#GOD FUCKING DAMIT

[randomfansstuff]

glenn is about to reunite with nick (whos now nick foster) and i dont think i can handle that im about to throw up start crying roll around on the ground

#HIS BOY IS GONE #HE SPEND 18 YEARS IN A FUCKING PRISON CELL #AND NOW HIS SON ISNT HIS SON ANYMORE BECAUSE OF SOME FUCKING DICE #im so distraught #jodie i love you but GODDAMIT #GOD FUCKING DAMIT #FUCK #I LOVE THIS PODCAST #dndads #dndads s1 #glenn close #nick foster #nick close #IM GONNA TAG BOTH HES STILL A CLOSE IN MY HEART #jodie foster #dndads spoilers

[esmecatrealm]

FUCKING HELL AZERAPHEL YOU IDIOT ARG FUCKING HELL

#WHHHYYYY #good omens #aziraphale #GOD FUCKING DAMIT

[yenoodlethings]

I reached the fucking daily like limit!! But! I'm not done liking things!!!!

#rambles #god fucking damit

[stub-balls]

helppppp😭😭

bro i already knew i wasnt good but the fact that I was bored so I made A SHY GUY OC! dam I'm on another level😭😭😭

#super mario #shy guy #GOD FUCKING DAMIT #😭😭😭😭😭 #I WAS JUST GONNA DRAW BUTTERS AND I FUCKING TURNED INTO A FUCKING SHY GUY #DEFBGYNYTHNJUIHJN^T&R$%^&TGHY

[robofile]

Getting actualy nervous I may have caught covid again

#r0b7 #god fucking damit #whatever it is im sick

[bluepriestess]

“Save a horse, ride a cowgirl”

#art by alexis #courier summer #courier six #lone wanderer #Cowgirl #Cowboy #fallout oc #fallout 3 oc #fallout new vegas oc #fnv oc #ok I changed some of the colors from the wip I posted #I FORGOT ALL HER LIGHT SCARS AGAIN GOD DAMIT #😩😩😩 god #fuck it whatever lol #fc ranch

[hirokari]

...

ha.

haha.

hahaha

i won the 50/50 at 30 pity

...on my american server account

FUCK

WHY XIAO

WHY THE FUCK XIAO

anyways this means my account is built enough to play with dear kya :DD

#♪ mari rants! #FUCK YOU XIAO #GOD FUCKIGN DAMIT #♪ angel kya! 🌸 #♪ mooties!

[the-tea-moth]

theres cockroaches in my classroom :(( and theyre coming v close from my seat anf my seatmate doesnt want to change seats gIRL PLEASE

#my teacher told me to inform the deputy director #so i first went to the preceptor #they sent me to the janitors #and the janitors sent me to the deputy ofc #but WHERE was the deputy was the question #hes in the other half of the school #so. when he comes to this half he'll check #i went back to ny classroom like 2 times #and the teacher said #'ohh cant u look for the deputy? #with ur sweetness u will convince him to come🥺'' #god fucking damit ma'am #the tea moth talks

[ray-of-midnight-storm]

I’m gonna throw up if I dream another dream about school I’m not fuckin kidding.

For the past few weeks I’ve been dreaming school or sum fuck up bull shit like hurricanes, tsunamis, me having panic attacks and so on.

I can’t fuckin take it anymore, school starts in like 10 days and I know it’s gonna hurt Like a bitch.

(Can someone please figure out what’s up with my dreamin?)

#if you hate school and you know it clap your hands #I don’t got no friends… what the fuck am I gonna do? be miserable? I mean prolly but god damit #school #weird dreams

[aggressively-crying]

x

#for the lobe of fucking god dont let me get fired oh my god icant lose this job #please please please fuck it shouldnt have been my task to begin with i dont know how the stupid safe works and im not supposed to #im omlysupposed to do the grubt work what the fuck #god fucking damit i cant afford to get fired #not like this NOT like this FUCK #delete later #vent #panicky bullshit #i hate dread

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Northern attitude

Previous chapter

a/n I welcome you to the second part for more Sugar and Ghost. Did I have a right to form attachment to these two in two chapters? No. But here I am. Enjoy.

summary: mission gone bad, feels a little like enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort sort of goodness.

warnings: blood, wounds, needles, death, hospitals, IV's, vomiting, trauma... I think that's all...

