#the only reason I dont is because my dad showed me a fucked up music video once when I was 9 and it ruined the song for me

[danidoesathing]

you know it was a god damn slap in the face to find out lord huron had so much lore. I had been listening to this band since freshman year and i only found out a month ago there was not only an overarching narrative(s) to their albums but theres multiple characters, stories, groups and locations all set in the same universe. not only that but they had a WHOLE ASS MOVIE based on said narratives. i cant believe I spent like eight years of my life entirely oblivious to this shit!! what the hell!!!

#I saw the vide noir movie poster on their merch store and went 'yo whose this bitch???' and then went down a spiraling rabbit hole of lore #turns out that bitch is saddest most pathetic man on the planet and I love him #this is what I get for not watching music videos #the only reason I dont is because my dad showed me a fucked up music video once when I was 9 and it ruined the song for me #I didnt want to go through that again and LOOK WHAT I MISSED #THANKS DAD #I just thought world ender was a funky song I didnt know Cobb Avery was an actual character!! why didnt anyone tell me!!! #I thought it was just stylistic shit!!! #im actually mad it took me this long I feel like I missed out #not missing out on anything else babes new fixation is ago #I have two skills and they're called BEING ANNOYING and DECENT WRITING SKILLS and im doing both #dani speaks #lord huron

[volinare]

All the stuffies I have

#the bear is the only one I have left from my actual childhood #All the rest got lost in moves or I gave them to my little siblings #I had a velvet rabbit from my mom.... another rabbit #A duck. A small cat that my memaw made from a pattern on the back of a stuffing back (saddest about that one) #A sheep thats like those old fashioned bottle holders your apparently not supposed to use (i dont think they ever actually used it to hold #my bottles) #and a build a bear rabbit that my dad got for me when my parents sent me to visit my cusins for a week while getting divorced #BUT these are the ones I have now! plus a whole bunch of crocheted #Not pictured: a bunch of mini crochet nightmare before christmas dolls my grandma made #I took a picture with them in it but they arnt showing up #zero (who i keep wanting to call pluto for some fucking reason) is in my car #The bear my dad gave me. idk when. when i was like 7 or so? i think? #the fish my dad gave me.... I think for my 13th? it may have been my 14th or 15th. #The triceratops my ex got for himself but i asked him if i could have it when we broke up and he said 'sure' #the penguin was when my grandma first started her crocheting endeavors and messed up the pattern #it was originally for my sister but she was really little and it scared her so i adopted him #his name is herbert (the rest dont really have names... whoops) #The small dinosaur also plays music and like sways a little when you wind it up. i got it at good will abecause it fucking called to me #like it was not an option to not buy that little fucker #The dragon is weighted and my ex got it for me because he had a dragon by the same company and one of our alters was like. obsessed with it #and the the non-crocheted penguin i got today. from a sort of fuck buddy to fwb situation #I was giving him my old phone because his broke so i think he felt bad? and so he gave me the penguin #It like. freaked me out a little #and i guess he could tell because he was like ' hes cute. he's a nice guy' #and thats my entire stuffed animal history #edit: oh i guess the picture did have my night mare before christmas ones. arnt they cool!!! she makes a lot of little dolls like this.

[gatiox3]

kung Fu panda. 4

u guys thought I forgor about my ramble? UR WRONG

so um WTFOK SO KUNG FU PANDA i freaking love kung fu panda HE IS MY FREAKING LIFE if he never existed my sister wouldnt be a furry (will not elaborate she is blocked here FOR A REASON sorry nox) I HAD HIGH HOPES !!! (FIRST MISTAKE.) the music, was breathtaking, felt like i was watching kung fu panda for the first time again (not really but u get wat im saying) the animation was FLUID! there were some stiff parts, but I hardly noticed them, theres only one part where some movement didnt make sense?? like for example po was flung to the left but was then was stopped mid air, and awkwardly moved right to the ground?? i was the only one that noticed it i think thats a me thing FUCK HALF OF MY RAMBLE GOT DELETED ANYWAYS. OK SCREW WHAT EVER I WAS GONNA SAY UMMM THE ART. THE COLORING. THE CONTRASTING COLORS. THE TRADITIONAL CHINESE ART (duh) I WAS JUST AMAZED BY IT ALL IM A FREAKING ART NERD loved it so much AND THE CHARACTER DESIGN for the villain BEAUTIFUL. other character okayish.... picked most obvious animal and made her wear clothes...! im a picky person. OK WHATEVER BUT WHEN THE MOVIE FINISHED, it felt so short?? maybe cause IT WAS SO FAST PACD??? WHY DID THEY DO THAT. the beginnning started out good ! there was that initial action, somewhat revealing the villain their motives, and then showing where po is and what his dilemma is !!! BUT JUMP CUTS EVERYWHERE. IM BEING SO SERIOUS WHEN I SAY THERES PROBABLY ONLY ONE FADE IN SCENE (done perfectly if i may say) BUT WHAT. AND SOME OF THE SCENES FELT A LOT MORE SHORTER than others. almost like they added the scene last minute because they needed it?? or sm like it cuts from one scene, characters bond for 2.2 seconds, JUMP CUT! WHAT! OK SO NOW IMA GET INTO THE STORY, I WONT GIVE MANY LIKE MANY SPECIFICS< BUT ITS UNDER THIS CUT

