#im sleep deprived ignore me

[dani-luminae]

”Fire and Ash”? Are they f*cking serious? Thats the best and most creative title they could come up with?

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

DO NOT INSULT SENSHI OF IZGANDA THUS

HOW DARETH

I figured it out

[psychicbluebirdmiracle]

Just realized Dick was robin after robin hood and then jason became hood... so they are robin & hood

[whipstickagostopm]

i didnt notice kagiura had little triangle eyelashes until like chapter 23 and now i cant stop noticing it its so weird

[quietwingsinthesky]

do u guys think jack ever let members of the torchwood team fall asleep on him in the backseat. because i do.

[siobhanbooks]

just remembered that out of all of our important characters, at the end of iron flame, we don't know if bodhi or Garrick are alive.

I don't have my copy to hand do this is being do entirely from memory so if it's not 100% right then I apologise

but after the battle ends we know that brennan, mira, sloane, aaric/cam, Violet, and xaden are all alive. vi speaks to dain and then she speaks to Rhiannon who gives her a run down of the squad. sawyer is in the infirmary with jesinia and ridoc, imogen, and quinn have all been injured but nothing is too serious. I think the fliers are all fine as well because they were more involved with the infirmary and evacuations at the end.

but there is no mention of bodhi or Garrick.

and we don't know if there's a dead green dragon like I've seen some people say. I actually remember this part really well for some reason. vi says that there are dead dragons - does not specify colour - then says she doesn't recognise any of them. she's spent way too much time working on revolution stuff with Bodhi not to recognise cuir I would think

[ty-the-trainwreck]

thinking about cowgirl!nancy and bartender!robin

(this was the product of me realizing that natalia and maya have photos of them wearing cowboy hats and im just)

( plus a little photo of what i think nancy’s pants would look like in this but if they were white)

robin works at a saloon, and one day nancy comes into town and it's not everyday that a woman comes riding in on a horse with her head held high and felt hat held even higher. robin tunes into the gossip circling around the saloon, even though the men insist that it's not gossip. no, that would be too dainty. too feminine. too queer.

the men say things like, "someone's got to show her what a woman's place is in the world." robin barely knows who this mysterious cowgirl is, but she's tremendously livid at each word that comes out of the crusty lips of those bacteria ridden men. she contemplates spitting in all of their beers, but decides to swap out her saliva for six tablespoons of black pepper. robin relishes in the way every man that had said a sour word wrinkle their nose and cough into their elbow aggressively.

eventually, robin gets to meet the mysterious woman.

she waltz into the saloon with her hands clutching her studded rhinestone belt, her black button up had the two top buttons undone and her white pants were tucked into her light brown cowboy boots.

robin was mesmerized.

the woman walked up towards robin, and she finally got to see her face. the woman had sharp blue eyes and an even sharper jawline. robin felt her knees liquify and she barely kept herself standing.

"you serve anything but rum here?"

oh god.

the woman had a southern accent.

"pardon?"

"i don't see one glas that isn't filled with rum."

"oh, yeah. we do, but nobody that visits this place has actual taste buds." robin tried her best to play it cool and not freak out about how attractive this woman was. "wanna take a seat?" she gestured to one of the barstools and took out a table wipe to start wiping down the bar. "gladly." the cowgirl said, her sentences seemed to be short and clipped, quiet compared to the hooting and hollering around the saloon.

"so, want anything to drink? or do you not have taste buds too?" she teased, stuffing the table wipe into her back pocket. the mysterious woman huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. "whiskey, please. i need some after my ride here."

"ah, so you have only lost a few of your taste buds then."

"bless your heart."

robin rolled her eyes with a smirk, turning around to grab a bottle of whiskey and pour it into a tall glass. she slid it towards the lady and watched as she picked the glass up and take a big swig. robin felt her heart beat a little faster as she witnessed the woman's throat bob and swallow all the whiskey. robin quickly redirected her gaze and stared down at the woman's hands instead, making robin even more pathetic that she already was.

she cleared her throat, blinking rapidly and stumbled on her words before she finally found something to say. "what brings you into town? we don't see cowgirls very often." the lady looked up with a piercing gaze. "you got a problem?" robin shook her head immediately. robin was too gay too have a problem with this fucking goddess.

"no! of course not, it's just nice to see someone that doesn't smell like they dived head first into a riverbank made of mud." the lady laughed, taking a smaller and less urgent sip of her whiskey. she savored the sip, swishing it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and leaning forward. “care to tell me your name, pretty lady?” robin felt shivers shoot up her spine when she heard that southern drawl.

