#not a group thread!

[jadedblud]

@ofdieus @merxxki @stxrfclls ... amethyst & open.

the   former   high   lady   of   winter   sat   upon   a   balcony,   much   like   she   had   the   night   before   at   the   capital,   overlooking   the   scenery.   in   her   600   years   it   was   hard   to   find   things   she   had   never   seen   before.   she   could   say   this   place   was   something   she   had   never   seen   before   or   heard   of   in   centuries.   she   was   sure   it   was   the   dusk   court,   surprise   was   still   edvident   as   she   looked   upon   the   horizon   with   both   awe   and   amazement.   she   knew   so   many   would   be   running   about   but   she   was   taking   time   to   look.   "come   sit,"   she   said,   and   while   her   powers   were   not   to   their   fullest,   her   hearing   was   still   inacted.   "watch   the   horizon   with   me."

[bourgeoning]

she's  been avoiding  the  main  hall  ,  ever  since  the  portraits  had  been  hung  .  too  many  eyes  weighing  down  on  her  ,  suffocating  .  but  knowing  this  can't  last  forever  ,  and  as  activity  around  the  palace  meets  a  lull  in the night ,  suzume  finally  goes  to  try  meeting  their  gaze  .  which  proves  successful  ,  at  first  ,  but  as  she  trails  over  to  the  young  chakris  ,  there's  a  familiar  ,  deeply - detested  sting  on  the  inner  corners  of  her  eyes  .  by  the  time  she  reaches  the  emperor  and  empress  (  she  assumes  )  ,  their  portraits  are  but  blurry  outlines  .  she  turns  on  her  heel  ,  rushing  out  of  the  room  with  so  little  awareness  that  she  nearly  collides  with  @classiqals  @espionisms  @balteren  @bxrnfrxmashes  in  the  process  .  no  one  was  supposed  to  be  here  .  she  shoots  them  a  withering  look  ,  but  in  that  very  moment  ,  the  first  tear  rolls  down  her  face  .  immediately  ,  she  turns  her  head  with  a  sniff  ,  swiping  at  her  cheek  . " excuse me . "

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[puppetmaster13u]

Howdy @hdgnj & @radiance1 would it be alright if hypothetically a new thread was started? I'm starting to feel bad for the people trying to get through the pages of text on our blogs lol. HDNJ Reblog | RADIANCE Reblog

[I also understand if you would prefer just continuing from the initial thread]

So no matter what happens, it's pretty much agreed upon that the two need help. Along with the fact that they really can't just be left to wander, no matter how well they were doing.

(Bruce is having flashbacks to walking into Tim's stalker-shrine room when they look through the toddler's notebook) Because like, Match was pretty much live. A lot of people saw him, and a lot more will continue, so it's not even close to being safe. For all they knew? Cadmus might've thought they had died since they were already deemed failures. But now everyone in the knows not only is at least one alive, but nearly fought Superman to a standstill.

Probably could've if not for the fact that they're a half-starved teen- though the half-feral part probably helped with the can't predict what the Duck attack is going to be next.

(I wanna add more but if idk which to do if we go to the thread lol) (Also hi if ur just finding this, idk if it'll go anywhere but welcome to Radiance's prompt of tiny SuperWonder clone Danny)

[that-butch-archivist]

"Ruth Ellis, Golden Threads Celebration 1995," from the documentary Golden Threads

source: The Wild Good: Lesbian Photographs & Writings on Love, edited by Beatrix Gates

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[tj-crochets]

I have sewed a few more blocks from the beach quilt, and I repaired a stuffed animal for a neighbor (no pictures because it's not my stuffed animal), but crafting updates might be a little sparse for the next week or so? I have a short week at work this week, a lot of work to get done, and I am getting my covid booster this week (we'll see how that goes lol)

[zcrayas]

[luminaryofblood] "You keep dangerous company... But then, I suppose I can't think of better company. Not in this time and age."

BALDUR'S GATE 3 SENTENCE STARTERS || Highly accepting!

Rya lifted her head, blinking at the towering figure. Hands crossed close to her chest. Unlike the current company, she was the contrast to the danger.

Since little, Rya had no friends of her age, growing up among recusants, or who ever her mother invited for trials. Among knights and dedicated the champions also included the wretched, murderers, deserters and those escaping ghosts from their pasts. Dangerous people, for dangerous tasks. Yet, she had opportunity to see better side of humanity within them. By cover, not many seemed too different.

Being no human herself she found kinship among the variety of beings mostly deceived by cover - aggressive, for having suffered of wrong doings. Some... pushed others away until convinced otherwise.

Perhaps, she had been merely lucky to avoid confrontation of a true monster, more likely, in a skin of a human, rather than anything else.

