Meme I Made While Listening To Season 1 Of TMA That I'm Sure Has Probably Been Done Before

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch & Blue Sargent Characters: Ronan Lynch, Blue Sargent, Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Wedding Planning, Mistaken Identity, Meet-Cute, Fluff, Humor, background Gansey/Cheng Summary:

Ronan hates basically everything about their business, or that’s what he tells Blue, but the worst part is that he’s constantly meeting cute guys and none of them are single.

as a chronic oversharer i'm always ready to answer asks, but i'm particularly bored today so if anyone has any questions for me i'd be happy to answer random queries

When Sasha hosts her first D&D session, Michael isn’t invited, really, but it shows up regardless; clutching a character sheet and set of resin dice whose insides swirl around in a way that gives everyone a headache. Jon is ready to kick it out immediately, but Sasha vouches for it, and somehow they begin the game with it in their party.

None of them claim to know the Distortion, but they expected a chaotic character — a wild mage or barbarian, maybe. They don’t expect a lore bard, especially not a human one, and especially not one of such a kindly demeanor. It’s strange, watching Michael switch between voicing its character and describing its actions to Sasha, as though they’re actually playing with two distinct Spiral avatars instead of one.

As the campaign continues, they discover just how many little details it put into its character. He likes colorful tunics and warm scarves. He thinks lilies are pretty. He’s somehow “more of a doormat than Martin”, as Tim puts it. He was an acolyte before becoming an adventurer. Dungeons and Dragons is a game all about constructing elaborate lies wrapped around a grain of truth, after all.

And if Jon Knows something about this character, this strange creation that seems to fit Michael like a second skin, he chooses not to say.

you guys need to let go of any rigid belief in what being nonbinary is because it can be anything. like someone can look completely average in gender presentation and do literally nothing to set themselves apart from their assigned gender and still be nonbinary.

Agnes Montague is sitting in the coffee shop again. Same table, same black coffee, same routine. She wraps her hand around the mug, feeling the heat bloom under her palm. It’s better than burning people, than having them as a sacrifice to prove her warmth. She’s grown out of those fits of anger, and now she sees herself as more of her destiny than the flame borne from it. That’s what it is to be the light in the lightless flame. She wants to be kind but she can’t. She’s a creation with a purpose, and that purpose isn’t kindness.

Everyone else in this shop is human. Completely human. They were born in hospitals, probably, and not within someone else’s – her mother’s – sacrificial funeral pyre. Everyone else in this shop has friends. Everyone else in this shop can find their own purpose. And Agnes just heats her drink, the steam barely bringing up the temperature of her burning skin. She’s the sunlight, just bringing heat down on everyone with her touch. She can burn, but she is essential. She’s not sure who told her that. Something that has to be wrong within her tells her that it was her mother.

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just a sad double drabble of me thinking about agnes too hard!! she thinks about her mom regularly imo,, i consider her thinking about her mom's (voluntary) sacrifice as justification that she has to follow her destiny :((((

this is what happened after the finale, right?

im on a trip with some friends and i don't have my drawing tablet with me but that couldn't stop me from doodling them

Trying to revitalise my never-really-active writing account by looking through my old material and wow.

Starting to think being a writer is just a cycle of writing something, thinking it's incredible, then coming back and wondering who thought it would be a good idea to let you have access to the English language.

trc zine 2 getting there here’s a misc page

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point