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"Keep the chest compressions going", the female voice filled the space that now seemed as buzzing as the actual hospital room. Not that any of them truly had been in the midst of it all. But army hospitals, especially while on the move, could and did get chaotic at times. "You'll need another shot of adrenaline", a calm and collected tone instructed. Gaz looked into Soap's eyes, who has been ramming at your heart for some time now. The two males nodded at one another. "Coming in 3 2 1", Gaz called out as they switched for only a heartbeat or two. Soap's hand left your chest, while Gaz aimed the needle right toward your left shoulder.

Simon felt as if he was in a daze. In one of his nightmares, maybe. Yeah, maybe that's what it was. One of his nightmares where he was aware that he was in his mind traps. Yet he didn't recall what had happened after he started shaking your body. Who pulled you out of his arms? Who pushed him to the side?

"Go back to stimulating the heart, Johnny. Hum, while you're at it", Ghost knew that voice now that his brain had granted him a moment of clarity. Eleanor Price's wife was a medic and a woman not ready to give up on her adoptive daughter. Desperate and ready to do anything. Make the four basic medical knowledge-baring males do everything they can so her baby girl will come back home. Come home, but not in a casket. Simon had no clue who even dialed her number. The phone was used for emergencies only. They were strictly advised not to use it until it was a life-or-death situation. The call had to be directed straight to the base. Eleanor wasn't at the base. But somehow, that made Simon calmer. He was happier that it was her and not some careless idiot in charge.

"You need to start the drip", another desperate order filled the space. "I can't, El,", Price said, running a hand through his face in frustration. "John, for fuck sake, you've done it before. Put it in her hand, the palm; don't go full vein, but do it damit", that was the first time Simon caught onto her voice, quivering. For a split second, her cool doctor mask had slipped, making Price clench his jaw so tight that his voice was barely a groan. "Eleanor", he breathed. "Keep humming, Soap," she barked at the man now responsible for pumping your heart, ignoring her husband. And Soap did. His humming grew louder. I got a pocket—a pocket full of sunshine echoing from the walls, accompanied by his thick Scottish accent—now that he too was under lots of stress.

Gaz ran back into the main room with the pouch full of liquid. "Got it", he said breathlessly. "Good, you see that there are two different colored liquids?", Gaz nodded too overstimulated to realize that Eleanor could not see him. "There is", Price said for him. "Good, bend it. It needs to mix, then start the drip, or so help me, God, I will never forgive you, John".

Maybe not a nightmare. Maybe a bad movie. One Ghost hoped he would forget eventually. He just sat there. While everything buzzed around him. For the very first time, he felt helpless. That was a lie. He had only felt helpless that night. The night when all of the people he loved got slaughtered. The night he was forced to lock the last bits of his humanity away. To promise himself that no one would ever get close to him. He would not make friends. He would never fall in love. But here he was. Your blood was still all over him. Simon's hands were tinted. Permanently tinted. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience. He knew this was happening, but a part of him kept on screaming that this was not real and couldn't be. That fate wouldn't be so cruel. Yes, Ghost wasn't a good man, but selfishly, he was sure that after all that he had been through, his debts had to be paid off by now.

Ghost didn't know why, but his brain took him back to the base. The room you two shared. Did he hate it at first? Yes. But you brought peace. You brought life. His room was bland and colorless. Now, with your posters and books, plants, and fucking throw blankets, it felt like living there was intensional. Like you, and only you had to return there. And that was important to Simon. He cared about it. Cared about you even if his snarling demeanor wouldn't let it show.

There were nights when he would find you passed out with your book in your hands. The hardcover digging into your neck. It was not enough to hurt, but it sure had to be uncomfortable. Simon had stood there for a solid ten minutes, the first time it had happened, just watching your slumbering frame. He turned around and went about his nightly routine. He had gone and laid down in his bed. But only a handful of moments later, he was out, crossing the white line. He had gently pulled the book from your skin, using your pen to mark the page you were on. Pulling the blanket over your shoulders because the base got rather cold at night. He told himself that he couldn't allow a soldier on his team to get sick because manpower was crucial, but deep down, he knew that any other lad could be freezing his balls off for all he cared. It was you. You were the main factor in this equation. There was something even back then that didn't sit well with him when it came to you not being well.

