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32, they/them
You know what they say Mr. Wilde, the only thing worse than not being talked about is being drown in a bucket by an angry priest of Poseidon.
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I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.
Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”
And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.
Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.
“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”
They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”
And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.
And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.
I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.
Amazing.
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anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful
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when christian artists change the line in hallelujah from “maybe there’s a God above” to “I know that there’s a God above” >:c
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shoutout to lydia nicholas for always playing the best characters ever
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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to
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Choose Your Own Adventure!
"What's a specialler occasion than this? We cleared quarantine, the rain's let up just enough to see some stars. And there's just the two of us, don't even need to share it four ways."
Barnes hesitates, torn. Yeah, tonight's not a bad night for it, but Barnes doesn't know if he'll come across a rum this good again. He holds it in his hands, eyes running over the bottle as he considers it, and then the bottle's gone.
"Too late," Carter says, biting down on the cork and pulling it free. Barnes laughs, the weight of decision lifting off his shoulders, and reaches for the bottle. Carter lets him take it, have the first drink.
"Where'd you even get this, then?" Barnes asks, handing the bottle over. Carter grins wickedly, winks.
"Some things are best left to the imagination," he says, taking a hefty swig. He's- he's not even savouring it, just aiming to get as pissed as possible.
"Hey!" Barnes nudges him, and Carter relents. "Leave some for the rest of- leave some for me."
Carter hands it back wordlessly. A rare moment of quiet from him. The neck of the bottle is warm from Carter's grip, and when Barnes takes a sip he can almost taste where Carter's been.
Hm.
Maybe he's feeling the alcohol more than he thought he was. He glances at Carter, fully aware how bloody red he gets when he's embarrassed, but Carter's leaned back now, gazing up at the stars.
"Thank you, for this," Barnes says quietly, adjusting himself to get more comfortable. The rum tastes like long nights on the open sea, like crew crowded together, like the first night docked in a new port. He closes his eyes, and without the input from his vision he can imagine the wind in the trees as the sound of distant waves, the press of Carter's arm into his as any crewmate. He blinks his eyes back open, and the swirl of stars above them both threatens to overwhelm him.
Carter shrugs with one shoulder, feeling for the bottle. His fingers press into Barnes's as he tries to take it, and after a moment of resistance, Barnes relents. "You deserve to let go sometimes, too," Carter says. "Indulge in something for once in your life, eh?"
Barnes feels his heart pick up, the blush crawl back over his cheeks, down his neck. Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's the night, or maybe it really is the reflections of the stars he can see in Carter's eyes. Indulge.
He's not so good at that.
Carter's still looking at him, and Barnes knows, no matter how hard he tries not to know, that Carter would kiss him back if he were to lean in, press their mouths together.
Indulge.
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quietly adds “i don’t want him to go dark side but god could you imagine” to the martin-and-hamid-are-the-same list
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sup! Very excited to show my previews for @rqgzine, for which I got to work on location pics for the Japan arc. All of the work for the zine is beautiful and it was a blast to participate in, make sure to grab a copy once it's out!
[First ID: A cropped digital drawing of several vehicles from the version of Hiroshima in the Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast. At the top left, a yellow boat carrying a pile of packages floats, suspended by a partially-obscured balloon shaped like a blue koinobori (carp streamer). Red pencil writing reads "RED FOR VISIBILITY," with an arrow pointing to ared stripe on the fin keel, and "TILLER TURNS BOTH RUDDER + TAIL." On the right, the front of a grey monorail with red stripes and gold accents is visible, including a rounded door with a golden wheel-shaped handle. The monorail track is supported by wooden pillars with curved wooden cantilever supports, and beneath it is an illuminated green sign reading 空港駅 / Airport Station. The drawing is on yellowed paper with faint graph lines.
Second ID: A cropped digital drawing of the Shōin Institute from the Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast. Glass half-domes and metal chambers are connected by long tubes to form rings around a large center glass spheres with intricate metalwork. The domes to the left are obscured by seaweed and multicolored coral, and a toroidal chamber on the bottom glows orange and holds a fishlike creature with long arms. A freshly-dead whale with bloody injuries rests atop a cracked glass pathway on the bottom right. The complex rests on the ocean floor and fades away into the teal water.]
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>the goblin leaps to attack!
>the goblin misses!
>the goblin has scraped his little knee!
>oh, his little knee!
>oh, his little knee!
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I think we're starting to dilute the meaning of "terminally online". Like, no, it's not terminally online to have eccentric opinions about a popular TV show – people like that existed before "online" was a thing. Unless we're talking at least an "it's homophobic for gay furries to have rat fursonas because they're depicting gay people as vermin", the onlineness falls well short of terminal.
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People talk about a reality where Zolf made a better first impression and is on Campbells books and that's amazing but I present:
SASHA made a good first impression. In fact she was the only suport Campbell had during his horrible no good airship travel. So instead of Zolf being oblivious to his presence as this interesting new dwarf protagonist, Zolf reads about Shasta Bracket and smiles and cries as she mentions her very odd and akward dwarf friend, Azu reads Shasta Bracket and sadly smilles thinking about all the lifes Sasha touched, Wilde reads Shasta Bracket and suddently Zolf's infodumps aren't the only reason he keeps reading Campbell, Barnes reads Shasta Brackett and remembers about a fierce woman that was almost his friend until he arrested her friend and she refused to interact with a traitor.
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i'm not a doctor or a nutritionist, but sometimes i hear women talking about their diets and it takes all i have to not be like "this is not normal. you have an eating disorder and you are in a cult."
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