ok so i noticed this in kfp3, but they donot take the movie that seriously anymore! in the og kfp obv there were some funny scenes, and they fit PERFECTLY. there were serious scenes, heartwrenching ones, and they worked so good. BUT IN THIS ONE. THEY HAD TO MAKE EVERYTHING A GAG. IT PISSED ME OFF???? I COULDNT LIKE FEEL FOR THE CHARACTERS??? EVEN THE VILLAIN CANT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. gags EVERYWHERE. not even to the build up when then villain finally acts on their master plan! not even when PO GETS A VISION. NOT EVEN THE FREAKING. THE HOLY SHIT THE ENDING PISSED ME OFF SO FUCKING ABD YOU HAVE NO FUKCING IDEA. WHEN THE VILLAIN GETS SENT TO THE SPIRIT REALm, GAG. OH MY FUCK. NOT EVEN LIKE WHEN MASTER SHIFU IS MEDITATING AT THE END. GGAG IM GOING TO GAG ON YOU. EVEN WHEN THERE WAS A SERIOUS SCENE BETWEEN TWO CHARACTERS, OR LIKE A STORY ON THEM, i coulnt take it seriously because the story wont take itself seriously! ok ummm where am i OH DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THAT FOX GIRL WITH PO I HATE HER SO MUCH THAT I DONT EVEN KKNOW HER NAME. this might be more spoilery so BUT SHES BASICALLY JUST SOME SELF INSTERT Y/N WHOS A BRAT?? AND IS EVENLY MATCHED FOR PO AND IT FELT LIKE I JUST WATCHED A WATTPAD GET TURNED INTO A MOBVIE. I SERIOUSLY THINK ITS JUST A ME THING BUT IDK. YOU PROBABLY DONTK KNOW JWAT IM TALKING ABT BUT YEAH. i wish the whoel thing was just a lot more like! kfp u know! i might just be blinded by nostalgia ! im not even gonna lie my fave part was seeing TAI LUNG I FUKCING LOIBVE TAI LUNG HI TAI LUJNG IMM YOUR BIGGEEST FAN DID THEY GET THE OG VOICE ACTORY??? IDK BUT I LOVE U HE WAS THE MOST SERIOUS CHARACTTER IN THE WHOLE MOVIE AND IT JUST SOLIDIFIED MY LOVE HAI TAI LUNG !!! HAI !!!!!!!!!!! they also had the other villains there but werent really like used within the story but i understand, they also kinda did the same with tai lung but I LOVE TAI LUNG UGHSHWBDW. ok yep ALSO GAY DADS!!!!! but there were like 3 story lines going on, gay dads, villain, po and the other thing, it coulda worked out! but it felt rushed! idk but the betrayal was just sooooooooo obvious wdym u trusted a FOX who is a CRIMINAL who says DONT TRUST ANYONE, and I KNOW HOW TO GET YOU TO THE VILLAIN. po is kind hearted so i cant blame him for trusting her anyways i love u po big kiss. BACK TO VILLAIN, ugh she had so much potential, like the true introduction to her was merely perfect! there were gags to the side, but it didnt effect it as much! but PLEASE JUST LET HER BE A BAD PERSON SHE ISNT FUNNY !!!! WE NEED TO START TELLING PEOPLE THEY ARENT FUNNY OR IT RUINS THE WORLD!!!/j but the fight scene at the end was beautiful, it showed her true potential, but how it ended was anti climatic. a single move they couldve done at the beginnning, and a skadosh (i love skadosh btw) and when all the villains were finally leaving, there was no SERIOUS ENDING FOR HER. she just screams on the way in, gettiing one last laugh. idk i just love kfp im very passionate abt movies animation art music wat not sooo yeh i think thats it HAI TAI LUNG I LOVE UUUUU I LOVE UUUUUU AHHHHSHHAHAHAHHSSHSHAA conclusion the movie was beautiful, kinda funny, but beautiful das it the end

#u guys are not spared #kung fu panda 4 #I'm kinda scared to tag it cus what if I get MURDERED #katz bullcrap #TAI LUNG #TAI LUNGGGHSGDJGWJDW #also ignore my typing this is how I talk 24/7 #kung fu panda

[biipbop]

Ooooh how about the other P5 cast? Strikers and Royal included. In the Flower child au

Havent played strikers yet (I own it and will get to it soon I swear 😞)

The first time Ann hears about Akira knowing gas chamber is from Ryuji. So its no surprise that she thinks he's full of shit and Akira would 100% commit to the bit and never confirm it. Everyone else will similarly follow suit and also think Ryuji is trying really hard to convince them that not only does Akira totally know gas chambers on a personal level but tatsujun isnt just PR. Theyre married and are Akira's adopted parents. It gets to the point that Ann and Ryuji start arguing about it publically. It becomes a running joke among there classmates.

Most of their classmates are pretty ick about it (they dont really think positively of Ann Ryuji and akira as is so they joke about how the deliquent is really out here trying to convince everyone he's related to celebrities). Mishima on the other hand believed it the instant he was told:

Ryuji: *points to Akira* This guy is the love child of tatsujun from gas chamber

Mishima: *sideeying ryuji* reaaaaally?

Akira: *straight faced knowing he looks like he knows you know hes lying* yep.

It was enough for Mishima.

Futaba already knew. She found out while doing a bg check on Akira before he moved into the cafe. She also doesnt tell anyone bc she also thinks it's fucking hilarious that no one else knows.

Haru initially doesnt believe them but she once met Jun at a charity function when she was younger. He had tatsuya with him and she did get the impression that they actually were romantically together. One day she corners Akira to find out the truth but it very much goes similarly as it did with mishima (Akira confirms but is he *actually* confirming it or just messing around??) Haru is eventually able to get a crack in the facade when she tells him how he met the two before and how she thinks they might actually be together. How encouraging it was to see a queer couple who were so in love that they couldnt really hide it. Akira breaks and ends up sharing family photos with her.

If youve seen my flower child au comics theyre kinda inconsistent with how and when morgana and Akechi find out. Earlier comics had them knowing during the events of the game while my more recent comics have them finding out post game. But i think I prefer them knowing during game cause it just makes better sense for me timeline wise so....ignoreing my own comics I guess

Morgana would technically be told the same time as Ryuji except Morgana would have 0 context as to who tatsuya and jun are or even who gas chambers is. So from Morgana's perspective Ryuji thought Akira's dad (who morgana saw pictures of from when Akira was a kid) was a girl. (He will never let Ryuji forget this). Ryuji would later be talking about gas chambers with Ann and she would be the one to show morgana their music and recordings of interviews and live shows. Because theyre fully dressed like a v-kei band Morgana wont put 2 and 2 together until after he actually meets them.

Even though he would also do a background check on Akira, Akechi doesnt know that about who Akira's parents are. (Jun and tatsuya couldnt legally adopt Akira so technically Katsuya and Maya would be Akira's legal parents but everyone in sumaru knows bc Jun and Tatsuya never hid their relationship. Also all the members of Gas Chambers go by a stage name for privacy reasons)

Like Ryuji Akechi also grew up familar with Gas Chamber bc his mom was a fan (side note: I think both Ryuji and Akechi would have young moms who couldve been good friends). Akechi, gun to head, would never admit this to anyone especially not akira but Jun would be his gay awakening. Akira only finds this out after Akechi meets his parents. They dont break up over this but they get close to it. Akira would refuse to talk to his dads for a week when he finds out leaving his parents panicked bc their bby boy is big sad and might have broken up with his first bf but doesnt want their help. They stay together and all is good but lord help Akechi if he ever points out any similarities between Jun and Akira.

