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sp0o0kylights · 11 months
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Eddie had done this often enough that the last person he expected to see at the door was a well-built dude with some sports jersey on. 
“Oh hey.” Sports Guy said, not looking remotely surprised to see them (nor was he hysterical, panicking, nervous, rushing Eddie inside or doing anything people normally did when it came to a home haunting.) “Eddie right? With Hellfire?” 
“That’s me.” Eddie said, giving a dorky little tug at his shirt, right over the Hellfire Hunters emblem, and regretted it immediately. 
“Come in.” Sports Guy said, stepping aside with a wave. 
His house wasn’t quite a mansion, but it was enormous, and Eddie could barely listen as Sports Guy began giving a run through of the layout of his home. 
“It mostly stays outside, but we’ve caught it in the house a few times.” He was saying as he went, pointing out various things that sounded an awful lot more like Eddie was here to catch a racoon than a ghost. 
Halfway through his spiel a literal herd of children, led by a curly headed kid who shrieked “Steve! Don’t catch it without me!” before shooting down some stairs, and Eddie become concerned some wires had been crossed.
“You understand you hired ghost hunters, right? We’re here to…” Eddie paused, because for the first time in his life, it felt so stupid to say what he did for a living. “Hunt ghosts?” 
“I know. Dustin--that’s the curly haired kid that just ran by--brought it home by accident. The kids named it Dart but it keeps ruining my rhododendrons. 
“Your--rhododendrons?” 
Steve nodded, face serious. “I’m in line for winning the county's best garden prize at the fair this year. Check in is in a month. If I replace any more flowers with store bought ones they’re gonna disqualify me.” 
Steve the Sports Guy lived in a giant fricken house, with a buttload of children, and was worried about a ghost haunting his flowers. 
Eddie wasn’t sure what the hell he’d just fallen into, but he was desperate to learn more. 
Not just because Steve was the hottest man he had ever seen in his life. 
(...Maybe because Steve was the hottest man Eddie had seen in his life but who could blame him? Those biceps, god!)
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skitskatdacat63 · 6 months
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“Amore et Timore” - King Fernando I “El Animoso”
#*why is it that when I write tags that are genuinely imporant and wordy it always doesnt save UGH#well. ill try and rewrite them.#hahaha I bring you curly haired king Fernando!!(mostly for cofi)#2011 monza gp core Fernando that gripped us all by the throat right?? right????#also i hope that his hair doesn't appear red to you like it did to me on my pc??? its brown I assure you#anyways! historical context for nerds like me:#'el animoso'(the spirited) comes from Philip V of course#it was apparently bestowed on him bcs of his perseverance and unwavering fervor in battle#and is that not the most Fernando coded thing youve ever heard?????#'Amore et Timore'(through love and fear) however comes from Joseph I#whom seb is partially based on but i thought his Latin motto fit Nando way better so here we are#philip v didn't have a motto as far as i could tell so that's why I stole Joseph's#but i do think the motto for the Spanish kingdom fits Fernando's career pretty well?#'A solis ortu usque ad occasum'(from sunrise to sunset) and i think that suits Fernando's 'longest f1 career ever' p well#anyways I sent a sketch of this to cofi the other day like yeah I probably wont finish this#and now here i am on 5 am on a tuesday grinning manically sleep deprived like HERE YOU GO#i think he looks very cute in this!!! i really did a lot of work on his eyelashes...very important detail to me#he kinda accidentally looks like Louis XIV unfortunately#but thats down to his hair I think. it looks a lot more like the traditional wig style from then compared to what I typically draw#but god imagine being seb in this au!!! you get to wake up next to this majestic beast....#seb would have this painting framed over his bed or something. i mean who wouldn't????#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#f1 fanart#formula 1 fanart#catie.art.#boy king au
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lesbiradshaw · 11 months
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Hiii is there anything we know about the dagger squad backgrounds that’s canon? Other than Jake being from Texas, is the stuff about what they studied/where they’re from headcanon? THANK U MUCH LOV
we don’t really know that much i don’t think but a majority of the background info i’ve found is either vaguely mentioned in the film or the paramount draft script you can find online ! bradley being a poli sci major at UVA and graduating in ‘09 is canon (and also very dear to me bc that was my major too plus i also graduated hs at 17 bc we are both #junebabies :]), jake originally got his call sign because bradley gave it to him and he hated it at first, bradley played baseball as a kid, mickey is a trekkie and also catholic or at least raised catholic (he crosses himself before they launch on the mission in the draft script), harvard and yale were the only duo that came from the same squadron together before the movie, and bradley and jake and natasha were in top gun together at the same time. there’s probably more backstory you could piece together for everyone by looking at their service medals/ribbons they wear but i fear i am not knowledgeable enough about that sort of stuff without a lot more research. they all mostly have the same ones but natasha has a NATO medal, jake has a navy unit commendation ribbon, and reuben has a joint service achievement medal.
