#tbd probably;

[retquits]

original set vs new...?

what do we think chat. should i do some winter versions

[orpheuslament]

i need to [remembers suicide jokes negatively impact my mental health & upset my loved ones] join a monastery

[swingfromthegallery]

:))) take me up cast me away etc etc

[corseque]

DA4 critical hater time

To me, the prison of regret is one of the weakest and least thoughtful thematic things I’ve ever experienced to the point where I get upset thinking about it. That feeling where you’re so thrown out of the story and every sentence of explanation sends me hurtling further away from the space station because it just brings up some new stupid, unexplored, shallow, or unsuccessful detail. Literally fucking hate and derailed by every tiny detail at every step, just leaning on the door jam and glaring. I can’t even be coherent about it because it would take such a long-ass essay to break it down and I have this looming sense of my own mortality and finite time. It’s just fucking stupid and also insulting and that’s kind of where I’m at

[missallanious]

CYBERPUNK JOSUYASU, BECAUSE NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!

[lighthouseshepard]

cant get that gorgeous tumblr poll out of my head

[leaving-grapefruitss]

what i think the obey me boys smell like

lucifer: expensive cologne, wine and sleep deprivation

mammon: axe body spray and 4-in-1 (shampoo, body wash, toothpaste and motor oil)

levi: water

satan: old books, old spice

asmo: a bath and body works

beel: a drive thru

belphie: lavender pillow spray, essential oils

diavolo: aftershave, sandalwood

barbatos: chamomile tea, hand sanitiser and ginger

simeon: dove bar soap, that dark blue nivea body cream and fabric softener

solomon: dust

luke: baby powder, johnson’s body wash and granulated sugar

why have i spent time to think of this

[sapphicscience]

we got wedding photos in do you guys wanna see. well I'm posting them. so. under the cut

[shibaraki]

accidentally quirked into a cat and taken in by the guy ur in love with but he has no idea that it’s you yeah I’ll write that

[crystallizsch]

say hello to my obey me mc and mammoron my beloved

[morganadismay]

unexpectedly spent the majority of this christmas break progressing on my quest of writing my terry pratchett style gay little arthuriana stories

[thievinghippo]

I am about to lose my gd mind. Some thoughts behind the cut

I am never listening to the general opinion about a specific romance again. EVER. I purposely left Lucanis's romance towards the end because all I heard was that there's no content and that it's boring and it's clear he digs Neve more than he likes Rook

What game were they playing? Yes, there's slightly less content than other romances (is there though? I'm pretty sure Emmrich is the only one who gets a romance-specific cutscene with the garden dinner). But the amount they packed into that content. Ugh

(I will be feasting on 'Tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms...' for weeks. FOR WEEKS)

So just because he really only has one kiss the romance is dull? This mf'er is dropping lines like the ones above and they think it's dull? This has shot up to my second favorite romance after Emmrich

I will admit part of it is because I'm in love with my own OC, but for me, it's not just the romance. It's the OC you create for that romance and Isle can do no wrong (think 'I have done nothing wrong ever in my life' 'I know this and I love you' meme. That's me and Isle)

And the timing of quests helps too, but again, it helps with all of the romances

So lesson learned. Lucanis romance is awesome and I can't wait to write some fic

[loveinhawkins]

When Dustin bikes past Steve’s car, left abandoned and empty by the edge of the woods, for some reason the first thing that comes to his mind is a phone call from last summer.

July 5th 1985.

He’d picked up the phone before his mom could get to it, thank God, because Steve hadn’t bothered with any pleasantries, just said in a garbled rush, “Henderson, your house, is it—you’re safe, right?”

“I mean, I’ve not used the toaster yet,” Dustin said, eyeing the bagel he’d set out for breakfast, “but the house is still standing.”

“No but, like—” Steve snatched a breath, almost like he’d been running. “Like, no-one’s… y’know, watching you or anything?”

Then it hit Dustin: remembering Steve, finally somewhat lucid, muttering sheepishly, “Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house… Well, I might’ve told them your full name.”

Dustin took pity on him, answered sincerely. “No, we’re all good, Steve.”

He didn’t even tease about how, if the house was being watched, then Steve phoning him probably wasn’t the smartest move, because the line would’ve been tapped.

Maybe everything at Starcourt had sharpened his senses, because Dustin could now hear that Steve’s voice was slurred around the edges, like he’d just woken up, breathing harshly as if he’d ran to the phone; and he had a sudden image of Steve jolting awake, wincing from the gnarly bruises on his face, Dustin’s safety being his first thought.

Steve breathed out in a whoosh of relief. “Okay… good. Great. I’m, um. Gonna sleep. Yell if you need… I dunno. Something.”

And then he’d hung up before Dustin could work out how to say that he didn’t really mean it, when he complained about Steve not “resisting” whatever nightmare cocktail of drugs he’d had forced into him.

There was a little knot in his stomach for the rest of the day—a quiet mixture of panic and concern. The next time he saw Steve, he acted like he’d never made the phone call, so they never talked about it, and the knot faded away until Dustin almost convinced himself that it wasn’t there anymore.

