson again. This post brought to you by the fact I was about to make a post about a scene I very vividly remember of Will Solace trying to convince Pollux not to keep fighting with his good arm broken before Percy manages to convince him not to bc he promised Dionysus, then thought to myself "huh maybe I should fact check that- I mean I did also convince myself that Travis stoll died in this battle when he actually just went to college." And guess what? That scene ✨️didn't happen.✨️ Pollux was trying to convince Percy to let him rejoin the fight very half heartedly, while propped against a tree, and Percy was just like "hmmmm... no"

[greghatecrimes]

ultimate autism moment: i got a hoodie in november that i ended up really loving and i wear it all. the. time. comfort hoodie 100%. but when you wear a hoodie a lot you have to be careful not to dry it too much (i started letting it hang dry instead) so the design doesn't crack and the fuzzy part of the fabric inside doesn't, like, mat or pill. anyways i wear it enough that the second it came back in stock on line (like a week ago), i ordered the exact same hoodie. so now i have a duplicate and i'll be keeping it washed + in my closet for whenever/if ever the first one dies, lol

[halfmileblog]

Josh Berry my beloved who has been wrecked by Austin Cindric a handful of times but is still so happy to hang out with him... they are besties your honor

[nerves-nebula]

ough. here i go again !! (making an original iteration of a thing i'm obsessed with based on my own personal neurotic fixations + a hybridizing of other more official versions of it, one of which includes a very popular kids show that was animated by flying bark productions)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston my quant of billions

[yukipri]

Today I was like I Suddenly Crave Fast Food Burgers

So I indulged and ordered Fast Food Burgers

And then partway through my first burger my stomach as like, Actually No Thanks This Does Not Feel Good

And then I was like damn this used to be no problem. Is this what getting older feels like...

[chernychnyi]

i usually like my dragon age love interests to contrast my characters somehow and yet the desire to romance emmrich as a fellow academic... would it be weird if he peer reviewed my papers before. would it be unprofessional

[shrimptacodaniels]

“Intervention time! You need a job.” 

Sasha hops onto the couch as he makes this surprise attack. He crosses his legs under him. 

Raffa raises an eyebrow at the sudden addition of weight, not pausing to look up from their lesson plans. 

“Good morning to you, too. I have a job, what-“

“No, not a work job. A job.” He raises an eyebrow back. “Babe, you haven’t stolen something in like five-ever.”

“What if I have?” they mutter defensively. “You wouldn’t know.” 

“Then something else is wrong. And we’d talk it out.” He waits a beat. “And I totally would know. I’m very observant.” 

Of all the things that could, that is the phrase that gets their attention. They look up to meet his eyes. “Remember that time-“

“Hey. Nope. So observant. I’m practically the Mayor of Observation City.” 

“And this is a commentary about unqualified political leaders.” 

“And you are deflecting.” Sasha kicks their shin. “Talk to me or agree to crime or something! You’re freaking me out.” 

They slump forward at that, mumbling incoherently into their palm. Papers flutter to the floor, inevitably to be forgotten for a while. He hopes. He really wants to fix whatever’s wrong.

“Dust! Get in here!” Sasha calls. He’s done enough living with Raffa to know how to read them (and therefore how to get them to open up), but they’re in a combative mood right now and Sasha’s a little too hungover for this. He needs backup. 

“Sorry, I was definitely training for Olympic Qualifiers,” Dust says as he strolls in from the hallway. 

Raffa says nothing. That’s only a little bone-chilling. 

“Yeah, you got a sec?” 

“Sure.” He leans against the arm of the couch. “What’s up?” 

“Raff’s gonna tell us what’s up with them.” 

“Oh, finally.”

“What do you mean, finally?” 

“It’s been a week,” Dust and Sasha chorus. Dust whistles appreciatively. 

“Mind meld.” 

“Hell yeah, my guy.” 

They fist bump over Raffa’s head. 

“I’m glad you’re both having an excellent time,” Raffa sighs. 

“Babe.” Sasha slings his outstretched arm around their shoulders. “We are here for you. Right now. Look. Me? Here. Dust? Here. Deep truth time.” 

“This is great for Dust, who just loves to tell the truth.”

“I tell the truth all the time,” Dust agrees. 

“Definitely.” 

“Definitely.” 

“Yes. We’re all on the same page.” 

Raffa eyes Sasha warily. This is normal practice for when Dust is being Dust, but the tiredness behind their eyes is far more intense than usual. Sasha reaches out from behind Raffa to pull at Dust’s wrist. 

“Come sit,” he invites. Slowly, Dust shifts so that Raffa is sandwiched tightly between the two. 

