#its cold.

[adharastarlight]

Regulus: its raining and cold. Society should not expect me to go out today.

[gaystropod]

Why so cold? - the shiverer

[samsalami66]

Another addition to the Dreamling Ancient Greece au I am working on with @im-not-corrupted , a short little drabble called Reed Beds in which Hob collects fresh reed in the biting cold to continue a woven bed boys in the agoge had to make by themselves during their first stage of training. Enjoy!!

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The Eurotas felt like a respite in Hob's weekly routine, an oasis in the cruel desert that was training in the agoge. The sun's sword still slashed through the lands, her attacks never seemed to seize in summer, but the soft stream of the Eurotas felt like a shield held before him, a protector that would envelop him in his entirety, soothing every ache in his bruised body.

It was a blessing, one the Spartans received from Eurotas himself ages ago.

Of course it couldn't last. Nothing ever did, after all.

During winter Hob's oasis would warp and twist into his very personal hell, growing fangs of frost and claws of ice, burning his bare feet until his skin would shed and his extremities turned an ugly grey. The sun could not do this, not anymore. Hob's body had become used to her heat, to the onslaught of her attacks, the brutality of them. His feet still burned when he stepped on raw stone, the heat an ever present companion with every step he took.

But the cold was different, as it did not simply burn the soles of his feet where they pressed against the rough surface of the ground. It seeped into Hob's legs, into his bloodstream, like roots crawling up his body to bind him to the ground. Never were they enough to make him stumble, to make Hob fall to the ground so they could catch onto his arms, like the chains that bound Prometheus in his endless torture.

No, Hob pushed on, shook off the chains and set one foot in front of the other. Still, he could not handle the dwindling feeling in his feet well, could not stop the horror that would grow in his throat when the colour of his skin started to change. Some of his friends had lost toes to the cold, and their screams as the doctors had treated them still gave him nightmares.

It was those nightmares replaying in his mind that truly had Hob shiver as he stepped foot into the freezing waters of the Eurotas, the fear of losing to the cold for the first time in his life pressing on his lungs as he waded through the shallow waters. The stream was lapping at Hob's chest as he pulled a small knife from a sheath on his belt.

The temperature of the river had his teeth clattering, but Hob merely clenched his teeth against it and waded further into the stream, further into the current that could so easily drag him beneath the surface.

It didn't.

Hob was steadfast, completely impenetrable in the torrential river. With his feet digging into the soft ground, bracing him against the forces trying to drag him under, Hob managed to reach the reed bed on the other side. He took his knife to the thick grasses, cutting off bundles of long stems, a concentrated frown breaking his young features into a soft grimace.

These would do for the next row of his bed, thick but bendable, perfect for weaving. Hob nodded to himself as he bound the grasses together with a rope he had made from the thinner ends of those he had collected about a week ago. Once he secured his finds for the day, Hob waded back to the edge of the river and climbed out of it, allowing the full body shiver to take over his consciousness for just a moment. His teeth clattered, his hands shook violently, and for a moment the black behind his eyelids turned into a blinding white.

When it was over, Hob set his jaw and started walking again, the sun waving mockingly at him from the distance as the roots of cold grabbed for his ankles every step back towards the city.

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[absentmoon]

freezing

[sawtismisreal]

as someone who can't eat gluten hes so right

does anyone have any more of these? I'm building a collection

[wordfather]

your wip just called. hey man your wip just called. its asking where you've been man.

[intercrusher]

yeowch

[rainbowgod666]

Idk, how do conservatives think banning gender affirming care saves kids when all it does is send them to commit cableless bungee

Fascinates me that I just saw a post with hundreds of notes featuring someone on tiktok hysterically explaining how everyone needs to archive their fanfiction because when trump bans porn the first thing they'll come for is ao3... well I just don't think that the "deport all immigrants and impose tariffs" party cares, like, at all, about your destiel fics lads I really don't

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[amygdalae]

This is driving me insane because I swear this is this image:

But with like an AI filter style thing to turn it into a goth girl. I stg

[velnna]

Elf sammich

[isatohlee]

He deserves to sleep comfortably in his mother’s arms after all he’s gone through

[sonicman66]

DpxDc fic where Danny is just haunting the Bats and providing memes to the internet whilst being invisible

Because I read a fic ('the curious case of who lives in the walls' by RaccoonRobyn over on ao3) that has Danny chilling in the Wayne Manor's walls and commenting on the Wayne's habits and goings on and i just

Tl;dr danny has a twitter page where he invisibly follows the bats and documents their funny mistakes like a nature documentary.

One day a Gothamite spots a new twitter page on their feed. Its not got a lot of posts, but they're all pictures. And the first one is... Nightwing. Lying on the concrete, face-down, with another bat or bird very obviously laughing at him.

They think nothing of it. They compliment the photoshop for its realism, and move on. Except there's more pictures. All of them, every last one of them, has the Bats and Birds suffering from a trip, fall, a gaffe, a misstep, anything and everything.

And then they find a video

Its clearly a handheld or phone camera, pointed at Robin in an alleyway. Someone starts talking, in a very poor attempt at sounding like David Attenborough, narrating like a wildlife documentary. "Here we see the youngest of the Bat-brood partaking in one of its more private behaviors, unseen and unknown by its kin."

And Robin just. Steps further into the alleyway and gets swarmed by stray cats, all begging for food. He grins and starts feeding them, all whilst narration continues, talking about this like its an animal's behavior.

And they have more. So many more.

A video of Red Hood. He does a fancy gun twirl when nobody's around, bobbles it, and accidentally fires into the ground. He picks it up and acts like nothing happened. But the video sees all.

A video of Batman on a gargoyle on a skyscraper, with shaky footage from clearly around a corner, but on the same level. "Commentary on this specimen has been added in post, for reasons you will soon see. Batman, the patriarch of the Bat-Brood, is incredibly elusive to research, and for good reason." In the video, the camera jolts a little and Batman turns suddenly to the sound of rocks moving. The camera goes still, and Batman scans the area, seemingly seeing nothing. Then, his white eyes turn blue, and he looks directly into the camera. Footage ends.

The acc posts a screenshot of a dm that is very clearly an Oracle sockpuppet. She has sent something along the lines of 'how have you obtained this footage, this is dangerous,' etc etc. His response is 'i am in ur walls lol'

He is not aware of the level of Bat Paranoia this brings out.

[bovineblogger]

im sad and dissapointed that you endorse eating cows, fuck u

hi! i can tell that you care about animals. you want to help them. thats awesome! thats so good!

this is the wrong way to do it, okay? animal agriculture is a cornerstone of human society. it existed long, long before us and it will exist long, long after. shaming people for eating cows will not end it. in fact, animal agriculture is the reason we have cows at all! and thats super special!

so, how can you help?

if you want cows to live long healthy lives, the easiest way to help is to support smaller local farmers! shaming anyone that eats meat not only does nothing to help animals, it keeps the power n money with all the big wealthy farming conglomerates that do actually mistreat animals!

cussing at people that advocate for animal welfare and humane farming practice helps no one. by behaving like this, you are harming your image, you are harming your cause, and you are harming cows. donate to the spca or something if you want to help, okay?

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[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Navy cargo coat worn over a thick flannel worn over a vintage cream-and-floral flowy nightgown

[ellilyre]

Do you think that Odysseus has become a kind of running joke among the gods, like when we joke about cockroachs' survivability?

For example some mortal is surviving stuff that rly should've killed him, and someone on Olympus says "is he pulling an Odysseus on us?" and everyone laughs