#i dont know why i wrote this

[bobsquatley]

#i dont know why i wrote this #bob schuff 🐌 #dol

[silverjurors]

Incredibly random headcannon:

Zane doesn't fear Janus, despite the fact that they are very unsettling and could easily kill him if they wanted to. This is because Zane knows that Janus is in love with him is incredibly loyal to him and would rather die than kill him

Zane does, however, fear Lillian. Not because she's ever been aggressive towards him or anything, just because Zane has a deep internalized fear of porcelain dolls and Lillian is like one of those dolls but life sized and significantly more deadly

#i dont know why i wrote this #i recently started collecting porcelain dolls and lillian reminds me of them idk why #minecraft diaries #zane ro'meave #zane mcd #lillian the silver scythe #lillian mcd #janus the silver death #janus mcd #aphmau headcannons #implied zanus #because i am incapable of not implying or joking about zanus whenever i put them near each other

[f1-disaster-bi]

"We should really stick to the group" Martin's words went ignored as Lando continued to explore the side pocket of caves. There was something....something inside him driving him. It was the same thing that had made him agree to this cross-country adventure without his phone. There was just this feeling in his chest. One that he needed to get away from that was pushing him to keep going even as he cut his palm on a sharp rock, leaving behind a smear of blood to prove he was real. "Jesus, Lando", Martin cursed behind him, "You're bleeding" Lando just laughed. He had to laugh because he had been bleeding long before the cut. His inside were a mess of hurt and emotions that were slowly seeping into every atom of his being and Lando had to find something to stop it. He needed to stop the way he kept replaying everything over and over in his brain. He needed to stop the way he was hurting. As they reached the end of the passage, Lando felt himself freeze at the beauty of it. There was hole in the ceiling that made him question if it even was a cave, but sunlight filtered in. He could see the little dust particles in the air. The little pond sparkled in the light; a shade of blue Lando wasn't sure he had ever seen before as he felt Martin take his injured hand to inspect it. Something about the gentle touch and the way Martin's face scrunched with concern finally made Lando break. He pulled his hand away and turned away from Martin. He walked a little away, cupped his hands around his mouth and Lando screamed. It was something twisted. Something broken and primal. It left his lungs aching and his throat dry. His eyes were wet with tears. His cheek smeared with blood but he was smiling when he turned back to Martin. His friend was watching him. He still looked concerned but he was grinning too as if he knew that this was what Lando had needed all along. "Fuck him", Martin said pointedly as he pulled out a wipe from his bag and carefully wiped the blood from his face. Lando laughed because he agreed. Fuck Max. Fuck his inability to communicate and pin all their problems on Lando. Fuck the way he wanted Lando to change and be someone he wasn't. Fuck all the times Lando was left crying because he had tried to save them and Max had stabbed him in the back. Fuck the man who said I love you in one breath and fucked someone else with the other because Lando always forgave him. "Fuck him", Lando smiled through the tears, finally feeling free as Martin rested a hand on his cheek and watched him proudly "There you are", Martin laughed before pulling Lando into a hug that Lando melted into, "I was wondering when you'd come back to me" Lando hid his smile in Martin's shoulder as the other rubbed his back soothingly. "I got a little lost", Lando admitted, closing his eyes as he let himself have this, "But I think I'm going to be okay now"

#i dont know why i wrote this #past norstappen #break up norstappen #possible norrix #norstappen #norrix #lando needed a good scream

[trans4hire]

Imagine if you will, there's a new bar that just opened up in your town. It's called The Handkerchief after the Handkerchief code used by queer people in the past.

Since it's a queer bar, you decide to go and see what it's like, support locally queer owned businesses and such.

You find it pretty crowded, wondering how they managed to attract such large crowds so quickly. They've only been open a couple of weeks after all.

You're a little nervous, so you decide to have a seat at the bar and look through their drink menu to see what they have to offer. Most of the drinks on the menu are named after prominent queer people throughout history with little blurbs on the back of the menu about those figures.

