#I’m literally so tired lol

[phantom-tail]

Tumblr queer theorist about to say the most homophobic shit you’ve seen that week

#you can probably imagine what came directly after that #yep it was the statement: lesbians can fuck men #I’m literally so tired lol

[puppyeared]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

#I SAY PERSONAL BC ITS MY OWN SPIN ON IT. NOT CHIPPERS CANON UNLESS THEY DECIDE TO OR NOT YOU HEAR ME /LH #I made a banner and everything this time. PLWEASE send them your questions not me JAJFHDSF #I thought it would be cool if macaque has two separate forms as a shadow and inside a mindscape. like I wanted his shadow form to reflect #him in his prime and then the mindscape form as what he looked like when he died. or a more vulnerable state at least #based on LBD appearing to MK as the ivory lady when she died in the S3 special. I don’t know exactly what it was but my first thought seein #the white void was she was appearing to MK in his mindscape to talk to him. so I built on that #I wanted to give him a more ‘Smokey’ look as a shadow just based on how he manipulates them in the show like in shadow play. I hope this #makes it look cool and immaterial. and then his mindscape form would be more battered up and tangible #the last couple images are chippers ideas though since they said the monkeys are drawn to MK when macaque is possessing him lol #and the fact that macaque doesn’t have any senses unless he’s possessing someone + literally sniffing out wukong in the scroll 🤨📸 #I also have a vivid image of macaque moving from the mindscape to physical form like umm. kind of like when he passes the boundary between #physical and spirit/mind(?) it’s like the shadow covers him like ink. or pulling Saran Wrap over your face and it clings to your skin #so it kind of makes the shadow seem like a sort of shell or covering.. and I love the idea of MK meeting macaque in the mindscape for the #first time too. like the moment mac rescues him from LBD and MK sees him all battered and tired looking brooooooo #I’m not even sure if that would count as a mindscape but it rattles around in my brain like loose marbles #god I fucking love this au. gives me imagination fuel swear to god #my art #doodles #lmk #Lego Monkie kid #Monkie kid #lmk au #re-bound!au #rebound au #lmk sun wukong #lmk swk #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk mk #lmk xiaotian

[astrobei]

Something’s wrong.

It’s a quiet afternoon in Will’s room. Mike is here, and this simple fact should be taking precedence over all else. It would be, on any other day — a day where it wasn’t off-puttingly quiet outside. On any other day, it would be all he could focus on.

Not that it’s not important. Mike is here, sprawled haphazardly across him, limbs akimbo like he couldn’t even be bothered to right himself before the need to bodily press every square inch of himself up against Will’s torso suddenly overtook him. It’s endearing, is what it is, even though Mike’s feet are dangling off the side of Will’s bed — they’re getting too tall to be able to lie down like this, side by side and taking up all the room they could possibly want. He’s got his cheek pressed up against Will’s sternum, arms wrapped so tight around Will’s stomach and lower back that it’s bordering on uncomfortable.

Endearing. It’s endearing, the need for proximity. The need for closeness, for touch, for reassurance. Mike wasn’t like this before. Not to this degree, at least. Will pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but the façade hadn’t even lasted a day before he cracked. He needs it too, and they both know it — the rhythmic push and pull of Mike’s breathing. Feeling Mike’s heart beat steadily against his own, separated by a meager few inches of blood and muscle and bone. The kinesthetic weight of a body against his own, grounding him on his off days — days where his pulse is perpetually panicked and off-kilter, threatening to fly away entirely, rendered unsuccessful only by the shape of Mike’s shoulder blades under his palm. The cotton of his flannel button-down, worn soft with use.

Grounding things. Real things. Safe things.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Mike’s foot twitches, suddenly and gently against where it’s pressed up against the line of Will’s calf.

It’s a quiet afternoon, and Will feels off, down to his bones.

Mike might be falling asleep.

Will smiles, hides it in the soft curtain of Mike’s hair where it’s brushing over his neck. Cups a hand around the back of his head and wraps his other arm around his shoulder — tighter, tighter, like Mike might just get up and walk away if he doesn’t. For all his pretending, Will is like this too, now: desperate, a little needy, selfish in small, ordinary ways. Too quick to worry when a call goes unanswered. Too quick to fuss over cuts and scrapes and bruises. He hugs too tight and he kisses too hard and he gets unsettled by quiet, calm afternoons.

