#i don't know yet

[chodzacaparodia]

WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM

STAY BACK FROM MY BOY

Ego, you better watch out.

#I'm calling the police #or I will use violence #I don't know yet #what the hell ego #blue lock #bllk #blue lock spoilers #bllk spoilers #blue lock memes #ego jinpachi #kunigami rensuke

[money-and-dandellions]

in the first eight chapters, Lester managed to get scratched by the thing he said not to get scratched or you will die

how

how did he manage to do this

how

#lester papadopoulos #toa #the tyrants tomb #how #and now he is dying #maybe #i don't know yet #oh yeah meg was also worrieed af #in her “meg” style #yeah 😭 #meg mccaffrey #love them #and this idiot #oh also he sucks at public speaking #for now i hope #bur relatable #i also suck at public speaking

[itsguysnightitsironic]

I need some salty nutrition

I made a ko-fi because eating chips isn't essential, but I would be delighted to eat a bag of chips when my hunger comes at my weakest hours.

So if you like my work and have some left coins in your jacket, gift me a chip bag.

#i promise i'll buy other things that chips #there's salt cookies #or cookies #if you send 2 euros maybe a croissant #I don't know yet #if you cant its totally fine #this is promotion #and this is my best shot at it

[creatur3feature]

Big God

the closer we get to the big day the more i feel the need to expel all this from me. i keep saying i need to throw up and they keep looking at me weird. for a time, a short spiraling time i wanted to walk into a church. for some long-forgotten hope god might reach down and make himself known to me. maybe my chances increase in his home.

i think i've come closer to a realization god isn't some institution. or book. and maybe i've known this since i was young. that's when the disillusionment started. i've always known but a part of me goes to god and prayer in desperation. in my sickness i fall back onto that. only to be meet with quiet. where's the divine intervention? the signs that i'm supposed to see? i can't be mad, i often loved covering the anthill in the backyard and going back to cover it again the next day.

i think my mother would be disappointed with these new revelations. but they're nothing new, just old pushed away conclusions.

#girljournal #blog #florence and the machine #florence welch #ethel cain #sun bleached flies #preachers daughter #how big how blue how beautiful #i think i'll call this #girls against god #or maybe children of cain #i don't know yet

[roseanddagger-28]

Text messages 2

Louis: Can you pick up some dinner?

Harry: Wait, what?

Louis: Dinner? I'm running a bit late.

Harry: Hold on a minute. YOU'RE IN ITALY TOO?

Louis: Oh, come on now

Harry: You were charming as ever

Louis: They caught me off guard

Harry: I could tell. You were rambling. It was cute.

Louis: Hmmm... Anyway: Dinner?

Harry: I'll order us something.

#larry stylinson #larry #larry is real #this might become a thing #i don't know yet #it's fun #fanfiction #sort of #text messages #original

[teekapoa]

Thank you for all of your downloads. I love them so much <3 Do you have any plans to share squea’s pondskater eyes?

Thank you <3

I doo, i'm just trying to see if i can make a heterochromia vision aswell (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

#or i might just upload them #i don't know yet #but they should be up at least next week #ask

[chrissshub]

it’s a long time coming but as of tonight i’ll be ending my writing career on Tumblr. From the long issue of lack of interaction, the new community label, me being shadow banned and the way life’s been going, I feel like I have to move on. I'll drop my ao3 once all my stories are uploaded but uh...I enjoyed my year here. I’ve been wanting to pick up my stories again so I’ll do that since I genuinely love writing. But thank you guys for all the love and support, I cherish it so much and more than you’ll ever know. 

see you on the flip

-XOXO, Chris 

(previous pinned post)

#now will I delete my account? #I don't know yet #I'm just moving the stories I really liked from here onto ao3 but then I might just delete this acc

[lucas-grey]

Actually, I wanted to spam you with Freelancer screenshots. But to be honest, I lack the motivation.

Freelancer is a great game mode, don't get me wrong. It's just not a mode that keeps me hooked for long. I personally love playing stories, experiencing stories, getting to know characters. Freelancer doesn't offer all that. The targets are all random with no background and whether it's set after Hitman 3 or not doesn't really make a difference. The safehouse could theoretically be put into any Hitman timeline. It's beautiful! The only thing I criticise about the Safehouse is that there are too few interaction possibilities. For example, you can sit on some sofas, but not on others. The piano can't be played or the bike in the gym can't be used, although we know from the game that there are animations for both. But this just makes the safehouse look like a big decoration and for me personally it lacks a bit of life - or a reason to stay there longer.