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also silly canon details that aren’t background info but i still love: jake wears what i’m pretty sure is a class ring on his right ring finger, he’s also the only trainee i recall seeing actually wear his tags, he likes van halen and foghat and seems to be a classic rock fanatic, natasha wears a plain gold band on her left index finger, mickey, reuben, natasha, and bob all use those multicolor clicky pens, bradley is i think the only one of the main squad who doesn’t have the fingertips cut off his flight gloves, halo’s tank top has her squadron logo on it during the football scene, and those stupid jorts bradley wears were definely just jeans he cut the legs off himself 😭.
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altruistic-meme · 10 months
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me: *existing*
my brain: hey heres another fic idea!!! and another!!!! oh wouldn't it be so cool if you wrote this??? wouldn't you LOVE to plan this fic out??? you should definitely plan this one, i promise you don't even have to write it ;) [<- is lying, knows that i'll want to write it even more if i plan it]
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roseworth · 1 year
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i went apeshit over that last one. anyway roy & anyone u choose w “i’m scared” pls 🫶
send me a prompt 😙
i chose mia is anyone surprised
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For the millionth time in his life, Roy wished that Gotham rogues would just stay in Gotham. Whenever they got bored of Batman, they would come to fuck shit up in other cities, and everyone else just had to deal with it.
Today, it was the Riddler. His snarky tone and infuriating way of talking were already pissing Roy off, not to mention the fact that he had locked him in some kind of fucking escape room. 
“Are you a mythology fan, Arsenal?” Riddler asked over a speaker. Roy rolled his eyes and started looking around the room for a way to get out. When Roy didn’t respond, the Riddler continued. “Artemis and Apollo, the moon and the sun, the twins of the hunt. Brother and sister.”
Roy narrowed his eyes and looked up, trying to find some camera to stare into or something. “What do you want?”
“I think you are going to be the one wanting,” Riddler responded. Roy couldn’t wait to punch him in the face. “Because you’ve got a kind of twin yourself, don’t you?”
Roy raised an eyebrow. “A twin,” he repeated, wholly unimpressed.
“A sister in arms, a replica of what you once were,” Riddler explained in his stupid droning tone. 
Mia, Roy thought, his blood running cold. “What the hell do you want with Speedy?”
“Once again, I won’t be the one wanting,” Riddler sing-songed. “Maybe you should keep better track of your clothes.”
A hatch clicked, and a drawer opened with a single comm sitting in it. He took it out and shoved it in his ear. “Speedy?”
“Roy?” Mia said groggily. “What’s going on?”
“Riddler got us,” he explained. “I thought it was just me, but looks like we’re in it together, kid.”
Mia laughed quietly. “Always dragging me into your problems, huh?”
“Guess so,” he smiled. “Where are you?”
“I, uh…” she trailed off. “I don’t know. It’s dark in here.”
“Dark?” 
“As you may recall,” Riddler shouted over the speaker, “Artemis’s temple was burned to the ground back in 356 BC.”
No. 
