Messaging People For The First Time Is So Hard. What Am I Supposed To Say? Like, "You Seem Really Odd

“our teeth and ambitions are bared” is a zeugma

and it’s a zeugma where one of the words is literal and one is metaphorical which is the BEST KIND

repost coz i like them

“I don't even mind if the angels come by/Take my arms in their arms/Let them draw me out into the neon wild where I/I dissolve, I dissolve”

—Lyrics from the song Marrow, by Ezra Vine

Friendly reminder that you should

Write that fic

Draw your OC

Redesign that blorbo

Plan that comic how you want

Create the content you want to see

Be cringe

Be free

The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!

i don't know if this'll make sense but there’s something so poignant about Bell Hells being guests in every space they occupy and having really nowhere to truly retreat to is what I think is going to metaphorically kill them in the end. I mean, dealing with the immense loss of their friend and all they have to go back to is a war encampment with beds offered to them that anyone else could occupy really drives it in

M9 had 1 physical home and 1 mobile home they were able to bunker down in for needed rest and recuperation. plus a couple cities that became complete safe havens for them. Vox Machina had an entire keep gifted to them and then when that got destroyed they upgraded to entire city of Whitestone as their main hub. Not to mention they were allowed an entire year they could live freely for themselves after the terrible heinous shit went down before the more terrible heinous shit started up. there was something so important to these two groups about having a home together that allowed them time to grow together

The hells are a bunch of wayward souls who were all eager to leave their initial homes behind for one reason or another but forgot to find a home together along the way so all they have left to fall back on is “the mission”. something something their growing strength and knowledge of the world only alienates them to it more if they aren't allowed a place to rest and process

rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

Two rules for creating anything.

1) Make it weird.

2) Make it with love.

I see nowhere NEAR enough Buddy and Vespa artwork out there, so even though I don’t have the energy nor time for anything finished here’s my contribution to the very limited fanart collection of my favorite irradiated lesbians

“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

Something something the inherent longing of sun and moon coded characters who love each other but feel like the other is just out of reach.