#thank u brennan

[yashaslionett]

new gender unlocked: designations heretofore unmentioned

[theghostofbeans]

Figayda nation we FEASTED tonight.

[curiousaur]

they simply must stop making ally and brennan learn new names that sound like intrepid hero characters

[sylvansleuth]

I just crit on an investigation check😎

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

[stinkybrowndogs]

The trickster animals

Thank u zac for playing a little stinker. Bottom quote from watership down, extra points for knowing all the stories/fables referenced

[spinaholi]

brennan lee mulligan in dirty white tank tops and leather holsters is giving ryan gosling in fall guy and i’m on my knees

[mishapen-moth]

hey folks is it gay to turn you and your transitive best friend invisible and take her for a lil fly over the nightmare forest to try and get some info on it during the absolute rager of a party your friends are throwing (that she started so you would stay) and then kiss in a tree before she skateboards away?

[jaztice]

Evan Kelmp and his accurate portrayal of PTSD my beloved

[bbianca-jpg]

cody you have to stop. your swords to cool. your swag too different. your roommate too bad. they’ll smite you.

[lookin-reproachfully]

Clear All Crucher

Sometimes I feel like a hand stretched out. Pestilent and waterlogged

Trudging along thinking I’m wading through. I saunter along the path of no upturned roots

Lugging a rotting carcass of absolution, long past the broken bodies of thoughtlessness

I can’t look back at all of them, it hurts my neck to turn and turn and turn

Marching feels good when it’s nothing at all. I’m sorry. Are you proud of me? Do you think of me?

I dry out in humid air, pushing out my blood when even the air doesn’t want it

I leave me behind, I take you with me. Is this bargain acceptable?

I reach out for a hand, and you are silent. I reach out again, but you turn to behold something else

Hoping for anything. Hoping for something. Hoping.

The sand forgets me as I try to hold you.

I am but bleached bone embracing you for speaking to me once and never again as I hurt and hurt

You have long since left, absconding with bated breath.

Always charming and pleasant at first, and yet never to stay. Did you root for me once?

I cannot give you the heart you seek, I am still looking for my head.

[firstelevens]

Roll charisma with a disadvantage 👀

I am SO excited about this one so thank you for giving me the chance to talk about it!!!

roll charisma with disadvantage is a high fantasy/Dungeons and Dragons AU, where Sam and Steve and Nat are trying to cure a curse that's been placed on Bucky while evading the disciples of Hydra. Hopefully the first chapter should go up next week, and it'll somewhat sporadically update but I'm aiming to be done by the end of summer. It's a lot more actual combat than I've ever attempted to write, which is daunting, but I'm having fun so far!

Big excerpt under the cut because I'm too stoked to not share.

Sam only sees it because Redwing does, flying up over the treetops and scouting for danger ahead. It only comes in snippets first, clearer as Redwing gets closer: clashing steel and the light and smoke of magic being cast, then commands shouted in the voice of a superior, the language indistinct over the sounds of battle. 

“How many are there? Is it bandits?” Sam asks, and only belatedly remembers that he doesn’t need to actually speak the words for Redwing to hear them.

Sire, comes Redwing’s voice in his mind, graver than it was a moment ago, these are no common criminals.

The smoke from the spells is still too thick for Redwing to see who’s involved, apparently, but there are wagons nearby where the attackers must have awaited their targets. He doesn’t need to say anything to Sam as he swoops down past a wagon, the image stamped onto the wheels coming through perfectly clear: a many-headed beast, entwined around a stylized skull. Inside the biggest wagon is a cage much too large for any kind of animal, but perfectly sized for a person.

Sam takes off at a run.

Redwing doubles back to watch for any potential attackers, but the way is clear: apparently Hydra’s disciples were after a very specific quarry when they staked out these woods.

Five attackers, Redwing tells him, as Sam comes within earshot of the fighting and slows down. The Captain and the rude one are fighting from the ground. I cannot see the Spider, but she must be close.

Even as he devises a plan of attack, Sam’s mouth quirks up into a smile. Bucky had made the choice to refer to Redwing as a pigeon the last time they met, and he may have avoided a claw to the face at the time, but apparently Redwing’s ire hasn’t cooled at all.

