#oh it makes me SIIICK

[foolsocracy]

just fell to my knees

#peter: i need someone. i cant be alone for this #the world: well.. [kills said person he needs] #oh it makes me SIIICK #on an unrelated note i never realized he wore a harness #lemme jot that down real quick #spider noir #spiderman noir #spider man noir #peter benjamin parker #marvel #if i wasnt supposed to be studying for finals rn id make a very long and extensive written analysis #might still do that in fact.......... #but not rn #oooh he makes such a point to be shown as a lone wolf but he wants someone so so bad #“I CANT DO THIS BY MYSELF”

[monards]

Currently obsessed with thinking about Rhine and Alice meeting as teens... Alice watching her friend growing older and older than her until the cataclysm. Then she caught up to her... And then started surpassing her.

As much as it hurts her, she's long accepted that losing friends quickly is part of being around humans, but she never expected to have to be the first to die, and she knows rhinedottir won't take it as well as she would've.

(there are two wolves inside of me one wants to spoil rhinedottir and see her happy and the other one wants to see her break)

anon. oh my god. ANON WHO HURT. WHOM/. WHAHT AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i had to take a like. 15 minutes break after getting this, it hurt me so bad. but. we're back now.!!!!!!

I think the ambiguity around both rhine and alice's pasts is what makes them so fun.,,,, but oughhh boy does this take the cake. oh my god. head in hands as i scream.

I'm always sosooo weak to the growing old trope,, and this is just repeatedly stabbing and twisting blades into my heart. i think one of the most horrific things about the curse to me is ALWAYS gonna be the fact they're just stuck in time. they're always gonna be the same,, they can change their style, or whatever,, but they're always gonna be the them they were at the cataclysm... and the way that contrasts SO much which Alice and her almost ever changing enviornment,,, oh fuucjkkkk. Rhinedottir is her constant. Somebody shoot me in the head. I can't even BEGIN to imagine how horrific it'd for Alice to be the only one changing. for once. If they had meet as teens,, i wouldn't doubt Alice would've already been preparing to lose rhine (assuming that, if elves have 'elongated lives' that means they age weird or whatever that entails, and she would've already been through a few things by then to warrant her being a little more. well thought out) and then out of nowhere, after all this mental prep. everythings flipped upside down. and bam. she's not gonna lose rhine; rhine's gonna lose HER. Considering how sympathetic Alice clearly already is,,, that would've messed her up SO bad. oughhh boy i can't even imagine how unhealthily attached in some ways rhine could've grown during the cataclysm itself,, since when literally everything you have and loved is ripped away from you when you're hardly even a fully grown adult by then, i wouldn't blame if she sort of grew into thinking of Alice as the one thing she still had; so i can't even imagine how SHE'D react finally letting it sink in that Alice wasn't gonna be there eventually. ^ And if this actually WERE the case in canon sense (which. for my mental health im desperately gonna pretend it isn't.) ,, it'd make soo much more sense why Albedo goes to Alice with a letter, instead of Rhine communicating herself. Her trying to distance herself from Alice... because she's scared to lose alice while loving her and having her be sooo engrained in Rhinedottir's routine.. so she's trying to distance and separate herself... oughhh boy.

I'm. The entire second paragraph too,,, just about Alice herself being used to it, but not Rhine,,,, it's gonna KILL me. This is reallllyyyy feeding into my rhinedottir-humanization rants,, but dear god does it have to be horrific to experience every thing that humans were never designed to; and only adding to that list of scarring traumatic events its like, hey!!! you know the person you love???? who you sorta prepared to be with for the rest of your life?? well BOY do i have some news for you!!! -- and that makes me. So sad. so indescribably sad. Because realistically,, the average person can only go through SO much. And considering the fact I doubt rhine has really anybody who cares for her in that regard- especially after celestia effectively antagonized her to hell in back, and stuck a big red "sinner" sticky note on her head- i doubt she ever WILL again.,,, so uoghhhh her losing Alice... my heart... she'd be so fucked up after that. Like if anyone thought she went bonkers after elynas and durin got destroyed,, boy do they have something to learn. Especially with how embedded Alice is in her life already as much as she may not FULLY realize it,, they literally have a FAMILY. imagine how horrific it'd be for her to watch klee grow up, and then die too.??? the last part of alice in this world. gone. Oh my god. JEsus CHRIST. I can't emotionally recover from this idea head in hands.

anon you've officially ruined my mind. I will be thinking about this for next week. month. year. the rest of my life, actually. I will lay on my death bed and SOB over this. Thank you

#i broke down into genuine tears when i read this. and had to take a break before responding. #i dont think i will ever. emotionally recover #(give into the wolf that wants to see her break. do it. i dare you) #fuck this needs a special tag #crepe hall of fame #new and improved; #crepe hall of angst #i dont know who you are. or what you want. but i hope you know you've warranted my tears. and permenantly altered my brain #THIS IS MAKING ME SOO SIIICK OH MY GOD #hey guys. just saying i also accept explicitly angst stuff in my inbox too #i like crying #and having my day permanently altered #Rhinealice #rhine & alice #rhine hcs #rhinedottir #alice

[snifferz]

myyy history teacher pulled me aside today and made a few unnecessary comments abt the fact that i need headphones in lesson (i am... REALLY. noise sensitive.)

i need a lot of accomodations for my autism and stuff. mooooost of which my college keeps either taking away from me or just flat out being rude to me abt it.

how the fuck do i react to more college ableism???? this hasnt been this explicitly bad since i started asking for accomodations in school.

#same teacher wants to use me as a buffer student for the guy whos been picking on me for having issues speaking #the guy haaas basically been the cause of my room being taken away from me + me having overloads in class #dudeee i am so SIIICK of history i cba anymore #she literally made a comment abt me not needing them in highschool as if 'oh u were fine before!!!!' #LIKE YEAH. BC MY HIGHSCHOOL WAS KNOWN FOR ITS HORSESHIT COUNSELLORS AND EXTREME ABLEISM #i rlly wanna bring this up to pastoral bc... dude. are you pulling on my dick. #what does she want me to do she screams down my ear directly next to me when any loud noises makes me go into panic #its either i keep the headphones or i shut down and leave ur class #vent #ableism tw #ITS THE WAY THAT NO OTHER TEACHER DOES THIS BRO.