"It's bleeding, Eleanor", John's desperate voice filled Ghost's mind, and it was like his systems had been restarted. His eyes darted toward the table. Onto John's slumped shoulders as he fidgeted with the needle. Simon jumped up. He rounded the table to push John's hand off as he reached for the tape, repositioning the very tip of the needle before securing it in place. "You need to keep it stable", Eleanor's voice rang out. "Simon just did it", John breathed out. The room stilled for a moment. They were running out of things they could do to keep you alive. To keep you with them. Ghost held onto your hand. He hoped that everyone would take it as just him making sure that your skin wasn't puffing up, indicating that the incision was done incorrectly. And none of the men, sweaty and mentally exhausted, would have said anything. But Eleanor did.

"Simon, you're okay, sweetheart?", It was so soft. Too soft. She should be yelling. Simon was responsible for what had happened here. Maybe even more, because he should have ripped all the doors that separated him from you. Should not have followed everyone into the safe house. "She will fight; you know it; you stay strong for her. She needs you", Ghost bit onto his cheeks, feeling the taste of iron filling his mouth. He had met Eleanor a couple of times. The woman was an angel. How John had landed her was beyond him, but she was exactly what you had been for the team. A breath of fresh air. Some days when everyone was off duty, she would ring up everyone, inviting them for a barbecue at her and Price's shared home. "Positive", Ghost breathed out, yanking the wall of steel back up. He couldn't let himself feel it. Not here. Not now.

"Her chest", Soap's two words were enough to shift the focus back to the table. His big eyes looked between the rest of his team and the women on the living room table. "Soap", Eleanor's voice carried both worry and hope. "It's moving, she's...", Johnny's voice died down, only to be overshadowed by Eleanor's once more, "Count her pulse for me; tell me if it's steady enough". No one breathed for a moment, as if afraid to chase it away. As if they inhaled too much oxygen themselves, there would not be enough for you. A minute passed. Two. Three.

"Yeah", Johnny breathed, "It's steady. Weak but... but...", a sob slipped past his lips, followed by a cry from Eleanor. Gaz sank to his knees, his chest heavy, as he tried to catch his breath. John moved past them all, rushing towards the side door. But the distance between him and the room wasn't big enough for the rest of them to not hear him heaving. "Fucking hell, Bonnie, you just took ten years of my life", Soap carefully ran his hand over your leg, his head falling back as the quiet tears continued to flow. "Keep a watch on her for me, boys", Eleanor sniffled from the other side. Simon leaned over. His face pressed into your side as he tried to keep his tears at bay. Not even for a moment letting go of your hand.

That was three weeks ago. They had managed to keep you alive for two days in that house. Two days. Finally, transportation from the base was provided to get all of them out of there. The doctors had told them straight to the face that what they had been doing was God's work. They were the reason you were still breathing. But even under the unfaltering gaze of the base doctors, Ghost still couldn't shake the feeling of you slipping away.

Simon was down in the medical wing every day. Some days, he stood for hours in the corner of the room. Some days, he pulled himself a chair and sat by your side. It was the nights that were the hardest, though. Because now all Ghost saw was you. All he felt was a lack of your presence. If he did manage to slip into a restless sleep, he would be up in no time. Sweaty and panting. He would reach for his hoodie as he moved through the quiet hallways to get to you.

"Debrief starts at five", Soap's head popped into the hospital room. Making Ghost stutter on the last words that he was reading as he slowly lowered one of your books to his lap. Most of his mornings looked the same. Quick shower. Breakfast if he was up for it. Your hospital room. Training. Back to your hospital room. Days when he had to be in meetings or debriefs were the ones he hated the most. That meant he had to be away from you for longer than he was willing. "Copy", he said sternly, eager to at least finish the page he was on. And even more so, hoping that Soap would go away. Simon had nothing against the guy. Out of everyone, he liked Johnny the most. The two had a similar sense of humor, and working together never felt like a never-ending nightmare. Just the Scot talked a lot. At times, it was fun, and Simon's ever-running brain benefited from it. But there were times, like now, when he wished that the man would get the message and go his own way. "Ain't my place to say this, but...", the door cracked open a bit more, "I'm sure that she loves that you're here", Simon was so glad that his back was turned to Soap because he was sure that he would be able to see his face falter. Fingers grinning at the book just a bit tighter. "Copy, Soap, you can go", Ghost's tone was more than unamused. He didn't want to break in front of any of them. The safe house had already been a dead giveaway of how Simon felt when it came to you. And he didn't want anyone to know anything else. "And she...", Soap started once more, but Ghost just lifted his hand up, making all sounds die down. "Copy", Simon said thickly through his teeth. He knew that it was selfish to push everyone away like that. You two were also friends. Close ones at that. Simon knew that Soap loved you. He had a front-row ticket to watch that after the mission went south. But he just couldn't. Couldn't do it now. When the door quietly kicked shut, Simon let out a sigh, his eyes darting towards the clock on the wall. He had to go, even if he didn't want to.