You order a drink and while you wait for it you decide to take a glance around the place, you're sat at the edge of the bar so it's easy to get a good look of most of the area. You feel like you can't see a lot of trans people. "Not that there's a specific way to look trans." You nag yourself in your head. But also, why aren't your instincts picking up on any trans people? Is this not a trans friendly queer bar? Have you walked into the Cis-only gay bar of your nightmares?

Before you can spiral any further, you're snapped back to reality by the bartender placing your drink in front of you.

"There ya go, sweetheart!" She says with a Southern Belle accent. You can't tell if that's a point for or against the Cis-Bar Theory.

As you pick up your drink and have a sip, you notice the girl sitting next to you has the same drink. You also noticed she was looking at you before you had looked at her.

"Marsha P.ina Coloda, nice choice!" She says with a sunny disposition.

"Thanks, you too." You said as awkwardly as humanly possible. "Ugh, why do you have to be like this!" You curse your own name in your head.

The girl giggles, bullet dodged. I guess maybe she's into complete dumbasses.

"It's a tasty drink, but I'm not sure I like the tribute." She says as she stirs her drink with her straw looking puzzled.

"Oh? Why's that?" You ask. But you're afraid you already know the answer. She's going to be Transphobic, just like everyone in this bar probably is. You're probably going to chug your drink and pretend to get a phone call so you have an excuse to leave.

"I'm just not sure if it's a fitting tribute, you know?" Your disposition changes, and you turn to face her as she continues. "Like I want people to realize that queer people have always existed throughout history and learn about the impact they've had. But on the other hand, is the way to go about that with themed drinks?"

In that moment, you found your mood completely turning around. Maybe this bar isn't so bad after all. "That's what I was thinking, I'm leaning towards it being a good thing since they at least have information you can read about these people. But the jokey drink names feel like they could be seen as disrespectful."

"Oh, I so agree!" She puts her hand on your arm for a moment, and you feel a warm feeling come over you. This is going to be a fun night, after all.

Hours go by. You don't even end up drinking more than two drinks since you were so busy talking.

"I've had a lot of fun talking to you tonight, I was actually SUPER nervous about coming here. But you know, support local Queer owned businesses." She says as she finishes the last of her second drink.

"Me too. It was nice to just sit and talk with somebody for a change." You take another sip of your drink before realizing you had already drank it.

"You know if you wanted, the night doesn't have to be over right now." She says to the bottom of her empty glass that she continues poking with a straw. Or at least that's who it looks like she's talking to based on her complete lack of eye contact.

"Oh, are you sure you'd want to?" You trail off mid sentence. You're unsure of what to do with the proposition, she is really cute, and funny, and kind, and it's been forever since you had a chance to feel a physical connection with another human, and-

"I mean, if you wanted to, I'd be okay with that." She cuts you off mid internal rant as she looks up at you shyly with puppy dog eyes.

Fuck. You need this, you realize. Even if it doesn't go anywhere, it would still take a lot off your mind right now, a good end to a good night. "Okay, but I can't host. My roommate is working in the morning."

She perks up with a big smile on her face. "That's cool, I can host! My roommate is out of town!"

So that was that, before you knew it, you had paid for your drinks, and had walked back to her place. As you get closer and closer to her apartment, though, your brain starts racing. "Wait, did I double check that she was okay with trans people? Did she know I was trans when she invited me back to her place? What if she's disgusted when she finds out I have a dick?" You try to calm yourself down. "She's okay with trans people in general, I know, but it's different when you're hooking up with somebody, not everybody likes every set of parts, what if -"

Your train-wreck of thought is cut off by the sound of the lock to her apartment clicking. "And here we are!" She beams as if she just pulled off a magic trick.

You follow her in. She starts putting her things down on a nearby table and taking her coat off. You're really here, it's now or never, before you embarrass yourself you have to ask her.

You turn towards her to reveal your big secret, but before you can get a word out, your lips are closed by a passionate kiss.

It's amazing. It feels like it's been forever since you were kissed, like you've been dying of thrist in the desert, and you're given an ice-cold glass of water. It feels like it lasts an eternity. But then she pulls away, and it felt like the kiss wasn't anywhere near long enough.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry!" She says with a panicked tone. "I just, I was so nervous about tonight and things went so well but then I was worried you wouldn't like me and then you're just so pretty and I didn't want to be awkward or say anything stupid that would ruin things so I just ki-"

Before she can keep rambling, you kiss her, and it feels like the whole world melts away. You pull away for a moment before your brain stops working.