[mosneakers]

Brick's Spooky Day party is in full swing. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and merriment and dancing under the full moon light. Occasional howls emanating from the thick woods of Moonwood Mill, and the deep pulsating beat of the eerie spooky-themed music, send waves of anxiety-induced nausea through Skye Darling's tummy. She considers leaving early.

Selene dances entrancingly around the grassy field as if no one's watching, yet every movement is calculated to capture Lou's feral attention. Their eyes occasionally meet, and with each glance a magnetic pull intensifies. Lou, torn between the painful rumors of her involvement with Brick Darling, and the irresistible force pulling him closer, as if the moon itself is guiding him, decides to push aside his uncertainties and finally say something to her.

Lou: Love the costume...

Selene: [Chuckles] Thanks. You make a pretty convincing pizza boy, yourself! I thought mine was a little on the nose, actually. Lou: Nah, it's perfect—it's very fitting, hah. Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for inviting us, by the way. Selene: Hey, thank Brick. It was all his idea. I just helped him set it all up. He's really trying to build bridges between the communities.

Lou: [Nods gently] Right, I'll be sure to do that. Well whoever's idea it was, I'm glad I made it out, this is a nice party. Looks good. Selene: [Smiles] It's good to see you, Lou— Lou: —Good to see you too. Real good. You look happy. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, Lenie.

Selene: What? You mean Brick? [Laughs] No, I'm not -with- Brick. We just help each other out from time to time. But we're just friends. In fact, Brick's on a mission to find his fated mate, and I'm supposed to be his wing-wolf tonight, haha.

Lou's eyes widen impulsively. A stifled, shaky exhale of relief slips passed his lips and and a broad grin appears as he tries to play it cool.

Lou: Oh! Cool, cool. Very cool. And how's that going?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the empty grassy lot, Wolfegang approaches Brick with a curious grin. Wolfegang: Hey big guy. [Hearty pat on shoulder] Nice party. Brick: Ayy, thanks man! Glad you could make it. Your costume is siiick. You make a way better pizza guy than Lou's version. Wolfegang: [Blinks slowly] Thanks, brother. Hey, quick question. That young lady hanging out with your cousin... I don't believe I've had the honor of meeting her... Happen to know her name? Brick: Oh her? That's Janie. [Cocks eyebrow] Pretty, huh?

Wolfegang: Pretty? Brick, please, my brother in Wolfhood... [clears throat] From the moment I caught but a glimpse of her eyes in pale moonlight, as she twirled with a carefree and insouciant charm, I found myself ensnared in an irresistible magnetic pull, a force from which I am yet to break free. Her scent alone has my head spinning. I simply cannot be any more clear, I have never encountered a woman like her in all of my years. Brick, my lupine comrade, forgive my directness, but I must inquire: Is she a romantic interest of yours? Your fated mate, perhaps?

Brick: ... I don't know yet, dude. I haven't tested things out with her to get that "special feeling" everyone keeps talking about. Wolfegang: I would hate to step on your toes, friend, but I would be forever grateful to you, if you could introduce me to this enigmatic soul. Brick: [Laughter] Bro what? Why you so worried about stepping on my toes? I wore my work boots. But yeah dude, I can introduce you. You always this weird when you make a new friend?

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #Red Wolf Fury #RWFseason2 #Moonwood Mill #Brick Darling #Lou Howl #Selene Lópes #Caterpillar Darling #Skye Darling #Janie Books #Wolfegang Wilde

[voidsentprinces]

Azem: Do you know what is causing that alarum?

Hythlodaeus: NOPE! But would you ever put your brain in a robot body?

Azem: Uhh…why? I like my body…I LOVE my body.

Hythlodaeus: Well you'd never get old ooorrr siiick.

Azem: We're literally immortal. Mitron: Why is the alarum going off?

Hythlodaeus: Not a clue. But you know, Azem, your robot body would be the perfect man--handsome, strong…

Azem: Well I mean, if I can choose can't I be a beautiful woman? Straight up gonna Audrey Hepburn it up, if possible.

Hythlodaeus: Uhh…I don't know who that is. So uhh…yes, sure, don't see why not?

Azem: Then you BETTER BELIEVE I'd put my brain in a robot body!

Mitron: Robot body? NO WAY! That goes against the natural order.

Azem: So did molboros but that didn't stop Loghrif from submitting it to Hythlodaeus.

Hythlodaeus: Or from me approving it! Besides, you'd have the strength of FIVE MEN!

Mitron: I have that now!

Azem: NOT FIVE MEN! GORILLAS! The strength of five GORILLAS! But, since you're that strong. You gotta be careful. Can't make omelettes anymore…you'd obliterate the egg.

Mitron: I DO like my omelettes…but would I still have my RUGGED looks?

Hythlodaeus: You'd look exactly the same.

Azem: Not me! Gonna straight up, Breakfast in Tiffany's up in this bitch. Minus the…uhh…Mickey Rooney part.

Hythlodaeus: Again, no one knows what is. Look, gonna just lay some ground rules. You look the same…but you're five feet tall.

Mitron: That's…kind of short. Why five feet?

Hythlodaeus: Cause thats…the only size they come in?

Azem: A Audry Hep-bot would figure out how to turn off that alarum with her ROCKET FISTS!

Hythlodaeus: You don't have rocket fists!

Mitron: What about X-Ray vision?

Hythlodaeus: Well…OBVIOUSLY!

Azem: Wait so, HE gets HIS X-ray vision? But I don't get rocket fists!?

Hythlodaeus: Everyone gets robot vision!

Azem: AND BIG CHAINSAW HANDS!

Hythlodaeus: Starting to see, why Lahabrea didn't allow you to stay in Pandaemonium.

Loghrif: X-ray vision!? Don't want people looking at my chest all day.

Hythlodaeus: Then YOU can have a cloaking device for that.

Azem: BUT! You gotta choose, X-ray vision or the…cloak thingie.

Lahabrea: Nails are like candy to robots…and we'll eat TIRES instead of licorice.

Nabriales: Alright, the alarum drew me but now I want in on this. SO! SO! SAY I put my brain in a robot body. And there's a war--robots vs amaurot. What…uhh…side would I be on?

Loghrif: I mean, Amaurot right? We got a normal Amaurot brain, right?

Lahabrea: BUT! The Amaurotines will hate you! Can't even get your own cubus!

Mitron: Better not have to live in Elpis.