It's a bit of a shame, because after a few weeks and about level 90, I lost interest in Freelancer. The same old missions bore me because I personally miss the story. Somehow I hope for a few DLCs for Freelancer, decoration packages for Halloween and Christmas for example. But the biggest wish, like on my screenshot, to see Grey or Diana or Olivia as part of the house, will not come true. The house suggests at every point that 47 lives there alone and I think that's what IOI wants. At the end of Hitman 3, it was already clear that if they made another Hitman game, they would go back to the roots. But with their new RPG project and the 007 project on their plate, I don't believe in a Hitman comeback anytime soon.

#hitman #hitman freelancer #agent 47 #lucas grey #is this a goodbye? #I don't know yet #I still love grey but the motivation to play the game is very low atm #hitman screenshots #my screenshots

[teejaystumbles]

Sorry Dreamling shippers for I have sailed to the shores of imaginings after comic canon… this contains major spoilers for the end of The Sandman, so please only read if you know the comic books or do not care if you’re spoilered. I could not resist, I need to write my thoughts down because I simultaneously love and hate the end of Sandman. This is based on and begins after “An Epilogue, Sunday Mourning”. (Also there is now a second part continuing after this: link )

Hob sat alone in his living room, nursing a bottle of wine. Gwen had left an hour ago when she realized he needed time to himself. He was thinking again about the dream he’d had at the fair. Walking along a beach...together with his oldest friend, and a stranger with long hair who he had met only once and who laughed very loudly.

“Why did you give me that dream?” he said to the empty air.

“To say Goodbye? I was at your funeral, you know. Everyone was, I think. Only then I really understood who you were… dream king.”

Hob sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, feeling unshed tears sting in his eyes. “I know you meant well, but I didn’t need that dream. Now I’m just sad again...that you’re gone, and no-one will meet me in 94 years…”

“I apologize. It was not my intention to make you sad.”

Hob’s head shot up at the voice, unfamiliar and yet… Before him stood a man, more a boy, really, as white as moonlight, or bone or… Hob didn’t know. He seemed like the opposite of his friend, but his eyes were somehow the same. He was wearing modern clothes, what looked like tight jeans and a leather jacket over a hoodie – all of it white. On his chest gleamed an emerald.

“You… you’re not him.”

The being shook it’s white fuzzy chin-length hair. “No. I am Dream. But I am not Morpheus...the one who met you every century.”

“Dream…” Hob repeated in awe, finally having been granted a name to call his friend (not his friend, someone else – Morpheus, his name was Morpheus-) by.

The man nodded. “Again, I apologize for causing you pain. I remember our meetings and I know that… he was very fond of you. A part of me...wanted to meet you myself.”

The being named Dream lowered his gaze, almost shy.

“It is presumptuous, I know, but I was wondering…”

He looked at Hob with a face full of hope.

“If you would be willing to... continue our – your – arrangement...to meet every 100 years…”

Hob studied the other’s face and mulled over his words.

“Why?”

Dream’s mouth dropped open but he didn’t say anything. Hob felt a sharp pain twisting inside, and so he continued, ruthlessly, mercilessly.

“Why would you want that? I know why he did. He didn’t understand humanity, not well, not in the beginning. Maybe he understood it too well, in the end… and he was lonely, I think.”

Hob smiled to himself and took a drink of his wine. He looked away from the boy, at the floor.

“I never thought he’d be the first of us to go… have been wondering lately… if I should…”

The white chucks (honestly? Damn, kid) of the other stepped into his view and Hob looked back up. The young man’s eyes were glistening wetly and Hob was fascinated against his will. His old friend had never shed a tear in his vicinity. He had been angry, and very rarely, amused, if any emotion could be read from his aloof face at all. This one didn’t look angry, just sad, and lost.

“I understand if you do not wish to meet with me, Robert Gadling. I want you to know that I would not have you believe that you are forgotten, though. I remember… I remember… and I feel…”

Hob frowned. “What do you mean? Either you are him, or you aren’t. Right?”

Dream shook his head a fraction.

“I am not, and yet I am. I know you, like he knew you. I...care for you...like he did. But it feels like it’s a book someone has been reading to me, like a movie I watched from behind his eyes...”

He fell silent and looked at the floor again. His hands in his jacket pockets seemed to clench. “It is real enough for me that I know I miss you. But I know that for a human it must be impossible...to let go of the part of me you knew… to...accept me instead.”

