#they're like my favorite thing ever actually

[christopher575]

Related to this:

Your freezer is your friend. You can take advantage of so many sale items if you can freeze them until you're ready for them.

Related to the above, you need to actually use that stuff. It's so easy to accidentally build a huge supply of stuff and be overwhelmed by the idea of using it.

Wander around the store looking for things marked down for immediate sale. My favorite recent find was a $5 or so loaf of sourdough marked down to $1.25 or something. I keep all my bread in the freezer anyway.

It's hard to spend less on groceries when you shop strictly from a list. Remember that screenshot post where someone was outraged by the price of grapes? They weren't in season at the time. Be flexible and ready to switch gears and do substitutions.

Get to know stores like WinCo and Grocery Outlet if you have them. I'm using more convenience foods ever since we got the second dog, and the 4-pack of WinCo breakfast sandwiches is just over $4. National brand names for stuff like that are often double. And WinCo is a cool employee-owned store, just be aware that you have to use debit, a check, or cash. Those employee owners didn't feel like paying credit card fees and I say good for them! Grocery Outlet is a weird place where you'll find closeout items, health food, and even their own brand that's slowly building up. Just be ready to have your heart broken when you fall in love with something there and can only buy so much of it before it disappears forever.

Try to have favorite shelf stable items that you love but will only buy on sale. I love flavored tuna packets, but refuse to pay full price. They go on sale, they're cheaper at WinCo, and you can even find them at Dollar Tree. And! If you look online you can find great deals on boxes of ten. I say shelf stable because you don't want to get tired of these items by being forced to eat them too soon.

Back to the freezer; it's not just for ingredients, it's for leftovers and meal planning. Especially if you live alone.

How to Shop for Groceries like a Boss

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[spread-the-influence]

I know its never gonna happen ever not ever, and that you only got the ragatha brainworms, but its been stuck in my brain since the jax murder.

if ragatha hadn’t been virus’ed, yet somehow still got to the point where jax says “to have a friend” (unlikely), would jax have actually opened up, or just shuttered himself as soon as the concept of being open sets back in? Could he have improved had he not been ganked?

forgive me for the essay below . ragatha may be rotting my brain but i still have elaborate thoughts on the other characters , even if i don't go to the levels of insanity i go for ragatha .

jax , to me , is a deeply lonely and miserable person , and i will say here that the line was kind of more ' a person that'll see and understand me ' . my interpretation of jax is not as charitable as most interpretations of him i've seen , though — he's not a jerk with a heart of gold or is secretly protecting everybody . he's just someone with a very destructive coping mechanism that harms everybody and himself .

he doesn't really see the cast as People , he sees them as Characters . a Cast in the big theater stage that is the circus . he prefers to do what's not boring by going off-script . this means making a mess out of the stage set , bothering the characters , and doing what he's Not supposed to do . it's entertaining ! it distracts him from how ... he's stuck in this stage forever . if he goes with the script , that fact would weigh on him . it's better that he does Not think about that . everyone would be surprised by how quickly that would make him lose his mind .

but it isn't fulfilling . it's a Distraction , an Avoidance . it's something that he does to Not confront his issues . my interpretation of jax at least puts up an emotional wall not Just because he doesn't want people to see his vulnerable side ( i like to think that the one thing he hates is being Wronged , and there's a certain level of suspicion that someone in the cast would do it if he lowers his guard ) but because he thinks there's No reason to put it down .

jax , like a lot of people , craves a community . he wants to be Wanted and Loved . but it's hard for him to get both of those things when these people are just ... Not real to him . what he wants most is That realness . he wants to know that in this big stage he's stuck in , there's someone else who is just as lost as him . someone that also isn't playing by the script . someone that's not a Character .

... and ragatha really doesn't fit those , as much as i'd hate to admit it . she is a Character . she plays the role of the optimistic and caring ragdoll . she is Far from fitting the image of a real person in jax's eyes . that conversation would naturally end in jax realizing he's opening up and shutting himself off — most likely Even more than he already does . basically he wouldn't improve ... with ragatha .

if there's someone that might fit the above paragraph , it's either pomni or zooble . i feel like these two would have better chances of making jax slowly open up with that kind of conversation , since they're both the most grounded and Real people in the circus .

i do not think that it would make jax instantly accept into the community of the circus — years of bad habits are Not easy to drop — but it'll be like a hand being extended to him . he sees that there's a world beyond the stage , and he takes it . and that's a lot more fulfilling than distracting himself .

lord i feel like this post is a contender enough to warrant a second ESSAY WARNING tag but yeah , jaxxle thoughts ! he's not in my top three favorites ( those respectively go to caine and zooble ) but i still find him interesting to think about .