“Riddle me this, Arsenal,” he said, a grin evident in his voice. “What is not alive, but grows? Doesn’t have lungs, but needs air? Doesn’t have a mouth, but is killed by water?”
“Damnit,” he said under his breath. “Mia? Are you okay?”
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be burned alive.”
“You won’t be,” he promised. “He gave me some riddles, that’s his whole shtick, right? I’ll get you, no problem.”
“‘No problem,’” she repeated in a mocking tone. “I can’t believe I’m getting fridged.”
Roy laughed breathily. “You’re not getting fridged, I promise not to go through any emotional development after you die.”
Mia snickered. “Just do the riddles, asshole.”
Roy turned back to the room. There was a drawer with a small slot, with the label What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
Roy rolled his eyes and searched the room for a penny. If all the riddles were like this, he would have Mia out in no time.
He found a penny sitting on the ground, then pressed it through the slot. The drawer popped open with another riddle. He breezed through them, making small talk with Mia all the while.
“How are the Teen Titans?” he asked.
“Fine,” she said. “Cassie started dating that one girl that we think might be Ollie’s.”
He snorted. “Cassie is sorta-half-sister-in-law material, right?”
Mia laughed. Roy worked through a few more riddles, picking up a pair of gloves after the riddle They have no flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
He looked inside the gloves and pulled out a strip of paper.
I make two people out of one. What am I?
He read the riddle a few times. “Hey, Mimi, you good at riddles?”
“No. Also, ‘Mimi’?”
“There’s no better time to try out nicknames than right next to death, Memes.”
“Ugh.”
“I’ve got the riddle ‘I make two people out of one,’ any thoughts?”
Mia thought for a moment. “I’ve got a friend that’s a clone, maybe it’s a cloning device.”
“I don’t think that’s it,” he said. “Besides, Donna’s kind of sort of a clone, and she–” He cut himself off. 
“What?”
“It’s a mirror.”
“And you got that with the power of Donna?”
Roy searched the room for a mirror. He looked at a wall across from him and inspected the mirror. “What can I say? Donna’s smart, I guess just thinking about her makes me smarter.”
“Huh, you must not think about her a lot.”
“Very funny,” he drawled. He couldn’t find anything on or behind the mirror. He frowned, then threw it on the ground.
“What was that?”
“Mirror.”
“And you broke it?”
“Riddle’s behind the glass,” he said, flipping it over and picking up a slip of paper that had fallen out. “You have me today, tomorrow you'll have more. As your time passes, I'm not easy to store. I don't take up space, but I'm only in one place. I am what you saw, but not what you see. What am I?”
“I hate riddles,” Mia replied. “This is stupid.”
“‘I don’t take up space’ probably means it’s a concept.”
“Sounds like a thought,” she said. “You have them today and more tomorrow, and everyone has thoughts. Well, most people have thoughts, I don’t know what you have.”
“Love you too, my darling sister,” Roy said sarcastically. “It’s what you saw, so it’s in the past right? Memories?”
“Ah, yes!” Riddler yelled over the speaker. “Memories! And you’ll have to live with the memories of your sister for–”
“That ones a bit of a stretch,” Roy interrupted. “Not a good riddle if you have to explain it.”
“Roy!” Mia yelled. “Fire!”
“What?”
“Fire!” she repeated. “It’s fuckin– It’s coming closer, I’m gonna–”
“Stay calm, Speedy,” Roy said, instantly shifting into seasoned vigilante mode. 
“Now that we’re properly focused, let’s move on,” Riddler said smugly. “What is it that given one, you'll have either two or none?”
Roy frowned. “A…” he trailed off. He had heard this one before. “A choice?”
A door flew open behind him. “Exactly!” Riddler yelled. “You have a choice: You can stay here and save Speedy, or you can leave now and save yourself! You can’t do both.”
He heard the comm in his ear click. Fuck. “Speedy? Can you still hear me?”
“No outside help,” Riddler cackled. “Now, a choice!”
The choice was pretty clear. He could leave to get help, but he had no guarantee Riddler wouldn’t kill her while he was gone. Even if the man killed him after Mia was safe, it would be better than her getting hurt.
