#which is the planet of communication

[alphabetboyluvr]

I’ve never met a Virgo man before hehe but is the stereotype true that they’re all perfectionists??

there are always other factors that come into play so I don't like to blanket statement, but typically yes!!

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

DPxDC Prompt

Thinking back on it, Danny probably should have been more wary of being given the title ‘Ender Of Timelines’.

[kabutoden]

i look at you and my eyes are so so so wet like with tears tears of pure emotion and extend out my closed fist and then I open up my hand and you see her. my troll oc. the greatest oc. from 2013. I brought her back and redesigned her and im insane about her again. i begin sobbing on the ground. she’s so small. itty bitty……….

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[witheredgardenparty]

Has anyone talked about how each member of the Genius Society represents the over reliance on the belief of intelligence but not the act of intelligence?

[yellow-yarrow]

*goes to art school* *learns art history* *learns aesthetics* *gets a masters degree* time to put this knowledge to use *draws this*

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[bli-o]

peace and love on planet earth there’s an adorable, pretty enbyfriend who treats you right out there for you too, friends.

[formula-fun]

ok i know this is quiet hours for most of my mutuals but guys if hypothetically someone were to steal your masters thesis how would you respond to that

[sleepingfancies]

forgot how quickly most people scoff at the idea A) of souls B) that plants have souls

[gender-luster]

thinking about that fictional traumatized autistic middle-aged man again

[sinclairstarz]

i just cant figure out a way to connect my two biggest hyperfixations of all time, community and stranger things, and this MIGHT be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.

[moonrevolutions]

if any of u ever wanna thread feel free to hmu.....because im not shy and i dont believe in being a weenie on the internet so i am definitely open 2 talk and to cut the shits..... but seriously i think at this point the only way to get anything meaningful from me writing wise is to talk to me and to come w. a plate full of ideas; also me not initiating first all the time, because like if i feel like i am then u dont hear from me until u actually come to me first for once.

[isa-ah]

did you guys know Michael and Alfredo took over the dog arm yt channel to repurpose it for their own lps now??? ='D

[hartlow]

Being sooo brave rn (<- saw someone being wrong on the internet and did not engage with them)

[reneesbooks]

more of Them

one person gave birdie and fabin love in the notes of my last post about them so i'm taking that as permission to share my absolute favorite thing i've written featuring the two of them

His hands catch her around the waist and he yanks her out of the way, pressing her up against the wall in an alley. He leans in front of her, blocking sight from the street of her trembling frame. Birdie inhales sharply, feeling the heat of him only a breath away.

City soldiers shout and Fabin leans closer, his forearm resting on the stone wall behind Birdie's head. Her mud-crusted hair scrapes against the stones and she stares at Fabin’s shoulder, feeling her heart punch irregularly at her ribs. He smells like campfire wood and there is a strand of hair falling out of his bun that brushes her cheek and she can’t name this feeling but it’s overwhelming.

His breath fans over her cheek. Her fingers grasp his cloak, pulling it around the two of them like a curtain. The clatter of armor makes her shiver and Fabin’s other hand rests on the hilt of his sword, his body angled to be between her and the street. The sound passes after six sickeningly long heartbeats, but Birdie still can’t breathe.

She thinks of how he presses his cheek against the side of her head and Emilia’s amused smile. She can feel his gaze burning through her but can’t meet it, her fingers curled into his cloak.

Three more irregular jumps of her heart, then Fabin’s hand gently untangles hers from his cloak. His other arm is still on the wall behind her head.

“I think they’re gone,” he says lowly.

She inhales shakily. “Yeah. I think they are.” Her eyes flick up to his face, the strand of hair hanging just in front of his eyes. “Should we...go, then?”

He swallows and she wishes she could read him like runes, decipher the way his jaw shifts and ripples. She reaches up to brush the strand of hair out of his face, her fingertips barely kissing the corner of his eyebrow. He lets out a soft sigh. “We should.”

Neither of them move.

A loud crash echoes through the shadowed alley, echoing from somewhere deeper in the city. Campfire wood smoke shifts under Birdie's hands and Fabin's eyes break away, scanning the sun-drenched street beyond. His hand drifts from the wall behind her, cupping her face almost absentmindedly. “We're clear for now. We'll need to get back to the flat.”

Birdie sucks in another shaky breath. “Yes.”

His eyes dart back down to her. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Yes.”

His mouth quirks. “Good.”

tagging @avrablake @oh-no-another-idea and @akindofmagictoo to share more of Them--whoever They may be to you--that makes ur brain vibrate at the speed of light. and as always open tag for anybody who wants an excuse to post about their Them!