Yusuke has no fucking clue who Gas Chambers is. But when he meets Eikichi he will go to stalker level to get a chance to draw him. Luckily for him Eikichi finds out about the little weirdo thinking hes beautiful and is all about it. He keeps every piece Yusuke gives him and even has Yusuke's paintings in the family restaurant as well as his home.

Sorry this is rambly!

Edit: I forgot Sumire!! I'll be honest, I have no clue. I dont believe she would know who Gas Chambers is. Futaba would probably only know bc she's a gremlin and constantly online.

Sumire most likely would think Ryuji is trying to tease her and not believe him either. She would be with the squad when they go visit Akira and find out Ryuji didnt lie. Shed be glad that Futaba and Akira got the pleasure of their long con going through without failure.

Also the p2 squad will realize that the metaverse was a thing when they hear Morgana talk.

#biiptalks #flowerchild au #persona 5 #persona 2 #will this be the push i need to replay royal?

[dizzybevvie]

Politely asks if you have any OCs, and if you want to show off their designs or ramble about them if so?

Hello anon i am about to present to you some of the most boring motherfuckers youve ever laid your eyes on.

OK SO.

In late january 2 years ago, me and my good friend Raya (@ randomstuffifindinteresting) were makin stupid unfunny jokes about the stereotype of the hypermasculine homophobic dudes with so much internalised homophobia. Thus, Chad, Brad and Jake were born.

I dont draw them seriously very often, its mostly meme redraws, but theyre very basic looking people and dont have a hell of a lot going on with their outfits anyway. you can see a majority of the memes and stuff at (@oh-em-gee-oh-sees) but theyre a little old.

[Chad, Brad, Jake(theres no yellow); and their good friends Vivere and Mori]

So Brad is kind of the favourite because both me and Raya want to smooch him LMAO. Hes 6'1, a lil chubby, got big ol tits and one of them big ol curved noses. Personality wise, he's more reserved than anyone else in the group and likes to listen more than he likes to contribute. He doesn't feel like he has many hobbies or interests because he just moves through life. He likes to be an observer. He is BIG into music though. I guess you could say its his special interest, but he certainly doesn't know that. He particularly likes women's pop music kind of as a comfort thing? Growing up, it was just him and his mom so he finds it calming. He doesn't bring it up very often though. Whenever he's zoned out at the kitchen counters you can imagine he's thinking about it. He also likes baking, but he doesnt do it enough to consider it a hobby.He's also pretty sensitive but struggles to be emotionally available. His love language is acts of service and quality time. He's for sure autistic but I dont know if he knows that lmao. He likes bracelets, especially beaded ones with coloured string inbetween because he likes to pick at them during the day. He has some weird aunts and uncles that pop up time to time, usually with no idea that he cut off the rest of his family for reasons I won't get into. They're all eccentric, but they're all very sweet.

Chad is Brad's husband and possibly the only functioning member of the group. Hes the only one who can carry a conversation outside of them, be it a starbucks employee or their upstairs neighbours. But hes also fuckin angry all of the time. It doesnt take a lot of teasing to piss him off and when he does he gets this very slight southern accent on some of his words, which only insights more teasing. Mostly from Jake. He fucking HATES Jake (affectionate). He is actively working on it though, and he has gotten a better at controlling it. He's banned from the kitchen and has been since about a month after the three dudes moved into their apartment. Safe to say, Brad does most of the cooking. Chad's definitely the strongest of the group, which is absolutely definitely not overcompensation for his height and how inferior it makes him feel. Like, realistically he knows its stupid to be that hung up on it, and no one actually cares, but his parents were VERY strong on gender roles and it stuck with him. If his dad, who would take him outside to chop wood and thats it found out he grew up to be 5'4? Chad doesn't like to think about it. His parents do know though. They're the only ones in contact with any of them, and noone is thrilled about it. Every six months or so, they'll travel up north to see their son and ask him all the typical questions. Do you have a girlfriend, whenre you getting married, etc. Not out of ignorance either, they know he's married and they often do it while his husband is in the room. His dad will often make snide remarks about his physicality disguised as jokes, too. And although Chad gets furious at them every single time, he's the best at not blowing up when its them. He'll squeeze Brad's hand whenever something happens, but thats about it. Until they leave and he has to lay down from how exhausted he is. He only lets them stay because a part of him wants to believe they'll accept him. And they dont even know about Jake. He goes to stay at the girl's apartment while theyre over. Chad's discomfort in femininity certainly doesn't last long, though, because he's the type of person who runs STRAIGHT at what he's afraid of swinging wildly. He started wearing dresses and such, and a few weeks later started doing small-scale performances in restaurants and local theaters, for which Vivere was the ultimate hypeman. He probably wouldn't wear a dress without an occasion, but hes comfortable enough to do so now.

Jake is a fucking. loudmouth. Everythings a game to him. He likes to poke at people (metaphorically and literally) to see where the limit is. Whats frustrating too is that hes good at it. He's good at finding where the limits are, what not to say, what exactly to say thatll push your buttons but not in a way thatll actually upset you. He likes to be annoying as possible. This goes hand in hand with his avid use of sex jokes. All the time. He's a big fan of the kind of comedy where you take a joke thst isnt funny to begin with, and then run it into the ground until its dead and gone. He especially likes to tease Chad because hes the most reactive,and he finds the southern accent fucking hilarious. He's your typical blonde-guy-with-mullet - He likes to drink energy drinks until his chest hurts. He vapes, which everyone else hates (except Brad, who only really has an opinion on it because Chad does). He won't say anything about it until it becomes to much for him and he breaks down, but its partially self sabotage. As is his hypersexuality. He has a weird relationship with sex in that being hypersexual is freeing from his hyperreligious upbringing, but he also uses it as a way to hurt himself. Mentally he's definitely the worse off. He's the smartest too, but chooses not to use it. He slips in and out of polyamory with Brad and Chad - they consider themselves 'dating' but it wont ever go further then that and hes free to do whatever outside of that. Its very casual, and Jake has an intense fear of commitment. Its kind of just him appearing at their door at night and asking if he can sleep in their bed that night. He's a LOT worse than he lets on. He does have anxiety which mostly manifests as him picking at his fingers until they bleed. He'll occasionally have panic attacks and the like, for which he has a psychiatric service dog that Ive only done an hour or so's research on so Ill do that soon. His name is still undecided because he had an original name that was stupid, but now hes a service dog and not just a pet i wanna change it, lmao. Despite all of the redirection and unhealthy coping mechanisms, Jake is a very loving person and his friends love him too <3! He and Brad have been best friends since year 4/3rd grade. They met because Brad was drawing and Jake came over and was like "wow youre good at drawing. can you do the keep out signs for my secret hideout?" and then Brad followed him around like he'd been adopted by an extrovert. They met chad in school about 4 or 5 yearz after they became friends.