Their eyes met and the air felt charged. Hob inhaled sharply and breathed out through his nose. I miss you. “So, what. You want to keep meeting up every century?”

“If you wish to.”

“I don’t know… it was kind of his thing, you know? It always felt like every hundred years was all he would allow himself. Didn’t want to get too distracted from his job, I guess.”

Dream inclined his head in silent agreement. Hob examined the other closely before he said: “Not you, though. I think you need to learn a bit more, and more quickly. You’re a kid.”

Did he imagine the barest blush on Dream’s cheeks? The young man opened his mouth to retort but closed it again. Hob grinned.

“Tell you what, Dream, I’m free this weekend. We can make popcorn, watch a movie. I also make good tea.”

Dream stared at him a bit wide-eyed and Hob thought he had misjudged. But then, slowly, a small smile bloomed on the young man’s lips. He stepped closer to the table and pulled one of his hands out of his jacket. As he put a tiny blood-red flower into Hob’s empty wine glass he said, still smiling:

“I look forward to it.”

#dreamling #own writing #the sandman fanfiction #drabble #the sandman comic spoilers #maybe there'll be more? #I don't know yet

[disdaidal]

I can't remember the last time I've cried this hard, but I guess it was time.

So my new school is pretty much now pressuring me to find a place to train at, which is not stressful at all, because the workplace I went for an interview last week hasn't returned my calls or my email, despite the principal initially seemed genuinely interested in my application.

Thing is, I wouldn't be this stressed out at all but my new teacher made it pretty clear today that next week is gotta be the deadline for that contract - otherwise my studies really aren't going anywhere.

I also missed my doctor's appointment yesterday because I missed the train. I had to wait for that appointment for 3 fucking months, and because it's related to my financial situation (I'm really trying not to get more student debt, especially with the way how I've been and how I barely managed to keep my shit together during pandemic). Luckily I was able to talk on the phone with her and the social worker, but my new appointment was rescheduled at the end of the month. I also talked to my nurse on the phone a little after that; a nurse who I haven't seen in the last six months because all our appointments have been cancelled at the last minute. So I got a new one in September.

My sleeping schedule has been pretty much fucked up all July-August, and for the last two days that I've been going to the city and attending these classes, I've slept like 6 hours in total these two days. Both days I've come home feeling extremely drained (besides those 6 hrs in total, I napped all evening yesterday). And last night I slept something like 2 hours before school and when I finally got back by train a couple of hours ago, I tried to sleep on the train but I felt so nauseated that I thought I was gonna hurl. Needless to say, my car ride back home was all but fun.

When I finally got home and laid down in my bed for a while, I started crying. Like I know it's probably because I've literally slept like 2hrs last night and it wasn't even a deep sleep, so, think I've just had it. My body and brain couldn't take it anymore.

But when I was on the train, I was going to call the school's office (the one I went to that interview for), but naturally their calling hours had already ended at 2pm. I also thought about sending another email but like I said, I felt extremely tired and anxious; making more phone calls and sending more emails when I'm feeling this way really isn't the way I want to go again. Especially since I already tried both on Monday when they were supposed to inform me last Friday, and I haven't got any response since. Which is not very nice to be honest (my new teacher did comment it's kind of unprofessional of them, and I gotta agree a little bit there).

But seriously, the only thing that's even made my last two school days tolerable, were the other students in my class. I kind of took up smoking again (bad habit I know) because of all this stress and shit that's been going on with me lately, so at least it was an easy way to get to know some of our other students, and got to spend some time with them, so at least I didn't have deal with my worries all alone. Our Moroccoan student (whom I've talked a lot with; I got along with him already on our entrance examination on May) tried to encourage me today when we were smoking, and even said I could try and apply to the same place he works at - which is working with immigrants mostly. Since I did choose international studies as one of my optional subjects, that could also work, because sooner or late I'm gonna have to work/train at a place like that anyway.

But obviously my first and foremost goal right now is try to find a place near where I live because obviously traveling isn't cheap, and I might indeed have a couple of places around here in mind that I could ask for training opportunities.

In any case, if I don't get an answer by tomorrow (we'll have another long school day so I probably won't have any time to be making extra phone calls anywhere), I think I'm just gonna ditch this thing and start calling other places on Monday.

If this is how it's gonna be and I'm on a strict deadline here, I don't suppose there's any other choice. I'm not willing to give up just yet - though I admittedly thought of that for a moment, too. Since I've become somewhat depressed lately again, clearly, and that must have something to do with my bpd. Which is fucking *nice* because right now I'm supposed to be active and efficient so I can actually get shit done and get my studies properly started - and yet right now, I'm feeling all but that.