"I'll be back", he muttered softly, placing the book on the little table by your bed. "Will finish reading that book for you later", Ghost reached his hand out, softly running his fingers over your forehead, lingering touches stretching out for longer than they should. "You sleep well, Sugar", he breathed out, leaning in to place a kiss on the side of your head and stilling right beside you as he let himself listen to the sound of your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. And he was pulling away, running a hand through his face before he walked out of the room.

Ghost barely said a word in the debrief. When Kate asked for his input, the man shrugged his shoulders and said, "You read my report; you know my thoughts". Was the upper management getting fed up with him at this point? Most definitely. Yet no one managed to put the lack of everyone's involvement against them. Most of the base had been rather quiet when they wheeled you through the corridors, almost lifeless. And yes, the key thing was not to get emotionally attached. Teammates came and went, but everyone knew just as well how tight everyone in this group was. Or came to realize that with the four men following the doctors in one quick stride.

"Ghost", Price's voice yanked Simon back to the meeting room. An almost empty meeting room at that. "A word alone in my office", the captain said, only waiting for a head nod before walking away. Simon followed suit. He knew there was no other option. "Eleanor said you didn't call her back", John mused, reaching for the lighter as he puffed out smoke. Ghost's face stayed blank as he muttered, "I didn't see the call". That was a lie. He did. And there was more than one. Simon just couldn't pick up. The same way he couldn't watch the way Price's wife had sobbed in her husband's chest when they had just returned. The guilt was too much. The sight of her sobbing only made Simon think that it was over. An hour. Maybe two. And your body will be in the bag. Stored away in the cold room.

"Simon", John snapped his hand in front of Ghost's eyes, making the male blink a couple of times. "Is that all, sir?", his voice was grim. Even Simon was struggling to recognize himself. John frowned, "Don't you sir me, boy", a warning finger was jabbed into Simon's chest. A moment of silence. A deep exhale. "Her vitals are getting better. She will pull through", Price said softly, clapping Ghost's shoulders, but the man simply shook his head and said, "You don't know that". And it's like that's all Price needed to realize where the stem of all of this denial was rooted. "I called the shots there. It's on me, not you", the captain said firmly, that same warning finger now pointing directly at his chest. Neither of them said anything else afterward. They just stood there. Eyes burning into each other.

Price's eyes narrowed for a moment before he muttered, "Do you like her? My, Sug, do you like her?", the question threw Simon off the hilt. He didn't expect it here. Now. It wasn't supposed to be discussed here. Like that. And my Sug... Fucking hell. It was his captain's daughter Simon was falling for. Biological or not, she was still a daughter. And for the first time, did he realize how much shit this could bring you both? Maybe it was one-sided even. But the way you held onto him. Your touch. Simon had never been touched so tenderly in his life. And what's more, for the very first time, he didn't want to pull away. "Because if you play...", Price's tone shifted completely as he spoke his words, and Ghost cut him off quickly, "Positive. I do... I like her". John simply nodded at his words, making Simom mimic his movements. The older male scratched his chin before waving Simon away, and he didn't waste a minute before turning away. He'll deal with the potential consequences later on.

Simon was almost out the door when a voice stopped him. "Simon", Price called out once more, making the soldier turn back, "I expect you to mow my lawn in the summer". A strange, warm sensation filled Simon's chest as he looked at the man in front of him, smiling as he puffed out another cloud of smoke. Ghost lets himself linger for a heartbeat more before he closes the door, heading towards the medical wing once more.

"I also overwatered your succulent", Simon said quietly as he looked out of the window in your room. The rest of the team had slowly turned the little, awfully sterol-looking room into a somewhat comfortable place. Or at least a place that screamed less about the inevitable outcome they all feared the most. A plush blanket. Some of your books. A night lamp in the shape of a duck. That was a gift from Soap. Was it slightly questionable? Yes. But everyone dealt with this in their own way, so if bringing you a light-up duck made Soap happy in some way, so will it be.