Azem: Yeeeaah but…nobody knows we're robots right? WE LOOK THE SAME! Except me as Audrey Hep-bot.

Loghrif: The canis know! That's how Amaurot hunts you in the war!

Nabriales: I'm going to be hunted for sport!?

Emet-Selch: You're ALREADY hunted for sport!

Nabriales: I AM!?!

Emet-Selch: No further questions, going back to sleep.

Azem: It's why we have to CRUSH! AMAUROT!

Mitron: Might as well get on board for the big win now, Nabriales.

Elidibus: I'd only put my brain in a robot body if I can put it in a robot cat.

Hythlodaeus: Oh…kay? Audrey Hep-bot and a robot cat…with the strength of five gorillas. Making progress here, guys!

Loghrif: I mean, why settle for a cat when you can be a tiger?

Mitron: Absolutely not. If I haven't to be fucking five feet tall, Elidibus cannot be a tiger!

Azem: You're not the boss of TIGER ELIDIBUS!

Elidibus: I AM SALVATION AND HEAD PATS GIVEN FORM!

Emet-Selch: Hold up wh--

Mitron: Better put him in robot Elpis then! Hear that, Elidibus? ROBOT ELPIS!

Elidibus: Then I shall remain Emissary of the Convocation.

Nabriales: Don't expect any mercy during the Great Robot Wars.

Fandaniel: Tired of hearing you call them robots, gonna call them something else…like…Allergic. We'll form the Allergic Empire.

Mitron: Hear that? We got an Empire!

Elidibus: SO LONG AS I DRAW BREATH IS SHALL NEVER YIELD TO YOUR ALLERGIC EMPIRE! WE DO NOT NEGIOTIATE WITH ROBOTIC FIENDS OR THEIR EMPIRE!

Hythlodaeus: Elidibus does have a point, the Convocation is too stubborn to honor pacts when they've lost.

Mitron: Hmm…time to get serious.

Azem: YEAH! LETS BURN AMAUROT DOWN!

Loghrif: Hey…YEAH! We have an ace up our sleeve! Azem has burnt down Amaurot twelve times already.

Azem: Aiming for Fourteen personally, gonna drop a celestial body on them that last time…put a dragon in it…gonna be fucking awesome. People gonna be making AMVs out of it for YEARS.

Fandaniel: Wouldn't that break Prime Directive 2?

Mitron: I mean…they can't stop us can they?

Loghrif: Lets ask, Igeyohrm.

Igeyohrm: Robots? Harming Amaurot? Comes with a penalty of 1,000 years frozen in carbonite.

Nabriales: A thousand years, frozen in carbonite? So cold!

Azem: Imma escape and ask one of you if your nose itches. Its gonna be great.

Mitron: Damn Prime Directives. But, harming another living being IS a sin in the eyes of the robot church.

Azem: WE DON'T NEED TO ROME TELLING US WHAT TO DO!

Loghrif: Whats Rome?

Fandaniel: If we're robots we'd have mechanics though…couldn't they shut us down?

Loghrif: No, our robot bodies would go haywire and kill them, right?

Mitron: WITH THE STRENGTH OF FIVE GORILLAS!

Loghrif: What if we get a cancerous growth on our brain?

Emet-Selch: I just call that "Azem".

Nabriales: Good thing, the robot body is also a BRAIN SURGEON!

Emet-Selch: Could of fooled me.

Mitron: I agree with Emet-Selch, if it can't break the five foot barrier, its definitely not going to be a brain surgeon.

Hythlodaeus: Yes it can. If Elidibus can be the Tiger Bot and Azem is gonna be an…Audrey Hep-bot. Nabriales gets to be a brain surgeon.

Azem: …but no robot rocket fists?

Hythlodaeus: NO! How are you even going to woo, George Peppard with rocket fists!?

Azem: Some men like it rough.

[camphorror]

oh my god man watching the scene my friend showed me again (the one with the victim in this family's torture basement who was all fucked up with the metals...) is making me feel siiick and ill again i can't believe my friend showed me this scene randomly. insaneee 😭

#txt

[inanotherlifeicouldbewithyou]

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: Cormac Hayes x Reader

Summary: You find out about Hayes' wife

Background: You’re an attending at Grey-Sloan memorial, you and Hayes have an established friendship

*unedited*

It’s been a long day

and as much as you love your job; you can’t wait to go home

who doesn’t want a nice shower, warm bed, good food - where are my car keys?

“These yours?” A familiar accent fills the room

you turn around to see Cormac out of his scrubs and in jeans and his jacket with the classic toque holding your keys

“oh, yeah thanks. you on your way out too?”

“yeah ehm, I was actually hoping that I could catch a ride with you?”

“of course, where are you headed?”

he looks down and chuckles a little, “I was hoping we could go back to your place”

you know he means that he just wants to talk

but you wish he meant it as more than that

he’s just your friend, he’s just your friend, he’s just your friend

At your house

you and Hayes have been chatting all night when he looks at his watch and pulls out his phone

“what? am I keeping you from a hot date?”

without missing a beat, “no I’ve just got to check on my kids” he continues to text when he finally meets your eye

“I didn’t know you have kids”

“2 teenage boys, Austin and Liam. Right rascals they are, just making sure they haven’t burned down the house”

you chuckle a little, “I can drive you home if you need to get back to them”

“it’s alright, their aunt is looking after them”

a silence lingers between us

“did you want to sleep over then? being honest, I’m way too tired to drive”

he nods

the next morning

you wake up feeling surprisingly well rested

you take a deep breath and run your hands through your hair

“you look well-rested”

you jolt up and turn to see Cormac

“oh my god, Hayes! you don’t sneak up on a person like that!”

he laughs as he sits on the bed, “not expecting me? we didn’t even drink last night, how could you forget I was here?”

“it’s just- it’s jarring to wake up and have someone else there. I usually wake up alone”

“me too”

you’re looking right at him now, didn’t he say that he had kids? maybe he’s divorced or something

“really? cmon...”

“you think I’m a player or something?”

“cmon, look at you” I shuffle around and stretch “you’re a smooth talker even without the accent and your eyes cut deeper than any scalpel I’ve held”

he breaks eye contact and pauses

“Austin and Liam are okay, I think they’re starting to settle in here. after their mother died, they’d sleep in my room sometimes. but I usually wake up alone too”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know....” I look away, maybe all the flirting was just in my head “I’m not sure how you feel about... everything, but you don’t need to worry about us. we make good friends”

with barely more than just a whisper, he says “what if I wanted something more than that?”

