#definitelynot

[biancarogers]

Why the Mac Studio 2 will be GREAT! (Release Date Leak) 👫 ❓ 🍎 https://applevideos.co.uk/mac-studio/why-the-mac-studio-2-will-be-great-release-date-leak

#definitelynot #isit

[mikkokomori]

I keep reading your name as mikkikomori as if it's another version of hikikomori 😭

sorry if i spelled anything wrong I'm kinda a bit weird with spelling

To be fair, it is a small rendition of that word yes (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) I am one myself after all....... it's been 4 years for me as well....but as of late, I'm being dragged outside again ehe....

And don't worry about spelling aha, I've had some people call me Mikkoko, so it's not like I really mind if you spell my name differently....!

#definitelynot-an-omorifan asks #sunny talks

[osteichthyens]

Are you okay?

good question, good question

i had.. a moment of insanity but now i'm doing better gjshfjs thank you for asking 😭❤️

#ask #definitelynot-darcy

[wigglepiggle]

why can't I have the goop only squids get to have fun with goop and not ME unfair

#posts that are nothing but i post them anyway #the squids are definitelynot having fun with the goop but im different

[lostdrarryfics]

Hiya! I’ve been going crazy looking for this fic! I read it ages ago and all I can remember is Harry is a healer who visits a fully transformed Veela every shift and calls him ‘bird’ until one day all of the Veela characteristics are gone and it turns out to Draco? Sorry I can’t remember much!!

We believe you are looking for A Life More (or less) Ordinary (22k, M) by Tari_Sue!

Don’t forget to bookmark, leave kudos and comments!

#request 1165 #found fic #Tari_Sue #definitelynot-terrible

[kanadabiscuits]

We have reached that liminal space between seasons when I find myself wearing flip flops and a thick fleece and I am perfectly comfortable.

#i am not ready to wear shoes #and i am definitelynot ready to be cold #you can take your sweater weather and shove it #says the short-waisted buxom woman who is allergic to wool #i look like a lump in swaters and the prettyiest colours make me sneeze

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok-T’Pel moments from (free previews of) Orion’s Hounds & The Red King

Bonus: A passage I screamed about bc it got me in my heart

HE IS A SURVIVOR!! WITH A REAL MESS OF A BRAIN...!!!

#Tuvok really is a guy who keeps having panic attacks/breakdowns huh hehh ehe....my GOD this poor man...if only creatures would stop messing #with his mind...the mental health section of his wiki can only get so long! #Tuvok/T'Pel #I kept dreaming of them last night for some reason #When you don't talk to your wife about how bad It All is bc you're (definitelynot)scared that she'll see how broken and weak you are #<- I am ASSUMING of COURSE...bc I'm only reading the free snippets <3 #I'm taking bits and pieces of information and going 'thanks boss I've got it from here ;)' #Survivor Tuvok....SO important to me #<- in reference to under the cut #Tuvok ... T'Pel LOVESYOU!!!! She'll be by your side no matter what!!!! #Tuvok is the best character ever. Full stop. I cannot be swayed. #ref #novel experiences

[player-membrane]

What do you think about @definitelynot-honey ?

Nice person to adopt a random Smeet. Respectable, I guess.

#txt #answer #anon #definitelynot honey

[clockworkfall]

Tell us a story

ok i know it's been what you could call a Hot Minute since you sent this but i woke up in a fugue and wrote this and i hurt myself in the process (emotionally)

also thank you for asking for stories genuinely it makes me very happy

also also! i will be posting this on my writing account, @wordfires

It had been mere hours since I had seen him. He had been where he always was⁠— up in his study, door unlocked should I need him. There was no way for me to know the fate that had befallen him, nor what it would leave me.

I was downstairs, by the fire in the library. He was working as he always was at that infernal Project. O, I cannot call it infernal. It was as much his love as he was mine. Perhaps it was love that was so insidious. Perhaps my judgment is clouded.

