#<1k wds

[g1deonthen1nth]

#1k #unfortunate #5k #if it hits 10k i’ll turn rbs off enough is enough #just kidding i wd never take comedy away from ppl #10k #christ on the fuckin cross #pls read the lore in the comments

[chrliekclly]

ummm first time becoming self conscious about the way you act with your best friend because of some middle school bullies :)

#iasip #always sunny #charmac #charlie kelly #mac mcdonald #fanart #mine #i watched ‘close’ nd had some pain #but yeah ofc my brain was like 'i can make that charmac' h8 myslf #mac macdonald #im not good @ dialogue it feel ooc to me but iv ben like staring @ this for days i just need to post it #for th record i dont think mac wd giv a shit abt wat bullies think of him. bt he'd still get n his own head abt it #like hed nevr thought of their relationship tht way b4 #nd th possibility alone scares him #1k

[berenwrites]

Stranger Things Fanfiction

So I thought I'd do a master post of all my steddie fanfic so far. It's listed in my pinned post too, but I am shameless 😜.

Chaptered:

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded & Beyond - Steddie (COMPLETE) - ~57K wds (26 ch) - Teen (with mature options) - (also on AO3) Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence - Steddie (COMPLETE) - PG13 - ~108K wds (46 ch) (Also on AO3) Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing - Steddie (COMPLETE) ~18.5K wds (9 ch) - Explicit - (also on AO3) Steve has been having nightmares, seeing through the eyes of a vampire like creature in Hawkins as it hunts. He puts the dreams down to past trauma and too many horror movies at Family video. He’s checked and no one’s been hurt, so even Robin agrees. However, his world is about to be turned upside down yet again as the nightmares become far too real.

Oneshots:

Secret Lover: A Vampire Eddie Short - Steddie - ~1Kwds - Mature - (on AO3 too) Vecna is dead and gone thanks to El and the party. Not all his creations are. Eddie is one of those creations. Everyone thinks he’s dead, but Steve knows better.

In His Kiss: The Trouble With Vampire Tendencies - Steddie - ~2.5K wds - PG13 - (on AO3 too) Steve could feel Eddie’s eyes on him. It was like he could tell, even without looking that Eddie was staring at him. Every time he glanced over, Eddie looked away, but half a second too late. It was beginning to drive Steve crazy.

So Sweet: Hard to Begrudge Love - Steddie - ~400 wds - G - (on AO3 too) Tooth rotting Steddie fluff from Robin’s point of view.

Connections: Voice from the Other World - Steddie - ~2K wds - PG - (on AO3 too) Steve hears Eddie voice in his head. At first he thinks it’s guilt, but that soon changes. Now all he needs to figure out is if it’s one of Vecna’s games or something else.

So Sorry: Through No Fault of His Own - Steddie - ~1.8K wds - PG - (on AO3 too) Bad things have happened to Steve, but Eddie is there to help – only it’s not that simple.

Freaks: What the World Sees - Steddie - ~1K wds - PG - (on AO3 too) The world knows a lot about famous guitarist and singer Eddie Munson, including things about his husband, but there is so much they don’t see as well.

Summertime Love - Steddie - PG - 311wds Written for steddiemicrofic prompt: CAKE | 311 words | rated: PG | cw: none

For Love - Steddie - PG - 548wds Written for steddiemicrofic prompt: CHARM | 548 words | rated: PG | cw: none

Guardian at the Gate - Steddie - PG - 387wds (on AO3 too) SteddieMicroFic November '23 - prompt: REST | 387 words | rated: PG Wayne rushes to the hospital when he gets news of Eddie. He does not expect what he finds.

Magnificent - Steddie - G - 508wds (on AO3 too) Written for prompt: PINE | wc: 508 | G | cw: none Steve has never ever wanted to see Eddie in a coffin, but this one looks absolutely perfect...

Reborn: Facing the Unexpected - Steddie - PG - 404wds (on AO3 too) Written for steddiemicrofic January prompt: HOLE | wc: 404 The final confrontation with Vecna has come and gone, they won, but Steve can only focus on one thing...

