#shes a normal human i swear......

[local-raccoon-does-art]

3rd year doing artfight.......

First time actually posting about it. . . . . . . Fight me!!!

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[blotb0x]

he let her infodump and he regrets it SO hard it’s been three hours

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

cough hack wheeze who wants a teeny tiny fantasy au snippet with uhhhh laughingstock Tension. it's like... half a scene! unedited & out of context As Is Tradition

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“Nothin’ much. I think I’ll poke around nearby towns, shake down some travelers - see what falls into my paws.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Barn,” Howdy says. He sweeps aggressively, spreading dirt more than gathering it into the usual neat piles. “Who knows if those ne'er-do-wells are still roaming around the woods - if you and Ed couldn’t take them, what makes you think you could alone? Or- or! What if you stumble across those cultists? I hate to think of you stuck in an ambush with no help coming, knowing fully well that-”

A large paw slips the broom out of his grip and sets it to the side, and Howdy stammers to a stop as Barnaby crowds him against the bar with a soft, “Howdy.”

Howdy swallows hard, bracketed on each side by strong blue arms. The look Barnaby fixes him with dries up his well of words and bristles his fuzz. Howdy’s heart hammers against his ribs. He can feel Barnaby’s body heat, and it’s lighting his blood on fire. 

“I’m not gonna be reckless, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Barnaby says. He barely needs to speak louder than a whisper for Howdy to hear him loud and clear. He smells like sweet smoke. “The other day was a one time deal, cross my heart. But, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll take someone with me. I’m sure Jules is itchin’ to get outta town.”

“What would really make me feel better is if you stay,” Howdy blurts, just barely reining in the with me. He tenses, knowing that he’s toeing a dangerous line. One wrong word, and he’ll make the unspoken spoken - but the stress drains out of him as Barn’s eyes go soft. Perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad. Of course there’s no reason to worry, not about this, not with him. There never has been.

“You know I can’t do that,” Barnaby murmurs. “Not yet.”

Howdy doesn’t need to say that he knows. Not for the first time and with any luck, not for the last, it clicks in his mind that they’re on the same page - he doesn’t need to be a telepath to understand the thoughts behind Barnaby’s dark eyes. 

Barnaby says it anyway. “I gotta get him back. I can’t… there’s no room for anythin’ else right now.”

Howdy sighs through his nose and slumps against the counter digging into the small of his back. He nods and adjusts the lapels of Barnaby’s vest. His fingers ghost over soft blue, and Barnaby doesn’t flinch at the contact. If anything, he leans the barest millimeter into it. His gaze burns into Howdy’s, even if they aren’t meeting at the moment, but it isn’t a bad feeling. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Well,” Howdy says in a low voice, “if you find a good lead, send for the rest of us. I’ll be there as fast as my four legs can scamper.”

Barnaby smirks. “Even if you need to take a boat?”

“Even so, Barn.”

The smirk slides into something that isn’t a frown, but isn’t a smile. It’s too soft for a grimace, but too intense for simple recognition. Barnaby seems to sway forward, and Howdy is sorely tempted to meet him halfway.  

But Barnaby’s claw taps the counter, and he pulls away before anyone’s mind can be made up. Howdy’s hands slip from his lapels, brushing against fur as they fall and knuckles skimming over the smooth, fresh scar cutting across Barnaby’s belly. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Barnaby says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He squeezes Howdy’s shoulder and then his back is turned, and he’s leaving. All Howdy can do is watch. 

And call out after him, “Your table will be open and waiting for you.”

Barnaby pauses in the doorway and looks over his shoulder at Howdy, and his grin is so full of affection that Howdy may just burst. 

“With a free pint?” he asks.

“Hey now, don’t push your luck pal.”

Barnaby bursts out laughing, and Howdy can hear it even after the door thuds closed.

[funkle420]

some of the things I've learned in the Adventurer's Bible are so chilling... really drives home the fact that this is a completely different world with medieval-like stuff going on. I'm especially chilled by what Laios and Falin said about the "mountain people"...

[kyoupann]

Homosexuality sometimes do be minding your business, doing your silly little desk job and then being hit with the memory of the sweet Hungarian religious girl you met while waiting for the bus in your unicorn onesie on the way to the airport and she approached you to share her church's pamphlet with you because talking to people made her nervous but she thought you would be nice to her, and then you chatted a bit about her religion, her family and being in a different country on your own at 18 and as the bus pulled over, she slipped a small bookmark with a saint on it onto your hand and there was phone number in the back, with her name on it, almost a decade ago.

Anyways, lesbians amirite???

[itspileofgoodthings]

like. Nina listens to Taylor, moderately keeps up with the front-facing aspects of her life, enjoys her quality, has her minor critiques, recognizes her place in the current culture, can set her down and do other things when she wants to, and most importantly knows who Taylor is through her art.

