#copied from discord

[aestherians]

The greatest shock when I met the alternate versions of Ben, back in "And Then There Were None", was that they all assign some kind of significance to the number 10. I thought we just called ourselves BenTen because it was easier for non-human aliens to pronounce than Benjamin Tennyson is. But noope some of them go all in on the number 10

I was 13 when I found the Omnitrix. Most of them were 10. Their DNA playlists are usually sorted into 10 samples - mine have like 20 or something. They all have 10 as their lucky number while I don't believe in lucky numbers.

The number 10 has pretty much no significance to me and I think that's hilarious

#ben rambles #copied from discord

[chaosmultiverse]

Danny probably is used to not doing anything around the holidays other than taking advantage of sales and going to whatever events his job is putting on but like not decorating and it's not like he has anyone to vist

#Danny Johnson ☆hc & meta☆ #Xmas #Copied from discord

[vernalloy]

Might bind ziggy to the flesh actually

It's more to do with hunger than hunting

No thrill of the chase

Just blood round your mouth

Honestly also just. Fits with his backstory

1. Transgenderism

2. Horny & dysphoric

3. Marked by the hunt (nearly eaten. This is partially an allegory)

4. Was sentenced to a women's prison for 6 years: forced detransition

5. Nicer contrast with Emmy: less dog vs the sky but rather edible meat vs the expanse

6. Carrion

#transphobia mention #copied from discord #(wow vern talk) #ziggy lovett #oc

[aroaceleovaldez]

Something something Jason feeling like he doesn't quite fit as "Greek" or "Roman" as a metaphor for bisexuality, particularly the semi-canonical bi-coding in his half of experiences during the Cupid scene and how Favonius and Cupid speak to him in parallel to the scenes confirming Nico is gay.

Something something the camps as metaphors for traditionally acceptable forms of relationships and Nico living as a rogue outside of them, rejecting expectation (ergo in himself representing a metaphor of queer identity and living outside of boxes and defined/usually hetero-allonormative/binary ideas of what love/relationships should look like) versus Jason struggling with the expectation to conform to a label and even discussing with Nico both of them remaining at CHB together.

Something something the inverse of Jason shifting away from the camps after he breaks up with Piper, feeling lost and unable to find a place between the camps as he begins to explore his queer identity properly for the first time versus Nico only remaining at CHB because he has entered a relationship. In this essay I will-

#pjo #riordanverse #jason grace #nico di angelo #analysis #i know ive semi-rambled about this before here #but i was thinking about it on the discord the other day #for those in the discord forgive it being mostly copy/pasted from my rambling lol #i say ''semi-canonical bi-coding'' re: the Cupid Scene because. well. it's in the text! it's pretty overt! #which means it's pretty canon but nobody ever really discusses it and Rick has never acknowledged it #but also he never acknowledged Reyna's aspec-coding until a rare instance of him responding to q's on twitter #(that chain was also specifically sparked by me in that instance - due to him replying to my open letter about aspec coding in the series #- which i still find amusing cause it is SO obvious he didnt read it) #and he only like once acknowledged his mostly unintentional aspec-coding of the Hunt on goodreads #and very frequently goes ''death of the author - whatever i say outside the books is irrelevant and doesnt matter. read it how you want.'' #''if you can get it out of the text then there's your canon.'' which i respect. reject ''word of god'' canon embrace analysis

[entryn17]

i like people portraying sans more as papyrus' big brother than like.. as his parent in terms of dynamics (i've seen the latter a ton) but by god if this isn't the most mom shit i've ever read in my life

#copying this from discord hello my friends

[aerequets]

loid laughs his real laugh one day for the first time (probably because of something Anya said or did that just made it burst out of him unexpectedly before he could stop it) and yor has a little crush moment when she hears him, and sees he has faint dimples when he smiles that wide