Vivere is our resident person who could for sure intervene and fix thing but instead is going to watch it burn down. I wouldn't say shes lazy, she's more just someone who wants entertainment, and shes found an easy source. She can be pretty genuine, but she's always lighthearted. She's on the ace spectrum, but couldn't tell you where. She and Jake are best friends. Shes the bright ideas, hes the execution. They remind me of Team Rocket LMAO. She is an avid cheater of games. She has never not cheated at a board or card game. She brags about cheating but she has a poker face of steel. She'll make monopoly trades with Jake in order to fuck over the other players. Its easy to spot when Jake's cheating because he cant stop grinning, so Viv likes to set him up and encourage it to take the attention off of her ploys. Other than that, she's really into reading. Shes partial to horror, but she'll read just about anything. She also loves animals, But not the typically cutesy ones. She likes reptiles and bugs most. She and Mori have a gecko called Egg and if anything happens to him she'll run away forever /j. She also loves looking into pseudoscience, because she finds it interesting whether or not she believes in them. She is a strong believer in the principles of yes-and and will commit to a bit even if it kils her. She's here for a good time, not a long time.

Mori is tied favourite with Brad, for sure. She's 6'4 and always smiling - not a big one, but its always there. Like what can i say? she loves her friends. She likes kind of old-timey things. She has a pocket watch that never gets used but is there, on of those dial up telephones, etc. She loves collecting too, so she has an EXTENSIVE record collection that she considers her life's work at 22. She loves the sea and pirates and everything that goes with it. Mori also has a few ships in a bottle placed delicately on her windowcill. She's REALLY good with animals and trains dogs for work. She's a dog person for sure. She and Viv eventually want rats, but theres not much space in their apartment for the amount they would need and they have Egg for now. In terms of her dynamic in the group, she serves as the mediator - particularly when playing a game like Uno or Monopoly. (Side note: they had to write colours on the cards for both games because of her colourblindness. Does she know shes ginger? good question, i dont know.) Unlike Jake and Viv who are determined to cheat the rules, Mori is more flexible in the way that she'll change the rules for the group if a compromise is needed. She's the second most social competent after Chad, shes just very charismatic. She also is the Dungeon Master when they play DnD together. She's big on dice collecting. She has them all organised by colour (Vivere helps lmao) in jars and displayed on her drawers. The group is extremely tight-knit and are almost always with atleast one other member of the group, but Mori has never been spotted in just a tshirt and jeans. The pirate outfit stays on during sex /j. What does she wear for pyjamas? No one knows. Vivere refuses to tell.

Uhhhh yeah I think thats basically it, LMAO. Tysm for asking and sorry this took a while to answer. but yeah! Here's the little dudes!!!! TBH i always enjoyed OCs that dont have any magical powers or plot theyre just people livin their lives, lmao. <33

#also in the dnd game Egg is a wyvern and Vivere's familiar lmao #ocs on main #long post #apollo says stuff

[sheskindaperfecttryhardboys]

inspired by a post i saw by @mh-midnight-wanderer

🌹🦇Things I Liked About The Movie🦇🌹

Frankie…thats it thats the post - Ceci played the HELL out of them I loved the casual representation like the thing I hate about most shows that add representation is thats all there is to the character and here it isn’t the case Frankie is my favorite character of the movie not just because of them being nonbinary. between the Info-dumping and how relatable their struggle with socializing was and how consistent they were with their movement and the first day they were 15 days old and the next they were 16 days old I really enjoyed that. They in my opinion had the best outfits in the movie like I did not hate them as someone where my clothing and makeup expression is very important to my gender presentation. Overall they held up the movie definitely.

The music was fucking great there was not a bad song all of them bops going onto my musical playlist hell my main playlist even cuz the hyperfixation is real

The visuals and like background music was so on brand in my opinion like I don’t know how they could have been done better with the budget they had I really did feel immersed in the universe

The humor was also so on brand the football scene and the main 3 disturbing ghoulias rest in the graveyard were some highlights for me

Eventhough I am Jacksons biggest simp the teacher I did like I know alot of people were saying it was predictable but their motives and everything and how they didn’t want Clawdeen to get involved and thought their way was the best way for her I enjoyed. and hell from what i recall they never said his first name that could be Jackson.

I enjoyed headmistress and Dracula’s characters they are just as I would have imagined them and how Draculaura has conflict with her dad due to their family’s legacy I related to alot as a kid who feels like they haven’t done enough as an 18 year old because my siblings already had cars and high gpas and stable jobs by then

🌹🦇Things I Disliked About The Movie🦇🌹

Cleo - fucking white woman jumpscare everytime she came on screen I omfg

The casting in general when it came to the poc in the movie yall know damn well Cleo and Clawdeen could and should have been casted by darker actresses and the argument of talent can not be made because there are plenty of darker skinned poc actresses who can act and sing yall could have found

i wish they kepted ghoulia nonverbal/speaks zombie i made a post touching on this lightly ill link it here