---

I've never posted any of my writing before and I wrote this on very little sleep so please be kind. There's only like, 3 other imagines out there so I thought, why not put mine out there since we probably won't get anymore Hayes content.

I haaate how we never got to see MerHayes, it was such a bad move imo I would've much rather prefer we got more Hayes than Hunt, I'm honestly siiick of him and Richard Flood did such a good job even with his shitty plot lines.

Also, if I ever read over this again, there's a good chance I'll edit it.

#cormac hayes #cormac hayes x reader #cormac hayes x you #cormac hayes imagine #greys anatomy #greys #I miss Richard Flood already

[longitudinalwaveme]

Arkham Files: Zoom

Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: Hunter Zolomon, also known as Zoom. The patient displays symptoms of depression and a number of behaviors that indicate some form of psychosis, but I have not yet had the time to give him a full psychological evaluation. Session One. So, Mr. Zolomon, how are you today? 

Zoom: It’s straaaange. 

Hugo Strange: What is strange, Mr. Zolomon? 

Zoom: Being on thisss side of a psychological evaluaaaation. 

Hugo Strange: Oh, of course. You were once a criminal profiler, weren’t you, Mr. Zolomon? 

Zoom: Yessss. I waaas. But that was befoooore. 

Hugo Strange: Before you were caught in the explosion that gave you your powers and unhinged your mind? 

Zoom: No. Before I reeeealized my true caaaalling. 

Hugo Strange: Which is? 

Zoom: Maaaking Wally better. 

Hugo Strange: Can you clarify that, Mr. Zolomon? Making him better how? 

Zoom: By making him a better heeero. I will make him pushhh himself haaarder, so that he will do anything to heeelp people. People like meeee. 

Hugo Strange: You’ve been through a great deal of tragedy, haven’t you, Mr. Zolomon? According to your files, your father was a serial killer who murdered your mother when she called the police on him, and he was in turn killed by the police when he refused to surrender. You became a criminal profiler in the hopes of understanding why your father had done what he did. You married the daughter of the professor who taught you the most about the minds of costumed criminals, and the three of you worked as profilers for the FBI. You were the best and the brightest the organization had to offer, but one day, you made a tragic mistake. You predicted that a criminal wouldn’t be carrying a gun, but you were wrong. Your father-in-law was murdered, and you were shot in the knee, leaving you with a permanent limp. Your wife divorced you, and you were fired from the FBI. Shortly thereafter, you were offered a position as the criminal profiler for the Keystone City Police Department, which you accepted. On your first day on the job, you met the youngest Flash, Wally West, and became close friends with him. But with all his powers, he still couldn’t save you from Gorilla Grodd breaking your back and paralyzing you. Desperate, you asked him to go back in time and fix the mistakes that had led to you being crippled, but he refused. In response, you tried to use his time machine yourself, but failed. It exploded in your face...and gave you the metahuman ability to control the rate at which you travel through the timestream. That is what happened, isn’t it, Mr. Zolomon? 

Zoom: A verrry succinct reeecap of my old liiife, Dr. Straaange. But thaat doesn’t maaater anymore. Hunter Zooooolomon is deaaad. 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Zolomon, you have studied psychology. You must be aware that it is unhealthy to ignore the traumas of your past. 

Zoom: I haaave no choice. If I am to heeelp my friend become betterrr, I cannot be Hunter Zolomon. I must be Zooooom.

Hugo Strange: Mr. Zolomon, your files indicate that you have attempted to murder Mr. West’s wife and children. How can you possibly believe that attacking his family is helping him? 

Zoom: Doctor Straaange, I am a maaaan who has experienced much traaagedy. If Wallly does not go through traaagedies of his own, he will never achieve his true potential as a heeeeroooo. He will never learn that he needs to be willing to do aaaanything to hellllp people. He will never become as stronnng as I know he caaan be. 

Hugo Strange: And how does Mr. West view your attempts to ‘help’ him, Mr. Zolomon? 

Zoom: He doesssss not appreciate themmmm yet, Dr. Strraaange. But one daaay, he will. One day, he will realize why I had to runnnn dowwwwn this paaath for him...and we will be friendsssss agaaaain. 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Zolomon...your beliefs are patently absurd. Forcing suffering onto another human being is not the way to go about making them stronger, and it certainly will not endear you to anyone. By Mr. West’s own testimony, your actions have damaged your friendship with him almost beyond repair. If you want to maintain any sort of relationship with him, you must give up this delusional pursuit! 

Zoom: You donnn’t understaaand, Dr. Straaange. I must complete my mission. I need the purpose it givvvves me. I don’t have aaaanything else to liiiive for.

Hugo Strange: (Alarmed) The purpose of becoming the worst enemy of your only friend? That is all you think you have to live for, Mr. Zolomon?

Zoom: Everything elllllse has been taaaaken from me, Dr. Straaange. 

Hugo Strange: Do you have no hope for anything better? 

Zoom: Hope? Aaaaany hope I haaad died yeaaars ago; long before I became Zoooom. 

Hugo Strange: (To himself) I see that I’ll need to put Mr. Zolomon on antidepressants as soon as possible. (Aloud) I see. (Pause) So, Mr. Zolomon, why ‘Zoom’? 

Zoom: If I was goinnnng to plaaaaaay the role of Waaaly’s greatest enemy, I had to become a Reverse-Flaaaash. To that end, I deliberately based my naaame and costume on that of Barry Allen’s greatessssst enemy: Eobaaard Thawnnnnne. You probably knowwww him as Professor Zoom the Reverrrrse-Flash. 

Hugo Strange: You mean to tell me that you deliberately based your name and costume on those of a psychopathic killer? 

Zoom: Yessss. Eobaaaard Thawnnne was a monsssster, but the suffering he causssed Barrrry Alllen made him a betterrrr hero. I have been chosen to fill the saaaame role for Waaaally Wessst. 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Zolomon, if he is a monster, why would you ever choose to emulate him? 

Zoom: I didn’t choooooose to becommmme what I aaaaam, Doctor. I was faaated for the role. I fiiiiit the profiiiile. 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Zolomon, you were a criminal profiler! You know how the mind works. Can’t you see how warped your thinking has become? Don’t you realize how sick you are? 