“Up close and personal, hm?” Sasha teases, knocking his head against theirs. Dust lays his head against their shoulder. Something twists in Sasha’s chest as they all slot together seamlessly. That ever-present (slightly embarrassing) thrum of “family” settles deep in his bones as he looks at two people he’s annoyingly fond of. For a life of wrong decisions, conning his way into this apartment was a right one. 

“How is this helping?” Raffa murmurs back. 

“We’re here. And you’re letting us hold you.” To emphasize his point, Sasha tugs the two closer, ruffling Dust’s hair in the process. “Figure out the rest later.” He uses his free hand to grab theirs, squeezing it tightly. 

“You’d think you were still drunk,” Raffa snarks. But there’s not a single trace of heat to their voice. Rather, it’s soft and unsure. “Idiot.” 

“Hey. I don’t have to be drunk to care about you.” 

“Yeah, same,” Dust pipes up. He’s being genuine now, mindlessly tracing patterns into Raffa’s other hand. “It’s not far-fetched that people like you, Raff.” 

Shit. When Dust tells the truth, he does it well. 

“Who said it was?” 

“You did. Maybe not outright, but there’s something in you that assumes you don’t deserve to be cared for. That no one in their right mind would want to.” 

Sasha nudges at their cheek with his nose. “And that’s bullshit.” 

“You two are, arguably, not in your right mind.” 

“Stop making excuses. We are two people who love you, Raff. You’re it. I don’t know how else to get through to you.” Dust is on a roll now, his words quick and his voice shaky. “We wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re good. Inherently. And you’re here. And that’s why we’re here.” 

Sasha nods. “Damn, Dust.” 

“It was deep truth time.” 

“I mean, yeah man. Got it in one.” 

“Hey, no,” he prompts. “Your turn.” 

“Oh, gladly.” 

Sasha squeezes Raffa’s hand again before they have a chance to protest, taking a moment to formulate his thoughts. 

“You don’t have any obligation to tell us anything. Or any need to put your guard up. There are more options. Like Dust said, we’re here because we want to be. But you call the shot. If that means you keep this to yourself, that’s fine. If you share, that’s fine. We just want to have you right now. If you can make that choice, the choice to let us stay with you while you take a minute, that’s more than enough.” 

“Sometimes the deepest truth of all is the truth left unsaid,” Dust supplies. 

“What does that mean?” Raffa asks. 

Dust smiles sideways at them. “I’m letting it go unsaid.” 

Sasha nods slowly. He gets a look from Raffa, who presses into him a little more firmly. There’s something to read behind their gaze. Sasha doesn’t quite catch it in time. 

“You two don’t have to worry. I’m an adult, I can handle myself.” 

“We’re not worried about that,” Sasha protests gently. “All we care about is that you know Deep Truth Time is being extended to you however you see fit. Take the reins, mama.” 

“Are you capable of saying a normal sentence?” 

“Jury’s still out.” 

Raffa huffs a laugh at that, tipping their head back. “You’re insane.” 

“You’re insane. Need I remind you about the peanut butter-“

“Do not start-“

Dust chuckles. “Or the lizard incident-“

“Not you too-“ 

“How could we forget the lizard incident? The house smelled like hotdog water for a week because-” 

Raffa slaps a hand over his mouth. “We get it. We were all there.” 

“That was gross.” Dust wrinkles his nose. 

“Exactly. Let’s not think about it.” 

“Fair. What’s the call?” he asks softly. Raffa slowly lowers their hand from Sasha’s mouth. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it. But. Stay for a bit.” 

Sasha wipes away a fake tear. “Mama took the reins.” 

“Begging you to shut up.” But, despite their exasperation, they rest their head on Sasha’s shoulder and close their eyes. Dust scoots impossibly closer, starting to trace patterns into Raffa’s hand again. Sasha angles his head so that his mouth hovers closer to Raffa’s ear. 

“Hey. Love you, riffraff.” 

“Yeah. You too,” they whisper back. They catch Dust in the ribs with their elbow. “Both of you.” 

Dust nods frantically. Somehow, his lack of words means significantly more than if he echoed the sentiment aloud. “Dust is nodding,” Sasha narrates. Raffa cracks a smile, keeping their eyes closed. The crease between their eyebrows lessens.

 It’s something short of a miracle to watch the tension melt away in real time, to feel them relax. A week of stress left unresolved is being worked through right now. Dust seems to sense the same thing Sasha does, because he stills, properly lacing his fingers with Raffa’s and squeezing tight. They squeeze back. 

The silence speaks volumes. Really, it doesn’t say anything. But that ever-present (slightly embarrassing) thrum of “family” starts back up. It fills the empty space. Sasha honors it like an old friend, and lets the sunlight melt the rest away. 

—

helloooooo the roomies are bad at vulnerabilityyyyy but they love each otherrrrr

some of you may be in the “they would not fucking say that” camp for this one. to that i say: yes they would. i have Explanations

(Hope you enjoyed 🥳)

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!