🍒🧟Things I Liked About The Cartoon🧟🍒

Draculaura, Cleo, and Lagoonas cartoon characters looked very cute

Im trying to be positive here okay

🍒🧟Things I Didn’t Like About The Cartoon🧟🍒

TORALEI!! im not even not even upset about the fact that she’s fucking british okay its the fact they scrapped her origin of being an orphan that had a rough upbringing and how they brought nuance to her character instead to make her some bigoted chav she was one of my favorite characters and yall shat on her

i didnt like the story felt rushed and cheap but that was only one episode I watched so

felt like a baby show and not a good one like miraculous ladybug or sophia the first like just bright colors make them shut up for 10 minutes baby show i was hoping for something fun to watch at any age like the og Bratz show

the styles of the character are hard to look the only ones that I like are draculaura and cleo and maybe lagoona really the rest of them I don’t see myself getting dolls of which makes me upset cuz as someone who really liked live action Frankie if their doll looked like that I would have bought it

why did they make clawdeen biracial? i dont know if this is for the show and the movie im assuming both because of how the character looks. like did the idea of having a fully black main character not vibe with y’all what is the reason if yall wanted to have a biracial character then create a new character making a character who was fully black now biracial is crumby as hell making it seem as if having a dark skinned femme lead isn’t appealing

this can apply to both the movie and the show really where are clawdeens siblings??? howleen my girl where are you!! clawd my himbo!? i loved how the wolf siblings showed the variety of shades black teens came in and their characters in general and thats just gone now

ill add more as i go!!🖤

#monster high #the formatting on this looks horrible jfc

[deadricslover]

late night thoughts: volume 1

none of you know me very well and I create some of your pre-bed time scenarios, so I thought I'd give you some really really random facts about me whilst I work on my many many many drafts. If you have any questions ask below! Although there are some things I would like to keep private for privacy reasons 💀 :)

- I am fluent in multiple languages! sometimes if I'm using one language for a period of time and then switch to another, I would mix words up and it's very funny when people don't understand me.

- Usually little girls would love to be a princess or a hairdresser, right? well my little self wanted to be a (as I called it) a racecar driver...... but in normal terms: a formula one driver. I don't know what was going through my head but I was obsessed. stealing my older brothers toy cars from when he was younger and wanting a go-kart for Christmas was normal to me and I often got made fun of for it. That dream would still be ideal today but I have more practical aspirations for my future now which is very emotional for me. :( I loved Daniel Riccardo he was literally my idol (+ vettel and Alonso!!!). My obsession was so hardcore that I refused to watch princess films and play with Barbies. I received a Rapunzel doll for my birthday when I was eight and took off her dress and coloured a race suit onto her with a sharpie. It was very creative to be fair.

- every relationship and friendship (besides my brother ily smelly) I have been in ever has been toxic and tore me down, my luck is so kind to me right? don't pity me or I swear- I was little and didn't know better. THE POINT IS my online friendships worked out so much better so I value you all so so so much honestly<3

- don't laugh at me please but when I was younger I had a crippling fear of the Simpsons..........they were scary ok?

- I have a dog!

- Christian bale isn't my only celebrity crush but that's not shocking I don't think.

- batman isn't my favourite superhero. shocking? he's one of my favourites but not in the top five. he is definitely the most attractive one, but as a character I prefer marvel characters :)

- i.am.a.sucker.for.romance.

- favourite..

superhero: super potato from Peppa pig. who else?

movie: the dark knight and whiplash (couldn't recommend enough, honestly)

tv show: ben and holly (I ❤️ Gaston). fuck Daniel Riccardo^^, Gaston is my idol

colour: RED WHEN I TELL YOU I LOVE RED- OMFG. I like purple too

food: grapes. theyre so random but I love the purple ones.

person: my best friend's mom. he knows I prefer her over him and feels so loved by me 💀 idk why I love her sm but I do. ur mom jokes are daily for us because of this.

animal: my older brother ❤️ he's the smelliest pig.

song: you know I'm no good ( and that whole album) by Amy Winehouse is my current hyperfixation but I love harry styles :) basic ass bitch I know but the arctic monkeys are in the mix too!

- I am literally the best at mario kart. like nobody can beat me for real, my mom and dad would play with me and my brother and I would always beat them no exceptions.

- I am literally -like I said a second ago- the most basic biatch. you know that one aesthetic that's like nerdy but in a Pinterest way? like loving taylor swift, marvel, books, Lana del Ray, music, Gilmore girls, the arctic monkeys and star wars? that's literally me. not that the arctic monkeys, Taylor or anything are nerdy but you know what Im trying to say? sorry if u don't HAJAJAHAHHA

- I cannot let my room become untidy. it's just a thing. I can't function in a slightly messy room, let alone a monstrosity that looks like an alien space ship crashed into my house. it irritates me because I constantly find myself cleaning and reorganising.

- I dont know why I got the urge to write on here, I never wanted to be an author growing up but I just thought it would be fun.

- I literally don't know what else to tell you😭 I'll edit this whenever I think of somat to add hehe.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #batman begins #christian bale #deadricslover #the dark knight #f1 #daniel ricciardo #the simpsons #idkwhatthesetagsrlmao

[weirdlyweilder]

I was going to put a restraining order on my brother

My entire life I have loved singing, humming, tapping to things. Music just coursed through my veins like the softest liquid happiness I could just pour into myself. I genuinely enjoy it, and planned to make a life out of it until recently.

The people in the story, are my mother, my father, my brother, rando police officers and me

I'll admit off the bat I was an annoying child, but my brother took the cake yet somehow I always ended being blamed for it.

Even if I like singing and sing to myself, I have always tried to not bother people. But growing up, I obviously didn't have that kind of concern for bothering people with my singing. Billie Eilish, Jessie Reyes, Eminem when he sings his raps(lol), Layla Blue is my absolute favorite and so far people have said that I do sound like her more than any of the artists I try to sing for.

My brother hated my singing. Flat out, constantly threw it in my face, and it was hard. My mom just used to shrug and say that she was too tired for "this" and that if I didn't want to annoy Harry I would just stop singing all together in the house, permanently. Meanwhile my dad would try to go to his room and talk to him when I got older he stopped. After many years of even just me slightly singing quietly in my own room, Harry would yell through the walls that I'm garbage or "you fucking suck.". And then just silence, until I see him in the hallway or meal times here and there. He only has ever spoken to me when I sang, he doesn't say thank you or excuse me, we don't gift eachother, we don't look or share anything. I have no idea what he even does with his time, I dont hate him but I genuinely can't say I love him enough to care what he's done with his life at this point.

