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[cogitxtio]

It's been brought to my attention that these posts might be reaching individuals outside Rhodes Island, so I'd like to offer some clarifying guidelines for those uninitiated:

[bludhavens-finest]

“Nightwing doesn’t know to from too” “Nightwing doesn’t know you’re from your”

Nightwing has dyslexia.

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

((Faceplants. On the floor. Hello!!! I have. Not been here for a while,,, could I possibly get a quick summary of current events while I catch up?/nf))

//Oh my gosh, hi!!! I can give you a rundown, what do you last remember? A lot has happened ^^;//

[ask-everything]

❗️🐝 Hello, mods!

I just wanted to buzz in and let you know that I think you all are doing a wonderful job! It must be difficult managing such a busy blog, and I must applaud every one of you for it. …Well, I would applaud you, if I had hands…

Regardless! A hearty thank you to every single one of you for making this blog happen.

Have a wonderful day, friends!

Hello,

Thank you so much, bee anon! While it can be a bit busy, I believe we do our best to work together and communicate.

We love receiving your asks, and each little buzz-by brings a smile to our faces. Again, thank you so much!

Mod Zaggy

[spxnglr]

Pops jumpscare below.

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

Flashes in my face now All I know is...everybody loves me!

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - The Vulcan Affair + Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

[scramjettracy]

Due to a frankly bizarre chain of events, I appear to be spending my compulsory leave days this weekend at a secret location in Cancun with Gordon’s swimming friends.

My Mission, as I see it, is to prevent 3/4 of the US Men’s 4x100 relay team dying of alcohol poisoning, sunstroke or being maimed by any vicious Mexican sharks.

Side quest to get as many preciously untold stories about you know who as I can…

The guys are in the limelight a lot so the rules of the place are no photos, no socials… John will know where I am but I’m not sure I’m even going to find out! Gordon are you sure I’m not being kidnapped?

Suffice to say I’ll be quiet for a few days. Stay safe y’all, ok?

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! (Or actually probably some of the things I would do you should also not do. I reiterate the Safe thing! Uh, just be safe.)

Also please try not to get in too many Situations? It’s hard enough leaving as it is without thinking my family are going to be extra-imperilled in my absence.

[misteria247]

It'd been a good day. For one moment, the day had been good. And now.....

'Breathe Northwest, you gotta breathe here!'

The thought hissed frantic in her head, but she ignored it. Instead, staring at the crimson color that was now staining her skinned knee and palms. The scent of copper overwhelming her to the point it where it made her head swim.

'Hands stained red, can't ever get it off, it never comes off.'

Pacifica felt her throat constrict as her breathing began to quicken. Chest tight and bound, her hands trembling as she just stared at all the blood. There was so much of it, too much of it. Always staining never going away, never coming off she just wants it off-

"Pacifica! Hey Pacifica, snap out of it! Please!"

A voice muffled cried out in the spiraling panic she was now falling into. Not completely registering who it belonged to. Instead trying to focus on trying to breathe and God she couldn't breathe please someone help-

"GRUNCLE STAN! GRUNCLE FORD! FIDDLEFORD! SOMEONE HELP SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH PACIFICA!"

The voice panicked and murky shouted out. The blonde barely processed it, instead wheezing and feeling sick. The sounds of footsteps rushing in, before another presence was by her. Warm, cautious hands gently taking her hurt ones. Pacifica let out a distressed sound only for a gruff soft voice to shush her quietly. Putting her at ease somewhat.

"Pumpkin I need you to go get the first aid kit from Poidexter or Fidds. Can you do that for me?"

The rough voice asked earning a noise of agreement before the source of it went rushing away. Pacifica trembled and again the voice spoke but this time at her.

"Hey, hey kid it's okay. You're gonna be okay. I need you to look at me."

It said, waiting for the girl to respond. After a bit of a struggle, the blonde finally looked away from her bloody hands, sucking in a harsh breath that made her head hurt, and chest give a funny stutter of sorts. Unseeing eyes made contact with a larger form that consisted of colors and shapes. But for some strange reason, they brought her comfort.

"That's it. You're doing great kid. Now, I need you to listen to me, follow my breathing. Don't focus on anything else. Now breathe in-"

The form said, taking in a deep breath to demonstrate. Paz tried to follow, her intake shuddering and making her nauseous.

"I-I can't-"

She started to say only for the comforting form to interrupt her, tone firm but tender.