“I choose Speedy,” he said, crossing his arms. 
Riddler said nothing, but the comm in his ear clicked again. 
“...Roy?”
“Right here, kiddo.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you left me.”
“Never, I swear.”
She didn’t reply. Roy wished they could go back to 2 minutes ago when she was teasing him instead of the nervous silence she had now.
“Talk to me, kid, I’m still sorting through these riddles,” he said, flipping to the back of the memory riddle and finding a new riddle to work through.
“There’s still a fire,” she said quietly. “It’s slow, but it’s getting closer.”
“You’re gonna be out of there in no time, don’t you worry.”
Mia stayed silent for a while, and Roy kept moving through riddles. They were all softballs from here, like “What has hands, but cannot clap?” then the next riddle inside the clock.
“Roy?” Mia said, her voice raspy and shaking. 
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared.”
“You’re gonna be okay,” he assured her.
“How do you know?”
“Would I ever lie to you?”
“Yes,” she answered. “You lie to me all the time.”
“What? Name one time.”
“The other day you told me Nightwing was raised by a family of monkeys and that’s why he’s so acrobatic,’” Mia ranted.
Roy couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, fine, that was–”
“And you tried to convince me that the real way Ollie got off the island was by growing gills and swimming away.”
“Come on, those were all–”
“And just last week you told me you were going to visit home, then you didn’t,” she yelled. Roy’s stomach twisted at the way her voice wavered like she was holding back a sob. “And I waited! I-I was waiting all night because I thought you were coming like you said, then you didn’t and I just–” She took a deep breath, then mumbled, “Whatever. Didn’t even care.”
“Mia, I–”
“It’s fine, you were doing something important, or whatever, I get it.”
“I’m sorry, kid,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “I would’ve, I swear, it wasn’t about you.”
“I know,” she said. “Still hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “But trust me now, you’re going to be okay, and you can yell at me to my face about it soon.”
“I don’t want to,” she mumbled. “I don’t want to be mad at you about it, I just want you there.”
“Mia…”
“Whatever, man, I’m in a room of fire right now, just– just do what you need to do.”
Roy grimaced and looked at the next riddle, only to find that there was no riddle. Just the sun on a piece of paper.
“Congratulations, dear Apollo, you’ve seen the sun!” Riddler yelled. “But alas, the moon cannot be seen without the sun’s light! Rise, dear moon, and reflect the sun’s shine as your own!”
“...What?”
“Roy,” Mia said. “A door to the roof just opened above me, I’m getting out.”
“Thank god,” he sighed. “Get far away, don’t let him find you again, okay?”
“What? No way, man,” she argued. “You’re still trapped, I’m not just gonna leave you.”
“I can get out myself, don’t worry about me,” he replied, not sure if he even believed himself.
“Don’t lie to me, I’m– wait a minute."
Roy frowned. “What’s going on?”
“I need you to trust me.”
“That’s not very reassuring.”
“Duck.”
“What?”
Seconds later, a wall blew up behind him, and Mia walked through the rubble.
“Explosive arrows!” she exclaimed, holding her bow above her head. “He left my quiver on the roof.”
“Jesus, give a guy some warning, Mimi,” he grunted, dusting himself off.
“I told you to duck.”
“Alright, fine,” he said, then opened his arms. “C’mere, kiddo. I’m just glad to see you safe.”
Mia’s face broke out into a grin as she sprinted straight into his arms, tackling him into a hug, nearly causing him to fall over with the force of it. He beamed and lifted her off her feet as she hugged him tighter. 
“Can we find Riddler and punch his stupid face now?” Mia asked from where her face was smooshed against Roy’s shoulder.
“Absolutely.”
