#he's! trying!

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

12 and/or 20 with...... with.... who vibes?? whoever vibes

delirious/fever/hallucinations/sleep paralysis and/or incoherence/babbling

it's my turn on the agarnaith plinko :) rhadrog is not having a great time

He leaves them at the edge of the swamp, speaking with the strange, short folk who had come out of the mountains once the Eye was gone. Or trying to, anyway. Viznak leaves them to it; he knows enough of different languages already.

Green-cloak is looking worse by the time he gets back. Ah, he thinks. It’s gonna be like that then.

He had thought it might be different, Rhadrog being a Man and all. It had even seemed like it, for a little. He got better after he drank the swamp-brew, even if it wasn’t by much. The other two will be ok- they got the brew before they got really sick. Poor Rhadrog won’t be so lucky.

“Viznak,” Rhadrog wheezes once he catches sight of him. “Are you-” he breaks off to cough wetly into his arm. “Are you quite sure this is going to help?” His eyes are bright and his face is flushed nearly the color of the waters near Seregost.

Viznak sits easily beside Rhadrog. “Yep! Not gonna be fun, though. Almost worse than just being sick, but you’ll be alive at the end.” Probably.

“Great,” Rhadrog groans. He tries to curl up on his side, but he starts coughing again until he’s out of breath and rubbing at a throat already growing painful. “Damned mushrooms,” he rasps. He gingerly lifts himself upright and rests his head in his hands. “What awaits me while this runs its course?”

“Lot of coughing,” Viznak says after a moment. “And you’ll get real hot. Belly will feel gross, too, but your throat won’t take much but water anyway.”

Rhadrog coughs. “How long will it be?” Viznak considers. He doesn’t really remember much. It was all a blur.

“Don’t know. Few days, maybe.” Rhadrog looks at him, and he wonders if it’s true what the orcs say, that the Men beyond the mountains have mind-magic to see right through you. Skies know there are enough like that this side of the dark mountains. “It’s good your friends will be busy,” Viznak adds with a not-quite-grin. “I don’t think Grumpy likes me very much anyway. He would probably blame me for this.”

“Yes,” Rhadrog says softly, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m glad Faeron isn’t here for this.” He sighs, and it catches in his throat and he clenches his teeth against more coughing. “You know quite a lot about this,” he says when he stills again. Viznak tries not to tense up.

“Good thing, too! Otherwise we’d all be dead.” His laugh is weak, for him, and Rhadrog’s eyes are far too sharp.

“How did you come to be out here alone?”

“Ah! Boss orc didn’t like me too much. Too smart.” He talks and talks, about the orders he didn’t much want to follow, about what happens to you when they want to get rid of you, about the exile from Udûn. Rhadrog falls asleep at some point, he thinks, bent over himself with his arms crossed over his knees, breathing shallow but even. Good. Better to sleep through it, if he can. Viznak keeps talking, just in case. About the others who were thrown out with him. About how they learned how to survive here. “The ones who made it past the sickness wanted to leave. Dunno if they ever really made it out. I was just fine staying here; it’s not so bad, once you get used to it, and no one comes looking for you, either.” 

“Sounds lonely,” Rhadrog says, and he really does sound half asleep. Viznak blinks.

“I guess. Beats taking stupid orders.” Rhadrog laughs, just a little. Then he starts coughing again.

It doesn’t really get better from there. 

It’s no natural thing, the swiftness with which the sickness comes on. How the swamp-brew counters it, he really can’t say- he wasn’t the alchemist in their little crew. Rhadrog hacks until he can’t anymore, and Viznak gives him what fresh water they have before he falls asleep. Rhadrog tosses about restlessly, muttering, and Viznak does his best to keep himself busy sorting his little collection of trinkets and tools on the far side of the hideout. Once, Rhadrog’s eyes open and he says something in a language Viznak doesn’t know. He tries not to remember the things he saw when it was his turn.

He woke alone. The others had either left or died.

These tall folk aren’t so bad, he decides, wrestling an unseeing Rhadrog back into the hideout after he gets it into his fevered head to go for a walk. Even Grumpy. Sure, he wasn’t much fun, and Viznak didn’t particularly enjoy the way he looked at him early on, but he isn’t mean the way some are here, and he watches his friends with some bright intensity Viznak only distantly recognizes. 

