I have no idea what I'm doing

Hi I'm Rowan, She/Her please I'm 21 for those who need to know. This blog is kind of getting overhauled maybe. It's been a while since of done any rp related stuff so bear with me. Theme by ITSACRIMETHEME. Sidebar image by teamstarlightcollectors. Icon by Nootaloots.

[lokh1]

*pippin voice* what about second puberty??

[thisnightsrevels]

*merry* I don’t think he knows about trans rights, Pip

[duetopersonalreasons-userboxes]

due to personal reasons this user is a worm on a string

[louceph]

[sunnetrolls]

a second’s peace [open rp]

Good lord, Selata thinks, she really just can’t step a foot out in the open without someone trying to get her attention or snap a photo, can she? She’s barely gotten two blocks out of her hive and to the coffee shop she was headed to before someone tried to stop her in the street. She never really had the patience for this bullshit, but now especially so. 

“Sorry, sir, I’m on a tight schedule!”  “Here, maybe we can talk later, call my manager to see when I’m free.”  “Not right now please-”  “Excuse me! Did I not just-!”

It felt like navigating a labyrinth or running a marathon just to go get some coffee. Now, Sel didn’t mind the occasional fan asking for a selfie or an autograph- that made this bearable, even- but the constant press attention was just too much. 

When she finally made it to the coffee shop, she shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. She had a few minutes before she’d be hounded again, but usually it was long enough to at least order a drink. In her exasperation, she accidentally bumped into the person in line in front of her, not watching where exactly she was headed. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re okay, right?”

[sunnetrolls]

“Hehe, it’s okay if you don’t know me! Not everyone likes pop music, if you don’t tune in to that part of the radio I wouldn’t expect you to hear me on. Just gimme a mo.” She turned to the eager reporter with an almost sickly sweet expression.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave me be or I’ll call local authorities. It wouldn’t be great for your job to be arrested for harrassment, would it?” Her tone was somehow both threatening and cutesy at the same time. This was not her first rodeo by any means.

The cameraman paled, and after a moment’s hesitation, apologized quickly and left the coffee shop.

“This is basically my nightly routine. That one works like a charm every time.”

[punk-rock-trolls]

“Oh damn. That was cold.”

Taking a mental note not to get on this trolls bad side, Mazala took a small step back.

“You uh...you sure you don’t wanna go ahead of me? I really don’t need this that bad.”

Mazala had a sizable build to say the least but there was really no way she wanted to piss off a highblood of any kind. Especially one who seemed to be in a bit of a mood. 

[plasmalogical]

i see you not reblogging this

[sunnetrolls]

a second’s peace [open rp]

Good lord, Selata thinks, she really just can’t step a foot out in the open without someone trying to get her attention or snap a photo, can she? She’s barely gotten two blocks out of her hive and to the coffee shop she was headed to before someone tried to stop her in the street. She never really had the patience for this bullshit, but now especially so. 

“Sorry, sir, I’m on a tight schedule!”  “Here, maybe we can talk later, call my manager to see when I’m free.”  “Not right now please-”  “Excuse me! Did I not just-!”

It felt like navigating a labyrinth or running a marathon just to go get some coffee. Now, Sel didn’t mind the occasional fan asking for a selfie or an autograph- that made this bearable, even- but the constant press attention was just too much. 

When she finally made it to the coffee shop, she shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. She had a few minutes before she’d be hounded again, but usually it was long enough to at least order a drink. In her exasperation, she accidentally bumped into the person in line in front of her, not watching where exactly she was headed. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re okay, right?”

[punk-rock-trolls]

“GAh-Fuckin-shit crap!”

Suddenly and surprisingly thrown off balance by the other troll Mazala stumbled forwards nearly causing a chain reaction of tumbling patrons. She steadied herself and spun around on the heel of her heavy combat boots turning to glare at the one who had ran into her.

“What the fuck ma-”

Mazala sized up the girl on front of her, she honestly seemed to be having a bit of a rough day. She sighed and shifted her weight, placing a hand on her hip, 

“S’all good bud. You wanna go first? Looks like you need this more than I do.”

Gesturing towards the line infront of her Mazala stepped away slightly.

[sunnetrolls]

Selata hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. She knew she absolutely didn’t want to take this troll’s spot- she wasn’t in that much of a hurry!- but she was touched by the generosity. She made a 🥺 face in her moment of recollection.

“Oh… No no, it’s okay! I’m fine. I just wasn’t focused on where I was like walking, you don’t need to like let me ahead of you.” This sort of thing happened to Sel a lot, often without any prompting. She always felt a little bad coasting on her stardom then, so she thought it was only right to deny a favor now.

“Just don’t- aw man.” The door to the coffee shop jingled and a troll with a camera in hand hastily entered. Sel sighed softly, but composed herself with a smile almost immediately after.

“Mrs. Aprici!”

[punk-rock-trolls]

“Nah really, it’s cool.”