#literally just copy pasted this from a discord channel i sent this in #i may draw it one day. maybe #theres just this trope of guy admiring girl when she doesnt notice #which i support 100% and loid does it no questions asked #but flipped? yor to loid? HOOOO #spy x family #twiyor #loid forger #yor forger #twilight #thorn princess #sxf

[mylarena]

kicks feet. wolf shifter au but its just soap whos a shifter and ghost is a regular human who does not know that the weird wolf who keeps showing up at his little cabin/cottage in the woods is actually john from the repair shop in the nearest village.

either that or soap just isnt present in the village at all and spends a lot of time in the fuckin woods

but like. ghost is tending to his vegetable garden one day and feels keen eyes watching him, so he observes the area around himself subtly and theres a rustle in the brush so he zeroes in on that while he goes through the motions of weeding and watering and such. and eventually he feels the eyes on him leave. so he finishes his work and goes inside (made sure to lock the door that night)

he goes out again the next day to do his tasks and eventually feels the same gaze on him. but he just pretends he doesnt know something (someone) is watching him and continues his work. eventually they leave again, and he continues on.

this happens a few more times, then one day he can actually see the eyes in the bushes. he makes eye contact, holds it until the other pair of eyes blink, then continues with his business (never turning his back to the creature)

and sllloooowly over time, the creature inches its way out of the cover of the bushes. and its the biggest fucking wolf ghost has ever seen in his damn life.

eventually the wolf just sits right outside the fence of his garden. and he starts talking to it. its not often he gets any kind of visitors out in the woods, and hes a bit of a Lone Wolf ™️ type so he doesnt really mind,,, but theres a fuckin wolf. right there. a huge ass wolf. and he starts making comments to it. which turns into full sentences, then one-sided conversations of whatever he thinks of.

then one day the wolf is inside the fence. with no evidence of how it got in. the gate is still latched, theres no holes in the fencing, no marks left from and kind of scrabble over the wood.

but the wolf is just There. Sitting. Waiting for him.

and hes apprehensive at first because theres nothing between him and this wild fucking wolf. but he goes about his day and the wolf just follows him around the garden, somehow managing to not trample a single plant (ghost sees how hes exceedingly careful to not even brush his tail against them. weird.)

by the time the sun is going down, he opens up the gate for the wolf to leave, and he just looks at him for a long moment, before ghost gestures his head for him to leave, and he does.

and the next day hes back in the fuckin garden

whats even weirder about the whole situation is the fact that the wolf engages in the conversations. not speaking words, but replying with barks and growls and whines and gestures, gestures that arent natural for a wolf, gestures that are human.

the wolf slowly inches his way closer and closer every day, eventually daring to sit right up against ghosts leg when hes taking a break. then he sets his head on his knee and looks up at him and pretty much fucking pouts until ghost hesitantly places a hand on his head. his fur is fucking soft. silky smooth, fluffy down his back, and soft as a fuckin cloud.

now that hes up close, ghost can see little scars and features that he couldnt from a distance. hes got nicks in his ears, a scar on his chin, one going over his eye, and one that looks fairly new down his chest.

some days the wolf (ghost just calls him "Wolf" in his head. he's not gonna name the fucker.) doesnt visit. ghost pretends it doesnt strike a bit of concern in him, forces himself to focus on his tasks instead of worrying about the animal.

hes a fucking wolf. he lives in the wild. he can handle himself.

what really concerns him, though, is when a harsh thunderstorm hits. its raining hard, the trees are thrashing violently in the wind, and the rumbling of thunder gets ever closer.

hes stuck inside, knowing better than to try and do jack shit outside when the wind is strong enough to take him off of his feet.

but for once he doesnt worry about his crops or the chair he keeps on his porch- he worries about Wolf.

again, wild fuckin wolf, can handle himself, but the weather is absolutely abysmal.

so ghost cant help but pace around, having forgone his usual reading after he couldnt focus on what the words on the pages were because his thoughts were consumed with worry.