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[ID: 10 pencil drawings of the 2012 tmnt characters. They are: 1: A sketch of Donnie excitedly saying, “we should braid our organs together like friendship bracelets!!”. Leo looks unsettled and says, “thats weird.” Donnie looks down sadly and says “sorry...”. 2: A sketch of Raph saying, confidently, “im a 5′4 man. its good bc my girlfriend can put me in a sock and beat me against the wall.” 3: Leo is shown saying, “what should i get at ihop.” Mikey replies, “pancake combo”, Donnie replies, “sucked dry”, and Raph replies, “killed”. Leo tiredly says “alright.” 4: Casey holding up his hand and sticking his tongue out. 5: Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey all shown from the waist up looking uncomfortable. Leo is looking to the side, Raph is looking down with an upset expression, Donnie is reading a book with headphones on, and Mikey is laughing nervously. Writing above them reads, “feels like somethings wrong with me”, in all caps. 6: The previous drawing is continued. It shows all four turtles standing next to each other looking just as uncomfortable as before. The background is a light grey, and writing above them reads, “and they know it”, in all caps. 7: Donnie squishing Timothy’s face in his hands. Donnie looks frustrated and says, “ffs pls be careful”, in all caps. Timothy is sticking his tongue out and calmly replies, “k”. 8: Timothy cocking his head to the side with a confused expression. 9: A chibi doodle of Casey looking nervous while thinking about a silly-looking Donnie. 10: A drawing of Leo looking worried. Several of her scars are visible, as well as a few cracks in her plastron. END ID]
YAHOOOOO DOODLE DUMP!!!!! some of these r a couple months old but its oki.also i am timothys biggest fan REAL!!!!
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cottageivy · 1 year
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trying to decide if i should go ahead and read the sun and the star now despite not having read the last two trials of apollo books or to just go ahead
#mia rambles#the only stuff ive seen about it is from 2 pjo blogs i follow and listen. love them great posts but also#they do tend to always skew negatively and i love them for it but i also am taking with a grain of salt#bc some of the shit that bothers them i dont really care about lol#again love their blogs thats why i follow but#anyways from what ive seen and i ahvent seen any actual spoilers#but i have seen the fact tah apparently rick disregards the plot of the toa books#which idk if im mad at bc i havent finished them lmao#also something doesnt follow a canon detail but its rick riordan that man does that so many times#also tumblr people despise solangelo and that is their right#im more neutral on them but like i like the potential of them#they just werent developed enough and thats what they use as an excuse but in like a mean way skadaj#anyways all this to say. idk if reading the last two toa books are important#i did read the Big One (burning maze ifykyk) so i wouldnt be spoiled there#i know piper gets a nameless girlfriend in the end that we dont even properly meet at the end of the series#which so true sapphic piper is so real but also thats not proper rep babe#the two lesbians that house leo (and calypso? i cant remember) are better rep#give piper her own book pls#...maybe write it with an indigenous person tho bc uh. we dont want a hoo repeat#IM RAMBLING ABOUT PERCY JACKSON ON MY SIMS BLOG IM SORRY#I JUST HAVE THOUGHTS#i placed a hold on the order on the book at my library and im 23rd in lines#so maybe ill get the last two toa books and read them in the meantime idk
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silverislander · 5 months
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so after the prof cancelling like 8 classes in old english, losing quizzes and assignments and grades, never making expectations clear, barely explaining what he was teaching, etc, we didn't complete all of the things on the syllabus and i don't think i can. calculate my grade going into the exam?
there's supposed to have been 9 quizzes with the lowest mark of that 9 dropped; at my best count there was 6 and i have no idea if we can still expect that lowest drop
there was supposed to be two tests and no exam, but i suppose the exam is the second test bc having an exam was his plan from the start and the dept wouldn't allow it so he's doing it via loophole + we did do one test already
we completed 2 translations as expected but i won't have the second one returned before the final exam is due, so no idea how i did on that since i felt ok abt the first one and only got a 50
i also don't have my essay back, which was like 20% and the only thing i've felt confident abt all semester
multiple quizzes and assignments were returned with random numbers on them with no indication of what they were out of (i was given a quiz back with "12" written on the top? 12 out of what? 12%?)
