#constant escape

[rain-rainynights]

i escape and i fade a hundred times a day into rose gardens and evergreen forests as the world i know has turned into desolate badlands rotting and burning every direction i look; my inner universe is the only place safe for me

but when i must step back into the monochrome landscape i reside in, what good does the constant escape inward do?

[8amira8]

youchie

[halfratsalready]

In two weeks, I’m going to be sitting in Madison Square Garden with my best friend, in the same fucking room as Brennan Lee Mulligan, Zac Oyama, Emily Axford, Lou Wilson, Siobhan Thompson, Brian Murphy, and Ally Beardsley while they play dnd, and despite the fact that I’m in a very difficult chapter of my life right now that makes it very hard to see any brightness in the future, good god does it feel good to know that I’m going to be in that position in only 14 days.

Gauntlet at the Garden you are going to change my life, even if just for an hour or two, and I absolutely cannot wait 🌃✨

[achlyisdumb]

Hollow Escape AU

Chapter 1: Part 5/6

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[hepbaestus]

made this while painting my nails and watching hideduo being back in the fuckin building (roommate arc 2: electric boogaloo)

[terriwriting]

EDIT 2:

My phone is now "get this thing to a recycling depot for disposal" levels of dead. Currently sitting on my patio, on a brick in a glass baking dish. Hopefully the below-freezing weather helps keep it stable because I don't have time to go to a depot today.

Pinned post for flash fictions:

Three teenaged girls share a fixer-upper boyfriend, but their idea of fixing him up is to accidentally turn him into a supervillain.

Can't remember the title but I read an interesting premise once; A hitman decides to seek redemption by using his skills to only kill evil people. Which is not at all new or even interesting, but the second part of the premise caught my attention; the hitman decides that the best way to be sure he's killing evil people is to kill the people who try to hire him. After all, if you have the money, connections, and willingness to seek out a hitman, you must be a real bastard.

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[ayellowapple]

I found a really nice new brush (again)

[circusballoon]

Another one for talking about some games I love over on Bluesky! The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Probably my favorite childhood game; I wasn't usually allowed this level of fantasy story and it had everything I could ask for: - Sassy companion - Shapeshifting - Woman gets to temporarily be a cool weird monster - Cat friends!! So many cat friends!!!!!!!

[hoofpeet]

The "what career/college should I pursue" thought process is really hard to lock in for right now because it keeps inevitably circling back around to "where would I be most likely to make friends". Which I feel like can't really be a factor in what college I'm going to potentially stake my life on... So I try to keep operating on the assumption that I'll still be pretty isolated as an adult and think about what's most PRACTICAL. But then the issue is that. That seems to be the only desire that motivates anything, and when I take the prospect of making friends off the table, nothing really sounds desirable anymore... which makes it hard to determine how comfortable I would be in any given career. etc etc . So I end up deadlocked & just going around in circles about everything

[comradeboyhalo]

it's very sweet to see tallulah and bad's relationship now being mirrored in pepito and bad's relationship.

bad was one of tallulah's main caretakers in her early days. before she was adopted by phil, she confessed that she saw him as a father figure and confided in him often about wilbur. once phil adopted her, bad began to babysit tallulah less and less, and now he rarely sees her, since phil has it completely covered in the mornings. tallulah doesn't need him anymore, and, as a bbh main, its actually really heartwarming to see. bad was there to support her when she needed it, and his conversation with her on adoption gave her the push to then ask phil to consider her his daughter. now she no longer has to seek comfort and guidance in one of her tios. she has her papa, and anything she used to tell bad, she will now tell him.

with roier MIA and pepito's other parents being largely inactive, pepito is now in tallulah's shoes: a child with absent parents, who now has to be raised by the island as a collective. pepito has been hanging out with bad and late night trio a lot, and bad is acting very similarly to pepito as he would with tallulah. he reassures pepito a lot, that pepito's dad loves pepito very much and will be back soon. bad teaches pepito game mechanics, feeds pepito cookies, plays pretend with pepito, and speaks to pepito with the same gentleness that he would with tallulah. its so heartwarming to know that when a child is at their loneliest, this demon will be there to pick up the pieces. and maybe he's just a band-aid, maybe he will never be a fix to their problems, but he'll make them feel loved for as long as they need it.

someday, like tallulah, maybe we'll stop seeing pepito make regular appearances on bad's streams. but that's ok. that just means that pepito has found support in pepito's parents, and that will only be something to celebrate, not mourn.

[rovermcfly]

why do the night at the museum sequels insist on showing us that larry has a family and true happiness at the museum and then every single time they go "but he can't keep it!! he must move on!" like what the fuck!!! just let him stay! what is the lesson I'm supposed to take away here!!

[ragesingoddess]

Odysseus, on his journey home to Ithaca, was visited by a ghost.

[princeparadiso]

no childhood should be like this

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?”

[kelvingemstone]

love brennan's commitment to wifing up zac oyama each time. no matter if it works for the character or not and ykw? i'd do it too

[commsroom]

there's an interesting statement being made about identity if you accept all of the wolf 359 characters are equally themselves as of the finale: eiffel is form without memory; hera is memory without form; lovelace is both, but without continuity of experience; minkowski is both with continuity - and she's still not the same person that goddard recruited. if we're never the same people we were, but we're always ourselves, then the only way the self can be defined is through its own assertion - and maybe it can be argued that "my name is-" (and later, being able to say "my name is hera" reintroducing herself to pryce) and "i am captain isabel lovelace. no matter how hard you try, you are not taking that away from me" and "without me, who are you?" / "renée minkowski, and that is more than enough to kick your ass" are all the set up for (and part of the answer to) "am i still doug eiffel?"