the thunder is louder than ever, the lightning is absolutely blinding, and he can hear how the fence gate outside is swinging madly in the wind, having opened when the weather started growing worse. he cant hear his own breathing, the only thing he can hear is the torrent of rain and howling of the wind and his heart thumping in his chest. its a fucking wonder that he actually manages to catch the scratching at the door.

he freezes in his pacing, listening in silence for the noise to happen again, and when it does he all but rushes to the door and swings it open (the wind did most of the work, quite frankly.), and there. Wolf, soaked to the fucking bone, ears flat to his skull. ghost stares, Wolf stares back, and then theres a blinding flash of light and a deafening clap of thunder, and hes reaching out and dragging Wolf inside.

he struggles with the door for a moment, fighting against the wind, but gets it close and latched. he turns to the wild fucking wolf that stands in his actual fucking house, takes in the sight of his violent shivering and dripping pelt, and swears as he jolts into the motion of getting a towel or two to try and dry him off.

when he kneels in front of the dog, dropping a towel on his back and starting to ruffle his fur dry with it, he starts talking. talking about the shit weather, about the damage thats surely going to come to his garden, about his concern about Wolf himself, how worried he was. as he rambles, he takes note of the scratches and scrapes that hide under Wolf's thick pelt. theyre all small, likely from branches and other debris flying around while he made his way to the cabin.

theyre all small, except for a gash across the flank of his left hind leg. ghost can see the blood mixing with the rain water that pours off of him, but only realizes where the wound is when Wolf yelps when he tries to dry the spot.

he apologizes quietly, and quickly finishes drying him the best he can. he sits back on his haunches and takes in the sight of Wolf- his fur ruffled far more than usual, his blue eyes that are filled with exhaustion and lingering fear, the blood thats already starting to make its way down to the hardwood floor, and the way hes trembling like a leaf. he looks ready to fall down right there in his place. so ghost stands after giving the wolf a scratch behind the ear, and ushers him towards the crackling fire thats keeping the place warm. Wolf staggers over, managing to keep himself upright up until ghost finishes laying out a blanket on the floor for him, then practically collapses on it.

ghost heads to where he keeps his medical supplies, grabbing everything he thinks hes going to need to patch up Wolf (hes never treated an animals wounds before. hopefully it isnt too different from patching up his own). when he steps back into the room, he takes a moment to stare at the bizarre scene in front of him. a massive wolf collapsed right in front of his fireplace, eyes closed and chest nearly heaving, surrounded by ghosts neatly arranged living room furniture and bleeding onto one of his favorite blankets. shit, hes bleeding still.

spurred into action, ghost crosses the room in a few quick strides and kneels next to Wolf again. "hey," he whispers softly, watching Wolf open his eyes to look at him, "im gonna patch up your leg, yeah? might hurt a bit. ill be careful." Wolf simply whines softly, closing his eyes once more. ghost runs a hand down his side, then shifts to take a better look at his leg.

the wound isnt incredibly deep, but as he cleans it ghost can tell that itll need stitches. fuck, how is he meant to give a wolf stitches without getting his fucking face mauled off? Wolf had been docile and friendly ever since they met, but ghost also hadnt tried to poke him with a needle and thread before.

he cant just leave him without them, though. hes not keen on letting Wolf be injured and bleeding any longer than he needs to be.

"hey, Wolf," he reaches over and taps the side of Wolf's neck, "i need to stitch up your leg. are you alright with that?" ...as if a fucking wolf is going to know what that means. but Wolf lets out a whimper at his words and fucking nods at him, eyes still shut. alright then.

he prepares everything he needs, taking a look at Wolf's face and giving him a gentle scratch under his ear. "this is gonna hurt," he shifts back to look at the wound, "please dont maul me."

and Wolf doesnt. he whines and whimpers and growls a bit, baring his teeth and thrashing his head, but he never tries to attack ghost and he even keeps his leg fairly still. the whole process ghost whispers apologies, reassurances and praises. when he finishes, he wraps a bandage around the leg then sits back. "we're done now, its over." ghost looks over Wolf as he lets the tension in his body release, listening to his long, relieved whine as he goes limp. "you did good. thanks for not chewing my face off." Wolf simply huffs at him.

