#2am ramblings

[in-a-galaxy-far-far-a-gay]

Listening to Little Miss Why So and these lyrics are hitting me like a fucking truck

It’s such a beautiful song and you can feel the love the two have for each other

“And me wearing your clothes // Just to surprise you when you come home all tired // Of those wankers that you serve all night I love you don't say anything just 'thank you missy for being in my life, why are you sad?'”

“I'll make a hundred paper planes // To decorate our tiny room // I've even learned to cook //Just stop staring at the moon”

He keeps reaching out and he just can’t connect the way they used to and he doesn’t understand why and ughhh

“I don't know how to reach you when you get like this // I've been waiting for you to come home”

“What's that hold that the big dark king of nothing has got on you, my girl? // Why do you go down // Those stairs to that green dark cave? // Where there's only faces of the unfamous dead”

And you can hear her get more and more frustrated trying to explain

“You don't see daylight anymore // Something's sucking out your core and it's so boring // It's so boring it's so boring it's boring it's so boring it's so boring it's so boring it's so boring it's, so boring, et cetera // To see you tired all the time”

And then toward the end the two of them singing at the same time! He’s blaming himself for them growing apart and she’s still not able to explain and frustrated and neither of them can reach the other in a way that they’ll understand

Madeline: “Why so why so sad? // Stop asking why I'm sad, just know it's enough to know I'm sad”

Joey: “If I am good will you come back? // If I'm good will you come back?”

God and then the end. The song captures these enormous emotions and then narrows in on such a tiny moment that somehow just makes it so real and tangible

“Yeah, but why? Yeah, but why? Why? Why? // He says // Said. // Wish I'd said // 'Cause if I'd said then maybe you'd still be snuggled here in my bed. Watching Netflix. And now I can't // 'Cause you changed the password // When you left”

#ignore me if this is incoherent it’s the middle of midterms and I haven’t slept in 20 hours #2am ramblings #the amazing devil #little miss why so #joey batey #madeleine hyland #tad

[shimmering-dragon]

I'm Fictionkin-ish? Coining: Imagithrope.

@who-is-page and @frameacloud's panel at Othercon has gotten me thinking about writing essays about my own alterhuman experience... I was thinking maybe I should write something about why I write fiction, and how that relates to my own identity. But thinking about that made me realize that one of the reasons I write is because I identify as a fictional self-insert character that I created when I was a hatchling in make-believe games. Like, that's the way I view myself - not as a generic blue dragon, but as that specific character. Additionally, given that many of those games were based loosely in books I've read, it means that my identity is based in fiction as well. Though I don't identify as him, my name is even based on a fictional character's!

I've never really thought about calling myself fictionkin before now. When I joined the otherkin community initially, I had some bad reactions to talking about my identity in that way. And then some more bad reactions. My identity as a dragon is involuntary; I couldn't change it if I tried (and I have), and it isn't something I intentionally made into an identity. It's a bit of why I never really got why everyone insisted strongly on the distinction between otherkin and otherlinkers. Though I'm not opposed to the idea, I don't feel like my fictional identity was made by me channeling a past life either, which felt like it was the acceptable explanation for this back in 2016. Otherwise, creating a kintype wasn't "allowed."

For a while, I felt like I separated my identity into a dragon otherkin aspect, where I was just "a dragon", and had character me on the side as a fun thing - what I considered my "kinsona". But I think this is a false dichotomy. The two aren't really separable; who I am as a dragon was created through books and play. It wasn't really until @aestherians's posts in early 2021 - five years after I found the otherkin community - that I felt that the community had finally decided that the definitional line between kintype and linktype, voluntary and involuntary, didn't have to be such a strict line after all. (I'd been arguing that "involuntary identity" shouldn't be a part of the definition of otherkin for four years by that point, so yes, I'm still both smug and salty.)

So, though I didn't expect this to lead to me coining a new term when I started out writing out this post, I've decided to do it. I'm not sure if anyone except me is going to use it, but I think creating it as a concept gives it both a bit of legitimacy and permanence. I hope it will be of use to someone else, and if anyone else shares a similar experience, I welcome them to talk about it in more detail - at some point now, I think I definitely should describe mine.

