#mention i Guess

[pinkinsect]

do you think that ness could get a Little bit self conscious when reading fantasy novels in front of people. do you think that some people who know ness incorrectly clock him as Bearer Of Religious Trauma from that

[the-lonelyshepherd]

hmm. sleeping place for shay cat and kasia plus oldest/middle/youngest/only child for shay pleeese

hiiiii 😁😁 for this

sleeping place for allll of them depends on what part of the story

shay had her own room in her house, but after she leaves she’s in a rush (and also kind of an impulsive bad planner) so she literally brings like. nothing? so i guess she would have had to just sleep on the ground with only her oversized jacket as a blanket. which would suck. but luckily she came across (or met up with….. still deciding) other people

catalina in early story had been going west with some of her family/friends to help out with cattle, and since they were experienced they were like. actually prepared. so they all had their own bedrolls and two tents among the (tentatively) four of them. it’s super common for cowboys to just like. sleep outside in a bedroll. but the tents were there too bc A) it was sebas’ first time traveling. and B) if they did actually pick up work it was better for cat to have a tent because like. she’s not supposed to be working as a girl.

later on the group gets separated and cat and shay have 1 bedroll and one tent among them . they don’t do any gay shit though they sleep in shifts. that usually end with cat not sleeping at all because she does not trust random ass irish girl with her life at all. for now

later into the story there will probably be some kind of room kind of like an inn that they’ll be in. im still deciding the logistics of first threshold building

for kasia ,,, very very early story her and helena would literally just sleep wherever. since they got off of the boat their life was just like. whatever they could get. so that could be random inn if the keeper was nice (or lwk creepy) . abandoned house. literallt just outside. as they were moving west these options became more sparse and they also were beginning their like. cattle / horse thief shit so they spent more and more time just sleeping outside with their (stolen) horses and whatever else they were transporting.

post helena death kasia is a fucking loser and just kind of weeps outside in the dirt for a while . she gets herself together and later on probably sleeps in some kind of building (this falls under the same issue as before with first threshold building still be undecided for me)

siblings for shay is a fun one….. she’s technically the youngest out of like . 6 sisters. and her age gap with the closest of them is like 8 years when for the rest of them it’s between 1-3. so they’re all like goneeee out of the house and she’s effectively an only child. worst of both worlds ❤️ should have been a son

tysm for the ask grinn

[ofallthingsnasty]

ugh, i've been trying to finish that little 'you're breaking up with sanji and whoops he spirals' noncon bit but it seems like my brain can't keep it cute when it comes to that man. i hope i can still get it out this weekend, it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks now... and it's rotting my brain honestly...

[goldensunset]

curious about something so i want to conduct a free-response survey. who (or what) first comes to your mind when you hear the name sebastian

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[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

elita pep talk

[a-method-in-it]

You know that Chris Fleming line that goes "Call yourself a community organizer even though you're not on speaking terms with your roommates"?

I honestly think every leftist who talks about the "revolution" like Christians talk about the rapture needs to spend a year trying to organize their workplace. Anyone who sincerely talks about building a movement so vast and all-encompassing that it overwhelms all existing power structures needs the dose of humility that comes with realizing they can't even build a movement to get people paid better at a badly run AMC Theaters where everyone already hates the manager.

[charlie-artlie]

this is so stupid i’m sorry

[muffymayhem]

is this anything guys

[tawnysoup]

CW DEATH, DEAD BODY, STRANGULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED SELF-HARM (in case my tags aren't enough!!!! stay safe)

(Above you, you hear Loop trying to take a breath.)

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[chronalshifts]

caitvi in act 2: reunion, cute banter, extremely good double-cross subplot, will probably get back together

jayvik in act 2:

[1-marigold-1]

Inspired by this post

[gumzau]

The recent episode of wild life BROKE ME

I’m so sad that Mumbo’s out first but at least it’s not Jimmy this time 😭 (He will be next)

[akascow]

the act 3 ships were so powerful we all forgot about isha lmfao

[camenxi]

thinking about what if bill visited stan a few months after the ford-portal accident and he sees stan being the most miserable pathetic depressed grieving man who just chugged his 8th bottle of beer looking absolutely sleep deprived and a mess and bill considers it hot as fuck

[a-pastel-edgelord]

You are the closest thing Atsumu's ever had to a best friend, Osamu knows. His brother's faults were often so visible to other kids that it drove them away. Not you though. You simply laughed and called Atsumu a jerk. The rest is history.

Osamu watches from his place on the bench as Atsumu sets up for a spike serve, six steps, the toss, the jump and--

"Don't fuck it up!" Your voice jeers.

Atsumu misses, spectacularly. The ball ricochets off the back wall with a stellar thwump that rings a brief silence into the gym. Osamu sees his brother spin around, a vein in his neck throbbing as he starts to unload on you.

"YOU MOTHERF—"

"Imagine not getting the service ace because the opposite team heckles you!" You cut him off with a jovial smile. "How lame would that be?"

"YOU SCRUB! GET OVER HERE. I'LL KILL YA!"

And off the two of you go, shrieking insults at each other. Osamu makes no move to get out of his seat. Not for the first time, he considers how this strange game of tag could be its own spectator sport. Suna sits next to him, the middle blocker's eyes flitting to the current source of entertainment.

"Not gonna record this shit?"

"No, s'not nearly as entertaining as watching the two of you beat up on each other." Atsumu manages to trap you in a headlock, driving his knuckles into your scalp for a noogie as you kick at his legs. "How long have they been together anyhow?" The question is asked so flippantly, Osamu almost misses it.

"Hah? They're not datin', Suna." That's right. The two of you aren't dating. Not once had Atsumu ever expressed that kind of interest in you, and the same seems to be true in reverse. No longing stares. No pining.

"That so? Could have sworn they were." Suna glances over, his usual apathetic expression almost perfectly in place. However, Rintaro Suna is the closest thing Osamu has to a best friend.

Osamu's mouth goes dry. "Drop it, Sunarin."

Suna holds his stare for another beat before turning away. "You deserve to have what you want, Samu."

"I mean it."

"So do I."

Osamu fights to keep his face in check, fights to restrain himself like always. To hold back just enough so that he doesn't lose his temper. It should be easier by now, to suffer the pointed remarks Suna makes with grace. However, Suna had been the one to witness the smallest of exchanges between Osamu and you. And then, the motherfucker had managed to put two and two together. So here Osamu sits, watching his brother horseplay with you.

You. The one person he could trust Atsumu with, the one person who would be so good for him to fall for... is the same person who crashed through Osamu's walls and took a seat within the inner sanctum of his affections.

Osamu Miya is in love with his brother's best friend and Atsumu would never forgive him for it if he found out.