Zoom: I am not siiick, Dr. Straaange. I am a man who haaaas finally learned the trrrruth about liiife and his purpose in it. (Pause) One daaay, Dr. Straaange, you will learn the lessons that I haaave. I look forward to seeing the gooood you accomplish once you doooo. 

Hugo Strange: Don’t be ridiculous, Mr. Zolomon. I am a completely rational man; I am hardly likely to fall prey to a delusion such as yours. 

Zoom: Thaat’s what I thought once. (Pause) And, if I’m not missstaaaaken, what Dr. Jeremiaaah Arkhaaam thought once, too. But we both reaaaalize the truth now...and eventually, so will you.

Hugo Strange: (Clearly unnerved) I’m afraid I’m going to have to end our session for today, Mr. Zolomon. 

Zoom: I wish you luck, Doctor. You willlll need it. The transiiition into my worrrlld is not an easy one.

#flash rogues #dr. hugo strange #hunter zolomon #zoom #flash comics #batman comics #fanfic

[1kook]

this reminded me of spideykoo hehe I love him, flustered hot boi bffs to lovers perfection!!! you deserve your puthy ate for that one madam mayor 1kook

OH MANNN U KNOW I LOVE A GOOD MOTHCUB ART!!!!!!! and yes T_T spideykoo from tht one drabble….. he probably went home and looked at himself in the mirror like [jake the dog voice] ur constant harassment of the female gender makes me siiick….

#asks

[ramble-writes]

Better With Practice

O lord please don’t mind me. It was a convo that I started randomly with @franks-mixtape over discord about our Franks and how weird their interactions are. It’s either some weird ass relationship, or chaotic af brothers of some sort... Or something else I dunno. This is going off the brother thing sooooo don’t mind me! *scuttles off* And thanks for letting me ramble about it bro.

----

Breath coming fast.

Heart beating rapidly.

Legs forced to move faster.

Midnight black locks whipped at Frank’s forehead as he ran, emerald green eyes were nothing but a ring around blown pupils as his eyes scanned the darkened forest that whizzes by him. Boots dig into the ground and arms move like jackhammers to propel him forward. Teeth are bared as he pants for air, his heart loud in his ears as he strains to listen for what’s got him to run.

There, off to his right, he heard the sound of thundering steps running beside him. Frank vaulted over a downed log, catching a glimpse of the shape chasing. Large and big in shape, the slight glint of long teeth caught in what little light is breaking through the branches from the half moon in the sky, and vibrant amber eyes focused right on him while dodging oncoming the brambles on the ground.

His legs burned as he changed course with a sharp turn to his left at a large trunk of a tree. The thing behind him followed in suit, a growl reaching his ears despite the wind howling loudly. The thing hung back, not making an attempt to catch up any quicker which irked the raven-haired 19 year old. Raising his voice as much as his lungs would allow, he shouted over his shoulder to the thing.

“C’mon ya big bastard! I know you can run faster than that slow shit!”

That seemed to set it off. The beast quickened its pace, its own breath coming fast as it sped up that it was close enough to just snag the back of Frank’s jacket. But it didn’t. The rumbling sound stopped, meaning it jumped. He knew this by how the hairs on the back of his neck raised up like an alert and he did the one thing he was told: He drops down onto the ground like a rock.

The large mass of a creature sailed over him, but he snapped back up like a sprinter out of the blocks and pounced onto the thing. Hands were quick to take a hold of thick fur in a vice like grasp to hold on. The thing under him let out a snarl as it veered to ram its back to a tree to knock him off. But Frank was quicker than that. His arm wrapped around its thick neck and took a hold of the fur on the other side and yarded on it hard.

The beast yelped and its feet stumbled under its body. They both took a hard tumble to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of Frank when it landed on him along with his back connecting with the ground below them. Just because he took a hard fall, his grip on the creature didn’t let up, muscles locked up like the jaws of a dog. His legs moved to wrap around its waist the moment it rolled onto its side and his ankles twisted together to hold. It started to struggle, trying to stand to shake him off to gain the upper ground. This made Frank let out a snarl between his teeth that canines just barely poked at his bottom lip.

“Oh no you fucking don’t! I ain’t finished with your ass yet flea bag!”

It snarled as it did its best to twist its head around to snap at him, but his other arm came around to take a hold of his wrist in a lock and pulled his arms towards himself. Muscle under fur rippled at the sudden strangulation when Frank’s arm tucked right under its chin where less muscling is to protect it. The beast let out a choked sound before using one of its appendages to slap the ground a few times.

“ACK! Let go!”

“SAY THE WORDS DAMN IT!!”

“Mer-” A gasp for a breath. “MERCY!!”

A grin spread across Frank’s pale features, but as the rules go, his limbs detangled and let the thing go. It stumbled up onto its feet with gasps before looking at the smiling teen who proceeds to roll onto his back with arms tucked behind his head like the smug bastard he is.

“Lighten up Morri, I won fair and square. Your dumbass just calculated your shit wrong.”

Morri, as the now identifiable wolf, lets out a huff as he sat down. Thing is, the wolf’s form shifted to that of a human upon sitting. Same age, similar facial structure, but different in his own way. The now human Morri let out a sigh as he rubbed at his neck.

“Geez. Ya didn’t have to pull so hard like that, Frank. Any harder and you might’ve bruised something.”

“What. You gonna be a pussy about it? Your neck is literally thicker than my waist! You’ll live if you stop being such a bitch baby about it.”

That made Morri scoffed. Now thinking, even though these two just met about a month ago, it still was pretty weird as all shit to address him as the same name they share. Talk about parents with shit tastes in names. It’s why he says to just go by Morri, a shortened version of the last name they both share, or just Morrison. Either way, it was one way to call them both out if needed.

Frank glanced over, with the little light peaking through, he can see Morri muttering to himself. Of course, keen ears picked up what was said, but when it comes to his half-brother, he ain’t one to pry for information unless shits serious. His chest expanded with a breath, then let out as a sigh. He got himself up onto his feet, brushing dirt off from his ass and his back, then went over and held out his hand towards Morrison.