“robin buckley. what’s yours?”

“nancy. nancy wheeler.”

nancy.

“nancy.”

the name felt so good on her tongue.

“when do you get off work? i want to show you my horse.” the lady- nancy, questioned, her fingers traced the rim of the glass on the counter.

robin looked down at the movement, biting the inside of her cheek before replying. “well, in an hour. but i can leave early.”

jesus christ—

was that flirty?

oh my god she was flirting with this woman.

“you better, buckley.” nancy looked up at robin through her eyelids. the curly haired girl in-front of her fixed her hat, bumping it up a little so she could get a clearer look at robin.

robin gulped, walking backwards before bumping into the cabinets. she let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. she was embarrassing herself in front of a hot cowgirl!

she scrambled away and ignored the amused look on nancy’s face as she unbuttoned her black vest and straightened her blouse, making sure it wasn’t wrinkled before fixing her hair in the reflection of the window.

robin came back and nancy was behind the counter, pouring out her whiskey and rinsing it. “y’know you’re not allowed back here, right?” she snickered. nancy looked over at her, taking in the slight adjustments to robin’s outfit. “had to clean my glass.” she held up the glass and tapped it. robin reached for it and placed it one of the top cabinets. and she just now realized that nancy was about a few inches shorter than her.

nancy grabbed robin’s arm, tugging the girl into the direction of the doors to the saloon. they pushed open the wooden doors and robin winced at how bright the sun was. “god, the sun is usually down by the time i get off work.”

“couldn’t say the same for me. i need the sun to work so i can too.” nancy led robin to where a beige mustang with a black mane lapped at some water from a wooden trough.

nancy slid her hand off of robin’s arm and robin instantly missed the touch.

“this is my mare, barb.” robin nodded, watching as the horse lifted her head and bumped her nose into nancy’s chest. nancy hummed, running a hand down the horse’s snout before she turned back to robin. “wanna pet her? promise she don’t bite.”

“i want to..it’s just- i had an accident with a horse a few years ago. so i’m not the most trustworthy of horses.” robin watches the mare brush up against nancy, and she thinks back to her horse.

the horse had white and orange spots on it, robin had often referred to them as ‘freckles.’ since they looked like the ones on robin’s face. robin has rode that horse everywhere, wherever robin went, that horse was there with her. until one day, the horse had gotten spooked and bucked. flinging robin off and sending her straight into the ground.

the horse was taken away, and robin had never seen it again. her best friend, gone.

“that’s alright, she’s patient. she won’t push until you reach out first.” nancy reassured in a comforting voice. robin looked at nancy, the woman was so beautiful, and now robin had to deal with the fact that she was kind?

robin was going to fall in love.

“have you ever fallen off her?”

“a few times, yeah.”

“was it scary?”

“terrifying.”

robin looked at the horse in front of her, it blinked at robin with a strange sort of gentleness. she took a hesitant step forward, flinching a little as the mare let out a sigh. “easy…” nancy whispered, scratching behind the horse’s ear. “it’s alright, she’s giving you permission.” robin nodded, letting out a sigh as well before she left her hand up and her fingers were trembling.

it had been years since she had ever touched a horse. sure, robin was surrounded by horses everyday, but watching a horse shake the ground and witness it’s hooves banging against the ground like the dirt it galloped on was a drum and riding said horse was two different things.

yet, the way nancy soothed robin with her soft southern drawl had given her courage.

robin gently pressed her hand onto the mare’s muzzle. the horse closed it’s eyes, leaning into the touch and robin smiled a little. she was still hesitant as she slid her hand up the mare’s snout.

“you’re doing great.” nancy praised, and robin was thinking some extremely inappropriate thoughts as soon as the words left the woman’s mouth.

“can i ride her?” robin asked, her voice barely there. nancy looked a little surprise. “you sure?”

robin nodded, brushing the little white star on the mare’s forehead. nancy sighed a little. “how about this, i’ll let you hold on to me and i’ll take you somewhere we can watch the sunset.”

“trying to take me out on a date, are you wheeler?” robin teased, and nancy let out a laugh.

“i could be, only way to find out is jumping into the saddle.” nancy hoisted herself up and into the leather saddle, patting the spot behind her. robin placed her foot onto the stirrup and pushed up, taking a deep breath before she pushed up and swung her leg over and sat down on the saddle. “i forgot how hard it was to get onto a horse.” she huffed. “not hard when you adapt to always being in danger.”