He wasn’t ever like that before.

Mike twitches again — so delicately that it’s almost like an afterthought — then his arms tighten around Will’s midriff.

That feels intentional. Even if it hadn’t been. Things with Mike feel intentional. Purposeful.

Even if he is — you know. Asleep, a little.

Will’s room is comfortably warm; the late summer sun has been hiding lately, and the sky isn’t blue, exactly but at least it’s not red anymore — dark and rolling and angry. It’s still, and it’s quiet, and it’s peaceful for the first time in a long time — a long time—

—and still, something’s wrong.

“Will?”

Mike shifts, just slightly, just enough to lean his head against Will’s collarbone and look up at him. He catches the edge of Mike’s expression like it’s a secret, a glimpse of wide eyes, a little confused.

Will peers down at him. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t,” Mike says, even as he blinks heavily. He rolls out his ankle, bumps it against Will’s and keeps it there, stretches long and languid, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Will says. If Mike stays like this, if he doesn’t look up any farther, maybe he can get away with it.

Mike doesn’t sound convinced. “You sure?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and pushing himself up, just enough to be able to look at Will better. “You seemed…”

He trails off. Will tucks a stray strand of hair back behind Mike’s ear, from where it had been falling loose and down into his eyes. “I’m sure,” he murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep!”

“You were,” Will laughs. “You were twitching. Like a cat.”

“I don’t twitch,” Mike insists, then pauses. “Do I?”

“Sometimes,” Will admits, then presses a kiss to the top of Mike’s head. “When you’re really tired. I think it’s cute.”

“Stop,” Mike mumbles, but he lowers his head back to Will’s chest. “So mean to me.”

“I called you cute!”

“Mean,” Mike says, sounding like he’s halfway back to sleep already as he snakes an arm back around Will’s chest, hand resting lightly on the side of his throat, just over his jaw. He tangles their legs together, the sheets going wrinkled and bunched up under them. “So mean.”

Will smiles. “Sorry,” he whispers. He glances down at the mess of black hair in front of his face, runs a careful hand through it. Again, and again, and again. Mike makes a small noise, content and pleased, and presses in closer, like he’s trying to vanquish whatever minute semblance of space might have been left between them. “I won’t be mean again.”

It’s a joke, obviously. Still, Will traces apologetic circles into Mike’s back, into the gentle dip between his shoulders. He maps out the planes there, tries to commit them to memory by touch alone, the way he can feel Mike breathe in — slow, hesitant — and then out again — faster, like he’s collapsing back into Will’s body.

The circles give way to shapes, any that Will can think of. Then lines, curved and looping around his shoulder blades, his upper arms. He trails fingers up the back of Mike’s neck, where the cotton of his shirt gives way to a more organic warmth, and scrapes his fingernails lightly against the skin there. Drops another delicate kiss to the sliver of Mike’s forehead where his hair is parted as it falls around his face.

Mike lets out another pleased noise, half-coherent and probably involuntary, and his hand twitches lightly on Will’s jaw. Will bites back a smile, and stares straight up at the ceiling.

Will was never good at this before either — taking the things he wants. Letting himself have things he wants. Something is turning over in his gut, warm and viscous and slow, with each moment of touch he lets himself have, in this newfound, selfish way — through Mike’s hair, down his arms and back up again. Over his back, his shoulders, trailing fingers up his cheeks. He rubs circles into Mike’s temples, watches his brows unfurrow — for once in his life — and his expression go slack with contentment. He wants to touch the corners of Mike’s mouth too, where they’ve turned downwards, vulnerable, half-pressed into Will’s shirt.

He does. He can.

It’s a novel thing, for him, having someone be this close. Having someone be this close just because they want to be, because they trust you.

Will doesn’t know what to make of that. He’s never felt this before, the urge to hold someone so close that all the bad things go away. The urge to touch, the urge to lie here until entropy takes them.

There are no bad things anymore, though. It’s a quiet afternoon, and it’s calm, and it’s peaceful, and—

Will stops.

His hand stills on Mike’s back.

Oh, he thinks, still looking up at the ceiling. Oh.