The russet-haired boy looks up to the other, amber meeting emerald before glancing down to the hand held out to him, to the hints of a tattoo sleeve of roses. Letting his hand drop from his neck, he took a hold and Frank took a step back to haul Morri to his feet with a grunt. Now standing, it’s easy to see the two are the same height. Many kids looking at the two would say they’re fraternal twins or something. Same name, same flaming jester skull tattoo on the neck, but whereas Frank is pale, Morri is a bit tan. Hair color was another thing. Russet to raven black. Though, the sibling thing was right. Same dead beat father that didn’t give two shits, but different moms.

Frank was only half of what Morri is. Werewolf. He couldn’t shift like the other, but sight, smell, hearing, and other things were enhanced. Morrison was full werewolf. Able to shift from human to wolf in seconds with, thankfully, clothes on. Other than that, they see each other as full on brothers. Who the fuck cares about the differences? They don’t.

“Ey, bro. You mind if I crash at your place for a bit? Clive is giving me shit again.”

Morri blinked at that, but nodded. “You know you’re always welcome. Swear though, one of these days I’m gonna rip the bastards throat out.”

Frank chuckled at that and looped an arm around Morri’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t mind that. Fuck. I’d even watch that happen. You wanna know what the fucker does with the checks he gets from family services?! He-”

“Spends it on alcohol. I know. Half the time I can smell it on you. And you’ve told me this, multiple times.”

Well that made Frank shut up. But he sighed and nodded. Morrison chuckled a bit, then rested his own arm over the other’s shoulders as they made their way through the forest to the dark street of Ormond.

“At least you’re getting better. The more practice, the better. Soon enough you just might be able to fight me head on,” Morri said, changing the subject. This pulled a slight smile from Frank at that.

“Yeah? Me being able to kick your ass without running? Siiick.”

The wolf listened as his other half rambled about how cool it’ll be to fight without any given leverage. Banter was thrown as they made their way to Morrison’s current foster home, acting like as if they haven’t been separate for 19 years. Safe to say, this felt normal. Like it should’ve been.

#frank morrison #wolf frank #brother franks au #???? #I guess that tag works lmao #legion dbd #my writings #franks-mixtape #long-ish post #hooooooooooooooo #enjoy

[candyredterezii]

valenwoke replied to your post “hi guys i finally saw the nightmare on elm street reboot i ranted and...”

Why were u mad?

OKAY LET ME GET INTO THIS AS BEST AS I CAN CUS IM SHIT AT EXPRESSING MY THOUGHTS

number one: wes craven wasn’t even asked about this film. they didnt tell him shit they just fucking went and made the movie with his character and his idea and was like byyyyyee which tbf the entire franchise rlly was wes having his like. child taken away from him and bastardized, only being able to reclaim it’s legacy in New Nightmare.

next, lets get into the character.

Freddy Krueger.

We all know Freddy as this really campy and jokey character. He’s a beloved slasher. He was funny and silly and his kills were creative and had funny one liners - robert englund brought to life this character and is one of the big reasons he was so beloved. He was a child murderer, yes, but a big thing along with it is we never actually saw him murder a child in the entire series. There was sexual undertones in subtext, and it was originally he was supposed to be a child predator as well, but they threw it out due to a real life scandal happening at the time and played it more subtext

Now. In the remake when they say they ham up the child predator shit they really, really do and it is NOT fucking pleasant at ALL.

But we will get more into that later.

Freddy in the remake, along with the entire thing tbh, is gritty. Edgy. Dark. He makes one liners and REPEATS OLD JOKES FROM THE SERIES, which throughout was liek. Haha that was in Nightmare (X), wish i was watching that one right now. His jokes were just. Flat. It wasn’t jokes it just made you kinda. Yikes. They weren’t delivered with the mirth and excitement like with Robert Englund.  His makeup made him look like a fish. He was absolutely disgusting. Making gross sexual assaults on Nancy on one point, granted nothing exactly major but enough to make ur skin crawl.

He was played to be just. Revolting.

Which isn’t a bad thing to do for a character - but not to one that has been well loved and rather like a ‘fun wacky uncle’ kinda guy. Not one with an existing legacy to be a wise cracker looney tunes kinda killer.

But let’s get more into the child predator aspect of it because holy fucking shit.

They literally show flashback scenes in the movie of Freddy playing with the kids and it was all like. Cute and sweet if you didn’t know context but seeing him interact with these kids is like. Revolting and makes your stomach churn. Especially them showing the little girl with her back scratched and a five year old nancy crying to her mom how “he takes us to his special cave” and burst into tears because she was fucking defiled constantly. 

Speaking of his special cave. Nancy and Quentin find it. And guess what they find? A bunch of photos of a naked five year old Nancy that Nancy sees and fucking has a break down over it because holy shit that’s fucking disgusting and heavy.

The movie is heavy. Very heavy and makes your stomach sick - and not in a like. Saw movie torture porn kinda way where you are like HAHA SIIICK. But in a fucking crushing reality and just makes you, the viewer, even feel utterly vile as you are watching this character be vulnerable and go through repressed trauma.

The whole movie deals with also Nancy and Quentin and the others apparently having repressed these memories and the parents trying to hide it by hiding their preschool photos and other things from their childhood.

It’s just utterly sickening and makes your skin crawl. Especially as much of Freddy goes after Nancy and speaks so vile to her about how she was his favorite, how beautiful the girl characters still are and how ‘grown up’ they are and just being a fucking creep.

Now that the story is pretty much fucking just. A fucking heap let’s get into the actual movie elements.

The one thing in the original Nightmares I absolutely LOVED was how dream like the dreams were. How they had this kinda dream like quality - it was whimsical! It was creepy and unsettling but also? Really fun? It was CREATIVE.  The deaths were fun and imaginative! The crew had so much fun coming up and creating these kinda deaths that you rlly couldnt get away with in normal stories cus its a DREAM where anything can happen.

Now in this movie? It was just. Oh. We’re in a creepy classroom. Oh looks like we are in silent fucking hill and then one flash of lights AA we are i nthe boiler room oh nooo. Oh nooo u got slashed by freddy and now you’re dead. Okay. Cool.

IT WAS BORING It was gritty dark and jsut snooze. it didnt even give any tension it was just. oh ur trying to be scary and thats it. ok.