"I bought you a new one, but... still felt like you should know", Simon continued. He was doing this a lot. Way too much. Maybe? Ghost wasn't sure what was normal or not at this stage. Yet he couldn't help but feel that you would be sitting there with an eyebrow lifted at the number of words he was sharing. One thing everyone knew was that Ghost didn't speak unless it was necessary. Some called it arrogance. Others said that that was just his cold demeanor. The truth was, no one truly stopped to listen or cared for Simon for most of his life. So he got used to it. But talking to you, at least now, made him feel lighter. Besides the reading he did here, Simon also went over meetings with you. A part of him didn't want you to feel left out. Not that your unconscious body cared, but... if you could hear him. He wanted you to feel involved. Then there were an endless amount of stories about how and who had pissed him off that day.

"I...", Ghost's voice dies down as he turns back to face you. You looked like a doll laid neatly on the sheets. They have moved the IV out today. Nothing more but a heart monitor left running. Eleanor had no doubt been here while he was in the debrief because your hair had been brushed. Simon let out a sigh as he pulled a chair for himself, quickly shrugging off his gloves.

"You know, you caught my attention the moment I saw you", his hand hovered above yours for a moment. He didn't trust himself to touch you. What if he harmed you in some way? What if he triggered a negative reaction? "Fucking hell, did you keep us on your toes", Ghost shook his head, "I took it for granted. I'd do anything to see you striding past the main entrance once again". Simon let his head fall over your stomach. Oddly enough, that was the only time that his head seemed to work these days. Taking a deep breath, Simon let the feeling of your body slowly ground him. You're here. With him. He can hear your heart beating. Your body is no longer cold. You even have some of your color back. He can...

A sudden rustling of the sheets makes every single muscle in Simon's body seize. For a moment, he can't even hear his own heart as he stays as still as he can. One heartbeat. Another. Nothing. Devastation rushes through him. He had gotten so sensitive to the sounds in this room. A gentle hand caresses his scalp, and Simon jerks away.

Blinking rapidly, only to find your half-hooded eyes open. Looking right back at him. "No", Simon muttered, fully convinced that his lack of sleep had finally gotten the best of him. He doesn't move away, but he digs the back of his palm into his eyes. "Simon...", and it's barely a whisper. So weak still, but it's there, and... Simon's shoulders quiver. There's no sound. Not a single hick-up, but you know.

Every single part of your body feels as if it's on fire. The room is dim, but gods, it's still too bright for your sensitive eyes. Yet you can't take your eyes away from the man drowning in his own emotions right next to you. You carefully reach out for him, muscles soar from the lack of movement. Brushing your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. You have no idea how long you've been out, but you've heard him talking. Soothing the anxiety of being trapped in nothing but darkness.

"Si", You breathe out once more, trying to tug at his wrist softly. Wanting nothing more than to see his eyes once again. Simon gives in instantly, the tears soaking his mask. You try to wipe some of them away, but his fingers wrap around your frail wrist. For a second, you are convinced that he will push you away, but he does quite the opposite. With both of his palms, Simon presses your hand into his cheek. Leaning into your touch.

"You died... I held you," he says through heavy breaths, pulling at your heart, "You... the blood". You shake your head slowly. "Look at me", you say softly, coughing slightly. At the feeling of your dry throat, Simon is out of the chair, lifting the water jug to pour you a glass before carefully cradling your head as he helps you take a couple of sips. That's enough to chase some of the big emotions away. Enough to give time for Ghost to pull the iron mask back on, but his eyes still glisten.

"I'm here, aren't I?", you whispered, "That pink rug was too appealing to give up", you joke slightly, and it's enough to make Ghost let out somewhat of a chuckle. "You don't have to die to buy a rug for our room", Simon says, head turning to look at the monitor as if waiting to see something that would still prove to him that this wasn't happening. "You look like shit, LT. Losing sleep over a girl doesn't look good on you", you mutter, and Simon lets out a dry huff. "Because I'm a decent bloke, I won't comment on how you look", you let out a gasp in return, and that nearly sent him flying off his chair because the man is on such high alert that anything rings danger bells in his head now. "I'm okay, just trying to be dramatic with you", you say, squeezing his hand softly, trying to get him to calm down once more. Silence falls. Not an uncomfortable one. One that fully captures the shared amount of words running through both of your minds.

