my brother started calling our cat "doobie brother" which he then lengthened to "dubious brother" and has since morphed into "brother dubious" like he's some sort of fucked up little monk
brother dubious
"My liege, I'm afraid I have reason to believe your concubine plots against you. Worry not, your eminence, you can still trust me, of course..."
hello website that likes fucked up houses. did you know that i wrote a gmless tabletop game based on house of leaves where you can create your very own fucked up house
it's called house. yes literally. the main mechanic is that you draw a map of a fucked up, sprawling, potentially never-ending house that grows as you explore it in-game. you draw from a deck of regular playing cards to determine the vibe of each room in the house. you might never escape! that's up to you. i'm not your mom
you can get it here and there's a 50% chance you already own it if you bought one of the big itch bundles during early pandemic. enjoy
We should make a poll about 'do you think I am a popular blog' because I have 0 clue how people perceive me
actually youre so right anon
no negativity ab bugs in my notes please!!
How was your day dude
I went to the doctors I got my blood drawn. I was extremely brave.
i get, a horseshoe crab, get my blopd drawn every day. im braver than u
The only tiktok trend that matters is people filming those easter chickens and then going “who did ____ without permission?” and one of the chickens is so fucked up and its obvious who the answer is and the intro to You Gotta Move by Mississippi Fred McDowell is blasting
LEAVE THESE ANIMALS ALONE!!!
I was being cancelled because apparently it was classist to put feathers on dinosaurs.
Both dream me and irl me were very confused.
it might have been a dream, but feathered dinosaurs being linked to an ideology isn't that uncommon. Them being viewed as "leftist", "woke" or "gay" has occured several times.
I collect these examples.
reblog if you like dinosaurs, are gay, or just really like feathers
Swanatello and Crownardo
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair!
Leo sniffled as he stayed curled up in the rain, grateful that it washed away his tears. He was near the lake, as he often was these days. It had been years since Donnie had been home properly, years since Leo had his twin back.
It just wasn’t fair.
How much longer did they have to wait? How much longer would Donnie have to be a prisoner of this stupid curse?
They had made no progress in saving Donnie. Even after finding the symbol on the bottom of the lake and finding Donnie’s recordings, they were still no closer to getting him out! Even Barry was at a loss. This was old magic, older than Barry or even Big Mama. Yes, Leo had been begged for her help, worked in the Battle Nexus for months while she gave him access to every library and book and scroll in the Hidden City. Still, he found nothing.
How much longer would Leo have to be this useless?
“Why so sad, my child?” A deep voice croaked from behind him. Leo jumped and looked around. He hadn’t heard anyone approach, just the ruffle of feathers of a bird in flight. Wait, a bird?
The crow who perched above him was like nothing he’d ever seen. Its piercing red eyes stared down at Leo with sympathy and the dark aura that pulsed around it echoed with power. A familiar sort of power. The same power as the Lake, as the curse.
Leo was enamoured instantly. Maybe this bird had a solution.
“I have a question for you, child.” The crow spoke and Leo couldn’t look away. “What is the reason for your tears?”
If the crow had asked Leo anything two years ago, he wouldn’t have answered or he would have made some stupid joke. Even a year ago, Leo would be curious but guarded. But Leo had gone too long without his twin, he’d been left uselessly on the sidelines for too long. He wasn’t even needed for portals anymore since Barry set up the permanent gateway. This bird was a chance to save Donnie. Leo’s instincts had never failed him when it was important like this.
So Leo told the crow everything. About the Kraang, about Donnie’s plan to hide the key, about the lake and how much Leo and his family were suffering. About how much he missed his twin and how he would do anything to get him back.
By the time Leo was done, he felt drained and dizzy. It was like once he had started talking, he couldn’t stop. The relief of finally giving the whole story, of being honest about how much he was struggling and not hiding it behind jokes or dealing with it alone in his room, it was freeing in a way Leo didn’t realise he needed.
“I can help you, my child,” the crow murmured, having hopped down from the branch long ago to perch on Leo’s shoulder. He rubbed his beak against Leo’s cheek. “I can give you the power to save your brother from the Lake’s corruptive influence. If you can retrieve the treasure it hides, your brother will be freed. If you bring the treasure to me, I can reverse the spell on him entirely, bringing him back as he was before the lake ever touched him.” That sounded like a dream come true, more than Leo could have ever prayed for.
“How do I do it? He’s become so strong since the Lake took him,” leo asked softly. His head was swimming with possibility.
“Drink this.” A small blue vial was dropped into his hand. “It will let you match him in skill and strength.”
Leo studied the vial. Rationally, he knew that he shouldn’t take it, that he should take the vial back to Barry or Mikey and get it checked. But Leo was done being rational. Rational had gotten him nowhere.
Without any further hesitation, Leo downed the potion in one gulp. A strange feeling flooded through his system, one of warmth and safety, of being deep in the earth and yet high in the sky. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He was powerful.
Music started from nowhere, echoing around Leo as he panted from the intense feelings running through him. He knew instinctively what he needed to do.
“But I don’t know how to dance!” He cried.
“That is alright, my child.” The crow was back on his branch again. Leo found his arms raising by themselves and he raised up to stand on his toes. It felt as natural as breathing. He moved slowly with the music. Plié. Arabesque. Pirouette. Ciseaux. Fouetté. Leo closed his eyes, smiling as the music guided him in ways he didn’t know he could move. “I will teach you.”
My brain did a thing
Swanatello and Crownardo have infected my brain
The whole “how the hell does this predatory creature get enough sustenance” thing that plagues fantasy and sci-fi occasionally gets so absurd it loops around into being funny, like the scene in Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon is flying through an asteroid field and gets swallowed by a worm.
I could complain about that, but I could also conclude that the supply of reckless space pilots flying into asteroid fields has been consistent enough for the past few million years for animals to evolve to prey upon them.
Who knows. Maybe there are enough adventuring parties roaming about the Forest of Doom to increase the available biomass at their trophic level in order to sustain tertiary consumers like giant spiderwolves...
“You’re going into the Catacombs? No one survives the Catacombs! Many an adventurer has tried!”
“Uh, how many have tried?”
“Enough to form an entire ecological niche for species specialized to prey upon them!”
“Oh. That, uhh, that is a lot.”
“Right? It’s pretty fascinating actually. I’m writing my thesis on it right now.”
sometimes you gotta crack open your older brother's mind like a walnut
is leo able to get any footage from swannie’s goggles?
do you or the fic finders know any good fics where izuku is a ghost?
Fic finders, ASSEMBLE!
why are yt to mp3 websites always the shadiest fuckin sites I feel like I’m going down a dark alleyway risking the chance of getting drugged and/or stabbed just bc its the only place where I can find a guy to deal me some decent fart with extra reverb dot mp3s
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Edit: wow a lot of response to this, couple things