Now this movie is also a reboot, meaning it’s a fresh start to the series. So someone who  hasn’t watched the original series should come in without having to watch the other films, right? Wrong. Now in the original movie, we followed the character Tina as a red herring to be the main character. The same thing happens in this movie, we do not follow Nancy (the one character whose name they kept. Which meaning if you have seen the original films, you know Kris is the Tina character and this twist is not gonna work on the previous fans who a MAJORITY IF NOT ALL this movie’s audience was. Even if you haven’t seen the first Nightmare most people know Nancy is the main heroine. I digress.) So we haven’t followed Nancy. At all. We see her once telling Kris she also saw something in her dreams and thats it.

Next we see her is when she comes to see Quentin. Sits down and just says, “Freddy” Where did she get this info? How is the audience supposed to know who tf that is or why or how or just. WHAT???

Okay. WHATEVER.

This movie also plays a lot on old gags, jokes, and visuals from the first movie as like. A homage. But they’re done.. So poorly. It just makes me go, “haha i remember that. wish I was watching that nightmare instead of this one.”

There’s also small plot elements that made me go ??? what. why?? like for example the mother of Kris apparently having kept one of her daughter’s dresses that was slashed when she was ASSAULTED AND DEFILED BY A MAN in a box upstairs with her preschool photos?? Like. Okay.

There is NO CHARM in this movie. No love. No passion. It’s just gritty and dark and just makes the audience feel utterly vile and absolutely tears apart the legacy of Freddy and NOES and everything Robert has done to the character. It has taken Wes’ original idea and story and just said Hey. What if we take this and just make it dark and edgier and SCARY OOOO. And then they tossed it in the trash compactor. 

I feel I’m missing even quite a fucking lot of shit too but. 

I fucking hate this movie so much dude.

#candyredreply #valenwoke

[kunoichi-kame]

SPOP S3 thoughts:

Yo, glitchy Catra was siiick and I wanna draw that.

Catra doesn't deserve Scorpia. Fight me.

Hordak x Entrapta FTW

Blushing robot

Angella leaving Micah made me sad

Angella sacrificing herself made me tear up a bit

Where dat Netossa and Spinerella character development?

The entirety of those last two episodes gave me major Coraline vibes

Okay, follow up to what I said about Catra not deserving Scorpia. Catra deserve love, yes, but Scorpia doesn't deserve to be treated the way she is. I'm starting to feel like Scorpia will eventually become the embodiment of the "Aren't you tired of being nice?" meme. Maybe. I can't see it, yet at the same time I can? Does that make sense?

Aaand branching off of that: this season solidifies why I love the villains of this series. Every villain is the hero in their own mind. And I feel SPOP does a great job at this idea. The major Horde members don't seem particularly malicious. Like, if you gave them a fresh coat of paint as heroes...that's it. Nothing seems to change. They're doing what they think is right/their jobs. Hardly any of them seem to derive pleasure from other's suffering. Not even Hordak. And while Catra does seem to, I think that's more of her personal hangup, not because of her role as a part of the Horde. She wants to hurt Adora at this point, it seems. She wants to hurt PEOPLE, it seems, after the way she lied to Hordak about Entrapta. Because she's hurting. Not because she's an antagonist. Catra really does need a hug. Then we have Shadow Weaver.

Shadow Weaver, who again, I feel is more personal in her attacks. She is manipulative and abusive and spiteful. I feel like this is more about season two, hence why a separate paragraph. But okay. Look. I feel like, when she backstabbed Catra in s2, it was sincere. Just not sincere enough. I think maybe she did indeed see something in Catra, didn't want her to fail, etc, but it manifested itself in the worst fucking way. Instead of being motivational, things turned abusive if Catra wasn't perfect, wasn't what she expected, etc. Maybe even, she's beating herself up for her failures, projecting them onto Catra. And this is all Shadow Weaver's personal hangup, not some handbook from the Horde.

Aaand still on the topic of Shadow Weaver, I must admit that I am a bit upset about her redemption. I felt that she was irredeemable after season two, TBH. Like she truly is the definition of a toxic parent...but here we are. Okay. I still got a bad feeling about this though.

Also, I was anticipating dark Glimmer or something. Hmmmm.

Oh, and I love Hordak. He needs love and I hope he lives happily ever after with Entrapta.

I wanna learn more about Mara. I know we just did, but there's gotta be more.

*drumming on my lap* He-man He-man He-man He-man He Man He Man Heman Heman Heman Prince Adam Adam Heman He Man He-Man and the MOTU HE-MAAAN

#spop #she-ra #she-ra s3 #spop s3 #she-ra spoilers #spop spoilers #she-ra s3 spoilers #spop s3 spoilers

[mynamehan]

Happy 4:th - Steve Rogers

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a/n: My requests are open and I have a list of prompts you can choose from if you’d like. I do personals/all Avengers x reader/and basically everything

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings: slight melancholy? but nah

summary: inspired from 5sos song ‘Valentine’ and the fact that Steve Rogers turns 100 years today? siiick

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I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart

“Not much for parties are we?” They questioned, walking up from behind him, taking a sip from their glass. He glanced at them a few seconds longer than what was considered just an ordinary look. A confident smirk and tired eyes met him. Eyes that said more than what was physically spoken, that matched his own. Eyes that were bright but held great sadness.

He tore his own globes away before letting his eyes set on the crowd of people on the dance floor. “I think it’s rather impressive, don’t you? Not to mention nice of Tony to do this.” Steve let a small smile tug on his lips, “Sure.”

They chuckled, making him glance at them from corner of his eye. “You’re really not much for talking, are you? I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall here. Actually, I think a brick wall would give better response.” They sassed, looking him over with a small wrinkle between their brows.

He bit his lip, shrugging, letting his eyes hit the floor for a few seconds before tilting his head to regain eye contact. “I suppose not.” They scrunched their nose up in response and let out a small sigh, continuing watching the crowd of people dressed like the 40’s dance the night away.

You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark

“Oh god, could you just help me pick one out or something? I’m so lost.” They whined, putting down the two different pieces of tile on the counter before then. Walking into the kitchen Steve eyed the two samples before scrunching his face together. “Nope.”

Y/N sighed, letting their head fall into their hands in defeat, “I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall here.” Steve let out a loud chuckle, walking up behind them to gently massage their shoulders. “Actually, I think a brick wall would give better response.” Steve piped up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, earning a giggle from Y/N as they looked up to meet his eyes, happiness in the air like a thick fog.

Some outfits were really good, accurate, Steve thought as he looked down on his own and Y/N’s. Man, without even trying, their clothes looked good together. The two of them always seemed to effortlessly work.