"Don't worry, you're really cute too!" You say cheerfully. A big smile adornes her face. Without sparing another moment, you go back to making out.

After what feels like forever but also way too short of a timeframe, you start to put your hands all over each other.

Like you just can't feel enough of her body, and she acts just as eagerly.

You end up taking a step back to put your back against the wall for support, and you find your leg going between her legs and closer to her crotch. You decide to lean into it when- "Wait, is that, is she?" You pause and think to yourself.

You break the kiss at the same time, and both bring your heads up and, at the same time, blurt out: "YOURE TRANS TOO!?"

You take a moment to realize what happened, while your leg was working it way into her crotch, her leg had been making its way into yours, you can't believe you didn't notice.

It seems that both of your legs reached each other's dicks (which had no hope of being hidden at this point in making out) at the same time. And that neither of you had realized the other was trans all evening.

You keep intense eye contact for a moment before both of you burst out laughing.

After a few minutes of laughing at the silliness of the evening, you're sitting on her bed.

"I can't believe we're both that oblivious." She chuckles.

"I can, I've always been like that." She laughs and snorts in the middle of it. She covers her mouth and looks embarrassed. But you couldn't have found her more attractive in that moment if you tried.

The night continues on, and it feels like you're being touched for the first time all over again. The anxiety of the evening melted away for both of you, and all that's left is pure bliss.

As you lay in bed next to her, gradually getting sleepier and sleepier, you begin to wonder how many other trans people were at the bar tonight. Maybe only the two of you? Maybe the entire bar was filled with trans people. You realize you don't care because all that matters to you right now is that the two of you were at that bar tonight.

#story #writing #short story #i dont know why i wrote this #it was originally going to be them getting back to her apartment only for the girl to say a skyrim quote #but then i was halfway through and i realized i wanted it to end much nicer than that #well it would be a waste not to post it now #whatever #chances are ill give it a read tomorrow and hate it so enjoy it before i delete it girlies

[ramblesbiab]

The problem with most afab people being born with 4 arms is that as a trans woman I have to wait to find a trans guy who doesn’t want his extra arms, and we have to schedule the surgery at the same time because obviously they arent just going to leave two arms sitting in a freezer somewhere while I’m building up the nerve, and then I have to go through the whole physical therapy of learning how to use them, how to sleep with them, it’s just like ughh. It’s not even about the ability to carry things I just want them for the gender reasons y’know, which is why it’s hard to go through all that just to have all this extra BS to go through after.

#i dont know why i wrote this #im tired #transgender

[agentplutonium]

After Inversion, David calls a pack meeting...

... and he's terrified to do so. How do you look your pack in the eye as their Alpha after something like that? What do you say?

Thankfully, they hadn't lost anyone, but a lot were hurt and scared from the experience. This was going to stay with them for a long time. Possibly forever. The memories surfacing at the worst times.

David looked around the room, noting how... empty it felt. Asher wasn't there, Milo wasn't, and their mates were absent as well. Another handful of his pack were absent as well, some of their closest loved ones staying with them. Angel stood by his side, gripping his arm tight. He liked the contact, it was grounding him.

Weary eyes looked back at him in silence. They were waiting for him to say something. Anything.

He didn't know where to start.

Was 'I'm sorry' too shallow? Too dismissive? He had no idea that a gig could go this bad. Sure, there was some semblance of danger with a profession like there's, but to the degree what happened? To the degree of shades?

The pack rarely saw David tear up, if never. He didn't even cry at his dad's funeral, only to break down when he was alone after. But, as he stood there, he couldn't stop his eyes from stinging and welling up. He was so... so tired. Run down and weary from the aftermath of the event.

"There are only a few things that I wanted to say today, things that will be relayed to those who are missing by me personally later. Before you say anything, I realize that I didn't need to call you all out here for what I'm about to say, but..." he trailed off. Angel shuffled ever closer, resting their head on his arm for support. "I appreciate you all coming out anyway. It means a lot to see you here today. It means, even more, to know that a lot are out to take care of one or more members of our pack."