“Will?” Mike stirs again, and he’d definitely been right on the precipice of sleep this time, judging by the way his voice is dragging on the single syllable. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers, a little incredulously, as realization dawns upon him. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry too, a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.”

Mike taps a slow finger against Will’s cheek and peers carefully up at him. “What is it?

“I,” Will starts, then stops. He’ll sound ridiculous if he says it. Ridiculous and pathetic and— “Nothing,” he says anyway, despite every molecule of better judgment in his body. “I’m just— I’m happy.”

Mike pauses. “Oh,” he says simply, cheek still pressed to Will’s chest. He sounds a little caught off-guard, in a good way. “I— that’s good. That you’re happy.”

The weird feeling in Will’s gut bubbles up, up, and over. “Yeah,” he says quietly, trying to keep his voice even. “I am. You make me happy.”

At this, Mike looks up. His expression is a bit startled, like a deer in headlights. “What?”

Oh, god. Will swallows. He looks back up. “I just,” he says, “I’ve never— I’m happy. And I don’t know when— I don’t know if I’ve ever. Been this happy before, I mean. Before everything. Before—”

You, he thinks. He doesn’t say it, but it goes implied.

Mike is silent.

The weird feeling starts settling back into Will’s stomach, slow and steady like molasses. Shit. That was, objectively, probably a weird thing to say. It was, right?

Oh, god.

Will blinks, once, twice, thrice in quick succession, and keeps his stare fixed on the ceiling.

“Will,” Mike says at last, from somewhere below him. He lifts his head off of Will’s chest, tufts of black hair swimming into view. “Can you— can you look at me, please?”

Oh, god.

Will looks down. “Yeah?”

Mike looks— wondrous, maybe, which is a bit dramatic, but it’s true. “Really?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound freaked out or anything, which is a good sign, but— “I do?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers. “You do. Like, really happy.”

Happy seems a bit diminutive, if Will’s being honest. Whatever this feeling is runs much deeper than that — past contentment and comfort and satisfaction. Ease, maybe. Safety would be closer.

He doesn’t say any of that.

Mike’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink. He splays his palm across Will’s cheek and asks, in mild disbelief, “Is that what was bothering you?”

“It wasn’t bothering me,” Will says quietly, tugging at Mike’s wrist and sitting up, just slightly, leaning back against one elbow. “I’m fine.”

“You weren’t,” Mike says simply, and lets himself be moved. “I could tell. I just— I thought it was something, you know. Worse.”

“What?” Will laughs, and Mike’s expression softens in relief. “Like what?”

“I don’t know!” Mike exclaims, but he’s smiling too. “I just— I could tell, and I didn’t— I don’t know. Never mind.”

Will pushes a strand of hair behind Mike’s ear again, the same one that had been falling back out the entire time they’d been lying together. “I’m sorry if you worried,” he says quietly. “I just— I didn’t know what it was. I’ve never been this happy before.”

“Will,” Mike starts, expression earnest and searching. He opens his mouth and closes it again.

“Sorry,” Will adds, for good measure. Maybe Mike is, like, totally freaked out. “No pressure, or anything.”

“Don’t apologize,” Mike says immediately, frowning. “Never apologize. I just— I’m happy too. You make me happy. Really happy.”

“Well that’s good,” Will jokes, but it comes out halfhearted. “I should hope I’m not making you sad.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Will.”

“Sorry,” he says on instinct, then immediately bites down on his lower lip. “I mean. Yes. Yeah.”

Mike gives him a look, exasperated and a little fond. “I mean,” he says, then leans forward, all the way back into Will’s space, “you make me happy too. I don’t know when I’ve been— me too, I mean. Me too.”

“Oh,” Will breathes out, in awe, a little bit, of a lot of things — the deepening flush across Mike’s cheek, the ease with which the admission comes tumbling out of his mouth. The simple reciprocity of it bowls him over, like maybe Mike thinks about this, when Will doesn’t know — just how happy Will makes him. “Okay.”

Mike eyes dart between his own. “That all you have to say?” he teases. “Okay?”

“What else do you want me to say?” Will asks, teasing back, a little, but also asking a little truthfully. He’s not the greatest with words, but he’s also not stupid — he understands the implications, here, of what it means to feel so happy around someone that it feels like you’re admitting to something bigger by just saying it. He knows what he’s implying, and he knows Mike is picking up on it, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words — the way his soul feels like it’s stilled inside of him, somewhere, no longer restless or jittery or perpetually keyed up.