[crookedteethed]

ᡣ𐭩 Beautiful Destruction . • ° 　 .　 *　: r. cameron

synopsis -- Some addictions aren't found in powder form. Sometimes they're found in the way he says your name between midnight fights and morning regrets. A toxic love story.

warnings -- 18+-mdni, allusions to smut, mature/dark themes, mentions of blood, substance use, domestic abuse (from both parties), jealousy, toxic relationships, angst, no happy ending...

disclaimer -- with having read said warnings please note that this is a work of fiction, and as a writer, I do not condone or romanticize toxic relationships, substance abuse, or any form of physical/emotional abuse. This story explores dark themes for fictional purposes only. Please proceed with caution if these themes might be triggering.

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The moonlight catches in his hair as Rafe Cameron stares at you across his bedroom, and you hate how beautiful he looks in this light—all sharp edges and barely contained rage. Your lip is still bleeding from where he kissed you too hard, punishment for the marks you left on his neck, visible enough that everyone will know. That was the point, after all.

The residual high from the lines you both did earlier is wearing off, leaving that familiar hollow feeling in your chest. It started as just a party thing, but now neither of you can seem to face these conversations sober anymore. The powder traces on his credit card mock you from the nightstand.

"Stay," he demands more than whispers, and there's that dangerous edge to his voice that should make you run. Instead, it makes you want to push harder, see how far you can take this before something breaks. "Just fucking stay this time."

You don't turn around as you pull your torn shirt back on, trying not to remember last month when you ripped his favorite button-down to shreds after finding texts from another girl on his phone. The fight that followed left a scar on your shoulder from where you hit the corner of his desk, and a matching one on his forearm from your keys. You both swore it would never happen again, but that's what you always say.

"Why? So we can pretend this is something it's not?"

"Don't do that," he says, and you hear him stand up, the sheets rustling. "Don't act like this is just sex when you're the one who showed up at my door at three AM last week, drunk and crying about seeing me with that girl at the Wreck."

"I wasn't crying," you snap, but your hands shake as you button your jeans. "And I don't care who you fuck."

He laughs, that hollow sound that means you've hurt him. Good. That's what you do best. "Right. That's why you made sure to let the whole party hear us tonight? Why you kept saying my name loud enough for everyone downstairs to hear through the walls?"

You finally turn, a cruel smile playing on your lips. "Maybe I just really enjoyed myself."

"You're such a liar," he growls, crossing the room in three quick strides. His hand finds your throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a reminder of how he held you earlier. "You're so scared of actually feeling something that you'd rather destroy us both."

"There is no 'us,'" you say, but your pulse races under his palm. "There never was."

His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt. "Then why do you keep coming back?"

"Because you're convenient," you lie, watching the words land like punches. "Because you're always so desperate for it, aren't you? Poor little rich boy, so starved for love he'll take whatever scraps I throw him."

You expect him to push you away, to finally give up. Instead, he kisses you, hard and brutal, tasting of bourbon and blood. When he pulls back, his eyes are darker than you've ever seen them.

"You want to talk about desperate?" His voice is dangerously soft. "You're the one who begged me not to stop last night. Who cries my name when you come. Who shows up at my door every time you're lonely because you know I'll let you in. Because you know I love you, even though you don't deserve it."

The truth of his words feels like drowning. You shove him hard, needing space, needing air. "I never asked you to love me."

"No," he agrees, letting you go but not backing away. "You just made sure no one else could. How many people have you scared away from me? How many times have you shown up just when I was starting to move on?"

Your hand cracks across his face before you can stop yourself. The sound echoes in the quiet room. It reminds you of that night three months ago—the one you both pretend never happened. When the coke and jealousy and rage all exploded at once, leaving you both with bruises you had to explain away to concerned friends. He'd grabbed your wrists too hard; you'd thrown a bottle that shattered inches from his head. You both ended up on the floor, somewhere between fighting and fucking, leaving trails of blood from the broken glass neither of you had bothered to avoid.

"Fuck you," you spit, but there are tears in your eyes now.

"You already did," he says coldly. "Multiple times. Loud enough for the whole fucking house to hear. Was it worth it? Did it make you feel better about the fact that you're in love with me too?"

