still not over it

Ari | they/them | queer | 36 | omgcp sideblog @willdexpoindexter | trc sideblog @blueseyforthesoul

[merlinisnotover]

thinking about her (first book in a as yet unfinished duology)

[spider-shoes-archive]

good morning tumblr it’s overcast and cold as fuck with a chance of um. the skull

[hopelesslypiningbuck]

battle cry @buddienetwork gif challenge 013

[whitepeopletwitter]

[nynehells]

YOU FORGOT THE BEST PART

[hppjmxrgosg]

proud victim of the tumblr accent. it's fading out of public consciousness as the tik tok accent takes precedence; a linguistic evolution that makes the tumblr accent 85% funnier to unsuspecting civilians. it's like releasing a disease on a non-inoculated population. coughing baby versus hydrogen bomb.

[oneheadtoanother]

[campsis]

Eden Kalif, Good Cats

[so-many-ocs]

no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood

[escuerzoresucitado]

[eyobis-andthe-bunnycats]

[Video Description: a lynx casually walks down a snow covered bank, onto a log and reaches a frozen river. The lynx takes two steps; the ice cracks loudly. Instantly the lynx stands still. It then looks around and then leaps. The lynx makes a landing on the other side of the river, a faint crack can be heard. It continues on its way unfazed. /End VD.]

[drtanner]

That’s a guy who’s fallen through the ice before, lmao.

[wickedcriminal]

IMMACULATE REACTION

[morhath]

I hate when king arthur has all these fussy little steps in the instructions and you're like "no way do these fussy little steps matter" but you try it and they do. they matter so much.

[bookaddict7342]

I thought you meant Camelot quests and I was like "that's fair, 'never pick a four leaf clover on the last Wednesday of the month' IS a fussy little step that shouldn't matter" but then I was like "wait isn't that also a flour company"

[morhath]

nooo I am not a beleaguered knight of the round table I am making elaborate focaccia 😭

[southernsolarpunk-deactivated20]

Original

[chicorystreetcoffee]

[prokopetz]

Dungeon crawling game set in a domain where the law of the land states that all hoards, troves, sacred relics, cursed rings, talking swords, and other unclaimed treasures are the property of the Crown, with the retrieving party being entitled only to a modest finder's fee, and also it uses XP-for-gold advancement specifically pinned to the percentage of retrieved articles' value the character in question is able to legally claim; much of play thus consists of fabricating legitimate-seeming provenances for retrieved treasures in order to obscure the fact that they were pried out of a dungeon and thereby defraud the King.

[prokopetz]

(No, this is not "yet another tax fraud premise". Circumventing state ownership of unclaimed hoards is a different thing – more forgery and less math, for one!)

[prokopetz]

@sigiledpaladin replied:

Yeah this isn't tax fraud, this is commodities laundering.

Of course it's the paladin who understands the distinction.

[divorcedwife]

look at the republican calendar and see which animal/plant/item is associated with your birthday ok. if you're born january 14 you get the day of the cat

[divorcedwife]

solidarity for everyone who was born on the day of the cistern or the watering can or something like that

[buddiesblr]

9-1-1 MOBILE GAME 🚒 ▶ The Morning After

@eddiediaznetwork eddie diaz week, day 2 – competition

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[cheaphalloweencostume]

my least favorite literary smut turn of phrase is when a guy is like “im gonna ruin this pussy” “im gonna wreck this pussy for anyone else” like stop.. thats not yours…!

[goofda]

“Imma destroy that pussy” my friend 😔

[apatheistlesbian]

Anyway this disability pride month I would like to shoutout disabled folks whose creativity has suffered because of their condition. I’m talking people with hand tremors and pain that stop them from drawing, knitting, and playing instruments. People whose thinking has become so disorganized that nothing they write makes sense to other people. People with chronic pain who can no longer dance. People so over medicated in a fruitless attempt to maintain stability that the wells of their imagination have run dry.

I see you and I love you. You are more than your creative output. You are not a shell of what you used to be. You are a whole, complete person, regardless of what your creativity has been, is now, or will be in the future.

[secondstar-acorn]

There is something horrid in Arthur that sits up and begs to be loved. Even worse, it begs for love to be given freely and kindly; to be as easy as breathing, rather than painstakingly earned.

Arthur never thinks of it. He does not engage with the pathetic little boy this desire makes of him. If he thinks of how he has been deprived, he must acknowledge who has done the depriving, and if he does that, his world will collapse in on itself—for why would any noble knight serve an unjust king?

Arthur knows he must caution himself away from this desire—to feel love in its purest form, rather than as a weapon wielded against him when convenient—but Arthur has made a habit of plunging in headfirst, regardless of the danger.

Merlin continues to rant about Uther’s latest lecture.

Arthur slumps in his chair. Something in him is finally content.

for @merthurmicrofic ‘s prompt caution | 151 words