Wake-up Call: An End or a Beginning? - Steddie - PG - 404wds (on AO3 too) Written for January 2024 prompt: HOLE | wc: 404 When you're dead, you're not supposed to wake up.

Strange Relationship: Of Sex and Revelations - Steddie - Explicit - 404wds (on AO3 too) Written for January 2024 prompt: HOLE | wc: 404 Steve is good at sex, but there are some things he hasn't been considering. Eddie is very happy to open his eyes.

Caring: Now It's Your Turn - Steddie - G - 593wds (also on AO3) Written for @steddielovemonth 2024 day 1 Steve has been looking after everyone, now it's his turn.

Still Oneshots - New list because Tumblr complained ;)

Revelation: A Heart-Stopping Reality - Steddie - G - 1396wds (also on AO3) Written for steddielovemonth day 3 Steve is just sitting by the pool watching his friends have fun when he comes to a stunning conclusion.

A Small Thing: The Truth Hurts - Steddie - T - 956wds (also on AO3) Written for steddielovemonth day 4. Eddie wants to know everything about Steve, and Steve has a confession to make.

Falling: Who Will Catch Me? - Steddie - PG - 509wds (also on AO3) Written for Feb prompt: EDGE | wc: 509 | PG | cw: PTSD, mentions of torture It's all over and Steve has nothing left to keep the horror at bay.

See Me: In the Silence - Steddie - G - 309wds (also on AO3) Written for steddielovemonth day 5 Steve always see what Eddie needs.

Quiet: But Far From Idle - Steddie - G - 627wds (also on AO3) Written for steddielovemonth day 6. Eddie loves when both he and Steve are in the zone.

Arms of Love: Whatever You Need - Steddie - G - 678wds (also on AO3) Written for @steddielovemonth day 8. It's July, Steve is having trouble sleeping, Eddie helps.

Closure: Rifts & Reactions - Steddie - G - 836wds - (also on AO3) Written for steddielovemonth day 12 The final battle is over, it's time to look forward.

Late Again?: Love Is Too Compelling! - Steddie - PG - 980wds - (also on AO3 soon) Written for steddielovemonth day 14. Eddie doesn't want Steve to go to work, so is trying to convince him to quit.

Always and Forever: Love Finds a Way - Steddie - G - 1237wds - (also on AO3) Written for steddielovemonth day 29. After their usual phone call while Eddie is on tour with Corroded Coffin, Steve is worried.

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington has powers #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #masterlist

[seadeepy]

Tagged by @eviltoxicmosssauce <3

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

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(1) fixed on a moment just out of focus (Merlin/Arthur, G, 391 wds)

Merlin made an outrageous claim about a lump of wood, which explains the headache, but there are other details that Arthur can't reconcile.

(2) this love, it transcends (Merlin/Arthur, T, 1k wds)

Arthur's eyelids flutter shut, the last gleam of blue disappearing as his eyes roll back in his head.

(3) at least they were mine to make (Gwaine/Lancelot, G, 1k wds)

Gwaine sets down his tankard.

(4) just to sit outside your door (Aziraphale/Crowley, G, 1.1k wds)

"Crowley?"

(5) lather the blood on your hands (Merlin/Arthur, G, 881 wds)

It's all adrenaline and instinct — Merlin's eyes flare gold as the axe spins towards his head, and time slows, and he sends the axe whipping back the way it came.

(6) saving this all for later (Merlin/Lancelot, G, 1k wds)

Lancelot's kisses are as gentle as everything else about him.

(7) for futures that never came (Merlin/Arthur, G, 311 wds)

It is so dreadfully easy to set the events in motion that will bring Arthur Pendragon's life to an abrupt and painful end.

(8) summer falling through our fingers again (Gwen/Morgana, G, 1.8k wds)

Morgana sleeps late, the morning after the plague lifts.

(9) and if i didn’t look around (Merlin/Arthur, G, 475 wds)

"Has your father apologized for not believing you?"

(10) none of us can escape it (Merlin/Arthur, G, 725 wds)

There is magic everywhere in Camelot.

