#brain barf

[ena-113]

Humans can be heard yelling from one of the bedrooms. An alien crewmate, nicknamed Bob, goes to check it out, fearing the worst.

"plus 4, Uno."

"you bitch!"

the humans are gathered in a circle on the ground with colorful cards. one of them notices him.

"oh hey Bob, wanna join us? we're playing Uno."

Bob shakes his head and backs out of the room carefully.

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part2

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#my first contribution to #humans are space orcs #brain barf #not beta read #non linear narrative #humans are space capybaras #humans are space badgers #humans are space raccoons #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are confusing #humans are scary

[the-lavender-clown]

Random brain barf of a scene post movie in the Shades of Purple au

“You’ve got to stop doing this to me kiddo…” he said as he held his son’s still hand.

Too often lately he feels like he’s been in this exact situation, worrying himself sick over Donnie and his “adventures”. First with that “Shredder” beast when he had agreed to help his unknowing brothers with their battle and again several months later when the beast had come back. Each time was agonizing but somehow this was the worst.

He understood why Donnie was doing these things and he was proud of his little boy but he was just that.

His little boy.

His little boy that was now laying before him with the longest list of injuries yet. What he wouldn’t do to go back to bandaging skinned knees and paper cuts instead of oozing wounds on his poor shell.

Running his hand over Donnie’s knuckles he looks up as Kendra and Jason sit on Donnie’s other side. His daughter’s face is painted in a deep scowl, one he knows is just a mask to push back her tears, as tightly clenched fists rest on her lap. His other son is much more somber, anxiety and concern clearly displayed on his face for all to see, matching the one his mother could be seen wearing, yet seeing as he could do nothing about it he had no choice but to sit and wait for something to happen. They had been like this since they were all reunited after that invasion, both coping with the latest turn of events in their own ways.

Donnie had been in and out of consciousness for days now, partially due to all the drugs he was currently on but also because of the injuries themselves that he had sustained.

And to think, Donnie had actually gotten off somewhat easy compared to his twin. Even so, they were still worried about the possibility of brain damage— and didn’t that thought alone terrify him. Whatever diagnosis they did received would likely change their lives drastically.

It wasn’t fair.

One thing was for sure however. When all four of these kids are on the road to recovery you better believe they will be having a talk about everything.

He’s not going through this a fourth time…

#lav’s aus #brain barf #shades of purple au #ficlet #does this count as a drabble?? #rottmnt #rottmnt ficlet #rottmnt au #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt oc #it’s just Raymond #post movie #rottmnt movie #writer #fanfic author

[1st-lil-poet]

{I’m finally 16!!!}

You know what that means…right? I can legally drive a fricking car now!



#brain barf #my birthday #announcement #but i still need a driver license

[thezombiesemperor]

What I love most about living in a small Canadian city is that we all remember each other.

I forgot my bus pass at home but the bus driver told me to get on anyway because she knew I had one.

The cashier at the Metro who works the morning shift will give me the chance to grab fresher produce if she thinks what I grabbed is over ripe.

The guy at Tim's knows my usual order and will start it when he sees me come in.

There's two girls who prefer the front middle seats on the bus. So I sit in them with my bag until just before their stop so that it stays free.

It's not a perfect city. But I do enjoy the little pleasures it offers me.

#brain barf

[your-local-towering-giant]

remember kids

when a lone stranger walks up to you and asks you if you would like any superpower, always choose the ability to summon and de-summon any item. And when I say “any item” I mean ANY item. Be it real, or fictional. With any function you want. Want shapeshifting instead? Get that power and then summon a shapeshifting gauntlet or something.

#Powers question #Brain barf #“Idk man I’m tired”

[lost-in-prose]

The Worst Task I Ever Had And What I Learned From It

There is a time in your life when you must choose between the greater of two evils— when you are standing at the crossroads and you must decide which devil you will allow to take you by the hand. Everyone would like to believe that they can never choose in a situation like this, that they could never swap one bad circumstance for another. They believe they are too good. Too immune. I thought so, too. Little did I know that my two evils were something I never would have thought of. 

The scene unfolds as follows: here I am standing in front of my estranged mother a week before I move into college. I, as well as my grandmother, am watching this grown woman bawl her eyes out over ‘disappointing me’. The circumstances are quite odd since she still thinks I care for anything she does, and I have to simply sit there and stare, emotionless, as this woman I never had a connection with continues to cry. I had come with an enigma in mind and yet I am here, watching huge crocodile tears run down her cheeks. 