can't find half of the quizzes- i don't think i even have them. i have 1, 3 and 6. we were emailed some of the marks, so they might be in my inbox somewhere? but i don't have the physical quizzes and can't use them to review or like. learn from them
also the prof is out of province rn i think. this is the third time this semester. so i can't meet w him to check up on this
like i need a 65 average in every course to stay in honours, if this course fucked it all up for me i'll lose it i really will. i THINK i'm over that but i have no fucking clue. and not to catastrophize but if i don't get a 65 i can't do my essay next semester and everything is completely set up for me to go do that already, and ofc then i won't graduate in spring and won't get the degree i worked my ass off and paid a fucking exorbitant amt of money for that i am almost finished. i hate this fucking school man
#its a miracle im even passing. i shouldnt be i dont know shit#but it genuinely is not my fault this prof is the worst#hes ancient so he barely makes it to class (he hasnt been on time once all semester) and hes sick all the time#he can barely hear us talk and keeps losing and forgetting crucial shit for class#almost every time he cancelled class it was last minute and i mean within an hour of class starting. i was already in the building#he doesnt really teach so much as say shit and then act confused when we dont understand immediately#he Stated that he knew we wouldnt understand basic grammar bc we werent taught it. which is true and was said kindly#and then acted surprised when we didnt fucking know what a preposition is or the difference between that and a conjunction#hes also just. super boring. but thats just me i can see how he would be fascinating to someone else#and thats the worst part hes not even a terrible guy hes just a bad prof. hes nice hes just absolutely clueless#he literally gave us each a different translation of beowulf from his own collection for a project and let us keep them#shame i cant fucking read it! bc its in old english! and i still cant read old english!#its way beyond time for him to retire but he just. wont fuckin leave apparently#levi.txt#i couldve taken middle ages and the movies. middle ages and the movies gets to write a screenplay as a final assignment#middle ages and the movies gets to go watch the green knight and is taught by a prof i think is really cool#but noooo intro to old english is the only medieval studies req that fit into my schedule bc i live in a fucking hell dimension
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soldier-poet-king · 2 years
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The repressed teenage, manic post depressive episode urge to radically reinvent myself for absolutely no reason
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lingeringscars · 1 year
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My entire brain is probably going to be consumed by yellowjackets this month but I also am drowning just a lil
I have multiple papers I have to write & research to do & stats assignments etc this month. The semester ends 4/27 and then I have a month off before summer classes but have to work on a paper then too. Suffice to say I want to be here but final stretch of the semester so you know. Weeps.
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bloggirl8842 · 10 months
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If I can persuade my friend’s mom to let me shadow her at the medical examiner’s office then I can watch autopsies and learn how organs are constructed and then I can, with my degree maybe, swing an internship at a practical effects place (this is the hard part) or maybe just go to movie makeup school, that’s easier, so I can learn how to make fake heads and bodies and skin and then I can make a model of myself complete with fake blood and organs and keep it on my guitar chair and I can just hit it and beat and stab it just to watch it break and bleed whenever I’m stressed. Please do not decide that I’m insane from this post I am not going to do any of that and I have my first therapy appointment in three hours
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caruliaa · 1 year
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deciding if i want my text post about my father for today becuase too many would be whiny to be about how i get very terrifed anytime he raises his voice and thats prob not normal (which i already knew but yk) or a snarky "how come my dads on discord i though that site just pushed and agenda and tricked people into thinking theyre gay? that why i wasnt allowed it right?"