His smile is all teeth. "Truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"I don't love you," you say, the words scraping your throat raw. "I don't even like you."

"Keep telling yourself that." He grabs your wrist as you reach for the door. "But we both know you'll be back. You always come back."

You jerk away from him. "Not this time."

"Right," he scoffs, running a hand through his hair—the same nervous gesture he made the morning you found him passed out in his bathroom, nose bleeding, pulse too fast. You'd stayed then, nursed him through the comedown, only to steal what was left of his stash before leaving. "Give it a week. You'll get drunk, see me with someone else, and show up at my door pretending you just want sex. And I'll let you in, because I'm stupid enough to keep loving you even though you're destroying me piece by piece."

"Then stop letting me in," you challenge, even as your chest constricts at the thought.

His laugh is bitter. "Maybe I will. Maybe next time I'll have someone else in my bed. Someone who isn't afraid to stay until morning. Would that finally make you feel something?"

The image hits you like a physical blow—Rafe with someone else, someone who deserves him. Someone better than you. The jealousy rises like bile in your throat.

"Do whatever you want," you say, proud that your voice doesn't shake. "I don't care."

"Prove it," he dares you. "Walk out that door and don't come back. For real this time."

Your hand finds the doorknob, and for a moment—just a moment—you let yourself imagine turning around, confessing everything. How you've been in love with him since that first night. How you push him away because you know you'll only break him in the end. How you'd rather hurt him on your terms than wait for him to realize you're not worth staying for.

Instead, you say, "Goodbye, Rafe," and step out into the night, leaving behind the only person who's ever seen through every lie you've told yourself.

Through the door, you hear glass shatter against the wall. Then another. And another.

You make it to your car before the sobs tear free from your chest. Your phone buzzes—a text from him.

I hate that I still love you.

You type back through blurred vision: I hate that I let you.

You drive away, your hands shaking as you resist the urge to dip into the baggie in your purse—the one you bought with money stolen from his wallet while he was sleeping last week. He probably knew; he always knows. Just like you know about the times he's followed you to parties, watched you flirt with other guys just to hurt him, waited for you to break down and come crawling back.

Next week, or next month, one of you will break. You'll end up back in his bed, adding new scars to your collection, both physical and emotional. You'll share lines and lies and bruising kisses, pretending the chemicals in your blood are the only reason your heart races when he touches you. Because that's what you do—you break each other apart and call it love.

Maybe one day, one of you will be strong enough to end this for good. Maybe it'll be when one of you finally goes too far, pushes too hard, breaks something that can't be fixed with apologetic kisses and promises you never mean to keep.

But not tonight. Tonight, you're already calculating how long to wait before texting him about the coke you just bought, knowing he'll let you in even though you both swore last time was the last time.

It's never the last time.

a/n -- Thanks to anyone who made it to the end of this fic! As always, all likes, comments, and reblogs keep me motivated! 💕🫶🏾

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[ddarker-dreams]

Imagine that reader HWR is fighting a very strong enemy, perhaps the enemy's strength is close to her strength, and chrollo the other members are there watching the reader fight (she is going through a difficult time)

I feel that reader HWR will reject the interference of the Phantom Troupe members in her battle to help, her pride does not allow her to accept anyone's help, but what do you think Chrollo will do in this situation?

i actually have quite a few unused fight ideas for HWR reader, she's my favorite MC to choreograph them for. one of them share a concept similar to the one you've mentioned!

the avalor family — or, more precisely, the patriarch, victor — have made many enemies. HWR reader's no stranger to attempts on her life, it's been the norm since she was a kid. she doesn't take it personally. for her, it's more like taking out the trash or doing the laundry.

the opponent would have to be rather bold to challenge her with the troupe present. if they're gathered, then it must be for a job chrollo's planned. HWR reader wouldn't want the development to interfere with his designs. however, if certain conditions are met, she'd ask to be the interloper's executioner. threatening her siblings or insulting her mother's memory are methods guaranteed to incite her wrath, especially the former. no matter what, she won't disobey a direct order from chrollo. if he chooses to have someone else take care of it, she might try insisting once, but would ultimately concede.

pitting her against another weapons user allows for some interesting developments. the fight would take place at a breakneck pace, since when she's serious, that girl is Fast. what she lacks in brute strength she makes up for in speed. if the troupe's rides are ever tight, shal will joke that they should just let her run to their destination 😭

her fighting style is based on calculation, precision, and efficiency. an opponent willing to do batshit insane things that contradict common sense would get an edge over on her. HWR reader taking a few nasty hits (or even losing limbs) wouldn't be enough for chrollo to intervene though. he would only disregard her wish to fight solo if he felt her life was in danger. if it's very close, he'd ask nobunaga and feitan, two other members familiar with sword fighting, for their input.

he would prefer to let her work through it alone though, so long as it doesn't jeopardize the job.