You can imagine my concerts, as a child for me, a crowd did not stop my brother from reminding me that I was bad at the one thing I loved more than just about anything, obv my friends and my boyfriend but it's been really rough in some areas of my life with him around. My parents don't even have to bring him, he'll just show up. My friends have never even payed attention to him, which I think is pretty nice that they like me with a brother as annoying as him.

I have quite abit of awards, and I have participated in a lot of events all throughout my school life. Senior year I planned to move out as quickly as I got accepted into my decided school and all of financial aid was helped by my parents.

And I did, but that for some reason doesn't help. When I moved out my brother moved out too, "coincidentally" said my parents. He had not told them where he was going or that he was even going! And what just bothers my brain all over is that he didn't take any of his stuff with him. I paid it no mind though, I hadn't told him at all where I was moving, I was moving across the town because I'm still in college so I want to be able to commute via bus. And even so in an area which takes 10 minute walk to the nearest bus stop.

I read that if I got a restraining order within the same house as someone that person would have to move out, and while my brother treats me badly I didn't want to that because it's my parents house. Even if I could have prevented him from going to my school, and messing up my life there.

My new apartment is small, it's the smallest yet the cheapest I can find with today's rate, and bonus the bus to my job even passes by here along with one that can take me well closer to the school.

The day after my move I had realized the apartment right next to me got a rug, I found it suddenly odd because the lady that gave me the tour said the people next to me had just moved along with the one of my apartment. I shrugged it off and kept walking to unlock my door to my fresh new apartment. And then there he was, sitting on my floor from inside my locked property. I stared at him baffled. I didn't even get a word out before he just unplugged the TV, which I have no idea when he unpacked it but he had put it on the floor leaning against the wall and he sat criss cross right infront of it. Whatever channel or show he was watching my fear and surprise was too much to even notice.

He got up, and walked towards me, my heart racing as we stared each other in eye. My brother being my brother I wasn't sure if I was even expecting anything to be said by this incident but I think I wish he wouldn't have. I wish he would have came in and left. But what he said to me before walking out of my apartment and down the hall was, "I always know where you are.".

The color drained from my face, the backpack that was so heavy on my shoulder slid off, even after the sound of a door closing I stood in my door way completely in utter terror and shock by what I just saw.

I don't remember who I called first, the police or my parents. I was shaking, the additional dead bolt my dad had installed on my door didn't even seem enough from the inside anymore.

I told the police when they got there before my parents that I wanted a restraining order on him immediately. I sobbed uncontrollably and while I knew he was listening probably through the walls, I didn't care. I had escaped a life without his taunting and he follows me?? I didn't believe it. Truly I couldn't believe at how awful I felt then; but honestly the awful had just begun.

The police had banged on his door, they waited a while, but nothing. They told me that it sounded like he wasn't home. And I said that was impossible it had been in my apartment less than maybe 30 minutes ago and I was listening to him stomp around abit.

The police decided to let my parents handle this since I was hysterical, and they said I could go tomorrow and fill out the paper work. I didn't know why he said that to me, I didn't know why I trusted what he said and most of all I didn't know why I couldn't feel safe even if nothing had happened to me and it was indeed just Harry no one else.

I was very paranoid but none of the things the officer said to me, made me feel safer being next to him.

My mom chose to stay the night and move things around and we slept on the somewhat bed on the floor, and my dad went home for work tomorrow.

It seemed like sleep didn't come to me for a while, I could see the door from my room, and it felt eerie. I was half expecting him to burst in, and half expecting him to already be inside. I think I would have preferred the latter.

When sleep did eventually hit me, it didn't really last long. I started to feel heavy, damp, like as if I was having the worst heat wave but my body seemed cold.

I awoke to something heavy on my chest, and at first I had thought mom had thrown one of my pillows on me so I tried to grab it and fling it off when my hand touched what definitely was not a pillow. It was my brother squatting over my sleeping body. I looked up at him and from what little moonlight came in, I looked into his almost demonic looking face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, poking my mom on what I thought was her butt at the time. According to her, I had stabbed her in the stomach with my finger poke.

She a woke and turned on the light and just like that, he was gone. The weight disappeared but my fear was definitely deeply rooted. As I was telling my mom about what had happened she had told me it was a bad dream and that what I had seen today was the scariest thing I had seen yet. I wasn't sure I even believed her, it felt very real to me. I felt his breathing on my face, the heat from his body, I just couldn't explain to her because logically she was right there was no way he could have gotten in an out without me noticing; unless he never left.

The next day at the police station, I think I wish I would have never went. Out of everything in this story, I sincerely wish I just didn't walk through those doors, or sit down. Nothing. I wish it never happened, somehow my brother made me fear police; or atleast just the one that talked to me that day.

The police man that was taking down whatever I said after his questions seemed very nice, he was sweet and talked to me extra gently for some reason but I didn't really mind. He asked me who I was putting a restraining order on and why, and I said my brother Harry and he was silent for a bit. He asks me if that was his nickname, and I shock my head, "No that's my brothers name, his legal name is Harry _____". Once again the officer looked at me weirdly. He asked me if I was playing a prank on him. The words, 'a prank' hit me in the stomach like a truck. I thought "I knew, they weren't going to take me seriously."

The police officer showed me his computer to which had a black film screen he had slid down for me to see that under my family, there was only my mom and my dad and my name right there. "And wheres Harry? Does he have a different last name or something?"

Once again the police officer looked at me like I was insane and just shook his head quietly. I just couldn't understand why, what was so wrong about what I was telling him and he was telling me. The conversation seemed to be going no where, so I got up and I said I changed my mind and that I was just going home. I got my bag and turned to leave before he put his hand on my arm, grabbing it firmly.

"Ma'am, please have a seat. He'll here shortly." Those words hit my back like pure daggers.

"He?" My mouth trembled as tears already sprang up

"Yes, Harry. Will be coming to get you, and he's coming, and he's coming, and he's here."

The door to the officers room had opened slowly, and since it was fully wood I had no way of knowing what was going to come in through that door.

A small lady officer poked her head in, asking if everything was alright and I had ripped my arm away without turning around and said yes as I walked out the room.

I walked home after that, and I went in through the back side of my apartment building so I would be closer to my door, not having to pass by "his".

Everyone's words repeated in my head over and over. None of it made sense, I felt physically ill.