He wonders if Mike feels like that too.

The thought, suddenly, is too much.

“Nothing,” Mike says, after a moment. He pauses, then presses a fleeting kiss to Will’s cheek. “Nothing.”

“Mike,” Will says, suddenly, then grabs a hold of Mike’s wrist again. “I— you know that I—”

He feels overwhelmed, a little frantic. He’s sure it’s coming through in his voice. The rest of the sentence hangs there, suspended in midair between the two of them.

Love you, Will thinks. I love you. I love you.

He needs Mike to know.

Mike can’t ever know.

He looks away again, like maybe Mike will be able to tell exactly what he’s thinking just by looking at him.

“Yeah,” Mike is saying. “It’s okay, Will. I know. Me too. Obviously.”

Will relaxes. Thank god for plausible deniability. “Okay,” he says instead, feeling a smile split wide and exhilarated across his face. He feels like he just ran a marathon, and it isn’t until he lies back down that he feels it. The adrenaline, sweet and thick and palpable in his veins. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Mike echoes, then settles back down on top of him. “Yeah. Cool.”

Will tucks his chin over the top of Mike’s head, running a soothing hand over Mike’s hair. His heart is beating so fast that he’s sure Mike is able to tell. “Go back to sleep,” he says quietly. Mike lets out a noise that might be a laugh, and tucks his face into Will’s neck.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Everything feels perfectly right.

#i don’t know what this is #i’ve just had a Week #and i am so tired and my head hurts and i think i’m falling sick again and basically i need someone to lie on top of me and crush me #w their body weight like a weighted blanket #bc my weighted blanket is not cutting it rn i need More #anyways. i hope u enjoy this stream of consciousness #i am so touch starved and i’m being so fr someone better do something about that bc #my ex is coming back to town in 3 weeks and if i don’t get a hug before then i will literally text him #jk i won’t but. u know #LOL #n e ways #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #fun sized fics #fic #etc #ok back to studying Bye

[daeyumi]

i think uh. the Announcement has ruined my night actually. the more i think abt it the worse it gets haha.. 🙃🫠 like literally i don’t think there’s a way the movie can be good. i’m gonna get off social media for tonight & go play switch or smthn,,,,,,,,

#rambles #yes this is abt the fcking zelda movie #god i just. i’m so mad cuz like. i can’t just /not/ watch it cuz now it exists & i just. i have to #but i’m so tired GOD why does it have to be live action?? #i literally don’t think i will ever come to terms with this #ugh & the worst thing that is so specific to me they’re gonna cast link as some ugly fuck actor who legit just looks like some dude #& (god i am oversharing rn) i literally love link so much & my aroace ass has never found an irl person attractive ever & i just. #i fear for my mental stability at this point #god i am sorry to anyone who’s reading these tags at this point i’m sorry for being such a. whiny baby lol

[softnow]

i just took a dance class taught by theee vincent rodriguez iii??? and we learned don’t be a lawyer choreo????? 2018 holl is screaming

#literally so much fun #and so scary lmao #i’ve never taken a dance class before #and my relationship with my body is. an ongoing battle lol #but i’m so glad i did it #because i mean???? #crazy ex girlfriend helped me through some of my worst times in college #and is the REASON I MADE THIS BLOG #and i know i’m not on here super often anymore #but like. softnow is still very much a part of who i am yknow #anyway #i’m sweaty and tired and waiting on a pizza now #do the thing that scares you! #personal