Imagithrope - An alterhuman whose identity was created and/or formed, wholly or partially, through some form of imaginative play. This can include fantasy play, roleplay (tabletop, text, live action, etc), fanfiction, writing, art, and more.

#otherkin #fictionkin #2am ramblings

[nerdypixel]

Headcannon: When Jon is getting in an excited hyperfocus kind of mood, his pupils blow wide like a cats pupils do.

#2am ramblings #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tma headcanons

[triniji]

just putting this here from my old account - no need to worry about interacting again! i felt it'd be appropriate to keep this one around, since i want to have general headcanons on my blog before posting anything more specific c: ♥️

from the moment he held that baby in his arms, he knew he'd see her as his daughter, but he felt as though his affections for her were "disrespectful". she was this perfect little bundle of joy, and he was simply a steward who was assigned to look after her; it'd be a disservice to bring his own emotions into his duties. in his eyes, she deserved a better man to call a father, a stronger one. to him, if he truly cared about her happiness, then he wouldn't "drag her down" to his level by expressing familial love. when she started babbling, he never encouraged her to call him "papa" despite wanting to so badly, so it wasn't her first word. it would have been the cruelest of treasons to rob the King - her birth father, her "real" father - of this term of affection.

regardless, his adoration for her slipped through in other ways. it shone through in the way he tucked her hair behind her ear as he put her to bed, the way he gently fussed to her as he cradled her in his arms, even the way he'd beam under that moustache of his every time she giggled. every gaze he directed to her was full of the most undiluted and uncontrollable love. baby peach was receptive to this from the start. it would always be him she asked for, even before she could talk - she would only stop crying if he held her, she would only accept milk if he was the one with the bottle. whenever she woke up from a nightmare, it'd be his room she'd run to, and it was then in his bed she sleepily referred to him as "papa" for the first time, drifting off to sleep and feeling safe as he stroked her tear-streaked cheek with his little thumb. toadsworth doesn't know if she remembers that, but decades later it sticks out to him. in that instance he gave her a kiss goodnight, right on the temple, and it felt like it was okay to do so.

he gets upset about his stature sometimes, especially since she outgrew him very quickly - it *hurt* the first time he couldn't carry her to bed as a toddler. his heart shattered when he had to wake his poor baby up and make her walk to her room herself. when that happened, he doted on her and apologised over and over again. he often thinks about whether she would have preferred to have been raised by a human - of course, that isn't the case in the slightest, but all he ever wants is for her to be happy and he is constantly worrying about whether he's doing an adequate job - he's even critical of the fact that he's a toad, because to him, maybe that isn't good enough for the human princess. she is his reason for living, so anything he can't provide for her is a direct attack on his character.

contrasting his stark worries, she unequivocally sees him as her father, and always has done. the professional boundary between the two does obligate her to consciously refer to him as "toadsworth", but whenever she's tired, extremely emotional or in any sort of position where her walls are down, you can bet that she'll call him "dad" or "papa", because that's how she sees him through and through; vulnerability can bring forth hidden wants and needs, after all. in those situations, he'll be too focused on soothing her worries to want to draw attention to her slip of the tongue - you can be assured that he'll tear up about it in his own time.

#2am ramblings #princess peach #toadsworth #:')

[sacredlilygarden]

2AM SAGAU THOUGHT

would genshin characters get jealous of your phone

#genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #genshin sagau #genshin #sagau cult au #sagau genshin #sagau x reader #genshin cult au #sagau #genshin random thought #genshin impact random thought #2am ramblings #2am thoughts #self aware genshin

[nezuiscool]

I just realised I never told you guys I broke my foot. So…yeah, that may be why I dipped a month or two ago in activity.

But I’m still alive, don’t worry, here’s a puppet Nezu for funsies

#2am ramblings

[eeveenicks]

As someone who writes horror novels and is very open about their desire to fuck the Devil, I think I have a high tolerance for weird and creepy things, but I can honestly say nothing has caused me to instinctively recoil in terror more than the day I first saw British children’s television character Mr. Blobby. He looks like the way stage five of Everywhere at the End of Time feels and I do not understand what anyone involved in his creation were thinking. Mr. Blobby looks like a butt plug came to life and wants to take revenge on humanity for what horrors it has endured.