he stares a moment longer, but a loud hit of thunder breaks him out of it. he had fixated so intensely on Wolf that he had entirely tuned out the raging storm that was still going on.

he sighs and collects the leftover medical supplies, standing to put them away. instead of making his way back to Wolf's side, he decides that the wolf is probably hungry as all hell and heads towards his kitchen instead.

he prepares a quick, simple meal for himself and his visitor: reheated venison & vegetable stew, leftover from the night before. he carries two bowls back to his living room, crouching and placing one in front of Wolf. "here." ghost watches his nose twitch as he catches a whiff of the stew. the wolf doesnt open his eyes, though. "dinner, Wolf. i know youre hungry." Wolf opens his eyes and looks up at ghost pleadingly. "whats that look for? i cant exactly feed you myself. you need to sit up." Wolf whines at him imploringly. "no. i cannot feed you by hand, youre gonna have to sit up." Wolf downright groans, bracing himself before pulling himself up until hes propped on his front paws. ghost pushes the bowl closer to him. "eat up."

once Wolf sniffs at the stew, he practically lunges forward and starts devouring it. ghost stares with a raised eyebrow for a second, then turns to his own bowl and begins to eat.

they eat in silence- as silent as it can be with a hell-raising storm outside and the sound of a giant wolf gobbling down a bowl of stew. when Wolf finishes literally licking the bowl clean, he flops back down onto his uninjured side. ghost continues to eat, obviously not half as hungry as him. when he finishes, he picks up both bowls and takes them back to his kitchen. ghost takes a moment to place his hands on the counter and lean on it, running through the events of the past hour. theres a fucking wolf in his livingroom. an injured wolf. a wolf that befriended him over the past few months. a wolf he doesnt feel like he can kick out of his house without proper treatment.

he sighs and runs a hand over his face. hes too fucking tired for this shit. he feels unreasonably exhausted just from the excitement of this whole ordeal. he decides he can deal with the situation in the morning, after hes gotten proper sleep.

when he steps back into the living room, Wolf is asleep, chest rising and falling steadily as he breathes. ghost watches him for a moment before giving a heavy sigh. he grabs another blanket off of his couch and throws it over the wolf, hoping the fire doesnt go out overnight and cause Wolf to get cold. he makes his way to his bedroom, getting ready before throwing himself down onto his mattress and staring at the ceiling for a few moments before passing the fuck out.

he wakes in the morning to sunlight filtering through the window into his eyes. he groans and rolls out of bed, pulling a shirt on and stumbling out of his room. he only remembers that theres a fucking. wolf. in his living room when he steps into it. its a bit jarring to see that said wolf isnt there. its even more jarring to see a full fucking grown man asleep in the wolf's place, haphazardly spread out on the ground, nothing but the goddamn blanket to cover himself. ghost thinks he can see a peek of white bandages wrapped around his thigh. he takes a deep breath to center himself.

"what the fuck."

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #myaus #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #this is copy-pasted directly from discord into a word document and then into tumblr #please forgive how its written and if theres any errors #and also if theres any extra shit. ive reread this like 8 times so i hope i caught everything but!

[peaceandlove26]

meadowlark, child of fluttershy and trixie lulamoon. adult blank flank who’s trying to keep up hope that she has a purpose. in the meantime, she hops from job to job while also playing in a small indie pop band, with only moderate local success. the most socially well-adjusted of all the m6 children, though she has increasing anxiety over her lack of a cutie mark. her mother fluttershy worries that meadowlark is turning out too much like zephyr breeze…

#POSTING THEM INDIVIDUALLY hi. #im copy pasting all their toyhouse descriptions which are copy pasted from a discord message #mlp #my little pony #ocs

[psychopomparia]

so, im trying to answer my discussion post and want to copy the question on the text response so i don't have to scroll up....

and it didn't copy well so instead i got:

out of sheer panic i almost hit sent.