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Fascinating! I knew already I have a tendency to make declarative "thesis statements" as my opening lines, especially when they're the more prose-poemy style that I use for a lot of canon-compliant fics. I was more surprised to find that I actually have a few that use dialogue!

Tagging @blackandwhiteandrose, @vanillahigh00, @jamscandraw and @the-pen-pot

#tagged

[nani-nonny]

I’m gonna be honest and say I wrote 1k words for both LCD and WDS with the help of Steven Universe songs… I was literally switching between the tabs typing like a mad man trying to catch up with my own thoughts

Escapism hit hard as always ngl

#nonny nonsense #leonardo come down #whispers of distant souls

[laissezferre]

10 lines tagging games

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

thank you @veganthranduil and @pianodoesterror for tagging me! it took me a while to get to this

An Offering (fitzier, 2k)

A squall brewed off the coast of the island as rocks battered against the outer walls of the cabin. The light in the lamp flickered from a draft, its motion casting long shadows that loomed and twisted across James’s face as he gasped.

Notes from Antarctica (rossier, 4k)

My dearest Sister,

However much I wd like to tell you of all our discoveries, I have just done the very same for Papa & am loth to repeat it all again & consume all my paper.

The Worth Derived (fitzier, 2k)

It was the carnivale that had changed everything.

Until now, James had harboured the notion that Captain Francis Crozier would one day succumb to his virtues. Afterall, James was handsome, charming, capable—he knew this not by his own witness but by others’, and so had been perfectly content to prod no further and trust in their veracity. 

Pahabol (fitzier, 3k)

Ikaw?

Tila hindi ka natutuwang makita ako. May iba ka bang nais madatnan dito?

Hindi naman. Hindi ko lang sukat akalaing mayroon talagang babati sa akin pagdating ko dito.

Mr. Fitzjames (fitzier, 3k)

In retrospect, James ought to have brought a larger suitcase. Larger bags have more room, more padding, and are much more inclined to be towed across a research station with little regard for its contents.

Poor Creatures (annrossier, 11k)

My name is Frank C. I’m forty years old and I’ve been a carer now for twenty years. That’s a long time to be a carer. When I meet new patients it comes as a shock to them that I even exist. Carers aren’t supposed to last, you see—and it hasn’t been easy to get where I am.

A Very Long Waiting (fitzier, 10k)

James will do his first jump when he is five years old. It happens when he is standing in the garden and the blooms make him sneeze, and as he opens his eyes he finds himself transported back to his room.

Yours Affectionately (annrossier, 3k)

My dearest James,

Altho’ you have yet to be an hour gone from our abode, I find that it is never too early to convey one’s affection for one’s own beloved.

lesson #1 (the terror rpf 🫣, 1k)

hey

can i comeover?

😏

tobias sees the notification just as he puts down his phone to have a look about his fridge.

The Request (ann ross, 1k)

In the end, it is James who hints that they be left alone. Anne had been perfectly willing to stay, to let her presence provide some measure of comfort to her husband at this time. But the slight shift in James’s mouth signals his intention, and with a sigh Anne rises to her feet.

tagging @brainyraccoons @kiingbooooo @ghosstkid @djsoliloquy @madnessandsmiles @soft-october-night @jkrockin @fortinbrasftw @wildcard47 @ripeteeth but only if you're inclined!

#meme #fic

[archangelsunited]

Fanfiction thing I have learned:

I can’t write a chapter and immediately post it, because my focus (not everyone’s focus, just my easily distracted brain’s) becomes on getting it done and not the more important things, like

a.) editing

b.) making sure the story flows from chapter to chapter.

c.) that I really enjoy writing stories

I think if I had tried to write Foul Redemption without having a significant portion started, I would have quit after two chapters (like the long list of fanfiction on my account). I was writing anon Star Wars fic (pwp 1k-2k wds) before posting and am still getting a lot of hits and kudos on them. FR has the most words I’ve posted in work and has the 2nd to last number of hits.

I have never had so much fun or joy posting anything like I have posting FR. For real, those peeps who open my story every time I post make me super excited.