With a ring of the bell the trolls attention snapped towards the cameraman. For a moment or two she glanced back and forth between the two as if surprised before opening her mouth.

“You’re like famous or something?”

The sudden realization of what she said had hit her like a sack of bricks, talking to a seadweller like that? Seriously? It had been nearly two sweeps since Mazala had even left her hive in an attempt to avoid empire and rebellion alike. The last thing she needed was a pissed off seadweller on her ass.

“I-i mean of course you’re famous, you’re a fuchsia, I bet you’re super crazy famous.”

“Smooth.”

She thought to herself.

“Real smooth.”

[rabbit-trolls]

[anthonycrowleymoved]

i’ve been trying to hold back but. i gotta see what bill and ted fanfic is like. i gotta do it

[anthonycrowleymoved]

this literally sounds like a line from the movie what the hell

[anthonycrowleymoved]

this fic is actually GOOD i’ve never been more angry in my LIFE

[anthonycrowleymoved]

i’m so mad and you should be too

[anthonycrowleymoved]

listen i’m trying to stop clogging everyone’s dash with this nonsense but this is honestly the best line i have ever read in a fanfic in my entire LIFE i’m laughing so hard

[anthonycrowleymoved]

i don’t know how i expected it to end to be honest

[anthonycrowleymoved]

the sheer amount of people who think this is about bill clinton and ted cruz is frankly funnier than any post i have ever made on this hellsite and that’s all i have to say about that

[birdsquirrel]

#the final comment knocked me tf out

[thebutchriarchy-deactivated2019]

Medusa with the Head of Perseus, Luciano Garbati, 2008

[arbitraryimposition]

I adore how she carries his head low, at her side, and not aloft in triumph. This is not a self-aggrandizing hero lauding her great deed. This is a woman who wanted to be left the fuck alone.

[drunkenhills]

Also look at her body. The double hips. The asymetrical boobs. She’s thin, but she’s realistic as hell. That’s a real woman.

And the look in her eyes. Damn.

[marlene]

I originally saw photos of Garbati’s Medusa a long time ago, but I specifically remember this post from earlier this year. Medusa was one of those pieces that really buried into my head and heart. Sounds silly, but just looking at it gives me strength.

Today I was lucky enough to see it in person. She’s incredible. And, something that the original pictures don’t show— she’s HUGE!

[heroineimages]

I love this even better now that we can see the baffled look on Perseus’s face.

[toxictiktoks]

[roachkillr]

[internetgf]

who did this

[i-had-a-gotdam-plan]

NO mom it’s NOT a phase *spurs clank as i stomp up the stairs*

[skegulium]

judgement time!

to celebrate ori’s new sketch sprites, reblog with one (1) troll (you can do multiple reblogs) and let the (secretly gilled mutant) maroon judge them.

judgebacks aren’t required, but feel free to do so! 

[punk-rock-trolls]

gunna slap down my beefy blue blood if that’s chill

[sunnetrolls]

a second’s peace [open rp]

Good lord, Selata thinks, she really just can’t step a foot out in the open without someone trying to get her attention or snap a photo, can she? She’s barely gotten two blocks out of her hive and to the coffee shop she was headed to before someone tried to stop her in the street. She never really had the patience for this bullshit, but now especially so. 

“Sorry, sir, I’m on a tight schedule!”  “Here, maybe we can talk later, call my manager to see when I’m free.”  “Not right now please-”  “Excuse me! Did I not just-!”

It felt like navigating a labyrinth or running a marathon just to go get some coffee. Now, Sel didn’t mind the occasional fan asking for a selfie or an autograph- that made this bearable, even- but the constant press attention was just too much. 

When she finally made it to the coffee shop, she shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. She had a few minutes before she’d be hounded again, but usually it was long enough to at least order a drink. In her exasperation, she accidentally bumped into the person in line in front of her, not watching where exactly she was headed. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re okay, right?”

[punk-rock-trolls]

“GAh-Fuckin-shit crap!”

Suddenly and surprisingly thrown off balance by the other troll Mazala stumbled forwards nearly causing a chain reaction of tumbling patrons. She steadied herself and spun around on the heel of her heavy combat boots turning to glare at the one who had ran into her.

“What the fuck ma-”

Mazala sized up the girl on front of her, she honestly seemed to be having a bit of a rough day. She sighed and shifted her weight, placing a hand on her hip, 

“S’all good bud. You wanna go first? Looks like you need this more than I do.”

Gesturing towards the line infront of her Mazala stepped away slightly.

[owlturd-remade]

[cherrystrawberrie]

[accelerationist-king-piccolo]

[kaiba-cave]

[lambda-complex]

[birdblogwhichisforbirds-deactiv]

Two more weeks of gender!

[legendoftherisingtide]

This post is the only thing that reminds me a year has passed. If this didn’t start popping up in August every year then I would believe it’s still May