“very true.”

nancy picked up the leather reigns, gripping them in her palms before she looked back at robin. “hold on.” robin nodded, taking her hands and placing them on nancy’s waist. she decided to pretend that she was not extremely attracted to this woman as she leaned forward a little and got to smell nancy’s hair.

they began to move, albeit slowly. but they were moving, robin was nervous but she trusted nancy to not kill her (trusting a stranger? that would usually be a death wish in the wild west) so she squeezed nancy’s waist a little.

nancy understood immediately, squeezing her calves and the mare picked up the pace. robin let out a tiny gasp as the horse transitioned into a fast trot. “you okay?” nancy asked, giving robin a concerned look before she quickly returned her gaze to the road ahead. “yeah, just a little nervous.” nancy nodded, and she turned them onto a dirt path.

after a few minutes, robin was more comfortable, and she squeezed nancy’s waist once more to signal that she was ready to pick up the speed. “get ready, when she gets going she gets going.” nancy chuckled, letting out another chuckle as robin wrapped her arms around her waist. “i swear wheeler, i will take the reigns myself if i have to.”

“yeah yeah, i hear you.”

the mare sped up and now they were on the edge of a canter and a gallop. robin let out a tiny scream as she looks down and saw how the ground was a blur under the horse’s hooves. “holy shit holy shit!” robin hollered and nancy let out a boisterous laugh in response. the two laughed as they slowly came to a stop and the scene before them was one of the most beautiful robin had seen in her life.

nancy had brought them to a plateu, the winding rocks were shaded an apricot orange as the sun was slowly making it’s descent down the sky. a creek was below them as well, the water a earthy green color as it flowed on by and into the distance.

robin slowly slid off the horse and stood off to the side, staring at the view and she was completely lost in the moment before nancy walked over and bumped their shoulders together.

“it’s nice, isn’t it?” nancy asked. even her felt hat had orange light rimming it’s edges. robin smiled and nodded. “yeah, it really is.” she wasn’t only talking about the view.

“i agree.”

they stood there in silence before nancy reached up, and adjusted her hat. and robin focused on the interesting pattern on where the rim was lifted a little. it was green and black, and the green looked like a handful of snakes had been let loose them frozen and flattened into the hat. robin wanted to touch it.

yes, robin knew that this could absolutely destroy this little thing her and nancy had going on, but she reached out and lifted the hat off the brunette’s head. nancy raised her eyebrows a little but let robin do so, and she smiled a little as robin placed the hat on her head and adjusted it a little.

“hey.”

“hey.”

silence.

“do i look good?”

“more than good, sweetheart.”

robin melted at the way nancy said her words in a slow voice, her words mixed together in the most perfect way and it was possibly the most alluring southern accent she had ever heard.

“you are aware of what it means when you take a cowboy’s hat, right?”

robin looked a little confused.

“no, i am not aware.”

the corners of nancy’s mouth perked up and she turned to robin completely.

“wear the hat ride the cowboy, buckley.”

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(i am literally from the south but i know no southern sayings and stuff but i was feeling gay at 4 in the morning and wrote this)

[sparepartsthrowaway]

Because I am a LOSER and I'm bored (I should be asleep) I'm gonna put this here because I'm feeling sociable (aka friendship application please tell me you want to be my friend)

This is my freaky way of doing exposure therapy so I can learn to put myself out into the world so I can socialise and be friendly (idk if that makes sense but I am TIRED so idc anymore)!!!

Also here's the raw unedited version if you want it :3

Okay goodnight!!!!!

[princeconsortroad]

I'm rereading RWRB bc ofc I am and I've just finished Chapter 8 - the one where Zahra catches Henry and Alex together and I've got stuck on this underrated exchanged:

'"Would it make any difference at all if I told you not to see him again?”

Alex looks over at Henry, looking rumpled and nauseated and terrified at the corner of the bed. “No."'

It just makes me so soft. Alex is so fucking sure about Henry, but no one (not even Alex himself) understands to what extent yet and idk its just really cute to me. Zahra could literally kill them both and Alex literally couldn't care less; he's more concerned with making sure Zahra (and Henry) knows that there's nothing Zahra (or anyone) can say to him that would stop him from wanting to see Henry. Because Henry is who he wants. Henry is it for him. Henry is worth all this.

Plus I always look at it as a subtle reassurance to Henry who is quite literally terrified at that moment - that not even Zahra finding out would make Alex want to stop seeing him.