Finally, she spoke.

"...I suppose it depends, if I am in danger... I cannot think of anyone who hadn't stained their hands in blood. Whether in name of the Order, or blasphemy against it..." || @luminaryofblood

[faunandfloraas]

"Thread of tweets I hope skz have seen" << literally 20 unfunny tweets I hope they never have the displeasure of seeing

[evelhak]

I can't decide whether to rant on Tumblr about all the brain-dead takes I see every time I open any other social media or to just have a break from online spaces.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

What's the best comedy ever made and why is it Wooden Overcoats

[jadedblud]

@n1ghtsongs @stxrfclls sunan & each sister.

once   they   were   able   to   calm   kitti   down,   and   help   them   to   another   member   of   the   dawn   court,   sunan   was   on   the   way   to   make   sure   his   siblings   were   okay.   his   back   was   still   killing   him   and   he   still   had   no   idea   where   on   the   mother's   green   earth   they   were   but   it   seemed   as   though   it   wasn't   hostile   .   .   .   yet.   gods   he   hoped   it   wasn't   because   his   magic   was   already   drained   so   much.   upon   seeing   the   back   of   their   sibling   they   trotted   up   to   them,   placing   a   hand   on   each   of   their   shoulders   as   he   look   inventory   of   their   body.   "are   you   okay?"

[screechingfromthevoid]

Ashton reading Orym SO WRONG in e31 is insane

Like Orym is not Healthy And Well Adjusted ™ and the look on his face as he's accused of being such is just proof.

Someone please talk to my boy he's STRUGGLING

[antidotefortheawkward-art]

Thinking about that Zhihu AU where Tang Seng's disciples were Erlang Shen, Sun Wukong, and Bull Demon King instead.....

[ID: 1. An illustration of Erlang Shen, Sun Wukong, and Bull Demon King from the waist-up. Erlang Shen is wearing a weimao and a purple yuanlingpao archer-style with the left lapel flipped out. His two inner robe layers are checkered blue and purple-ish off-white. He has a snow leopard pelt at his waist. Sun Wukong is in his typical pilgrimage outfit, chewing on a piece of willow with his arms crossed. Bull Demon King has his arm around SWK's shoulder, leaning against him. He has a leopard pelt across his chest and a dark red scarf around his shoulders, with a red banbi and off-white inner robe. His other hand is on his mixed-iron rod, which is placed on his shoulder. 2. A translated screenshot from the aforementioned Zhihu thread. It reads "西天路走的太顺利畅，我反而无聊 This path to the Western Heaven is too smooth. I'm actually bored." End ID]

[unfaed]

starter unlocked ꗃ dragomir family ( @stxrfclls, @jadedblud, @n1ghtsongs )

“         their   days   are   a   chillier   than   back   home.      you'll   get   cold,      sitting   out   here.         ”            blanket   is   placed   upon   the   shoulders   of   the   oldest,      shade   darker   than   the   one   she   sported      ―      and   in   time,      feeling   the   sea   breeze   blow   nearly   through   the   thick   furs.      cassiopeia   sat   then,      nestled   beside   family   with   eyes   forward.      𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀,      𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌   𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀.

[pastafossa]

i don’t know if this is a weird question or not, but i’m just gonna ask it before i overthink too much 😅:

so, i’m formatting/printing TRT in order to bind in (just to have, not to profit off of, don’t worry), and i was thinking. you know how lots of books have a dedication from the author to friends/family/fans?

well, if you could write a dedication like that (and it would go in the printing if you’re okay with it), what would you say?

~ sincerely, a massive fan of your talent 💜

Thank you SO SO MUC! 😭 And this isn't weird at all although I FEEL LIKE PEDRO PASCAL WHEN HE GOT THE AWARD AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY BECAUSE HE HAD NOTHING PREPARED

I had to sit here for a GOOD long minute and then edit it down because holy shit there are people to thank.

Thank you to my family for always supporting your little oddball of a child over the years as I searched for, and eventually found, the artform that made my soul sing.

Thank you to the Daredevil writers, and Charlie Cox, for bringing to life a world and a character I've come to love so dearly, and a character whose struggles helped me process so much of my own pain and trauma.

And thank you to TRT's fans for following Matt and Jane's wild journey that I hilariously thought would attract three readers at most. Thank you for all the love and encouragement, the new friendships, and for letting me throw all my favorite tropes at you. You've kept me going when things got dark. You're the best readers I could have asked for. May this saga of foul-mouthed psychics, sexy devils, evil scientists, penguin courtship, emotional healing, wild smut, and true love most of all, give you just as much joy as it gave me. I love you. Stay hydrated.