Because I think my focus has changed from

What do you guys think? Or Congratulate me!

To

Look how much I love this! I am so happy to share how much I love this with you!

And it’s taken away a huge chunk of my anxiety- and I hope it will make me write longer and better, before I give up. My editing still sucks, but I’ve hit my stride.

Anyway! Those of you who read, thank you so much for enjoying it with me.

#may delete later #is this weird or revealing a bad part of my character? #anyway #growth*

[gay-vampire-with-a-violin]

it��s funny that u think we care. like… none of us r hiding our views. most of us have 1k+ followers. why do u think radfems wd actually come and argue w u. our posts r public so u can comment on them. u dont have to make an embarrassing post with 0 notes calling ppl out for… things they posted publicly?

i could literally not care less about the notes on that post. and i’m not trying to make it seem like y’all are hiding something. but what you’re doing is wrong. criticizing people for existing is wrong. we literally do not affect your lives. stop attacking us and maybe we’ll stop retaliating.

#asks #mine #the creature speaks

[postsofbabel]

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#posts of babel #screenreader unfriendly

[dragimalsdaydreams]

IMAGE ID UNDER THE CUT b/c it’s uhhhh a lil long, sorry.. there’s a lot of detail to cover in this one..

now u may be thinking, “Hey Ashley, didn’t you already start 2020 with fanart that riffed off the 1978 Watership Down prologue sequence, and now you’re doing the same thing again, a year later?” and to that I say sh. shhh. shh. I am allowed to draw another WD riff, as a treat

[IMAGE ID: 

a single piece of art with two panels-- a larger top panel, and a smaller bottom panel. the full piece is drawn in a style of flat shapes filled with solid blocks of color, and patterns which emphasize those shapes/silhouettes.

the first panel features Jonathan Sims, curled up defensively at the center of the panel while a menagerie of Entities reach towards his prone form from the borders-- not quite touching, but close. Jon appears here as a small, slight man with dark brown skin and darker hair. his hair is long, wavy, and streaked with grey, all pulled back into a loose ponytail. he’s got a patchy beard, and the scars he’s accumulated through s4 (worms holes on his face, knife scar on his neck, burned hand). his eyes are closed, and he’s got dark circles underneath. He’s wearing a dark green sweater, dark blue jeans, and simple loafers. the background underneath is a dark, dull purple, with a light purple gradient roughly painted around Jon.

the Entities around Jon are as follows, starting from the top and working clockwise:

a large hand reaches down, wicked-sharp claws curving smoothly from each digit, open and eager to catch. the base color is dark red, with yellow and brown patterns inside the hand-- notably daisy-like patterns centered on certain joints and the tips of the fingers

a patch of pure black drips from the corner of the frame, trailing ever closer to Jon. a few simple dots of white stars are scattered across the puddle, some with a single small ring circling the dot.

two long, dull white bones extend towards the center-- a femur at the frame of the panel, with a rib resting near the ball of the femur to extend the reach, deformed enough to curve out towards Jon. ropes of red/white muscles and tendons wrap haphazardly around these bones, barely holding them together. a few teeth are scattered in among the ropes of meat-- some incisors, some molars.

a long, spindly spider leg reaches towards Jon, ending in two pincer-like claws. the main color is bright purple, which darkens at each of the leg’s three visible joints and the claws. a few hairs dust the outline of the leg. two patches of light-silver webbing tie to the leg at two joints and one of the claws, carefully controlling its position and trajectory.

a white heart-monitor heartbeat line points straight towards Jon, the heartbeats growing smaller until they fully peter out near the center. a thicker, straight red line lays underneath the heartbeat line for emphasis.

roaring flames flicker up towards the center, just barely licking up underneath Jon and throwing out blackened embers. the base color of the flames is a bright yellow, while red and orange form central patterns.

layers of sediment stack upwards in jagged formations-- brown, spotty soil, tan sandstone, and striped grey granite alike.

a large silver knife strikes up towards Jon, contained only by the barbed wire tangled tightly around it. the handle of the knife is dark red, while the tip of the knife is covered in bright red blood, splashing out from the tip as it jabs.