David took a deep breath, going into what the meeting was about. He told them what the Department wanted to do for them. He gave them resources that they could use to cope with these events. He reassured that he would not force anyone to come back to work until they felt that they were ready.

Most of all, he gave his gratitude. For those inside the ward. Those out of it, who barely get the full story. Those who put themselves in harm's way for others' safety. Those who had to tend to the injured. Those who stuck out to the end, even if they hid. He couldn't describe the emotions that were coursing through him. Pride for his pack, anger, sadness, shame... It never ended.

After he had dismissed them, a few of the other members came up to him to give condolences. They didn't know what he was going through but they promised they'd stay by his side no matter what. It did lift David's spirit a little bit.

Then, Marie approached him. She had him wrapped in a hug before he could say anything else. David felt the sting in his eyes ramp up as he registered her kind warmth against him. Marie especially meant a lot to him, practically being a second mother to him in the absence of his own. She helped Gabe a lot when he was still alive and also taught David some important things that he still keeps with him today. But what she said to him, in a hushed tone that, if she wasn't right beside his ear, he wouldn't have heard, sent the tears falling down his cheeks.

"Gabe would be proud."

#ughhh yeah gonna leave it there #listen i really only wanted that hug and sentence from marie #im just an over achiever #we've been knew though #guys im crying #i dont know why i wrote this #but also im glad that i did cause I like it (a little) #anyway #if i have to hear david sob like he did over asher again im burning the place down #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted inversion #inversion #redacted oneshot #redacted angst #plutonium_queued #plutonium_oneshot

[thesternest]

We need a wormblr nature documentary

The Alecious Fanzious is a herbivore that is very easily captivated by cynical traumatized twinks

It's main predator is the Common Amelianis which appears very cynical and traumatized as bait to mesmerize the Alecious Fanzious

#wormblr #i dont know why i wrote this #if anyone asks either i got possessed or i plead the fifth #worm web serial #worm #parahumans #wildbow #worm parahumans

[voidju1cebox]

guys

guys don't worry everything is ok

everything is chill don't worry I took amane to some tacos al pastor

she ain't in milgram prison don't worry

#milgram project #amane momose #amane milgram #milgram #i dont know why i wrote this

[sery-chan-13]

Have you ever wondered a how a woman with ADHD writes her stories? Or just how my genius comes to be?(narcissistic bitch-)

Welcome to... whatever this is!

Ok, so most of my stories start with a small idea

Like key words

Ex:

Arisu, fluff, beach

Matsushita, angst, game

Chishiya, angst, apathy

From there I expand on said idea

Ex.

Arisu and his lover doing couple-y things around the beach. Finding an empty room and dancing in it, cuddles, watching the stars.

Matsushita and his lover doing his game, but its like game with Banda and shit. He dies, and his lover is absolutely destroyed, screaming crying the full nine yards. (Im actually writing this rn)

Chishiya with someone who is upset about his lack of empathy. Not towards others but towards them. Like... they get upset becsuse here i am, telling you my feelings and all you can do is stare with a smirk.

After that, i do something i like to call dialogue testing. I will sit in my room and act out different lines of dialogue from the readers perspective. This ususally ends up being a full production because I'm a theater kid.

I record my performance, and then use it as reference to what the character would be doing. It is also how i find new words for stuff.

Next, i make a playlist(or turn on a playlist for that character)

Music helps me visualize better

Then i start writing 👍

Take 50 breaks

Then i write for another story. I think i switch about every 10 minutes? To another chapter/story unless im super into it.

Eventually i finish.

Then I edit.

Which usually means adding more description/longer words.

By the end i feel accomplished and post it ♡

And that... is my process

#i dont know why i wrote this #but why not #thought I'd give insight into how i struggle with my adhd and how it affects how I write :)

[ephos]

I was in the process of dying from multiple bug bites and trying to figure out what the fuck it was because I could never find any specific bug that seemed to be causing it, the enemy was alluding me. I swapped out sheets, tried a dubious amount of creams and medications, wore 2 layers gloves in case it was infectious, whatever it was, gods glory would strike the fucker down with the wrath antihistamines and spite. I was awake at 2 am, kept up by the itching looking at bite diagrams trying to gain intelligence on the enemy. Well I went to my doctor today.