I realized that I didn't need to be alone, but because things have been so hectic I had forgotten to ask a few friends and my boyfriend to come down to the apartment, so we made plans for the next day. I think that was the only thing normal about everything I had going on in my mind.

I went to shower, and I turned on the shower without opening the shower curtain, as I was undressing and putting my clothes on top of the sink, I was down to my underwear before I pulled back my curtain to reveal a soaking wet Harry standing in my shower.

At that point I was just angry. I was just so angry that I punched him, he didn't even seem to flinch. Almost like in a cool super hero movies, but when it happens right infront of you, it's not a cool superhero movie. Physics just didn't happen, which only crossed my mind later on. He's not a villain he's my brother and he's standing in my shower, wet, fully clothed, with no reaction to a punch to the face.

Tears had already began streaming down my face, no crying just raging tears as I stared at this unflinching man. I didn't even care why anymore I just wanted to live normally.

I looked him in the eyes as I turned off the water, took my clothes, and locked the door from the inside out. I had done backing up slowly like he was some sort of animal, and I was the prey.

When the police and my parents got there, to my demise. Harry was not there. Harry did not leave any wet towels or even a single drop on the floor, it was like the shower was never even on to begin with. The shower was completely dry.

After picking the lock open the police were very unimpressed. They told me I can't make fake calls, they told my parents I could get in deeper trouble if they weren't being so nice.

My parents apologized and looked at me with such a look I couldn't read but it was towards how I had made them look in front of the police. Like I was red riding hood telling the wolf about the wolf and the wolf not believing me that there was a wolf. I just felt so belittled, like I was the crazy one there. When my own brother had now multiple times been in my apartment unannounced.

I didn't understand..The logic of things didn't add up. How he got into my apartment, what the police officer said, what all the officers I have seen in the past couple of days, everything really, it didn't add up at the time.

I decided right then and there to prove to my parents and the police he was there. It always worked, he has done it all my life.

So I sang, loudly. I sang a lullaby that my mom and my dad had always sang to me and my brother. But nothing. Nothing for what should have taken seconds, not even after I finished the short song, nothing.

We all stood there quietly after a few moments when I finished, the woman officer awkwardly complimented me, but looked at me bewildered.

My mom began to sob, it's almost like she folded like a broken lawn chair. She sat and cried and the police were even more confused, my father assured them things would be fine and they left not before reminding me about fake calls.

My father sat down and he held her. He replicated her upset. But I simply couldn't put my finger on it.

"Why can't you just let go." My father said finally

"Let go of what my dreams?? Let go of singing because he's so spiteful, why can't I just be left alone!" I screamed at him but the incoming tears that came with that started to muffle my last few words

"Marissa, I just wish you would take your medication-" My fathers words caught off as he got up but my mother continued his sentence, "You won't find peace anywhere you go if you keep blaming yourself, please, let us help you" Her words were wobbly but not as much as I was afterward hearing even more yet confusing words

I didn't understand what they were saying; I didn't know if what they were saying was even real. I didn't even know who I was. I began hyperventilating, and the last thing I remember was being on my mother's lap as she gently stroked my hair.

Just this one last scene before I ended up here, her tears slammed down my face like water bullets. I had opened my eyes and she was just praying as she stroked my hair, there was no way to tell where we were but it was a white walled room, too bare. I couldn't move my body but I didn't fight it; somehow it felt on the brink of light and almost dead. Looking around the room the light was too bright, and there were three chairs, my father sat in on sleeping straight up with his hand on his jaw. Next to me the chair I presume was for my mother, and then the other sat my brother looking at me almost like he hasn't stopped his eyes were red and deep yet looked weary though.

"What's wrong?" I whispered and my mother looked up at me surprised, she stuttered to think of something to say before she realized my gaze.

"I'm just worried about you, you got too sick." He said in the nicest way I have heard in my first 19 years of life.

Yet somehow I didn't acknowledge that, "I'm sick?"

He nodded almost robotically, "Very, because you keep thinking about me."

I wanted to yell at him, I started storing and wanting to move and use whatever energy I didn't have to get up. But my mother had reverted my gaze to her by pushing my cheek towards her

"He..he is not real baby." She whispered but followed it up shushing me gently back to sleep; as she continued to push my already pushed back hair. Her tears still slamming my forehead with their force.

I looked back to my brother, and he smiled sweetly. As he walked towards the bed, I watched him with intensity. He looked at my mom who only looked at me curious about what I was doing. He leaned down and kissed mom on the head, she had no reaction. I twisted my neck to see her, and the put his finger up to his lips. I was utterly confused why he did that. Looking forward and backwards between the two, neither of them seem to react.

"Let go of me."

"How?"

"Find out soon before you waste your life away, let me live through you, not hold you back. Go. Push forward." He put his hand on mine and just like that vanished before my eyes.

"Mom, did you feel him kiss your head?"

My mother looked up and searched the room, her eyes skipped my father and looked behind her and I caught a glimpse of medical equipment on the wall.

"Where? Where? Where is he?" She talked in a wail and she just covered her face crying into them all over again.

Looking back at it.

I think I tortured my mom by being alive. I can see the only child shes ever wanted, and I constantly remind her that I see him and she couldn't. It was for the best. I didn't know how to get over seeing my dead older brother my whole life because I never knew he was dead to begin with. My parents left his room exactly how it was, and there was never a neighbor next door, the mat was moved in front of it by a random person after it was dragged around.

It took me along time in here to realize and learn everything; but there's not much I can do now.

Harry and I do not see each other anymore.