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

#hi everyone #I’m going around hugging you all #okay now that we are gathered here today #i will simply acknowledge that i have been gone for a very long time and then also acknowledge that maybe it was for the best #i relied on sims to be my only creative activity even if i tried to write a book at the same time #and also. i prioritized sims over real life responsibilities. that’s just a deadly combination lol #but I recently noticed I just replaced sims with Netflix. with YouTube. with anything that gave me quick dopamine #literally became addicted in a sense. still am but I’ve been cut cold turkey from most everything #I get off work and go. okay I’ve done the dishes and the laundry……..I could read or write or bake…. #I try to write and sometimes i get a good hour #then I read for a few hours and then get tired of it #and I made cookies Tuesday so I’m waiting for those to be gone before baking again #I’m just so pitiful that I feel BORED and don’t know what to do #so I said….. okay what if I do sims for an hour. #I downloaded some new cc Tuesday and tried to play yesterday #y’all ……………….. I can’t find the energy anymore to set up elaborate scenes and pose my sims and plan posts #I said wow… this is boring without my intervention and fake story #I said wow…….. all this for what? for tumblr? yes I created cool things and provided joy. but is that inherintly important compared to my #own joy? my own everyday activities I should be doing? #y’all I do not leave the house unless we got out to eat or shop or travel to our parents #.. I have little desire to. I’m trying to find that desire #but my husband is busy with grad school and work and I don’t want to do anything by myself #I’ve found myself in one heck of a slump #I didn’t want to be human for awhile. just had no desires no interests no ambitions #I was slacking off SO HARD at work. I just had no drive to do well #I’m still working on it. I’m still trying to get caught up. I’m still trying to force myself to move every day. #but I am struggling y’all. and I can tell you that sims… sims isn’t helping rn but I want it to so bad. I want to get back into it #I didn’t mean to disappear on everyone. I got married and then life got busy and then I fell into this hole of nothing #I didn’t even WANT to crawl my way out. but my husband has helped a lot. I feel like such a child!!!! #I reached max tags. 🙃 bye love you all. till next time

[akkivee]

okay. okay!!!! so!!!!!

hitoya likely owns the ‘supernatural car’

supernatural is the founding fandom of the omegaverse and hitoya has called himself an alpha

hitoya is big on classic rock and the bros in that show are always blasting oldies

dean, the owner of the impala, likes whiskey

the show’s about two bros ghostbusting and fighting demons and hitoya has canonically done that thru kuukou

dean’s most popular ship is with an angel and hitoya’s most popular ship is with an angel adjacent man

like i’m just saying man hitoya and dean might be the same per—

#this is vee speaking #that’s a cursed statement i’m sorry LOL #but i never would have expected to see hitoya and supernatural in the same context JDJDJDJD💀 #my mom enjoyed supernatural when it was airing so anything i know about the show itself is from her #and fandom stuff ik is from the era when tumblr wasn’t a platform on the decline lol #so this is quite literally all i know don’t @ me about supernatural LOL #i remember for kuukou’s bday a few years back bat’s hypnosis wave radio happened to fall on that day #and the following staff report commented that hitoya looked a little tired from driving to the tokyo radio station from nagoya #hitoya loves road trips and domestic tourism but if arb and the nagosaka➕ manga epilogue are anything to go by #kuukou and jyushi must be obnoxious road trip buddies LOL

[slut4thebroken]

you guys weird asf like writing bout cartoon characters jason todd?really

Okay? If you’re obsessed with me just say that. Why else would you go out of your way to send an ask? Fan behavior lmao 🫶

But on a more serious note, most gifs/images that I use for Jason are just ones that I could find. Except for the Arkham Knight fic and The Assignment. I intentionally chose those versions of Jason for the fics. Usually when I’m writing I don’t actively picture animated Jason or live action Jason or Arkham verse Jason or comic book Jason. It’s just Jason. I have also put in the notes at the top of a couple fics that I couldn’t find a gif so I just chose this random one that fit the best. Source.

Anyway at the end of the day, I feel sorry for you that you can’t just move on and ignore something that you don’t like. As well as the fact that you have to actively go out of your way to comment about something that clearly wasn’t meant for you.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the warnings are clear. If you’re not going to like it, then don’t read it ❤️

- an annoyed author who’s just trying to vibe

#i’m tired #literally just leave me alone lol #I’m going to keep writing whether you send hate or not #so why not just fuck off and let me live in peace lmao #❤️ #🖕🏻 #❤️❤️ #jason todd x reader #jason todd

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Rise of the Guardians Tickle Headcanons pt.1 ~

~ Jack Overland Frost ~

(This movie is incredibly underrated so if you have time PLEASE watch it- I need moots to talk abt this franchise with 🥲💔💔)

This boy is definitely a Lee

I would say he’s a Lee-leaning switch but prefers to be on the receiving side of things bc he absolutely LOVES being tickled

The little winter sprite would never admit it though

Oho yeah he’s definitely touch starved

300 years of isolation from people can really do a number one someone

Especially if you’re 14- like you JUST became a teenager

And plus the fact that no one can see nor hear him OR make physical contact with him???