So I guess I'll go to another class tomorrow - we have a special day anyway as we're visiting a local museum at the end of the day, so. Maybe I can try to forgive myself for being the way I am and give this whole thing a rest until weekend. And if the teacher asks about it tomorrow as she might, I'm just gonna say I'm going try again on Monday.

Cause I really don't see any other choice right now. But again, I'm really not lying about this. I'm not feeling my best right now, and this kind of pressure and stress is not doing me any favors.

#personal #a vent i guess #i'm kind of losing it right now and barely keeping it together #i guess #i don't know yet

[proyana]

I'm gonna start rating anime i watch here. Just like I did with high card, next up is starmyu

#high card #starmyu #idol anime #i don't know yet

[maryellencarter]

can we talk* about the part of grieving where you don't actually know if they're dead and you're coming up with increasingly complicated reasons for the extended radio silence

(*footnote: i do not actually want to talk about it. but can it be a thing that is talked about)

#death tw #sort of #i don't know yet

[hulking-godless-child-beast]

Someday I want to propose to someone / be proposed to with the "box inside of a box inside of a box inside of a box etc" gag.

Think about it: the suspicion, "haha wouldn't it be funny if the smallest box had a ring in it" growing into mounding tension as the boxes get smaller, and smaller, and eventually what else could fit in this one besides a ring box?

you could even make an Emperor's New Groove reference by putting a tiny little flea figurine inside the ring box and a hammer nearby, then go "sike" and pull the ring out of your pocket

#my posts #romance #sort of #if my future hopeful-fiancee is reading this somehow: #hi o/ #you have to tell your time's version of me that you got the idea from a blog post I wrote okay? #because they definitely forgot #you don't get to claim credit for the best proposal idea ever #in return you can ask your me for pics of the mullet they had in 2023 #it probably didn't get impressive until november or december #might've continued into 2024 and beyond #I don't know yet #also while it could maybe be funny #be careful about using labeled product boxes #your me has probably told you by now about the time little tiny me got Very Upset about a birthday gift in a sink faucet box #also my birthday is at a perfect time to set up a 6/9 wedding

[dandelionsinthepavement]

The echoing of your surroundings (they remind you)

The thread just won't go through the needle,

And you will never be good enough.

You slip on sneakers covered in dirt, from spring days with friends. (you can still imagine the warmth you felt,) and the sun reminds you, You will never be good enough.

The boy next-door is playing with your sister, they laugh, (Like all kids do,) And their smiles remind you, You will never be good enough.

Three visitors, family from far away countries. You speak four words, the boiling kettle drowns out replies. You hand the tea to a familiar smile, (there's too much milk..) and the forgotten cup reminds you, You will never be good enough.

You read a poem once, you were young and dumb. One about ears and music, 'Pristine' it said. And the words, ('you tell me the word pristine was perfect, it was the cure.') they remind you, you will never be good enough.

You wrote frantic words, a cry for help, hidden behind metaphors without meaning. You try again, it's unfinished. (a half-poem, a half-story, a half-finished poet,) And it reminds you,

You will never be good enough.

#orginal poetry #poem #poetry #beginner poetry #poems on tumblr #original work #sad poetry #creative writing #spilled poetry #Refrences pristine by hilda raz #Yes it's refrenced in the wrong context i don't care #contemporary poetry #self esteem issues #? #Self hatred? #I'm back on my sad arc #I might perform one of my poems in school. #I don't know yet #Uh #poets on tumblr #poems and quotes #Check out pristine by hilda raz btw. Banger poem. #icarus.poetry

[duinartidk]

More ideas.

I feel like Jeffory would be really nice and polite but still stand up to Aaron when he's being a jerk,

it may be a thing where Jeffory helps Aaron chill out, and Aaron helps Jeffory with.... uhh, I don't know yet actually, still working on that I guess.

#aphmau #jeffory the golden heart #aaron lycan #aaron x jeffory #shipping #What would Jeffory learn from Aaron? #i don't know yet

[flordellums]

I need some salty nutrition

I made a ko-fi because eating chips isn't essential, but I would be delighted to eat a bag of chips when my hunger comes at my weakest hours.

So if you like my work and have some left coins in your jacket, gift me a chip bag.

#rocks in land (my art) #i promise i'll buy other things that chips #there's salt cookies #or cookies #if you send 2 euros maybe a croissant #I don't know yet #if you cant its totally fine #this is promotion #and this is my best shot at it