"I heard you, you know? Kind of pissed that you think that Jack deserved to get his heart broken," Simon snorts, running his fingers through his hair. His shoulders droop. All of the adrenaline that's been keeping him upright is finally wearing off. Leaving him feeling heavy and weak. "Should I get the others? Price would...", Ghost breathed, turning to get up, but you grabbed onto his hand quickly. "I just want you right now", you muttered straight away, realizing how dumb and desperate that sounded, "If you don't mind".

Simon scoffed, "Sugar, I sat here for three weeks begging for all the holy things that you would pull through", You bit your lip at his words. You knew that he did. You felt him. Heard him. Smelled him. He had been your lifeline all this time. "If I could, I would pull rank to get myself off duty so I could sit here till you fully recover", Ghost says, rolling his eyes, now doubtful at everyone who has been up his ass for not attending every single meeting. You smile at him weakly, feeling the little bits of your energy slowly giving out. Yet you still muster what's left of it to move your head up so you could run your fingers beneath Simon's eyes, where the darkest tired bags screamed about the lack of sleep he was getting.

"Get in bed," You tap the side next to you softly. You have no idea how you both will fit here, but you can't watch him practically fall asleep by your side. He had already spent way too many nights in that tiny plastic chair. "Shouldn't we at least go on a date first?", Simon jokes, making your cheeks grow crimson, and you're convinced that they are a dead giveaway of how you are feeling. "Oh, fuck you...", you huff, trying to frown, but the smile that tugged at your lips was too strong. "Lay with me, so you could sleep. So we both could sleep", you say once more, not letting go of his hand. With the size of this man, the bed will get crampy. But you didn't care. You needed to feel him close. To just know that he was with you. Fully. As if reading your mind, Simon got up, climbing into the bed from your good side. Making sure your uninjured shoulder was pressed against him.

"Is this okay?", he said after a moment of you two moving around to find a comfortable position for the two of you. "You can wrap your hands around me; you don't have to lay there like a log", you chuckled, tugging at his sleeve and urging him to cling onto you the way you were clinging to him. Ghost chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your head. Your hand instantly moves up to cradle the side of his masked face. The feeling of the soft material soothing to your senses. "I fucking missed you", Ghost breathed after a moment of silence. Fingers running up and down your back. You slowly peeled your eyes open, fighting the tiredness just for a heartbeat longer. Meeting his soft eyes as looked down at you. "I missed you too, Simon. Been missing you since the moment I saw you", you smiled softly, turning to press a loving kiss on his chest, right over his heart, before you lay your head back, listening to the steady drumming.

#simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #cod x you #cod imagine

[rando360ina03]

A normal day~!

BIANCA: Sinclair I think your, GIRLFRIEND JUST BURNED XAVIER'S SHACK DOWN!

Enid looking at the crime scene with heart eyes

Enid: she looks beautiful doing it *smiles

BIANCA: Jesus fucking crist you are both insane

Bianca slaps herself on the face

Enid still looking at her gf: you think *smiles

Bianca : God damit! and your self aware

Bianca proceeds to slap herself on the face again

#wenclair #netflix wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #bianca barclay #wednesday 2022 #lgbtq #wednesday incorrect quotes #xavier thorpe

[thebibliosphere]

Sometimes, usually, when I’m struggling mentally with something, and the brain weasels take hold, I worry that I don’t actually have ADHD and somehow manipulated my therapist into giving me a diagnosis because I’m an evil, trash person who needs a cover for being a lazy piece of shit who just needs to try harder.

Then I catch myself making gluten-free waffles because I was hungry and found out there was only one left in the freezer. So I break out all the ingredients to make gluten-free waffles, and I realize, hey, this leaves me with enough eggs to make meringues; I should make those too while I’m dirtying up the kitchen, and so I can throw this egg carton away. It’d be a shame to waste the egg yolks, though, so I should probably make custard too. I can turn it into ice cream for later. I should clean the ice cream machine while the waffle iron heats up. Oh, hey, that's where my glasses went. Oh, you know what, I should leave the masa out and make tortilas for dinner...