[real-team-luster]

// first of all yippee thanks for tagging me! so so flattered that people enjoy my blog and character. anyhoo i wanna get on in this, so here's my list of favorites (in no particular order, and if i forget you don't take it personally! i love basically everyone i've interacted with on here, you're all so nice)

@harteofthehart-ayyy - maybe this is cheating because i just reblogged from you but who give a fuck. harte is just hilarious i love him

@pandorias-box - always love seeing updates from her! i wish we could interact more often but unfortunately darrin straight up does not believe in ultra beasts. which makes things mildly awkward. regardless i love the naganedel lady and hope she escapes the torment nexus soon <3

@rocketryu - i hope that tagged you because tumblr is being a jerk rn. either way huge fan of when characters are funny haha to hide their insecurities, and the continued gem-eating debate will never not get a smile outta me

@skitter-smack - BURGUNDY! Xe are basically my comfort Rotomblr character at this point, I love the subtle blend of chaos and genuinely emotional arcs. Also, huge fan of how he seems to actually like Darrin, that's (understandably) rare

@two-cats-and-a-balloon - Mira my beloved who has suffered so much. Kind of the opposite thing to Burgundy, I appreciate that she smelled his bullshit right out the gate and isn't about to back down just because he's kind of nice sometimes. Hell yeah get his old ass girl!

@pokedragontamer - We haven't interacted much recently which is totally on me, IRL stuff and then I did the blog takeover and yknow how it is. Regardless I always love evil scientists, especially when they're not quote enquote evil

Joint entry for all the Redux blogs, not gonna name them all but you guys know who you are! It's amazing how fast I got engaged in this plotline, and still waiting for an opportunity to have things settle down a bit so Darrin can properly introduce himself /silly /nm

@thatoneklefkitrainer - Ryak activates my adoption instincts for some reason, which is funky considering he's older than me in character. But I do not control the brain chemicals. I love this guy and how he defies usual expectations about Steel-type Trainers. Also maybe the only Galarian who Darrin has ever interacted positively with /hj

@j0nathand0e - Ghost boy! Man if I had a nickel for every blog I frequently interacted with who was like half Darrin's age... in all seriousness I love Johnny and Doe more than life (death?) itself and wish them both a very good life/afterlife.

@rotomblr-island - You could argue this one doesn't count as it's in character, but it's my list and I get to make the rules. This blog introduced me to a ton of new characters, and it's just fun to check in and see what wacky hijinks everyone's been up to. Also, Heartbreaker Paris remains my favorite contribution to this community

// what if we all tagged our favorite blogs and went to check eachother's favorite blogs out as a result of tagging our favorite blogs. what then

[koifsssh]

AN (IN)FORMAL EXPLANATION.

i have to talk about this before i chew my own arm off.

Maverick and Rainy's relationship is best described as frustrating. At least when it comes to how their mindsets clash with one another.

For context! Rainy has always been the "level-headed" one of the family, you need to be in order to keep so many secrets for the Boss! Even with such a level head however, stress is easy to accumulate, double that with being kidnapped and shot in the face and you broke the camels back, so to speak!

( a bit of rambling below! as well as cw! blood!)

It was a fact that if you died you could just come back, he had seen it time and time again, it wasn't a surprise when he woke up in a bed... okay well, it was a bit of a surprise, but who could blame him?

it was a first, and in any other circumstance, I would think traumatic!

To put it simply, reality broke a little for him. Rainy began to... ask questions he didn't really think of asking before. What exactly brought them all back? Why? What brought them back exactly? He knew of "Father" but who was "Father" anyway? It's not like he could talk to anyone about such a thing, the Boss had chosen him specifically to keep his mind a vault, being someone's Eyes and Ears is no easy feat, i assure you! A title with a heavy weight. You could almost say it was an awakening to the web of lies and soft spoken words he was so delicately placed in the center of. How distressing!

Of course, reality would set in, and Rainy's usual cool and collected demeanor cracked a little, and since Maverick was always nearby, he was always there to witness the waves of distress befall him.