God I really hope this exchange is in the movie ��🤞🤞

[hot-cherri]

[scarletanpan]

Brain frying at the soft defense of celebrities and rich ppl taking ozempic by saying if we support trans ppl wanting to change their hormones to have a different body why shouldnt we also support fat ppl changing their hunger hormones to have a different body. I. Yes bodily autonomy is good and all but. Idk not the fucking conversation to be having over a drug that ppl are struggling to obtain for a lifelong disease like. I dont think its fearmongering I think there is an actual issue with the idea that a shortage of vital medication coincides with many famous figures discussing their use of it. And weird ppl in the comments hounding diabetics abt there being alts to it like. That wouldnt also cause a shortage bc of the amt of ppl who need to switch which is happening, I looked.

I mean idk nothing wrong w weight loss meds ig but what abt those alternatives. Theres plenty I j hear ozempic works the best so it makes sense that ppl who have money and connections are using it. Idk why ppl assume it would have to be under the counter so it wouldnt affect actual supply. We live in a society u don't think rich ppl can pay to access a medical authority that would provide it regardless of whatever limits there may be?? I'm not trying to be conspiratorial but its frustrating to see ppl actively struggling w this while a surprising amt of ppl wanna argue its. Not happening at all?

Not even mentioning the trans comparison. Ofc issues like EDs and other body disorders and just ur fucking genetics can make it actively v difficult to lose weight but.. that's not the same thing. Like idk might be talking out of my ass but ppl transition bc their body actively feels wrong any other way, and there isnt a national shortage so participating in hrt isnt affecting ppl who need that same thing to not suffer awful potentially life-threatening symptoms abt it. And look ik firsthand similar types of feelings Do arise w weight issues but you'd need a combo of that w therapy anyway. Hrt changes many aspects of the body over time instead of fixing a single issue, prob need therapy j for being trans in a society but. Physical transitioning does help w settling those feelings, like u can change ur hunger hormones yeah but it might not fix the ED in ur brain or other issues that might be the cause if u don't address them so. Obviously nothing against ozempic but. Such a weird argument to make imo the only thing that makes me care so much is this is actively hurting ppl who already struggle w healthcare which is like. Most ppl

[wastelandhell]

deranged rambling

[feral-ass-raccoon]

when i tell you the amount of pure joy i feel when i see that a mutual has responded (whether it be an IRL Moot or a fellow "Bullying Morro On The Internet + Morro Himself" crew) or otherwise interacted with me just. does not do it credit

like i get so much fuckig dopamine when i see that a moot has responded via reblog and i can Interact With Them holy shit

will we ever know anything about each other past Tumblr names and pronouns? no.

but oh my fucking god if i do not cherish each and every one of the stupid and/or bizzarely deep conversations i have with these people.

[bigskydreaming]

I hate wasting all my energy and focus pursuing things that don't pan out and leaving me in that state of having things I really really WANT to do and focus on but can't because I'm tapped out from using it all up on something that ultimately I have nothing to show for despite all the time/energy devoted to it. Its like feeling lazy but KNOWING I'm not actually lazy because I'm very aware of WHY I have no energy or focus left, but that doesn't stop the internal condemnations of why so lazy, self.

Don't you just love when out of nowhere the most random thing hits you and you're like BAM, blatant impact of internalizing bad takes as a child! Didn't see that one coming! Can't wait to unpack that one in therapy at some point.

[p4nishers]

god the LAWSUIT!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING about it but ESPECIALLY that fucking HUG. oh my god. like. it literally plays on a never ending loop in my mind. the way buck is smiling SO HARD and literally CURLING into eddie, trying to basically melt into him and how eddie is PUSHING HIM AWAY. i cant get over that. how he allows himself probably 30 seconds to hug buck then he's like actually putting a physical distance between them. the SYMBOLISM of that alone. jesus. they were both so hurt back then and they couldn't even talk to each other. the fact that THAT hurt eddie the most, not being able talk to buck, to see buck. "now i can't even talk to you because of it" "do you know how much christopher misses you?" bc he's always hiding behind chris when he's trying to hold back his actual feelings. god GOD im obsessed with all of it. how it was like made completely clear that what buck did hurt eddie the most. bc of course it did. "i just want you to talk to me". "whatever it takes for you to forgive me–" "i forgive you". can i just mention again: THE HUG. its simultaneously the worst and best buddie hug. i want to vomit every time i think about it. ill never stop talking about that arc. ever.

[axel-ambassador]

My favorite in-joke i do on this blog that most people have probably noticed is that every time I post a new Axel drawing I make it my pfp for the foreseeable future before eventually, inevitably, a newer one takes its spot.

It's nothing relevant or anything just a silly little thing I like to do 😋