My eyes and my mind will never recover from gazing upon that accursed visage and discovering that not only does God exist but He is a million times more of a sadist than anything in the Bible suggests solely for the reason that He has allowed that thing to walk the Earth and hasn’t stricken it down with the heat of a thousand fire tornados.

Or perhaps when God saw Mr. Blobby, that’s when He decided to abandon us for we were truly irredeemable. We are but crossed out sentences in the rough draft of the novel of the universe and that pink pestilence is the reason our only option is to abandon all hope.

#i really need to sleep #2am ramblings #Mr. Blobby #horror #god has abandoned us

[miiyochi]

i really really love the idea of when mc is solomon's student, they start going out more together. experiencing things humans typically don't on little spontaneous adventures.

imagine getting a text from solomon that's like "be there in 3." randomly and being so ??? confused and all of a sudden he appears and tells you shit like "I wanna show you something, mc." and its either something wonderful, sentimental, and memorable or some bullshit he does for his own amusement LMAO

#2am ramblings #i love you solomon monsolo mrmon #obm headcanons #whatever

[fandompuppet]

I gotta draw self ship art again but I don’t have motivation, goretober and art block is kicking my ass

#2am ramblings #I really gotta draw more Pinhead

[lifeonkylesfarm]

nobody sees you at your worst like 2am

#2am writing #i wrote this at 2am #2am ramblings #2am thoughts #its 2am #this came to me at 2am #it’s 2am #2am

[glitched-eyes]

I only remember one scene from Legend (1985) when when I watched it as a child, it was the one where the girl dances with a black dress and then transforms into this evil version of herself. Something in me changed that day forever.

This did something to me

#legend 1985 #goth #alternative #2am ramblings

[sadgirlbadpoems]

2 am

There's something magical about 2 am, about the soft steady breathing of the world swaddling you. About the weight of the darkness intangible yet overbearing. You see things differently at 2 am, the snores of your father become the rhythm in your blood that you had long forgotten. You become someone different at 2 am younger and older all at once, filled with naivety and yet spoiled by every time someone has done you wrong. 2 am is so very human and yet animalistic. I wish I never felt like this, I want to feel like this forever.

#2am ramblings #im not a poet #losing friends #and sleep #i am my fathers daughter

[anonymous-ivplay]

The Veggietales "Cheeseburger" song but instead it's called "She/Her/Hers" and it's about respecting pronouns

#veggietales #lilac speaks #2am ramblings

[furbyliciousblog]

pov: me right now.

#2am ramblings #avenue q

[istanchan]

NO I just remembered this thought process I had while watching kinnporche ep 11 and it makes me laugh at how mentally unwell I am. When Vegas was whipping Pete with the belt all I could think was,“Damn this is so unrealistic” LOOK I know obviously it was for the tv effect BUT I may or may not be speaking from experience (courtesy of growing up in a brown household) and even if you just use a bit of common sense- belts don’t scar like that😢 whips can though. Either way they both hurt and it’s also 2am rn and I’m ranting about getting whipped on the internet so… I think I’m gonna shut up and go to sleep now :D

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #vegaspete #vegas x pete #thai bl #bl series #2am ramblings #vegas theerapanyakul

[local-kneecap-dealer]

Do you ever just think about the small interactions you've had with people that you still think about from time to time? People who got only a sentence or two in your life but those sentences were so noteworthy you can't help referring back to them? Moments that were just specks in time but you can't forget them? I still remember making the balloon guy laugh at a party, I still remember the nice couple at Walmart who said they liked my outfit and showed me a cool spider on their phone, and the older lady when I did door to door sales who gave me a slice of poundcake and wished me the best of luck. These were such short moments and there are so many more but I don't think I'll ever forget them and I hope I don't

#thoughts #2am has struck again #2am #2am thoughts #2am ramblings #2 am posts #2 am mood #sentimentality #sentimental #stories #story time #story