I am allergic to myself.

More specifically my own sweat. All that effort, the trials and tribulations and in the end the enemy, the cause of my suffering was myself.

I just

I guess there's no greater war than self hatred am I right guys?

#i dont know why i wrote this #I was bored #and annoyed at the painful irony of the situation #like wtf #I am alergic to myself #how the hell do I avoid that?!?!?!!? #life post #sorry for the rant

[justsomeinsanehuman]

Pain is funny. With it you can make people do whatever you want. Even the strongest will fall under it. You can use it so no one can ever hurt you or the people you love ever again. But it can turn against you in a second. It is beautiful and dangerous.

#i dont know why i wrote this #im going to go die now #im sorry #i dont fucking know

[snest0]

I want to draw Snake-eyes and Tomisaburo, when they first met, when Snake-eyes and Tomisaburo were rivals, when they were enemies, then when they were in love.

#i dont know why i wrote this #gi joe renegades #snake eyes #storm shadow #snake eyes x storm shadow #snake eyes/storm shadow #gi joe

[dybalassunshine]

Written All Over Your Face - Leandro Paredes

Leandro's POV

Something is wrong. I've had this feeling since the morning when I woke up alone in bed. At first, I thought she had gone to the washroom but after 20 minutes passed, I couldn't help but get up and knock at the washroom's door to check if she was alright. No response. I knocked again and again but no one replied. Panicked, I pushed the door hard and it was open. I'm an idiot...

Thank God she's not in there though. I put my shirt on and went downstairs to see if she was there. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. Then I heard it, a slow hum from the porch. And indeed she was there, sitting on a chair, reading a book and whispering the melody to some song. I tiptoed to her and hugged her from behind.

"You're up early. Any special reason?"

Instead of responding to me, she shrugged my arms off. Yikes.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to read this book in peace."

"No problem. I'll make coffee for us."

"I'm not in the mood right now."

Something is definitely wrong. She loves coffee! Her day doesn't start without having a cup of coffee. I took a long glance at her face and sure enough, she wasn't her usual cheery self. Her face was cold as if there was a snowstorm on the other side of it. She must've sensed I was still there because the look she gave me could wither a forest down. I hurried back to the kitchen to make myself some coffee.

Breakfast felt tasteless. Everything becomes much less enjoyable when she's not there with me. I quickly ate the rest of the waffles and washed the dishes. There's no need to anger her anymore. She's definitely mad about something. But what? I tried to think of anything wrong I had done but nothing came to mind. Maybe she's having issues with her novel? But she shares everything about that with me. She wouldn't cold-shoulder me because of it. Then what is it? Time to find out.

An hour had passed since the coffee thing. I was in my room, changing my clothes. After changing, I went to see if she was still sitting there on the porch but she wasn't there anymore. I heard noises from the kitchen and there she was, making coffee for herself. Oh, she's definitely mad at something I did or said.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?"

"Making coffee."

"Yeah. So, I was thinking since I have a few days off, we should go on a vacation or something."

"I'm busy these days."

"Oh, with the novel? You can write there as well."

"Thanks but I'd rather stay here and complete it."

With that, she left me standing in the doorway and went back to the porch.

sigh

And that was the last thing she said to me. She has been ignoring me ever since. I tried to ask her if she was mad at me but she didn't reply at all. I was losing patience. All I wanted was to talk to her and resolve any issues but she wouldn't even look at me. It was almost 10 PM now and we were sitting at the dinner table, quietly eating.

"Are you mad at me?"

She looked at me, shrugged, and went back to eating.

"Look, I'm trying to understand why you're angry at me. If it's something I've said or done, just tell me. This silent treatment isn't going to resolve anything."

For a moment, there was silence. And then she finally spoke.

"Lea, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. But the truth is I'm upset with you. Last week, I told you my brothers want to come to see me this Sunday and you invited your friends on the same day. My brothers didn't want to impose so they canceled their visit. I miss my family so much. I travel everywhere with you, and I love it, but I do want to see my family sometimes. I had a good chance for a family get-together this weekend but no, you had to invite your friends the same day!"