a simple sky paints itself towards the center of the panel in brush-strokes of bright, clear blue, with pure white clouds floating merrily across the scene.

countless worms and maggots climb over each other in a frenzy-- a growing pile of mania and motion. some worms are a smooth and sickly silver-green, while the maggots are a segmented yellow-cream. a few tan/brown mushrooms also grow out from the pile.

a rickety arm reaches from out of frame-- a patchwork of multiple pieces of garishly-patterned cloth (purples, greens, oranges), roughly stitched over an arm frame that clearly doesn’t have the right joints or proportions. the hand at the end, however, is perfectly normal-- covered in a clean white glove and courteously offered out to Jon.

a trail of grey-white fog tumbles gently from the top corner, just barely reaching out with a thin wisp of mist.

a neon-green metal spike jabs down towards Jon, with a handful of smaller spikes extending from the main in haphazard directions, making for a hostile silhouette. the main frame is covered in simple posters and advertisements in various blinding colors (purple, orange, red, blue). a pair of red shoes hangs by the shoelaces from one of the smaller spikes, while white, wired earbuds drape limply over the main frame. (in retrospect this particular Entity isn’t as conceptually clear as I’d like, so if you’re confused, here’s an ask I answered about it)

fractals zig-zag their way towards the center, doubling back and curling around, but steadily reaching forwards. the base patterns are copied and layered over each other in offset positions like a distorted photo, all in different neon colors (yellow, magenta, light green).

the second panel features a close-up of Jon-- shoulders-up-- in the same position as before. now, however, his visible eye is wide open, framed in bright neon green, with an iris of the same color. behind him, the background is now dark green, while a huge eye with exaggerated lashes outlined in the same blinding green frames his head. Jon’s head is centered where this giant eye’s pupil/iris would be.

there is text across the full image-- dark green on top of a semi-transparent white background, overtop the image. the text is as follows:

first panel: All the world will be your enemy, Prince With a Thousand Enemies. And whenever they catch you, they will kill you.

second panel: But first they must Catch You.

the first sections of text frame the tops/bottom of the respective panels, but the last two words of the last sentence frame either side of Jon’s face in the second panel.

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#I FORGOT TO MAKE ROOM FOR THE TEXT I'M SO MAD I HAD TO COVER THINGS AAAAAAAA #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tma #magnuspod #watership down #I made sure the WD tag was the 6th tag so it hopefully doesn't show up in the tag... #I'm so sorry WD fans I bet half the fanart u get in there isn't even rabbits :( #1k club

[cloaked-saurosuchus]

No archive warnings apply, gen, 1,324 words, finished.

You were alone, in the middle of nothing. And then the human child appeared. aka the author just wants Chara and Gaster to be void narrator buddies.

So while I still work on the next Two Deaths chapter (moral of the story: never trust me when I give out time estimates), have this short, sweet and very lightly edited Chara & Gaster thing that has nothing to do with anything.

That's it, enjoy.

#undertale #chara #gaster #wd gaster #undertale fanfiction #fic update #motivation is a strange beast that keeps running away from me and then doing things I didn't even know it could do. #like making me write a 1k+ fic in 2nd person. in one day. what's going on.

[katribou]

you embarrassing piece of crap dad

#im lidderally breathless after this weeks ep i knew the wd arc would kill me but im barely surviving the first ep BRO #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #art #it's a t. hanos joke. #1k

[saltwaffle]

not like this joke hasn’t been done already

#steven universe #su spoilers #legs from here to homeworld #white diamond #white pearl #wd #my stuff #my art #su #1k #5k

[berenwrites]

Stranger Things Fanfic

All my Stranger Things fanfic posted here on Tumblr and on AO3 for those who prefer to read there. It's all Steddie - just can't help myself 🥰.

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded & Beyond - Steddie (COMPLETE) - ~57K wds - Teen (with mature options) - (on AO3 too)

Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Secret Lover: A Vampire Eddie Short - Steddie - ~1Kwds - Mature - (on AO3 too)

Vecna is dead and gone thanks to El and the party. Not all his creations are. Eddie is one of those creations. Everyone thinks he’s dead, but Steve knows better.