He tries to get every opportunity he gets to get physical affection from the Guardians in fears that every head pat, every fist bump or tickle fight will be his last

He’s just scared they’ll abandon him and he’ll be left alone for another 300 years

He knows it won’t happen, but it still lingers in his mind sometimes

Oh jeez- this got really sad really quick 💀😭😭. Let’s turn the tables, shall we?

Definitely has ticklish ears- I don’t know. Something about him having ticklish ears just seem right.

Like I can just imagine him goofing off and doing something stupid and Bunnymund just casually goes behind him and gently blows on his ear

Causing the younger to literally shriek and jump in the air

(He has 100% whacked Bunny with his staff because of the older ones surprise tickle attacks)

Do give him a heads up or something because he WILL hit you

Snorts and hiccups when he laughs and find it the most embarrassing thing in the entire world

Gets teased about it all the time

His tummy is really sensitive

And by sensitive, I mean SENSITIVE

Always tries to cover it up when being wrecked but obviously it never works

Has a hate-love relationship with North’s beard

It is SO freaking evil- North always gives Jack raspberries on his tummy but the beard just makes it tickle more and it makes Jack absolutely BALLISTIC

Will try and hide in his hoodie when he’s blushing a lot

Like he’ll pull up his hoodie and cover his face with his arms as he just giggles his heart out

Toothiana absolutely melts when he does it and it just makes her want to tease Jack even more

Believe it or not- he can say the T-word!

It flusters him to no end when he does but at least he can say it, right?

Ticklish back >>>>>>

He’s basically just a walking tickle spot let’s be real

Absolutely hates it when Bunny calls himself the Tickle Monster when tickling Jack

He finds it so embarrassing and just causes him to laugh more

I absolutely cried when I saw a fic with Bunny calling Jack “Snowflake” and “Frostbite”

Like- he loves his little bro sm I’m gonna SOBBB

Definitely uses those nicknames as a tease when tickling him and Jack thinks it’s so unfair

Will cuss when he’s getting tickled which he is playfully scolded by Tooth daily

The feet are off limits when your tickling him though

Not because they’re ticklish, but just because he doesn’t like the feel of it, yknow?

It overwhelms him

Will always try and get revenge on the rest of the Guardians- buuuuut that goes as well as you’d expect

Bunnymund is 6’1, North is a literal TANK, Toothiana can fly, and well- Sandy is Sandy

But the kid always does try!

#I’m definitely gonna be adding more later but it’s like 2 am where I am rn help #I just rewatched the movie like 8 times this weekend #Rotg #Rise of the Guardians #Rise of the Guardians tickle headcanons #Lee!Jack #Lee!Jack Frost #I love him sm #Also if you mention anything abt Elsa I will literally not hesitate to block u #Jack is 14 while Elsa is 21 #Actually go screw yourselves. #Also everybody’s relationships in ROTG is platonic to me lol #So yeah- just wanted to put that there #Sorry it there are any spelling errors I’m tired #I’ll fix them in the morning #Hopefully

[kayniscanem]

Me, after I hit the pen and go non verbal

#barks 🐾 #i literally didn’t sleep last night and I’m so mad about it yet I’m not tired #this is the first time in at least a year that I’ve been awake at 6:00 a.m. and I hate it lol #sh2 #silent hill #silent hill 2

[babyfairy]

it takes about 5 seconds of thinking about my personal life before i start to cry now i think that’s really cool and good. fun too

#said literally 3 words earlier to my mom and started to cry so i stopped immediately like i’m so tired dude. #i don’t want to think about any of it anymore. i wish i could just go on autopilot. i’m so mentally checked out #from everything and everyone. i feel like i’ve given up on almost everything i enjoy doing #i just work go home watch tv sleep and then repeat it all over and over. i can’t be still. i can’t live in the moment anymore really even #because that means i have to be present and absorb what’s actually going on around me. all the change #i feel like i’m fading into the background more and more every day #i don’t even care either it’s just kind of like …? good lol #the more i fight my grief the worse it gets #if i can outrun it until my time here is up then that’s fine. i’m sure i won’t but. lol #anyway if you read all this i’m fine i just don’t really like being alive it’s whack imo nothing brings me joy long term #it’s all fleeting. mostly i just feel blank and disconnected #and that’s it. and tired lol