I took a deep breath. So, that's what this is all about.

"I'm so sorry Sweetheart. I was too excited to see Rodri and Leo again. We hadn't seen each other in months and luckily they were both here in Argentina so I called them over. I didn't realize your brothers were coming the same day. It's completely my fault. I'm so so sorry."

She sighed and got up from the table, with her plate in her hand.

"Look, I understand you didn't do that on purpose but I'm really upset right now and my novel isn't helping either. So, I'll appreciate it if you give me some alone time."

"Of course. Take all the time you need. I'll sleep in the spare room tonight. Just know that I'm sorry. And whenever you're ready, we'll talk."

She walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, and goodnight."

I hope her anger will subside by tomorrow morning.

It's safe to say I couldn't sleep at all. Not because I'm a man-child who needs his girlfriend to fall asleep but because there was a huge spider on the wall opposite to the bed. It didn't move but my paranoid ass couldn't sleep knowing it was there. I was so terrified, I didn't even leave my bed in the morning. I just sat there, praying it would go away. And it did, scared by the door that opened suddenly. I held my scream at its sudden movement but sighed with relief when it went out the door.

I looked over to see her at the door, confused and holding a tray.

She glanced over her shoulder to see the spider crawling out and then looked back at me, terrified in the bed. Realizing what had happened, she laughed loudly.

"Oh Lea, you big baby! Don't tell me you didn't sleep because of that poor spider!"

"Easy for you to say! That thing was huge!"

She laughed all the way to the bed and slowly put the tray on the side table. There was breakfast and two cups of coffee, which made me smile.

"Good morning. I made breakfast."

Her smile was warm as the sun and I made a mental note to never upset her ever again.

#i dont know why i wrote this #i'm obsessed with this song though #leandro paredes #i'm bad at fanfics i know i know #Spotify

[kiwibirb1]

I remember when I got older, one day I asked what the pills my mom took every day were for. She sat me down on the couch and explained postpartum depression to me gently, answering all the questions I had. It put a lot of how she acted sometimes into perspective, her bad days where my dad tried to distract us. She told me about how it was easier to manage when I was born, just go through the motions of feeding and changing diapers, but how when my little sister was born and it got worse she felt all this guilt because little toddler me just wanted to play, and didn't understand why mom was so sad. But she got help, got medication to manage it, but she still has bad days. She still has days where she can't get out of bed, days where she can, but it's too much to interact with other people. And that's okay. So I want anyone who's struggling with PPD to know that it's okay, and that you're not alone. Bad days happen, and it's not your fault. Your kids will understand one day.

#ppd #postpartum depression #i dont know why i wrote this #but your all valid #your doing the best you can

[squooshyc]

Robot who has nails instead of screws. You’re not supposed to take them apart, you’re venturing into the unknown by repairing them. Their body was made to contain something that was never meant to be revealed to the world. As they stare up at you, the LEDs in their eyes flashing a warning light, you pull open their front cover. Why do they look so scared? They asked you to do this. Maybe now its coming to them that they are a containment unit for something their creator, undoubtedly a human now dead, cherished very heavily. Maybe their creator wanted to preserve something important within their body, to be given to the robots who now inhabit the world. You look back at your own mechanical skin, and wonder about your creator. A machine, designed to a fulfill a preset task, designed a machine designed to pre-set their own task. You reach inside their body, your arm engulfed by light and plasma, and you grab something.. thin and crinkly. You pull it out. It’s a bag. It reads:

“Hot Cheetos”.

You open the bag and take a bite of the over processed.. something that is inside. You must admit, your [CHEMICAL RECEPTORS] say it is pretty good, but spicy. You eat another. And another. You realize why humans used to worship this. As you go to put the robot’s front cover back on, you find yourself lying on an operating table. This man heaves open your front plate, which was nailed shut. You suddenly realise why humans worshipped such a dangerous artifact.

#i dont know why i wrote this

[somniasky]

She smack my barm till my pey's wet

#i dont know why i wrote this