#bro is Tired

[dinxieyinxie]

he's not even eepy, he's Sleep-Deprived SDHFGHFSD

[incorrect-riordanverse]

Annabeth: what are you doing?

Percy, writing a letter: the gods want to know if I’m able to go on another quest for them, so I have to let them know by sending this later.

Annabeth, looking down and reading it: this just says ‘fuck around and find out.’

[cksirface]

Logan when the other sides ignore him for a 1,172,832,918th time and he starts like actually crashing out

[aspionagee]

Just so you know when Severus tells Harry and Draco he's gone to brew, at least 40% of the time he's really just sitting on the floor of his lab and staring at the wall to recover

[sbasbbsbs]

simon petrikov (give the poor man a break)

[koerinz]

average conversation in the schmidt household

[lihim-oa]

Ok actual John now

[askthe-littlepoet]

Do you want

Weapon.

-👁️

"...no? Not really?"

[adhdgoberrrrr]

Yuki!!! (and Avalon's torso...)

just from the scene in the short Taiji chapter I released

[micsmasmuses]

“Whoever is saying they’re going to nuke hell. Can you just make it pride…”

[welcometoaurorashell]

The psychiatrist after seeing my Dad sister and I:

[groupalpha]

(More of comic under cut)

EPS: And that's how to work communications to contact us. Don't be afraid to talk to any of us at all.

EB: Thank you...

May I ask something else? About the group?

EPS: What is it?

EB: Why did Stories cut off his communications? Has this been going on for a while?

EPS: It... happens periodically. Sometimes it lasts only a cycle, or sometimes longer. The longest he's had communications shut off was for eleven cycles.

EB: That's an awfully long time. Do you know why, or have you asked about it at all?

EPS: I wish I knew, or any of us knew. That's the one thing Stories never told us. I've tried to pry into it, but Stories ended the conversation quickly every time.

EB: What happens when he's gone?

EPS: Nothing much different, but since Stories wouldn't answer, I have to take lead as a temporary position. Not that there's many of us.

EB: Who's us?

EPS: So far, it's Thirteen Elder Stories, Eight Crashing Tides, Me, Last String of Life, and now you.

EB: I see.

EB: When do you think that Stories's communications will open again?

EPS: I... don't know. Whatever the case may be, I'll hold this group together for him until he comes back.

[End of selected memories]

EB: That's the earliest thing I remember. My creator never shown me how to communicate, so I had to learn from Prism.

It was sort of a give and take with them, but they only took things. For my experience anyways.

Final part end.

(You can ask questions about this if you want)

[sampurrie]

Random phone doodle

[lotus-pear]

ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE

[mageunderground]

"Maker, yes." Too much excitement for one day. Too much of it negative. He closes his eyes while Zevran presses his lips to his face, exhausted and docile now that the tensions are dispelled.

"Not too forward. Incredibly welcome, in fact. I'd rather not have to meet with a new roommate just now. And I'm hoping you kept Pounce 2 around for me to bask in the company of."

"It's alright. Let us put this behind us for now, hm?"

Zevran knows they are going to have this conversation again -- over and over again, most likely, the stubborn men that they are, but he can deal with it when the time comes. It is not the repetitiveness that will bother him, he knows. It is the simple fact that he cannot make promises. He cannot say Anders or Justice will never hurt him, how could he know such a thing? Just as he cannot say he will never hurt Anders. Not willingly, of course, but he has done plenty of things he did not really wish to do. What he does know is that he does not want to be afraid of what might happen.

He presses a soft peck to Anders' lips once again, and then to his jaw. He does not wish to cause the mage more pain by rousing the angry demon, and yet he still feels the unbearable urge to throw this all in the demon's face. You will not have all of him. He is not yours to take.

"The mood is only ruined if we allow it to be." He smirks. He still feels exhausted, emotionally, at least, but he's already visibly beginning to lighten.

"Would it be too forward to ask you come home with me?"

[pixlokita]

They cute