In His Kiss: The Trouble With Vampire Tendencies - Steddie - ~2.5K wds - PG13 - (on AO3 too)

Steve notices Eddie watching him, and it brings things he has been thinking about to a head. The only remaining question is, is he brave enough to take a chance?

So Sweet: Hard to Begrudge Love - Steddie - ~400 wds - G - (on AO3 too)

Tooth rotting Steddie fluff from Robin’s point of view.

Connections: Voice from the Other World - Steddie - ~2K wds - PG - (on AO3 too)

Steve hears Eddie voice in his head. At first he thinks it’s guilt, but that soon changes. Now all he needs to figure out is if it’s one of Vecna’s games or something else.

So Sorry: Through No Fault of His Own - Steddie - ~1.8K wds - PG - (on AO3 too)

Bad things have happened to Steve, but Eddie is there to help – only it’s not that simple.

Freaks: What the World Sees - Steddie - ~1K wds - PG - (on AO3 too)

The world knows a lot about famous guitarist and singer Eddie Munson, including things about his husband, but there is so much they don’t see as well.

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence - Steddie (IN PROGRESS) - chaptered - PG13 - ( Also on AO3)

Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, when Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #Tasha's Fanfic

[unicagem]

Look at… the PAWS…… biggo and smol……….

#brih #agu #me #cats #size? wd and steven. age? emerold and emerald. species? lion and cat steven. cosplay? duchess and berlioz #lmaooo #1k

[dhominis]

drunkblogging. Obvious CWs for alcohol use, brief mention of emesis. Also introspection.

(Until alcohol, I’d never experienced consciousness without rapid-fire dialectical barrages of thought.)

Until alcohol, I’d never experienced consciousness without rapid-fire dialectical barrages of thought. My experience of self is a constant stream of new topics and analysis and morally neutral whataboutism -- my brain is constantly sealioning -- nothing goes unexamined, though frequently poorly examined -- and I love it, I do, I enjoy existing as this self, but it never shuts up. Sleep: every night, at least half an hour (and generally more like an hour) of herding the thoughts into a little corner, telling the brain patiently parent-like no we’re not thinking right now we’re blank we’re pretending the whole world isn’t interesting --

Just this side of unsustainable. Every night; every minute of every day. It never shuts up. And the warnings about even mild alcohol intoxication -- drinking makes you stupid, doncha know? Until I started, I’d never understood the appeal of stupidity, but it makes sense. Not stupidity, but for once in my life, peace and quiet.

As much as I claim to hate my homeland, I sure drink like a native. Not beer, at least, there’s still that, but sizable quantities of liquor... the cheap stuff, shitty vodka that raises BAC fast. No lingering taste of hops. Low volume of liquid.

Sober, I cannot even aspire to unselfconsciousness. Even when it’s good. Successes I analyze to death: these are the actions I’ve taken, these are the aspects of my personality that contributed, these the environmental factors, these the key figures. This mind does meaning-making exceedingly well; this mind is beautiful but high-maintenance. I need people -- I need many friends, many mentors. I need polyamory, too. It is impossible for a single person to fulfill all of one role in my life. Except the self, because even if it’s impossible I have to; can’t have anyone fill in for me, for what I am to myself.

The mind is beautiful but the person, the I, the metacogniteur -- the self gets tired. When sober, at least.

