So in Love With the Wrong World

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tmw jester says “essek said he loves you so much, caleb” and fjord’s eyes flicker to caleb and back to her with a look of surprise and trepidation and then he goes “he did?”

If you heard of writer's block, get ready for reader's block. You want to read. You have time. You know what to read; how have a pile of books ready to be read. You cannot sit still and focus enough to do so or you can't even open the book.

i think a lot of us, when we’re growing up, we learn kind of the opposite of self-care. a kind of self-disregard, if that makes any sense.

especially those of us who have invisible disabilities, we needed extra rest or extra help or something different from other kids, but not only did we not get it, we were made to feel greedy or lazy for needing it. so we internalized that, and we grew up with this feeling that having needs is weakness.

hands up if you were shocked to discover that not everyone goes through life being exhausted and hungry and strung out all the time. o/

for the longest time i just thought everyone else was better than me at hiding the fact that they were constantly in pain and sleep deprived.

Art by Boris Groh

what i like about this is that the people seem just. unthreatened. they are responding to these nightgaunt looking motherfuckers as if they were a particularly rambunctious opossum. “oh god damn the shadow entity stole our ball again what the fuck dude we’re trying to play horse.” perfect, i love it. 

The first one is literally like so funny like “Omg Brad that’s my cousin Jeff. Hey Jeff!”

just cozy boys and girls

Do not tag as ship.

Toss a coin to your Witcher...

“We are friends”

“we are friends”

I have never watched a single episode of Critical Roll in my life, but these two are just *Chef’s Kiss* hitting all my buttons  

There he stood, an old man swaying on the spot, his robes thick; seeping with his own blood—Jester’s touch, of course—and tattered from bolts that ricocheted off the stone walls. At a glance this would look barbaric, a group of seven against one old spell-caster fighting him all at once. In some far-off, shadowy corner, you could hear the springs creak as Nott’s crossbow reloaded, while Beau and Yasha flanked the old wizard’s sides, their mouths pulled in warcry and a growl as they cut and bludgeoned him down. But you could not mistake the maniacal grin spread across Trent Ikithon’s face; how he gnashed his yellow teeth, fingers curling in pleasure as shadow drifted from each bruise and cut on his body, pupils dangerously shrinking into the whites of his eyes.

Caleb staggered to where Fjord stood—throwing balls of green energy that crackled in the air—ignoring Caduceus’s pleads to stay still, but slurring a vague “Thank you,” all the same as he felt his friend’s magic knit the skin on his chest together. 

He could feel his body screaming at him to stay down, the sweat profuse on his brow, the ends of his hair singed and sticking to his neck, but he snapped his fingers; sparking the familiar tendrils of smoke and flame that licked up the sides of his forearm. 

One last push, he told himself. Weak. Battered. One last push. 

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“slow, slow... breathe.”

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link: sidon, I’ve run out of red crayon