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

so scary seeing popular objectum posts with over 1,000 notes sometimes. i just know some people are taking it all as #shitposting or warping it in a way that completely removes all objectum-ness…. frightening

[edge-oftheworld]

sometimes you’re having a normal day. then sometimes you meet someone who worked at norwest

[toytulini]

thinking about my oc Bytte. and. her gender is Aro. her Aromanticism is inextricable from her gender experience.

[araneitela]

Me: Talks about the significance and intimacy (not automatically romantic, folks, but also there's an inherent romanticism) of hands, and touch and who you let into that space of comfort. Pinterest: Did you say hands? Here, we've adjusted your home feed you so that you. cannot. possibly. escape. them. you're. welcome. Me: I just wanted— what did I want, again?

... Did I end up rambling about anything but hands in my tags? Yes. Welcome to me, this is what you sign up for. Not my portrayal, not my writing, my tag rambles.

[shadows-come-early]

So apparently when you get a new job you have to renew your ID if something happened to it that broke it or made it completely illegible. 

Found out the best way possible I guess! A shiny new ID for a shiny new job!

I’m still open for freelance work on my free time if anyone needs a farm or some messy contraption... just don’t ask for a raid or warden farm, apparently I’m not allowed near those if I’m on my own.

Hermitcitizen ID (and postcard) template by @ink-ghoul​!

No, I’m not a bird. I don’t know who started the rumour but I’m not a bird, I can prove it! Could a bird do this? *dives from birdhouse-style hole in a cave wall and immediately crashes into stalactites, popping a totem*

(”old” destroyed ID under cut)

Btw any questions abt the sona are welcome! It would be nice to find the rest of the DO maintenance crew (and any other person/creature that might want a friend!)

Might’ve gotten eaten by ravagers, fallen into lava and/or got lost inside my redstone shulker for about a month... who knows what actually happened to it tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[widevibratobitch]

my godddddddd those last two days have drained me in such an absurd way.

just a constant stream of standing in mildly uncomfortable heels (not uncomfortable enough to cause actual pain but definitely enough to drive you insane) trying to keep a straight face cause The Audience Sees All. dvorak dvorak dvorak. trying desperately not to think about [redacted]. expressing your honest opera opinions that nobody asked for to your friends' great chagrin. getting drunk off the free alcohol at the banquet that is not really there for you but nobody paid you to be there so you might as well take it like what are they gonna do lol. going out to get more drunk. stumbling home and Bothering The Cat and falling asleep. rinse and repeat.

[orcelito]

hahahaha. you dont say.

in any case i just read chapter 40 of trimax and i am. not the same.

[arielmagicesi]

ugggghhh ok so I’m reading some books to prep for my student teaching in the fall, the ones that my host teacher knows are likely to be in the curriculum, and first of all why is it a thing that high schoolers are made to read Contemporary Lit Fic that can be summed up as “how many gory explicit descriptions of traumatic abuse can we fit into one book”, like every year it’s just One Standard Shakespeare Play, One Twentieth-Century American Classic, throw in some other shit, and Somebody’s Fucked-Up Memoir From A Decade Or So Ago. Are there any contemporary books that are good but NOT traumatizing? If not, I’m happy to stick to classic lit personally

ANYWAY so I’m reading this book to prep for the fall and I ended up skimming the whole latter 3/4 or so of the book to spoil it for myself so the suspense wouldn’t kill me, and now I’m up late despite being super tired because my brain is just cycling through every horrific thing in the book, plus the reviews I read online, some of which are insanely saying shit like “wah wah, get over it, stop whining, we all had rough times in our childhood” and I’m like... Am I the softest, most naive baby on the planet for reacting to this horrific memoir by feeling bad for the author and thinking that maybe we don’t need to be making high schoolers read this? I’m not saying it’s not well-written- it is well-written, and well-structured, but Jesus Christ.

(also why are we allowed to make students read horrifying memoirs of abuse but god forbid they know that slavery happened in this country, but that’s a different issue altogether)

so yeah I now have managed to make my entire evening about Trying And Failing To Get Some Images Out of My Head, which sucks because I had a LOVELY day and was looking forward to some well-earned sleep, and also I’m gonna have to go back and read the entire book so that I’m able to teach it properly and know all the literary devices in it and shit. Cool cool cool

[love-aholic]

Sometimes I look at my writing and I just

I put these guys through so much agony I genuinely feel bad for them I almost feel like a psychopath. It's not like ">:3 imma put these this through SO MUCH AGONY heheheh!!" anymore its just Jesus christ how am I capable of doing this

These aren't ocs anymore these lil guys feel like actual people I'm writing

Do you understand

[rainbowgod666]

Oh, dear archivist...

Its actually even worse!

we all talk about piss