Drunk I can listen to music and be engulfed. I can lie down and listen to a good song and that’s enough for the intoxicated mind. I can think, I can analyze, but it requires focus -- sober the base state is endless extrapolation of endless potentialities and eventualities and externalities. Drunk I can do this but not at as high a level, much slower, and only voluntarily. That’s the key; when drunk it’s voluntary. Sober a wide fast river filled with junk -- but not a river, a rushing estuary with the tide coming in --

I wasn’t sober while writing this post, though likely you’ve already picked up on that (or not? theory of mind goes downhill too). After two or three drinks, inhibition begins to plummet and my brain quiets a bit. Right now I’ve had... well, not two or three. More like four or five before starting to write, and more in the process. Excess, probably -- not something I indulge in often (two or three typically is enough for stress reduction, for sleep), but enough to be confident in saying excess. Enough to be drunk, and enough so that cognition is entirely unintrusive when I’m not trying to bring it to the surface. (When the self isn’t trying, rather. Good and accurate to think of I as instead the self.) Enough nausea I’ve been careful to ensure I have a suitable receptacle for vomiting... and that safeguard took a few minutes to put in place, but cognition still works when I’m drunk, just slower.

Slower. Usually I’ve got a sublime mismatch between the speed the brain is built to handle and the speed at which the consciousness moves. The quasireligious quasipsychotic experiences in which this brain specializes, those local maxima in meaning-making, they’re absent when the cognition of the self is impaired.

A hypothetical counterfactual billboard on one of my beloved Midwestern highways, right next to a warning of eternal damnation: Budweiser. Neurotoxicity you can trust. Not a real ad but not unrealistic. I don’t trust my homeland’s culture. Is this bad, though? Unhealthy? More unhealthy than my baseline?

Not a question I can answer. Yet. Probably yes, I know, but even so I’ll give it a while before [I decide|the self decides]. I don’t do this often and on both sides of the family there’s a history of alcoholism and other abuses of psychotropics. One parent uses (both use, if we’re being a bit more lenient) alcohol for purposes more related to coping than to enjoyment. In writing this: frequently I must backtrack, fix typos. It’s difficult. Accurate and coherent text is easy, usually, for me. This is (I think) coherent, if concerning in style and content, but this limited coherence required as much editing as my poor poisoned frontal lobe can take. The posting is more impulsive; generally when I present a facet of myself to any sort of public, it’s after quite a bit of deliberation.

Motor function is impaired. I am past the point of caring. So what if I struggle to stand? So what if the speech is slurred? Those traits shouldn’t be stigmatized, after all. (The willing induction of them should be, maybe -- the sober self would find that a patently convincing argument but the current self doesn’t care quite enough to find it even slightly compelling. Luckily the sober self is the one that makes that initial decision to imbibe.) And the brain is for once cooperative, it has at least shut up, the constant stream of thoughts has slowed to a trickle or even when lucky to a void vacant gully, a streambed. And so even if the body’s movements are fluid and unpredictable, I always have cared more about cognition than about motion. This I need, now.

There should, I know, be general takeaways from this disjointed painstaking impaired sequence of word-vomit... a gully filled less with void than with a heavingly toxic efflux, an unusually unselfconscious ejection of an overly verbose teen’s inner monologue. This is what it sounds like, in my brain; imagine not being able to step back. Imagine not being able to close the tab! Read this aloud to yourself and imagine it never shutting off, imagine whatever inner voice comes most naturally reading this aloud. This will, reader, last the rest of your natural life. Except when drunk.

I know later I’ll think this is stupid and overwrought and likely I’ll be right. Maybe. Either way it’s off-topic. The high-effort subset of the intoxicated self says I should search for takeaways and for once it took effort to ask myself that question...  and that’s useless effort, even, because I don’t know. Likely I’ll regret this disclosure in the morning.

Sober I find it easy to conclude a train of thought; the end of a sober monologue ties everything together. My text output isn't good, not always, but there’s always a conclusion. Usually that’s very important to me, connecting the style to the substance, ending well. Now, drunk and exquisitely slow and stupid, public presentation and infosec and narrative and ending well are orders of magnitude less important than that old joke. You know the joke or at least you should. Takeaway: what’s the difference between ignorance and apathy?

I don’t know and I don’t care.

#okay to reblog #I am more okay than this implies #(it is Just Like Me to try to write a brief thing but in fact produce >1k wds introspection!) #(I don't have the insight to say rn but it's also Just Like Me to [while drunk] present current insights as representative of general mood!) #fair warning: may delete this later #original post #news from meatspace #you will not want to come back #emetophobia cw #personal cw #alcohol cw