Not that it happens all the time! Just... you know!

Don't even get me started on Maverick... the poor guy has been through the ringer, and Rainy is simply the icing on top of the angst cake.

perhaps @thatthirstyweirdo will make a post for him...

(LOOKING DIRECTLY AT YOU.)

needless to say, Rainy has become disinterested with life in a way, and because of this he kind of became reckless his own. (not that he goes out of his way to do anything dangerous! he just doesn't care to be as careful anymore, which in turns stresses Maverick out!)

It doesn't help with them being as close as they are, and it especially hurts Maverick to see Rainy in such a state.

Ahhh, what is he to do? He can only dream of better things.

[finncakes]

:/

[icewindandboringhorror]

I got these shoes from someone recently but thought they were way too plain looking, so I set out on a quest to customize them with some sharpies and charms and miscellaneous ribbon I had in my craft drawers. Mostly sky themed (clouds, rainbows, rain, stars, etc.) because that's my favorite aesthetic, but I had to include some cat imagery as well, of course lol.

[forestofforever]

"Of course, I want to make you breakfast, why wouldn't I?" Did nobody ever make her breakfast? It was only a small gesture but he always felt that it showed a level of care. It was the same reason he liked cooking for people; a nice, homemade meal was comforting and showed others you were looking out for them.

He would have to go out to get groceries before he could prepare said breakfast, considering the fact that he hadn't set foot into a grocery store in a while now, but there was one close to his house and he could acquire the things he needed reasonably quickly.

"I can make French toast, absolutely. I like to think my Pain Perdu is the best one around." It would be a nice way to wow her. Simple, yet effective. "Any specific kind of tea you enjoy? I think I have some Russian Caravan and Earl Grey sitting in a cabinet at the moment. A friend of mine makes his own tea so they're high quality too... I mean, I could get you a different kind from the store if you really do want a different flavor. I personally put eucalyptus honey in my tea rather than sugar, which you're welcome to try if you want to."

He was already feeling giddy at the idea of having a delicious breakfast together. Good food brought people together after all, and it would be nice to share his favorite tea with somebody else. It had been a while.

Well, they would have to make it through the night first, but somehow planning out this breakfast made him feel like he had no choice but to make it. They had plans now, and it would be awfully rude to promise her a breakfast and then not actually make it.

Alura watched him leave, her eyes lingering on the stairs for a few seconds. While she waited, she grabbed her small journal from her cloak- making her way closer to the bathroom and sitting in the stairs just so she was in earshot incase anything happened. As she sat there she wrote down Etiennes name at the top, a brief description of him ,and then some quotes she had come up with that made her think of him. The book was filled with several of these entries.

She had met many people along her journey and she wanted to remember them. Always being in her own world- if was easy for her to forget. Some of the entries she couldn’t even put a face to a name anymore but at least the feeling behind the interactions would be captured. She wanted to remember Etienne in anyway she could. Although she’d come off as distant and guarded, she was very sentimental in that sense. She also figured if she ever died, hopefully someone would read it and enjoy hearing about the people she had met. Although, if anyone did end up getting their hands on it- they’d probably question why she never stayed.

As Etienne open the door she slammed it shut with a small jolt. The aroma of him filled the air. Mixed with him being in a robe- what a scene. Quickly standing up and holding the boom behind her back she smiled. “You do smell amazing.” She was just glad he got to enjoy himself for a moment. “Well there’s always time to sleep, there’s not always time for midnight adventures.” She tried to play at his words, keeping the situation light as well. It was all too painfully obvious what was going on but it was admirable how they both seemed to try and just enjoy the moment.

His questions caught her off guard. When was the last time anyone had asked her these things? Her golden eyes seemed to almost sparkle as she stared at him in awe. Alura was somewhat picky with the way she liked things but also wasn’t one to complain. She could feel her cheeks heat up ever so slightly at the consideration he was showing her. “Umm.. pancakes between those two but I prefer French toast if I had the option.. sunny side up, only toasted enough to be warm, and tea with milk and sugar.” Her spare hand held up fingers as she listed them as if to keep track.

“You really want to make me breakfast?” She asked in almost disbelief.

[bosspigeon]

my favorite thing about my friend playing veilguard as their first da game is that they refuse to acknowledge that Varric is hot because, and i quote "that's my dad."