"Yes you can sweetheart. Just focus on me, and take it easy. Now again."

After that, it was a bit of a blur for her. Hazy recollections of following the voice's breathing, hiccuping, and crying all the while until finally, the world began to refocus. Pacifica blinked, her surroundings finally making sense. The familiar back porch of the Mystery Shack greeted her, as well as the anxious form of Mabel and the concerned form of Ford. On the sofa sat an opened first aid kit, and it was then her knee and palms made themselves known by stinging dully. Confusion hit her as she realized that someone was gently rubbing her back. Eyes landing on the source, she was surprised to see none other than Mr. Mystery himself being the one doing it. Stanley noticed her gaze and seemed to relax a bit, offering her a cheeky smile.

"There she is, thought we lost there for a bit. How are you feeling? Can you stand up kid?"

Stan asked, seemingly indifferent. But his gaze held concern and understanding in them. As if he knew what kind of personal hell Paz had just gone through. The teen tried to speak but found she couldn't, her throat seemingly not working. Embarrassed, Paz shook her head no. Stanley didn't seem too surprised.

"Alright, up we go kid."

The older man said, picking her up unexpectedly. Paz immediately gripped his shirt, still shaken from earlier. Stan didn't comment on it, instead making his way up the old wooden stairs to join Mabel and Ford.

"Sweetie can you get the couch set up in the living room? I'm sure your pal is gonna need it."

Stan said, earning a hesitant nod from his niece. Mabel gave her friend one last worried look before heading inside. Pacifica didn't pay much attention, too exhausted from the events from earlier. Stan and Ford started to whisper amongst themselves, the two men seemingly discussing something before coming to an agreement. Ford held open the door for the two, and Stanley stepped inside into the kitchen. Where Fiddleford and Dipper were seated at the kitchen table, looking incredibly anxious and on edge. As soon as they noticed Pacifica, however, the tension they had seemed to fade away quickly. Dipper looked like he was about to start asking questions, but one look from Ford to Fiddleford made the two adults intervene. Taking Dipper into the living room with Mabel to set something up. Leaving Stan and Pacifica alone. A silence settled over them before the older man spoke up.

"I know you're probably embarrassed by what happened. But I'm just gonna tell you right now that no one cares about that. They care about whether you're okay or not. So don't think too much on it, alright?"

Pacifica took the words, processing them a bit. Before quietly nodding, not ready to talk yet. For Stanley, it was fine, he knew from experience how exhausting a panic attack could be, so he wasn't going to push it. Satisfied, he carried her out into the living room to join the others, where hopefully she could finally get some peace.

[adoresyou-a]

happy trans day of visibility!! :D 🏳️‍⚧️✨

[constellationcrowned]

[outofthiisworld]

🎨👽// I’M FINALLY DONE. GOD !!! the assignment was a collage that had to have atmospheric perspetive + balance we haven’t done in class yet (radial my beloved).

So while the pomegranates, grapefruits and oranges are photos glued on— the rest was me :’)c im so tired i miss writing

[cogitxtio]

exodus from the pale sea

[morgansmornings]

Okay this may seem like I am an asshole, but I swear I'm not!

But if we are actively writing together, whether plotted or if one of us is waiting on a reply or starter; Can you like or comment on this post with the muses so I can start an accurate thread tracker? Even if it is on a pause to due to a lack of muse?

This has nothing to do with any of you! I just... lost track of thing since last August. And going forward I want to make sure I have everyone accounted for so I am not forgetting anything or one!

[sonchiildren]

Nothing helps out the RPC members that have anxiety more than being a dick about not getting an interaction from a mutual. This is a hobby, if you can't understand that than leave. No one owes you interactions and if you are going to be a dick about it than honestly you don't deserve interactions. To be so entitle to say someone OWES you asks speaks volumes about you when you yourself didn't send any. Again, this is a hobby NOT a job. The people behind this accounts have lives outside the RPC. If you can't understand that, than leave.

[xuchiwa]

Pride today, rain or shine, so here's some pics of the results of the hour long makeup look. ( Obviously it's of the ace flag. <3 Might do pan colors next year, I was trying to do a look with both, but it wasn't meant to be. )

Energy is a bit iffy already, so we'll see how this goes. Might post pics of the event here later for you guys! <3

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

Is it normal for your best friend to buy you flowers on Valentine's Day?