“Hey, stop moping around!” Y/N remarked, giving a light nudge to his arm, a hint of understanding in their eyes. Firmly putting down the glass on a table close by, they grabbed one of his hands giving a light tug. After receiving eye contact, Y/N gave him a reassuring smile, “Let’s hope you’re better at dancing than talking.”

Steve tried to relax his body, lower his shoulders and stop clenching his jaw to focus on the way their bodies moved gracefully well together. Y/N’s carefully put together outfit only made them look more beautiful to Steve.

We know we’re classic together like Egyptian gold

Seeing Y/N in a 40’s set room with such clothes made him feel like this was how it was supposed to be all along and how it always would be. It would always be them. Nothing would ever change because they would always remain, timeless.

Y/N kept their eyes locked on his face, scanning the troubled look covering each of his features, a small frown even prominent on his face. “It’s alright if you’re not okay. You don’t have to be, you don’t have to pretend around me.”

We love us

Steve met their searching eyes, noticing the genuine line of worry in between their brows, which was there just for him. It felt good that they cared, it made him feel safe.

Ha gave Y/N a smile before taking a step back and moving his arm in a circular motion, their body spinning around with it. Taking their hand in his again, he led the dance a tad more confidently. Getting a step closer, Y/N leaned their forehead against his, both of them swaying along with their eyes closed. “Thank you Y/N.”

Y/N smiled gently, “How about we go watch the fireworks? I heard they’re going to be extra pretty tonight,” grazing their hand on top of his, receiving a slightly amused look from the blond.

“If you say so, Y/N.” He replied simply, taking away by them and the moment. “Wow there, don’t have to use your entire vocabulary on me, now.” They teased, earning an eye roll from him. The two stood close together, leaning onto each other. Spending the night with them made him feel so much more alive.

Got nothing but love for you,

“I got you this.” Y/N held out a pink glazed cupcake with a tiny lit candle stuck into it, a beaming smile on their face.

Steve let out a breath as he mirrored the smile, leaning back against the kitchen counter in their now lived-in apartment. “Thank you Y/N. I don’t really want anything else besides you.” He replied as Y/N handed him the small pastry.

Their eyes gleamed at him, gently rolling at his words. “I know, that’s why you only get the cupcake. Buuut...”

“But?” He teased, earning a smirk from them. “I was thinking we could watch the fireworks from the balcony. Just like old times.”

fall more in love every day

He smiled, his once broken and beat up heart now overflowing with the love and admiration he felt for Y/N. Oh, how he was lucky to spend his 100:th birthday with the most incredible person ever. “I’d love nothing else.”

Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day

As the sky erupted in a variety of colours and the people around them cheered, he felt Y/N’s head lean onto his shoulder, making his insides mimic the explosions above them.

They turned their head slightly to look up at him, the dash of fireworks reflecting in their eyes, and smiled with a small wink, “Cheers, Steve. Happy 4:th.”

#captain america #imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #steve rogers #chris evans #birthday #marvel x reader #avengers #captain america 100 years #100 years

[npc117-blog]

Story 1 of my time so far driving a taxi

I'm making these so I can read through them all when I finish up my taxi days. I'm only 25. Here's hoping I don't quit when I'm 70

Okay, first story because it happened just now and I'm sitting at the rank doing nothing, and it's a short story so here goes.

Pick up a fare that was only going down the road. Fair enough, let's go. He asks how my nights been and I say I've been sitting at the rank before I got him for 2 hours, so not to well for me. He's like, Yeah righto, what do you do when you're sitting there?

Im like I just sit on my phone, go on FB and Tumblr, and play some Hearthstone.

He's like siiick dude

(here's where it gets interesting)

I'm like do you play? He goes, yeah I don't really halfstone, I play fullstone

(me thinking he's making a funny) oh nice dude, nice, cAnt believe I hadn't thought that joke. (seeing as I love making dad jokes wherever I can)

He's like, yeah it's funny aye, got into it a while ago and now I go full aye.

Anyway, we rock up to his place, he pays and tips well, I say thanks and he turns to me as he gets out of the car and says "Stay lit bro"

Closes the door, I'm thinking to myself, what?

Then it dawns on me, he actually meant full stone, as in weed. So I've had a five min chat with a guy who thinks that I've been lighting up at work, in the car or outside, whilst still doing taxi driving between joints, and I was thinking he was an avid gamer.

Funny the miscommunication, just like the time my cousin from England came over and we had a miscommunication about thongs. For Aussies being flip flops or sandals, or thongs as we call them, and for him, a G-string.

"You can see her thong down her pants bruv"

"Must be loose pants"

#taxi #local taxi #taxi driver #420 #lit #Hearthstone #lol good fare #stories of my taxi driving

[hernameisno-one]

16-20!

wow! hi! thank you omg!!! ;u; 16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?honestly, not much. I’ve written a fair bit of it, but haven’t read much at all. I could probably count the fics I’ve read on one hand. is that bad? and most of them were joke fics like my immortal. i did try very hard to read some shinjixkaworu fanfic back when i was in middle school, but it was harder to come by then. sad times. 17. Worst Fears?so, this has changed a lot overtime. it used to be stuff like abandonment and rejection. now, it’s more around hurting people. like, my regular anxieties are mostly centered around how an interaction of mine went wrong in a sense of accidentally making the other person uncomfortable. but also, i have a huge fear of dying without ever accomplishing the things i want to do. 18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

getting an account on this website probably. nah, kidding. ummm... honestly, i told a very personal secret about someone important to me publicly. i didn’t use their name, didn’t even insinuate that it was them, but people still thought it was, and i never should have told anyone. 19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

honestly, most of my lies are covering up mental illness and bad stuff (TM), but also things like “oh, sorry, couldn’t make it to our appointment i was siiick” or something like that. but, i did used to go out of town and put on an accent and a backstory and pretend to be someone else. so, that counts, i guess? kind of fun? 20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?i try SO hard to be. i like to think i am? generally, i try living pretty authentically and genuinely in all aspects of my life? so, i like to think i’m trustworthy. that’s who i want to be and strive to be, you know? is that answer too roundabout? i’ll give a clearer “i guess so??????????????” hahaha thank you again! it’s so cool to get these!

[annamarlsadventures-blog]

Day 12

Picked up my progressive lenses today. I am getting ancient but can see crisp lines again. Oh wait, these make me siiick. 😩 Be right back...