The enigma is one that I have been face to face with since I was old enough to know what the word ‘abandonment’ meant. My mother had offered nothing to me but heartbreak since she abandoned me at three years old, and now, fifteen years later, I have had enough. I want to sever all ties with her to save myself. The question is, do I want to completely disappear from her life and never speak another word to her, as she did to me all those years ago, or do I cut myself open and bleed all over the new life she has made for herself, letting her know that everything isn’t as okay as she thinks it is? I had been weighing these options for weeks prior to this final visit, but as I stand here and feel nothing but emptiness in her dimly lit living room, I realize that I don’t know what I should do. 

This is a crossroads I never thought I would have to face. I always believed that the relationship between my mother and I could be repaired when we both were old enough and wise enough to make the appropriate steps towards reparation. But while I grew into a strong and independent woman, she remained the same sickly person that told her children that they were the reason she was leaving. 

That day, I learned a valuable lesson. That day, I stood in front of her and felt absolutely nothing as she once again apologized for not being good enough for me. That day, I got in my car and drove the forty-five minutes back to my home and felt a strange sense of peace. I hadn’t done either of my choices. I hadn’t given her a piece of my mind, nor remained silent. For the first time, without having to say a word, my mother knew what I wanted to say. For the first time, she looked at me, saw me, and realized that I was done. I hadn’t done either of the choices, but I realized that sometimes the best answers are the most unexpected ones. 

Ultimately, I never knew how the relationship with my mother would turn out. I never allowed myself to think of the future because I was too busy repairing the past. Those years of licking the wounds she so hazardously inflicted upon my adolescent brain were all I could do; it was my only purpose in life. I learned to heal myself, to function by myself, to do things only for myself. After so many years, I learned to live without her, just as she was starting to realize that she couldn’t live without me. That day was the first time I realized what the expression ‘too little, too late’ really means. 

For once, I did something for myself. My mother has always been my greatest weakness, pulling on the heartstrings of the little girl that had only ever wanted her mom. I had always looked at what that little girl wanted, but I am no longer that little girl. If I continued holding onto the notion that I was, I would only continuously hurt myself. And for once, I realized that I deserve better. 

Sometimes the right choice is unpredictable. Sometimes, you must hurt others to save yourself. And sometimes, when you are standing in the middle of the crossroads and two devils are beckoning you to answer their call, you get to laugh in their faces and turn away. 

#for school #essays #random thoughts #writing #writing blog #essay blog #essay writer #writeblr #writers of tumblr #deep thoughts #brittbooks #brain barf #word vomit #spoken word #school #mental illness #life lessons #mommy issues #i submitted this for an assignment rip #abandoned #abandonment #childhood trauma #inner child #childhood

[knowledgevariabledarcy]

#brain vomit #brain blast #brain bad #brain bees #brain barf #brian bell #Youtube

[mrstrkidontfeelsogood]

fuck! I'm relapsing. and I know what the fuck is happening and I don't want to relapse but I have this fucking problem where I think that I don't deserve friends or love or any sort of affection unless something is wrong with me or if I'm actually dying because then there's urgency and there's a Valid Need for attention. I deep down don't think that I'm worth being around unless I'm "Sick" and pls help me get out of this mindset.

I literally can feel my ed crawling back and I like the feeling of it but I know it makes me really sick and I can't afford to relapse right now I have so many important things happening. Every time I start to get close to people or let people in I can feel it come back because I genuinely don't like myself so much that Im scared other people won't like me either so I make myself "sick" (in ed anorexic behaviors) so that people will care about me. otherwise there's no reason for them to stick around.

Why is all my value in my weight and what my body looks like. I hate this. deeply. I want out.

#I can't let my ed get bad again #it literally almost killed me last time #but I hate food #I hate the feeling of it in me #I always feel gross #all the time #no matter how healthy it is #personal #brain barf #just trying to vent so i can hold myself acountable

[waterbottlegrey-blog]

So my uncle died. From cancer. And when I heard I felt a stab of sadness, but I'm not sad-sad overall now, and I'm kinda worried I'm may be a sociopath or something.

I was stressed. I'm not looking forward to the funeral. I'm not crying occassionally when I think about it like I did for my cat.

This is... probably not normal.

#brain barf #or maybe i'm a terrible person

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; pretty when you cry.

warnings .: smut, mdni 18+, v! penetration, kinda toxic simon.