The Project itself I have never fully understood. I have loved him and I think it has simply been beyond my ken. The man himself I should like to think I have known and felt and understood, in at least as many ways as he has me.

We met at the university library. He was as yet a student, I recently graduated. The library was open to the community, and in the little time that I had, I had taken to checking out books on things I lacked all knowledge of. Something to keep the mind at work outside of the grind of employ. I read somewhere it was good to work the brain at infrequent tasks to keep the wit quick. In my memory he is clear, though I cannot for the life of me remember where on earth we were within the winding stacks.

I find all possible links I could draw to his Project blank in my memory now.

But his smile, the way it was always lopsided, so as to hide the chipped tooth he was so embarrassed by. That is clear as the glasses he refused to wear. I remember, he always tucked them in his pocket and I always worried they would be crushed. He always reassured me that they were perfectly safe. I cannot help but believe him now.

Our love was slow. I think he was shy, he says I was rather bold. I like to think I just couldn’t help myself, even if it meant bending a few expectations. We married six years later, on the last day of autumn. He came across the revelation that sparked the Project the next night. I remember how he held me, so tight I thought I would never find a safer place than his arms.

You read so many stories of husbands lost to their work. Mine was never lost to me. He was mine even in his worst moments, in the moments of feverish philosophy. I remember, in our third year of marriage, he did come down with fever. I worried so much then; the way he tossed and turned in restless sleep, the incessant rambling of indecipherable thought. I had tried to write it down for him, but when he finally pulled through he had less of an idea of the notes’ meaning than I.

He had his position at the university, as I had my own work, finances were never the worry. Between our schedules, and his time in his study and mine in the library, there was always time for us. Once, I had taken ill with the season, and to my knowledge for the fortnight I was laid up with fever he did not once leave my side, except for to fetch us food and new books. Even when he had to leave for work, he left notes on a small pile of reading for me should I have felt well enough. He was so utterly dedicated to that which he loved.

It has only been recently that I feel a change occurred.

It was not long after our fifteenth anniversary that it happened. Nothing in his behaviors changed, nor did his manner towards me, I think it was his perspective on the Project. Some unfathomable shift in his mind. It is all so unclear.

I do not think I am much longer for this world, forgive me, but I must move along. That which is unknown to me is not particularly pressing.

The firelight had swept out. That is the best way I can understand it. It was as if some great shadow had come across the fireplace. And then it flickered back to life. I don’t know what it was, but some Thing in my gut told me it was him and his Project and at long last he had crossed a threshold not meant for him.

I moved faster than I had in some time, the candlelight in the halls of our house flickering in and out without so much as a breath and found myself at the door of the study. Unlocked. Shadows dancing from beneath the crack of the door. Labored breathing, so familiar to my old heart. I pressed on, the wood of the door so cold to the touch I thought it almost ice.

And there he was. He was mine, as he had always been, but something was so changed I fear I cannot put it into words. I could scarcely comprehend it when it was before me.

It was as if he was not truly there. I remember he turned towards me, and he wore that smile of his. But the grimace behind it showed the tooth that should have been chipped, and it was just as perfectly shaped as I imagine it once was. He told me he was sorry. He told me it was not death but we must part and I think I started to cry and that is when he stood from his chair and put his arms around me.

I have never felt so alone. His arms were nothing, a wisp, cold against me. I did not even try to hold him, that anchor deep within me telling me whatever nothing was left of him would break me more than anything.

He thanked me. And he apologized as he had so many times before in that voice he used only for me, that his work would take him far. He said he loved me and I felt ice in my throat when he kissed my cheek. He pulled away and I have never felt such anger as that at my relief at the warmth in his absence. He took me by the shoulders, and he said to me: “I have loved you more than I think any one person has ever loved. If I forget you I think my heart will always remember, and if my mind and your memory remain, then I shall spend every moment wishing I was different and that I might have made you happy.”

The shadows in the curls of his hair stretched, the darkness under his collar becoming a secondary maw, the pool of darkness below his feet a gaping pit. I reached for him and I can only hope that the outstretched shadow of an arm was the last vestige of his rather than my own.