“You’re a good kid,” Rhadrog says, clearly and suddenly enough Viznak nearly jumps out of his skin. Rhadrog is still staring about like he isn’t seeing the branches of Viznak’s little home, though, and his face is damp with sweat. Rhadrog laughs, the sound rough from his throat. “We’ll see you in Ithilien before too long, I’m sure.” Almost Viznak asks what Ithilien is, but he knows the question will go unheard.

“Go to sleep,” he says instead, prodding Rhadrog’s too-warm cheek. “Better that way.” Rhadrog only bats blindly at his hands, grumbling about some kid again. Viznak sits back. Soon, the grumbling changes to something sharp and fearful, things about sewers and forests and horrid flying things. Viznak sighs. “Told you so,” he says.

“Stay beneath the trees,” Rhadrog says. “Don’t let those flying things get you.”

“No kidding,” Viznak says. ”They’re the worst.” Rhadrog doesn’t seem to hear him yet. Weary suddenly, Viznak sits beside him and pats his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you company. You should wake up before Grumpy gets back, though. I don’t think he’ll like my explaining very much.”

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[lokutofu]

World’s Greatest Detective fails to correctly identify his children 😭

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[ducktracy]

sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[baristabomb]

...weird amount of dunmeshi fans have been saying being a caretaker in a relationship is the worst thing ever..marcille must want to killl everyone soo bad because doing things for people suuuucks sooo muchh

it's an act of love, not just a job i promise. we all want someone who's willing to take care of us in some way, just like how senshi shows care for others by cooking for them :'|

[frownyalfred]

“Bruce Wayne’s superpower is money” Bruce Wayne’s superpower is the ability to actively have a full-fledged panic attack and still look Superman himself dead in the eye without any of his vitals changing. Heart rate is a solid 60 BPM. You can’t even see him breathing. Put some respect on my man’s name.

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[ineffable-rohese]

Please correct me if I'm wrong, but this is my understanding of things...

David Tennant: wears a shirt and publicly says trans kids have the right to exist. Otherwise continues to just do his thing as a beloved British actor with no social media.

The UK Right: has an absolute fit, tries to call him a pedo, but it backfires and gets one of their own fired

David Tennant: wears pride pins in public venues and is supportive of his kid. Otherwise continues to do his thing and has a massive year as a beloved British actor with no social media.

LGBT Britain: give him an ally award for... Not stopping being a good dad and wearing pins while on TV.

David Tennant: accepts award with grace and humility and understanding that the bar for allyship is in the floor, and says he wishes a right wing politician would shut up (presumably about trans people).

Rishi Sunak and the Tories: tries to go after DT for impinging on freedom of speech.

When the Tories go down in flames, can we credit DT? Just a little bit? For lolz?

[huecycles]

and here's the dad

[magentasnail]

I'm absolutely obsessed with the book of bill, best thing i've ever read and it no joke gave me actual nightmares !! 100/10

[otto-doctavius]

old man in da shorty shorts

Bonus:

[andy-dandy]

love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

[everwalldigan]

Concept: Jason sending Tim a different drug dealer’s name every month so that rich kid Tim Drake tries to make the dealer sell to him as a test if they’re truly sticking to Jason’s no selling to kids rule.

Jason has essentially killed two birds with one stone, 1. He got to identify and take out the fuckers that were still selling to kids and 2. He essentially made sure Tim could never buy anything from Gotham’s dealers. Call it his way of caring.

To anybody else, Tim just looked like another stupid rich kid who doesn’t know what they’re getting themselves into but the ruse is up when the news starts spreading that anyone who sells to Tim Drake specifically will get their ass busted by the Red Hood. So the next time Jason sees Damian he pitches the idea up to him and the few dealers that sell to Damian get an especially slow and painful treatment cause how dare they sell to what is very clearly a 14 year old baby??

The operation is kept strictly away from Bruce, of course, until one day some reporter breaks the story about billionaire Bruce Wayne’s kids caught trying to buy drugs and all HELL breaks loose. The end result was all of them being grounded for a month after a 5 hour long rant about responsibility and damaging their civilian reputations and the entire Wayne family being blacklisted from the drug market no matter how much cash they wave around.

[stickyvoidpaper]

Dick : Jasons been more, relaxed lately. It's unsettling.

Tim : Yeah, I've started spiking his water with mood stabilizers.

Dick : What

Tim : I've been thinking of doing it to the wider gotham water supply. Think about the crime rates.