[missdarhk]

sooooo hypothetically speaking, if I were to write a modern day odypen fic where he is a professional dancer and she is famous (maybe actress? dont know yet) and they get paired up together in a 'dancing with the stars ' type of show, with sprinkled fakedating in the mix, would anyone be interested in reading that

[crows-of-buckets]

Ena is initially distrustful of Aviae. They're cousins (a fact he doesn't find out til post Veilguard) but well. She's best friends with Zevran Arianai, which has been a pain in the crows asses almost the entire time Ena has been a crow. It takes them a little bit, but eventually they end up decently close.

As for the origins companions, he gets along well with Morrigan in DAV. He would absolutely bully the shit out of Alistair, poor guy wouldn't stand a chance. Wouldn't like Leliana all that much. If Ena got past the whole crow killer thing Zevran has going on they would very much be friends. Would bond over poisoning people. Would hold so much respect for Sten. Doesn't like Wynne (at all). Keeps putting poison in Oghrens drinks and takes notes on his reactions to them (he SHOULD be dead why isn't he dead. Fascinating)

As for awakening companions, I think he would be neutral on most of them. Nathaniel is just Some Guy to him. He and Velanna would get along. He would get into the worst fights ever with Justice over him being an assassin. Would like Sigrun. His favorite is Ser Pounce a Lot though he would spoil that cat rotten.

Ena 🤝 Lucio

Head over heels for their abomination boyfriend

I think Ena would be fine with Lucio. He'd feel guilty over Varric, and would probably avoid Lucio bc of that but after that they're fine. Lucio is not nearly as serious as Ena is, but they're still similar enough that Varric picked Ena as his Hawke replacement <//3

As for companions. He and Anders would violently swing between "best friends" and "I'm going to kill that man with my bare hands". Would depend on the day of the week. He would LOVE Merrill they would have so much fun chatting. Doesn't like Fenris bc he reminds him of himself (Ena was also a slave at one point, but it was when he was young. Doesn't change the fact that he still sees himself in Fenris and by god does it annoy him. Stark contrast to his older sibling Revari who is actually friends with Fenris LMAO). Would not like Aveline or Sebastian. He does consider Isabela a friend in veilguard. And Varric is someone who he held very dear in his heart

Ena is so neutral on Selene. He respects her work as Inquisitor, but other than that he doesn't really like her (side note none of my protagonists get along very well with Selene 😭😭 she didn't even do anything wrong...). Thinks she's too churchy.

However he and Sera would get on like wildfire. Like Sera would not like the crows at all but she and Ena would cause some SHIT. He would think Cassandra and Cullen have too much of a stick up their ass (rich coming from him). Blackwall would unironically be the funniest to stick him in a room with bc Ena would catch his ass lying and start lecturing him on how shit he is at it. Completely neutral on Iron Bull. You would not catch him dead in a room with Vivienne I think she would actually intimidate him. Would he respect her? Yeah. Would he stay on the other side of skyhold to avoid her? Also yeah. Would adore Josephine to pieces and call her "Miss montiliyet" and offer to carry her papers for her. Canonically hates Solas so fucking much. Even without knowing he was the Dreadwolf the two would NOT get along. He would probably try to recruit Cole into the crows (he's a spirit that can more or less READ MINDS do you know how effective he would be???)

Hey! It’s Friday! That means it’s Rook Intro Hour <3

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today’s Question(s): Let’s do something special, today, to celebrate DA. What would your Rook think of your other DA protagonists? How about the other companions? Is there anyone they would particularly like or dislike? Why? What would the other protagonists/companions think of Rook?

Answer as much or as little as you like. Hope you’re well <3

[florida3exclamationpoints]

My mom is always like we don't treat you like a middle child do we 🥺 and then treats me like a middle child

[guinevereslancelot]

decided to leave my job and i'm gonna fr gonna cryyyyy

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

Please BE EXCITED about stuff you like/ want to be excited about 💞 That's what life supposed to be about, finding joy in the smallest things, in the things we enjoy and love. And the people that judge us for having that joy in our hearts lose their own life, because they spend too much time judging someone else's life instead of doing something with their own. FUCK them

this is one of my favorite asks and i love you

[sortanonymous]

Wait, they're making another one? Oh-kaaayyyy... Not holding my breath, but hopefully it's at least better than the $h!tshow that was the second movie. (Even if that "version" of Silver is still there.) If it's any consolation, I don't know how much Sega is involved with the Sonic movies, but if it's a good bit, then maybe they can help out! At the very least, there's this amazing comment under the reveal teaser. (GOLDEN ISLAND MENTIONED)