His glasses were perched tidily atop a neatly stacked pile of notebooks and paper on his desk.

I have not left this study since, save to scavenge for the last of the food in our cupboards. I do not know how much time has passed. I have been reading his notes and the books he kept here. If I am correct, I will join him, wherever he has gone. If I am wrong, then I will no longer suffer his absence. I leave this to whoever may find these notes if they come looking for us. If they haven’t already; if my senses have not failed me I believe there was a knock at our door not some hours past. It does not matter. I will find him, or I will cease.

#ask #definitelynot-darcy #genuinely though i did get out of bed to write this #and i am sure there are a number of typos which i am electing to attribute to #desperately trying not to wake my roommate up with the light of my screen #and not being able to see the keyboard or what i was typing particularly well

[bnesszai]

i want to throw skk into situations only nightmares could dream of

#I'm definitely studying okay #I'm definitelynot losing my mind

[silvercaptain24]

DOWN WITH YE NARWHALS

#hah #yeah #sure #why not #it's a good memory #idk guys i'm #in a mood #which is also overlapping with my #in avery good mood mood #but is definitelynot that

[mikkokomori]

you're like...,,.,.

really cool,,

Not as cool as you.........!!

#definitelynot-an-omorifan asks #sunny talks

[alazystranger]

nothing here, just a couple of favorite screenshots from the zolu ep. which definitely did not reduce me to tears. definitelynot.

#zolu #luffy #zoro #luzo #opla #one piece live action #i cannot believe we got this much zolu content #like wow

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

It was Shuri's idea...

//tagging you losers cuz I want opinions//

@definitelynot-peterp4rker

@capn-america

@samwilson-official

@whatarethoseshuri

@king-ofwakanda, Your sister is unhinged.

#james bucky barnes #bucky barnes rp #marvel #Not my art #Help?? #Marvel art

[moongirlwidow]

@definitelynot-peterp4rker

*a simple note on your desk at the tower* *sealed with silver wax pressed with a widow’s hourglass encircled by thorns*

Dear Peter,

I know this might be a weird way to tell you, but when I have trouble talking about emotions I find it easiest to write into letters.

If you haven’t noticed, you kind of started a crisis. Don’t blame yourself, it was bound to happen at some point. I’ve been panicking, since this whole mess started. But you’re worth it, in my opinion. I thought I was lesbian, I’ve been clinging to that scrap of identity since I was six. But… I think I’m not, now. I don’t know what I am, I don’t think I’m ready to find a new label, other than sapphic. Sapphic just means any femme/woman-type person who has feelings for someone else like that. You know, we have evidence that Sappho herself was bisexual, so I guess I have that precedent. It’s kind of reassuring, actually. I don’t know how to handle this, I don’t know how to feel like I don’t know something about myself.

But, I did realize what I was really trying to determine, the reason I’m sitting here, writing this damned letter. Actually, I’m writing it because I’m a fucking idiot who has trouble with emotions. I hope you know MJ is laughing at me because it’s how I asked her out, too. Just in a much less intentional fashion. Anyways, I like you. Romantically. And I’m scared, but I want to give it a go. You’re a good man, Peter, and truly believe that. I want to try this, for both of us.

I should probably disclose, that in two other versions, variants of you have become brothers to me. We aren’t biologically related, I genuinely have not even connected you to them mentally. But I should probably disclose that. The multiverse is fucking weird. Feel free to avoid me forever now:)

My affections,

V. Volkov

P.s. if you don’t want to avoid me forever, which I feel is doubtful, I’m in the lab. Bruce isn’t here, but even if he was he wouldn’t care

#the winter widow #vera volkov #marvel rp #mcu #marvel #mcu rp #marvel mcu #marvel ask blog #marvel cinimatic universe

[karmas-a-bitch-and-so-am-i]

@definitelynot-peterp4rker want to hang out? There's no one home and I don't want to bother Vera