I want to go home. I will always want to go home. Even when I am at home I want to go home. But I’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. I want my mum to come get me. I want to go home.
SecUnit is looking down at her. “You can hug me if you need to.” “No. No, that’s all right. I know you don’t care for it.” She wipes her face. There are tears in her eyes, because she’s an idiot. “It’s not terrible.” She can hear the irony under its even tone. “Nevertheless.” She can’t do this. She can’t lean on a being that doesn’t want to be leaned on. Of all the things SecUnit needs, the only ones she can give it are room and time in a relatively safe space to make decisions for itself. Becoming a prop for her failing emotional stability won’t do either one of them any good.
a little scene from the home short story
must we finish fic??? is it not enough to write unconnected 300 word snippets with no beginning or end, forever, until we die?
pleaseeeee hire me im just a little guy… im just a little guy and im sooo cute and you should give me sooo much money one million per second and um also let me sit down. thank you <3
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^_^ I didn’t say simon says *detonates the charges*
PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER ⌙ THE LAST OF US | 1.06 KIN
Unsleeping City more like I DIDN’T sleep. Because I stayed up. Listening to it for so long.
sending this to everyone I know that doesnt understand dnd with no context whatsoever
the thing about running my silly little d&d game is that it has fundamentally changed me and my life forever, for the better.
thinking about "i am made better by you; i am made more myself by you" but irl about this fucking game!! like!!!
i have never, in my entire life, worked so hard at anything, so consistently, for so long, as i have running this game. i have never been so open and radically vulnerable as i have running this game. and in turn, i have never asked for what i needed and reached out for support from my friends as consistently and loyally as i have while running this game. i have never leaned into anything as hard as I've leaned into the challenges and tensions and complications of running this game. i have never committed myself to creativity and to living a creative life as i have since i started running this game. it has changed my life. it has changed me. it has made me more myself. ttrpgs are magic. friends are magic.
[ID: A tweet from Caldwell Tanner that reads: "⛰️⚔️LEGENDS OF IRONDEEP⚔️⛰️ (I've had this drawing idea in my head since the ending of the last arc but just now found time to make it. Hope y'all are enjoying the show!) #NADDPod" Attached is an illustration from Naddpod Campaign 3 in black and white with light blue shading. The bottom half shows a cracking domed sphere that contains a mountainous icy landscape. Ultrus stands in the center of it with his back to the viewer, wearing an antlered helm and wielding a large battleaxe as he looks up. Kneeling behind him, defeated, is Calder, whose sword is broken in his hand. Above the dome is the rest of the Duck Team centered around foster, who is mid-quack with spread wings and glowing eyes. On his left is Callie and on his right is Sol, both wearing duck team tracksuits and facing offscreen looking serious and determined. Callie is holding a sparkling flower. She has winter berries in her hair and tears in her eyes. Sol has a clenched fist glowing with energy. Behind Foster, framed by his wings, is an older Hardwon. He is grinning, wearing goggles across his forehead and a battleaxe on his back.]
New Caldwell art <333
Shocking! This Beautiful Man Fucked His Way into the Alderaanian Royal Family After His Smuggling Career Failed!
Like, that's not even wrong, though. Yeah, the way it's written like a tabloid headline is hilarious, but it's not wrong. That's basically literally exactly what happened.
No, it’s so true and that’s the funny part. Leia could have had any man or women or alien in the galaxy if she so pleased and she chose a guy 13 years older than her who lived in a sewer for the first two decades of his life and spent most of his adulthood running drugs for a slug. A man who’s greatest skills are giving head and running from the cops. And you know what? I would have picked him too.
The part of Network Effect that lives most rent free in my brain is "Do you love my mom?" "Not the way Thiago thinks." "I don't think you know what he thinks." (Quotes not exact; I don't have the book on hand.)
It's the aromantic resignation, informed by years of exposure to popular culture, that romance is what everyone means when they talk about love. That you constantly have to be on the defensive, always ready to explain yourself. I used to sabotage relationships before they could really start so that no one would get the wrong idea. Especially in the context of SecUnit getting increasingly uncomfortable about the way people talk about its bond with ART...
I don't love. Not the way you think. And maybe it's wrong not giving Thiago the benefit of the doubt, but I can't blame it. Not the way people always use the word.