With everyone caught up in the fighting, Sam manages to get close enough that he has a line of sight through the trees, picking out Bucky and Steve’s forms amidst the smoke and dust. Steve seems alright, but Bucky is bleeding and holding himself stiff as he moves, like he caught an unexpected attack on his flank.

Sam murmurs healing spell before he does anything else, directing his magic towards Bucky and hoping that the chaos of the fight masks the peculiar golden light of his spellcasting. Then he draws his crossbow and fires a bolt at the man in priest’s garb who’s locked in combat with Steve.

As both Bucky and Steve glance around for the source of the arrow, the priest yells an order to the others, and Sam draws his sword as two druids advance on him. He’s sizing them up when there’s a soft thump beside him, and suddenly there’s Natasha, brushing a leaf off her shoulder and grinning in a way that’s just a little bit feral.

“Nice of you to join us,” she says, like they’re on a walk and not mid-skirmish. Before the first of the druids can so much as lift his spear, she’s knocked it away with her quarterstaff and knocked him flat on his back with a single kick to his chest.

“I thought I’d squeeze in some light exercise after breakfast,” says Sam grinning at her and easily parrying the first two blows from the knight who whirls on him with a greatsword.

[sawsession]

i know that riz was voluntarily helping his friends but im so glad we had that scene with sklonda cause it makes so much sense that she would think the bad kids are taking advantage of riz :') since we're seeing it from their perspective we know that's not the case and they probs dont even realize that how overworked he is (given theyre overworked themselves and wouldnt have the mental capacity to notice) but of course sklonda would hear this and be sooo worried about her son

[petedavidsonscock]

ahh i finished i love this book (i love this book!!!) it’s so good. in other lands is about growing up and learning how to love. loving and being hurt and living with the pain; loving and being hurt and living with the pain; loving and being hurt and and opening yourself up to even more pain because that’s the only way to get what you want which is love.

it’s about being a sad, scared, lonely little kid whom no one wants, reading stories about magical lands full of magical beings and golden heroes, and then going to those magical land and still being that lonely little kid, off to the sidelines, watching someone else be the hero. hating that person for being everything you aren’t, and then not hating them at all.

it’s about realizing that the sad, scared, lonely little kid is just as much a story you’ve been telling yourself as is the story about the beautiful perfect magical land, and the beautiful perfect hero, and that like all stories it’s only partly true, and that this story in particular is doing more harm than good. and letting it go, like you’ve had to let go all the people who did not love you the way you wanted them to, the way they should have; being brave enough to say, “i don’t know what happens next.” knowing that no matter where you end up, you’ll be okay, as long as you’re with the people who care about you.

it’s about flipping a coin and hoping for tails, and getting to see mermaids, after all.

[whoblewboobear]

Staring down that weird feeling of feeling like too much or out of place or annoying if I say too much or say things too loud or too off-putting to be like- WANTED in any given social situation. To try so hard to socialize just to- idk. I’d very much like to stop defaulting to that scared kid that was pushed away or talked over until I got old enough and desperate enough to say any and every rapid fire thought that comes to mind. Like filling space when there’s dead air then wondering if maybe I did the Too Much™️ thing again and A. Scared everyone away or B. Pushed everyone away so it would hurt less when they leave BC of A.

Of feeling like I need to be useful or smart or talented or pretty or SOMETHING worthwhile so people want me around. I can just be but then it’s like just being has never been enough for anyone to like- stay. Or care. Running is always a mistake bc it’s like riiiight.. no one noticed you ran, babe. You’re not even at the top of their list people to want around. And just feel so low about it that I talk myself into feeling miserable again.

I’m happy, ive been so much happier lately and i dont take it for granted bc it’s so rare that things go okay or that there’s a sense of peace for a moment. I’m creating again and im less hard on myself about it. I have hobbies again, I’m making friends. And still I’m like seeing the other foot start to drop in real time bc it’s like. You’re in, but are you? That constant nagging voice that sounds so much like my own going “lonely again? Good you deserve it”

[heung-mins]

we are actually playing really fun and good football