But now, as he brakes then steers himself round to Steve’s car, the knot has returned—along with a little prickle of goosebumps that he usually only associates with any and all Upside Down shit. This isn’t quite a Code Red, he knows that, but he also knows that it’s…

It’s something.

The knot doubles in size when he peers into the car windows, sees that the keys have been left in the ignition. When he tries the door handle, it’s unlocked.

He bikes to the nearest payphone. He’s memorised Steve’s work schedule, knows that he’s not in today, that Robin has the late afternoon to closing shift.

He listens to his gut and dials Eddie’s number.

At first, Eddie thinks that Dustin’s calling him for a ride because his bike got a flat tire again. But as Dustin explains, he gets quieter and quieter until he’s just making anxious little hmm noises.

“I think I know where he’s gone,” Dustin adds, and Eddie’s sigh is a bit like Steve’s had been that morning he called, like he’s been holding his breath.

“Oh, thank God. You’d know better than anyone, Henderson.”

Dustin hangs up the phone after promising Eddie that he’ll stay by Steve’s car until he arrives.

He thinks about the relief in Eddie’s voice when he said he had a hunch about Steve’s whereabouts, like Dustin is the chosen one for understanding what makes Steve tick. Eddie’s joked about it before; he’d called it “sibling telepathy” when Dustin had silently communicated his popcorn order at the movies, and he’d nudged Steve in the ribs when Steve’s nose wrinkled meaning Gross, dude. Then Steve had huffed a laugh, nudging Dustin back. Okay, okay. I’ll pay for it, you little shit.

But Eddie gets Steve, too, Dustin thinks; that’s why he called him. And yeah, it’s different than the way Dustin understands Steve, but it’s significant enough for Eddie to make the cut of Steve Harrington Interpreters in Dustin’s mind.

Eddie’s van comes into view, and he actually uses his turn signal perfectly as he parks next to Steve’s car, like the panic has made him extra cautious.

“I’ll leave my bike here,” Dustin tells him as Eddie hops out.

Eddie’s lips turn into a thin line when he sees Steve’s keys. He nods.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll—okay.” He takes a breath, looks Dustin up and down. “Uh, I’ve got a coat if you need it, man.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, and Eddie at least smiles through his concern. It’s started to rain, that slow misty kind that clings to the skin, but Dustin reasons that he’ll be fine; he’ll be warm enough once he gets moving.

Eddie eyes the trees nervously. He jerks his head back to the van. “There’s—you need a flashlight? Just in case, um. Just in case?”

Dustin shakes his head. “It’s not that dark,” he says, not unkindly; Eddie kind of has a thing now for always having a flashlight on hand. Dustin can’t remember the last time he’s even come this close to the woods after March—his eyes keep darting down to the ground like he’s going to see vines there instead.

Eddie nods again, sighs. He checks his watch, then says, “Two hours tops, okay? And if it gets too dark and—just come back the way you came, even if you’ve not—” Eddie swallows. “We’ll figure it out.”

Dustin acts like he agrees and leaves his bike with Eddie—but there’s no way he’s gonna turn back, not without Steve.

He heads for the railroad tracks.

[vinelark]

wip wednesday for a mere uni student looking for some dopamine release? 🙏🕯️🙏🕯️

New conversation: robin, wonder girl, impulse

[Friday, 8:12pm ET] robin hey guys

impulse oh thank god

robin ?

impulse you’re finally calling a meeting right

robin is it that obvious

impulse yes

wonder girl yeah, i’m with bart on this one days of radio silence and then a groupchat with just us? after all the stuff that happened to kon? this is the part where you say “you’re probably wondering why i’ve gathered you here today” what is it? secret mission? another lab we need to clear out? visiting kon? he’s doing okay, right? nightwing said he was doing okay

impulse cassie how are you texting faster than me

robin no it’s not any of that and yes he’s okay. or, he’s healing as expected, at least. superman reported that he woke up for a bit this evening.

wonder girl thank fuck so what is it

robin right. okay. so you’re probably wondering why i’ve gathered you here today

impulse rob i’m going to pick a direction and start running

robin there’s something i need t bart i’m getting there there’s something i need to tell you two, preferably in person. i’d come to the tower but it was Firmly Suggested i limit my travel at the moment. so if you don’t mind meeting me that would be ideal

wonder girl ominous but yeah, of course

impulse i’m already outside tbh

wonder girl outside where where are we meeting

robin [robin dropped a pin: 📍 ]

wonder girl omw wait robin why does this pin say “wayne manor” when i open it in maps as in the house where gazillionaire nepo baby bruce wayne lives

robin ✌️

wonder girl ROB

[kayvsworld]

every time i see someone trying to label specifically what tony’s mental health situation is or isn’t i pour one out for natasha romanoff who entered the ring at the worst possible moment (he’s dying he’s got heavy metal poisoning he’s actively lying to everyone around him he’s very recently traumatized) under orders from her boss to decide, definitely, on paper what mentally is going on with this man. like girl you are not qualified

[mamawasatesttube]

*hands you a supernova* *hands you a supernova* *hands you a