[betterthanbatman1]

Omg guys Ive been so tired today and I literally had like 2+hours of zoned out daydreaming and I was like omg I don’t want to forget this. So I wrote it out and now I have almost 1.5K words 😭

I might just publish my first fic 👀

#This was so weird because I was daydreaming but also still doing stuff. #Like I’ve cleaned my room and showered but I don’t remember even thinking about it?? #Literally being productive on autopilot somehow pls idk how #Idk this happens when I’m tired and have had a busy day lol #About the fic #It’s about Jason losing the Lazarus pit magic ✨ #Robin give him magic #Well so does the Lazarus pit #idk what I’m saying #It’s got some angst yeah #some beautiful delicious angst 😈 #Let’s just say the after effects aren’t too good #Oh also #featuring some JL members #red hood #batfamily #batfam #jason todd #dc #Red writes #(Apparently)

[gregoftom]

khdkgdkgdjgdkgdkys so funny when ppl say greg is pointless or doesn’t drive the plot in any way. you can hate him all you like but to basically say he could be removed and the show would be the same is just literally Not True. gimme what y’all smoking bc it must be some strong shit

#txt #like i’m sorry the chara u hate is one of the mains and affects the storyline but like. deal with it? lmfao #he’s literally jesse’s bias/insert also how you gonna say he ain’t shit be for fucking reaaaaal #also don’t even get me started on the tg is just a bad ship it isn’t homophobia!!!! bc uh. yeah it is lol #like. what else would you call it when you rally hard against a mlm ship the moment it could become a serious relationship #like it only makes sense if it’s a joke if it’s taken seriously as a relationship it’s suddenly stupid and wrong #how tf is that Not homophobic lmfao #disk horse sorry im just so Tired

[soullessjack]

it’s like actually so phenomenal to me that jack is somehow the best worst written character ever. like yes your honor he’s a plot convenience device mirror foil but it’s not his fault. my client was simply doomed by the narrative

#I don’t know how to continue this post #I’m tired and I think my excedrin is wearing off lol #spn #supernatural #jack kline #like yes officer he’s the best guy around but god his writing is so fucking bad I need to save him from it #I trust nobody with jack except for yockey and bobo and that other guy whose name is failing me #at least they tried. but did anyone else try? did anyone else care? nooopeeee!!!!! #spn meta #sort of #he’s literally doomed by the narrative in real life isn’t that so fucking sick #brought to you by my autism getting worse and also me having to call off my first day of my second job because god hates me

[alexturner2005]

i need the strokes to come back bc i very nearly made a sign that i’m 99% sure would’ve worked and it’s haunting my every waking thought

#problem is now i’m determined to actually do it but a. they need to play a show here again #and b. i need to get front and center again which under normal circumstances is so fucking hard lol #i was literally making the sign at 1am the night before and got tired and frustrated and gave up #bc i figured i wouldn’t be in a spot for it to work anyway #and then i absolutely was #amazing night but i literally can’t stop thinking about several missed opportunities i had lol #if they wait five years to come back here i’m gonna be too old to wait all day for a front spot lmao

[spineless-lobster]

I miss creative writing in english class I don’t wanna write a fucking comparative paragraph about existentialism in two damn near unrelated pieces of media I want to write about silly little guys doing things

#okay so we have to compare sartre’s no exit to the good place right? #but we only watched the first season that literally almost has nothing in common with the play #so comparing it is SUPER difficult and I’ve never seen the good place so I can’t analyze it through a ‘critical lens’ #when all I’m trying to do is understand the plot and what’s happening #I’m being dead fucking serious when I say we should’ve watched ghosts instead that’s not even me being autistic it’s literally the better #show to watch for this sort of comparison #while we were reading the play I was able to naturally draw comparisons between characters and situations #julian is garcin estelle is kitty and inez is a mix between a lot of characters such as thomas julian and the captain #I can go on about the themes of each but this is long enough lol #idk I’m just so tired of using so much brain power and getting fucking nothing written down