#honkai star rail #hsr #dr ratio #hsr dr ratio #veritas ratio #dr. ratio #the answer is ratio duh #ari rambles #context: it was for my law & econ class #context 2: i was trying to save this image in my gallery from the dr. ratio discord and forgot it was the last thing i copied

[schnuffel-danny]

The (amateur) paranormal researcher community comes to the conclusion there is likely a biological connection between Phantom and Plasmius, not because of unethical invasive experiments, but thanks to observing their behavior from a distance. They notice just how unique and distanced Plasmius and Phantom are from other ghosts, both exhibiting traits that have never been seen before in other types of ghosts, yet they seem overly familiar with each other. Plasmius abandoning his territory and moving to haunt Amity Park shortly after Phantom’s appearance is also often cited as proof of the two being related in some way. However, the most damning piece of evidence is just how often Phantom tries to imitate Plasmius. They fight, Plasmius surprises Phantom with a new attack, and a week later Phantom is seen attempting to do the same thing. And to any outside observer this looks a lot like a young animal learning by observing the behavior of an older member of it’s species. And so the internet and several community-run magazine publications are filled with conspiracies about Plasmius somehow secretly being Phantom’s father. Needless to say, Danny and his friends are not at all happy about this.

#danny phantom #another thing I mostly copied from older discord messages #because I've been thinking about this again

[neurotypical-sonic]

what if amy went from her classic, spikey quills to her current quill look because she lived/lives in a human dominant city and she copied their hairstyles, either because she just thought it looked cute or in an attempt to uhhh assimilate isnt the word I'm looking for, but to fit in a bit better. less likely to accidentally poke people who may not see her (she is very small) or aren't used to automatically giving hedgehogs a lil more room

#directly copied from discord bc I'm lazy #amy voice: humancore!! 💗🩷🫶 #egg.txt #amy #sonicposting

[spacedustmantis]

i. have thoughts about gillion

the way that he stopped introducing himself as 'champion of the undersea, hero of the deep' ever since he came back from the luxbris but the moment the tree asked him who he was he started rattling off titles. as if to prove himself. slipping back into that oh so familiar pattern of hiding behind accomplishments and expectations.

how when the tree asked him again who he was after confronting him with the truth, he didn't have an answer. how he's been trying to figure out his place in the world but then again he hasn't really because he's afraid. afraid that he's nothing. afraid that without that safety blanket he's insignificant, hollow, that if he went looking for answers he would find all the proof of all his most insidious anxieties and insecurities. that behind all the destiny and glory and honor gillion has nothing to identify himself with, nothing anyone would find noteworthy. that his life will be devoid of direction, and therefore devoid of meaning. that if stripped from what he's been taught he would be worth nothing.

and so despite all the discrepancies, all the little things that didn't add up, despite his growing mistrust of the elders and their teachings he never asked, never could bring himself to venturing out beyond what he thinks he knows.

but now he has, and it feels just as empty as he'd been dreading

#copied over from discord because i decided this fucks actually #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #buggy thoughts #connecting the dots #silver screen #jrwi spoilers #riptide spoilers

[aliennopossumm]

yes, i adore 2012 raph and casey just being best friends, and i will never imply that interpreting their relationship as romantic makes it any stronger of a bond. but interpreting it as an unrequited romance makes me feel insane

theyre best friends and they love each other so much. but because theyre best friends they dont want to make anything awkward by confessing. so they just play fight a little harder to touch one another, even for a second more

theyre so "bro let me homoerotically tend to your wounds after youre critically injured. let me hold you close so that if you die, your heart stops next to mine. theres this part of me that doesnt want you to wake up to this because its such a tender moment and im afraid for you to see this side of me. but dude, losing you would make me lose myself, and im equally afraid of that too"

#copied and pasted from a discord ramble #roman rambles #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #raph tmnt 2012 #raphael tmnt 2012 #casey jones #casey jones 2012 #rasey #2012 rasey #pepperoni punks #explicitly about 2012 ur weird if u ship them in 2003 etc etc

[we-are-inevitable]

there is something so tangible and lovely in my heart that says “david jacobs has bottle-blonde country woman rage in his blood” and i cant shake it mo matter how hard i try

#yes this is a direct copy paste from discord. no i do not care #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #livesies #jac txt.