.: masterlist.

simon riley who gets turned on when you cry. he feels like an asshole about it but he can’t help it, you’re just so pretty when you cry!

your passionate ranting stuttered by your sobs, tears just pooling in your eyes as you try to control your emotions. the second simon presses a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing just under your eye, you stop thinking and let the waterworks run.

he’s frowning at the words that you express, listening closely to everything you’re saying. sure he’s getting hard but he’s a good multitasker — “i know, baby. how could they do that to you.” he’s nodding along, shifting in his seat and adjusting the tension in his pants.

simon’s gaze is stuck to your puffy lips, your saltwater tears making them slightly chapped. he’s pressing his thumb into your bottom lip, swiping over it and telling you to calm down and breathe; his thoughts running wild to the sound of your uneven gasps and hiccups, reminding him too well of how you sound underneath him.

the same tears that stain your cheeks when he's folding you over and stretching you out. he's comforting you again, in more ways than just words. "y'feel better, bun?" "still cryin'? my poor, baby."

he wants you to forget about the bad day that you had, hating that it'd been so terrible that you'd come to him in tears. simon thinks he's helping when he's slowly rutting into you, his touch so gentle and caring. he just wants to take care of you — make you cry for him in ways that both of you enjoy :(

#[ *ೃ༄ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. ] #( 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ) #HIM AND LANA?!? #toxic simon #my brain is so fuzzy #urughuh #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #ghost smut #this almost made me barf #i need him soooooo bad #lanaananannan

[ena-113]

"that's literally impossible for me to pronounce, I'm calling you Bob now." The new human, Mia, stated looking at the repair man of the ship. "Y'know, like Bob The Builder?"

The newly dubbed 'Bob' did not infact know. Their technician, another human named Kaya, seemed to find this amusing.

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#humans are space orcs #non linear narrative #not beta read #brain barf #humans are space raccoons #humans are space badgers #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are confusing

[honeywine0100]

I have to remember to breathe

I have to remember to breathe

I have to remember to breathe

Living doesn't come as easily anymore

#poetry #short poem #writing #life #i will survive #poets on tumblr #brain barf

[cyber-koboldcloaca]

I just upped the dose of my brain meds and its making me feel like I can dom again? This sounds so stupid but its true. I can't decide if I enjoy this or not...its certainly nice to have more energy... One things for sure, If this persists and I become a truer switch I will be too powerful.

#brain barf #ramble #from the bottom of course #let's not get too adventurous here

[thezombiesemperor]

I'm so happy I watched the eclipse alone in my backyard. It was so peaceful and cool. The birds were hanging out. It got colder. And it was cool to see it get darker out, but in a way that sucked out the colour.

It was nice to spend 2 hours doing nothing. Not on my phone. One headphone for quite music. Just enjoying the peace of the world.

#brain barf #eclipse

[louiseintrees]

We’ve grown together.

We’re like flowers of the same species destined to be together.

Your bud opened when mine did.

You dropped your seeds when I did.

You dug your roots in the same time as I did.

We have changed to be the perfect piece for the other persons puzzle.

But it makes it feel wrong in a sense. How could this person be my end game? How could you be the only thing I’ve desired for years? How could you be that?

I’m confident that you know me better than anyone in existence.

You’ve pointed out the most minuscule things about me I’ve never noticed.

The way I lift my legs while sneezing, wether it be subtle or knees straight to my face.

The way I play with my fingers when I’m nervous.

The way I clench my jaw when I lie.

The small whimper I make just before I go to sleep.

Everything.

I sometimes wish I never met you.

Because you’re perfect.

You’re available.

You’re everything I need but still it feels wrong.

In my own stupid logic being with you doesn’t make sense in my mind. Because we’d be,

Prefect.

We’d have arguments but we’d handle them civilly and learn about each other through it.

We would be affectionate to each other. We’d take care of each other.

It’s almost as if the universe curated each other to be one. To grow old. To have a life, together.

I just don’t know if I can commit to that.

I don’t think I’ll be able to be happy.

Forever I’d wonder if this wasn’t right.

In life when something is seemingly perfect it falls apart.

And I don’t want to fall apart with you.

But if I leave you we’d fall apart so I have no idea what to do.

Love is a sick sick game.

And too many times it’s ruined me.

And I don’t want it to ruin you too.

#this is stupid #angst #confusion #romance #romantic #tradgedy #brain barf

[wikdsushi-v2]

This is the way I love.

This is the way I love, she said.

With bone, with breath

With joy, with sorrow

Impossibly

And never to be returned.

#poetry #Brain barf #This is why I stick to prose