Meanwhile on the other side of the kitchen unattended:

Id: a gif of a cluttered kitchen. From left to right a medium-sized milk pan sits on the stove; a faint glow underneath indicates that the burner is on. Next to it a medium bowl sits with a whisk handle protruding over the lip. Next to that a red kitchen stand mixer is in mition, whisking the contents of a stainless steel bowl. Beside that an even larger bowl sits with a spatula protruding from the top; it appears to be filled with batter. On the far right next to the sink a waffle iron steams gently. End id.

Buy Joy, someone will likely ask, what about the waffle in the freezer? Did you get food?

Ahaha. No. No, I did not.

Did I get distracted thinking about making this post instead of getting a snack even after realizing this?

... God fucking damit.

#adhd #adult adhd #food mention #executive dysfunction

[analog-cottage-gore]

NEW VIDEO. YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS.

It's less an analysis and more just. Me screaming. Spoilers for WTDW Intermission under the cut!

Why is Wiatt being more sensible about watching the video than Damien. But also. How have they not figured out anyone's identities yet-

CARLY!!!!!!! I am very normal about her I swear /lying

He fucking hates his life.

I forgot why I thought this was important before I remembered her face and- I'm sorry I just think she's neat-

XAVIER WHY ARE YOU HERE. WHY ARE YOU CRYPTIC. WHY SIR. WHY.

"Who taught you that word?!" Xavier she's 13 calm down.

this image is so pretty!!!! The whole vibes of this scene are just great tbh

Sir. Sir how long have you been there-

One, the colors in this scene are great

Two, emergency plan for if we need to switch between Eric and Ribbon immediately/j

This whole sequence is <3

NOT THE FUCKING LADYBUG-

...

AUGH-

Carly. Carly I love you. BUT NO.

...drama queen-

She does not believe him for one second but is to tired to care rn.

GOD DAMIT SARA

I took a video of me messing in my editing software but it won't work :(

DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT FUCKING LOOK MISTER-

Yeah. Yeah fair.

Can you stop fighting for one FUCKING SECOND-

Oliver's looking better at least, but where should they look. Don't fucking cut him off WHERE-

This scene. All of it. Amazing.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw

[entititeled-cruel-cursed-broken]

#my polls #the fall of the house of usher #camille l'espanaye

[comfymoth]

Soo a explanation on why i think being a nidere warewolf would be the worst thing that could heppen to you in ordem paranormal universe (in canon!)

Sooo starting small, the basic warewolf transformation would be catastrophic, imagine the pain of your flash bein inverted? All nideres have a open sthomic imagine having to deal with that? (I mean it would cure it self since nidere's healing is very op tbh)

But what gets me is nidere being a death element creature, the element of death has two main things going for it, the spiral of the passage of time, time is like THE main theme for death and also the parasitic nature of the element, so this lycanthropy (in ordem canon) would be SUPER parasitic taking your sanity in every moment you transform AND the time aspect makes me INSANE

Because like 1 second is 1 hour and three months are 3 decades to the element of death, nidere literally has an ability that can rot your flash god damit! (Ps: is not AS op as it sounds in therms of game mecanics but bare with me) so how long the transformation lasts? Like it could be 1 hour but feel like décades, imagine seeing poor emi being a monster for 1 hour and the transforming back like a 20 year old that lost her youth?

ALSO!!! How can you be só sure you just wont bacame a other side creature? Lite a warewolf nidere is basicly a person that is one step away form being a monster 100% so their only hope is somebody doing their enigma do medo and killing them

Sorry for being angsty and kinda spoiling a au that ware supposed to be cute tho, i have s severe ordem brain rot so i just wanted to put in perspective in canon in my head

OHHH HOLY SHIT……. mannn would that be fucked up or What!!!!

see, my original plan was to just make nidere a plain old werewolf instead of, well, nidere, and i think i might still end up making some changes to him/blending the two for simplicity— but like. thinking about how bad it Could be if i didn’t and just stuck with canon. man that’s fucking insane, holy SHIT!!

god i fucking love the sanity rules though, i definitely want to do something like that with this au. like, i think nidere in this universe is a person who’s lost themself— he’s practically just a monster at this point, there’s little to no human mind left. and whoever he bit just has to live with the fear of wether or not that will happen to them eventually. is it inevitable? or is there a way to hold on?

#opq #opq werewolf au