[suntails]

I’m going to paint you a picture of modern communication, and how it is fundamentally broken.

Let’s look at one friend. You chat pretty much everyday, and mostly talk to this person on twitter and discord, with occasional tumblr DMs. That’s three places you talk. But that’s actually not true, because you also have each other’s priv twitters and talk there as well. That’s four. Now account for, let’s say, one post reply per account per person, in addition to your DMs. That’s eight. But that’s ALSO not true, because not only do you talk in discord DMs with each other, but you’re in a friend group server as well! And you talk in those channels together! That’s nine.

This is one friend.

Now look around you. How many friends, how many mutuals are you in contact with. A few, a handful, a dozen, more? How many accounts per person do you have, how many places can you send each other posts, devolve into separate topics and conversations? How many people text you as well. Friends, family, coworkers? What do you do day to day around catching up, what IRL commitments will rip you away long enough to let the pile build again?

I can’t do it. I cannot live an actual life in the real world and balance this much interaction, it’s crushing. I reply to a friend’s post because I’m interested in the subject, I want to have a discussion! I WANT to talk about it with them, but I immediately kick myself for adding another conversation to the pile. Day by day, I ignore messages for hours on end and watch mountains pile around me, to reply en masse at the end of the night to let the cycle repeat. I wake up to six discord DMs and as I clear the third, the first replies back again.

We weren’t meant to have thirty simultaneous conversations. We weren’t. And you know in your bones that the number isn’t an exaggeration.

#hush catríona #this is essentially copy pasted from my twt last week but made a touch more coherent #iiiii spiral about this pretty regularly. i think this is the 4th or 5th time ive gone on this spiel bc its agonizing #i feel horrific guilt for ignoring messages for so long. and its absolutely voluntary. but i cant FUNCTION like this i cant DO it #i have friends where we talk Every Single Day and i LOVE them so much. so unfathomably much. but it KILLS me #hell take my roomie for example. one of my fav ppl in the world. we text- twit dm- discord dm- ig dm- reply to posts. thats five right? #i guess!!! but we also LIVE TOGETHER. i see them in real life and talk to them out loud with my voice and its still this much to add on!!!! #and i feel like nobody else talks abt this shit and it makes me feel crazy. am i the only person completely debilitated by this??? #i dont want this to come across as like ‘boohoo we get it ur sooo popular’ that is NOT what this post means #i think a lot of ppl big acct or small. fandom or otherwise. talk to a dozen ppl online. and i dont get how anyone copes #this is agony. and every single time i ever make a post? its another opportunity to add to the pile #i only reply to comments on posts on twt and this is why. i cant DO it i cant keep up. i see every tag and im so grateful but i cant ever #reach out. i cant add to the pile. theyre already taller than me

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

autistic friends how do you Not hate yourself for not being able to socialise normally. like I'm miserable right now and it's because I can't socialise normally, don't see how/if I'll ever find someone to marry and can't see the point in trying to befriend people because I always fail every time and simply annoy people; even my friends have got tired of having me hang around All The Time because i just Can't Socialise

not just autistic folks but I know this is very much related to autism for me

any advice or encouragemnet or prayers or what have you, appreciated

#actually autistic #copied and pasted from a discord server bc i actually want all the advice or something i can get #my friends are tired of my and they Say So and i don't BLAME them but it means i don't want to bother them #i just. i want to be wanted. and i know i am and i know it's horribly selfish to say this anyway. #but i really really do. in person events i mean.