#see i was writing this post from the perspective that the first one was very concering and the second one is funny.#but yk i j realized to people that arent me theyre both concerning. ok.#my immediate response to seeing my dad on discord btw was to leave the official acnh server j bc thats like the most official server im in#and i got Scared. which is dub bc my dad doesnt play acnh why wld he use that server. but i Got Scared.#also ill tell u like the story of this first one which is that like. basically my sibling connected their phone to the internet at school#to reasearch smth and when they did they got a message from our mother abt watching a movie which was prob from sunday bc#apparently my mum was watching die hard then nd they joined for a bit idk but the fact that they got it now meant they kept being like#'thats weird do you guys think my phone is haunted i tihnk it might be' not entirely seriously#i also very like casually kept being like @na its probalby just a glitch those happen'#nd at some point i was very lightly like 'yk i dont think getting into the who thing of if ghosts exist is worth it when u cld just ask abt#the text message later' and rthe thing is fucking !!! my dad was literally agreeing with me !! but like he also seem somewhat actually like#upset and mad over my sibling saying their phone was haunted or at lest he was raising his voice and like seem mad to me#(i think he thought they were bieng fully serious abt the phone being haunted. nd that tht Not True bc it doesnt align w our religous#beliefs. but also idk if he brought up religon at all)#but the thing is my sibling was literally fine but like. auugh i got scared and freaked out#at some point i just put on my headphones nd tried to ignore it until he had moved on yay.#this happended in the car btw u guys need that context bc cars are eveil places for this reason parents are always Saying Shit there . augh#its so dumb like. this is why even when my parents r being fine i cant like. be around them. because they have caused me actual fr trauma#like intense trauma that impacts me every day bc i see them every fucking day. and i cant get away from it. so fun.#anyway. sorry this became a vent. SAD !#flappy rambles#vent
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galacticneighbor · 1 year
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Also it's soo funny to me when ppl rally against plastic surgery and then at the very end of their lil rant go "obviously I'm not talking about MEDICALLY NECESSARY surgery" like a) ur the one lumping together a wide and varied type of surgery here and b) super fun to be an afterthought in this conversation :)
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zwei-rhunen · 1 year
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Not me accidentally nearly spoiling myself while looking up an npc 🥲🥲😭
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thecherrygod · 1 year
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I basically just had a dream of being back in highschool and i was crying by the end. This is new to me. I haven't been in hs in 6 years
#my posts#my dreams#bc i will explain it but. I'm so tired#something in the dream happened like no respect for privacy and stuff in the kind of fucked up bathrooms your brain makes up while asleep#... at least my brain loves making up fucked up bathrooms in my sleep that's okay anyways#there was a lack of respect for privacy and it made me angry and I'm the dream i sorry if reacted how i wanted to in actual hs i guess#like very violent to the point that at first they were laughing but then were very scared#like i was screaming and pushing and grabbing and stuff and people realized it wasn't so funny anymore#also i realized that it didn't matter what kind of relationships i had there up to that point they were all ruined bc of that#i apparently got changed in class to another and they made me sit in the back with no one besides me and i was very some which is#ignoring the violence that was my hs experience sjrarjtkfyñ#by the end the people that used to be on my life i think were trying to get back in but i was sorta always walking looking at the floor#sliding everyone's face bc whenever i passed i heard whispers that i was sure were about me (normal hs experience)#avoiding not sliding dgmzmy anyways yeah#at some point someone finally breaks through me and shows me something that idk how to describe. like meat and a bonsai? idk#sorta like they make me so anger look at it and they were warn and kind and i fully broke down crying and hugged them fnwmhmwk#it wasnt a random person but this dream is sorta personal even tho im writing it here but this is my blog i tend to post this stuff#but i mean i don't want to write his name i don't want it to appear in the main tags on accident#just know that i dreamt with him once before. also hugged him and cried KDNGRMHM#i wasnt going to make that comment thats why i used they pronouns before but nah its a he#also someone else like related to him was there and i think in a way he was trying to help but it was more him finding a business#opportunity and selling his own stuff at maybe an inappropriate time which i think he just does that sometimes gkwgkkf#anyways yeah i am very tired and i should go back to sleep#also i woke up with tears sorta formed in my eyes fkdkgkdg so i sort of still want to cry like in the dream i guess#its not even that early its 9but i don't have anything to do today so back to sleep
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piplupod · 2 months
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anyways now that i've thoroughly put on my clown hat and shoes i'm going to go honk off into the night to never be seen again (<- will log on tomorrow morning bright and early most likely)
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