#stories #schizophrenia #mental illness #mentalheathawareness #horror #horror starter #horror stories #scary #nervous #anxitey #anxious #sadnees #sadcore #long reads #realism #relatively #retro #relationship #brother #sister #realistic fiction #writing #annonymous #real or fake #discussion #dissasociative identity disorder #did osdd #police #government #restraining order

[megismorallysunny]

26/09/23

ok so an okay day, i think writing a blog has unexpectedly made me feel worse about myself. i remember more, but i feel like shit more than usual, but i like writing so im not sure what to do. it sucks. i had history first "the sub" was in today he wanted us to acc learn shit, sooooo boring. Carmite, Emerald and "sapphire" all sat together. i cant remember if i mentioned sapphire but hes one of the boys.

they played a roblox obby in class and they kept getting caught so they decided to take out their calculators and PRETEND, it was so embarassing the sub told them not to go on their phones after 10 minutes of them fake playing on their calculators just for carmite to say "hehe not a phone its a calculator, gottem" it was SO EMBARRASSING. HE SPENT 10 MINS. anyways, granite is gone to tenerife so its just me and diorite for a while.

french was good. yknow that girl bluebird that i talked about yesterday, well she got in trouble for not doing her hw again and like she was talking to the teacher and the teacher had to ask her what three times because she was so quite. some other things but i cant remember. for pe we did badminton because the pitch flooded, me and diorite were partners and we bet 1 other team. i was pretty shit tbh. for lunch diorite bought me a chocolate bar and stole some kinder bars. she talked about how she started feeling guilty last night cuz she stole some stuff from a shop and then she found out that there was only one of them (not family owned but not a corporation). i said i also felt guilty when i did that because i have the resources to pay i just dont like spending money. i dont steal, it was a once off chance and just felt like shitty of me.

for business a bunch of 2nd years were in our seats eating lunch and chatting, they musnt have gotten the message to leave when i thre my bag over them to reach my fucking seat. i had to get the guy in crutches to help me out because i just dont like talking to 2nd years because idk they have a weird vibe. also at lunch coming from the shop me and diorite got swarmed by 1st years we didnt know, and asked us for stuff, they asked me for popcorn and i kinda just ignored them and walked through them, maybe i should have been nicer and given them the rest but also im a hungry hungry hippo. they also knew my friends name?? my friend stopped and gave them kinder bars, on the way to business another first year asked for a kinder bar and she gave it to him, "they really took the worst you can get is a no to heart". it was really funny and sweet though the way they flew to food like bees to pollen. anyways the teacher didnt show up for the first 15 mins in class and it got REAL silent, so a girl in my class decides we need to d icebreakers (the only new person in the class is bluebird, and weve all known each other for a little over 2 years). we have to say our full name then our hobby, im 2nd and i CRUSHED it. i did amazing, we got to every1 and out of like 28 only 4 people didnt do it. in geography i felt rly lonely, sure i got a back seat but at what cost, i didnt have anything to do, i felt like shit, and a group of people played among us and i kinda wanted to aswell but i dindt have it downloaded and i just felt awkward, the worst they can say is no but, they remember that no, it was kinda nice seeing them play but i didnt want them to see me smiling so i did it every rarely. diorite wasnt there becasue they had a music thing, i dont do music cuz i sound like a drowned rat. i then walked to my dads work, stayed in his van for an hour so he could finish work and then went home.

i forgot to mention but 1st class ended 10 minutes early for some reason, and no teachers were told so it was rly confusing, my mom got home 4 hours late from work, her top boss is visiting her work and shes one of the managers so she has to do lots of things, we didnt get dinner till 9 cuz dad had to drive my brother to basketball which he just started. i could have just made dinner myself but also yknow, your supposed to eat the food people cook for you and they were going to cook it was really a matter of when. ive decided to learn portuguese which is really stupid but of well, i can try. i hope i shift tonight, wish me luck xoxo

[princesstokyomoon]

tagged by the Loverly @nsfwitchy <3 <3 <3

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag other blogs! The facts can be about anything!

I hate bdays and christmas lmao. There is a Reason yall will Never see me mention the day I Actually get older, and its not a privacy thing. Legit haven't even told my gf when it is, and I could Not tell you when hers or any of my friends are. I resent feeling like people have to give me something because a 'calender' tells them theyre supposed to, and I am not giving anyone anything for the same reason. And I am INSANELY grateful to have people in my life who understand this about me and accept me as I am, cus its a HUGE pet peeve of mine when a TV show acts like this is a character flaw that people need to fix.

I was homeschooled for all of secondary school, because my parents didnt want me to go to the secondary school all my schoolfriends were going to (had a reputation for drug problems at the time), so they gave me and my sister the choice of we both move schools to a different town, or we try homeschooling. We voted homeschooling in the end cus a) no homework and b) dont need to get up as early. Though part of me still wonders what it would of been like to go to the other school, that school had an INCREDIBLE stage and a lil music booth.

I've LOVED singing for as long as I can physically remember. I don't have a lot of early memories, but I do remember how much I always loved to sing. I am very out of practice now, but I really want to retrain myself properly, because there's Nothing that compares to the high of being able to spontanously pull a solo out of your hat in front of a crowd, and then having them Heap the praise on you.

My love of singing was what lead to my love of acting. The first school play I was really in sorta got me excited for it, but I was a minor part, because I'd never done it before. The next year I auditioned for the lead part, despite being a year five. Traditionally, all the main parts went to year 6's before that point. But the teachers were so blown away with my singing they took a chance on me instead. Not only that, but they had never actually had anyone do a solo before, even if it was scripted to be one. But when we were doing the rehearsals, I picked up both the tune and the melody quickly and confidently enough, that they once again decided to take that chance on me. The insane euphoria I had during that whole process stuck with me forever, and I'm forever chasing that buzz now.

Despite this, I am Shite at auditions. I don't really get stage fright, but audition fright absolutely Ruins me. It was one of the major factors that made me realise I would never be successful in the acting industry.

I'm english, but not genetically, i was just bron here. My mum is half german, half dutch, and my dad was half irish, half guyanese. My mum was born in south africa, but her family moved here when she was six. My dad was born in london, but neither of his parents were born here. So when i see conversations about "ethnicity" i find them Very confusing and Cannot relate to most of whats said.

I love my chosen name, (Princess Aridan Jayce), but I legitiamtely love my birth name too. So I would never legally change it. I cannot use my birthname online without basically Instantly doxxing myself becuase it is That Unique. Googling my surname Directly brings up members of my family, even with no other specifics.

I knew I was kinky LONG long before I knew I was queer. Hell, I knew I was kinky long before I knew what kink WAS. I just spent a large portion of my childhood thinkin I was fucked up and broken. So while I dont consider myself "born" queer, I DO consider myself born kinky.

I have INSANELY big fears of intimacy and commitment. It's a miricale my girlfriend even puts up with me tbh.

When I was a kid, I couldn't decide if I wanted to be an archaeologist/palaeontologists or an actor/singer more. I think based on the fact I ended up going to college to do musical theatre, and then uni to do performing arts made it clear which one won the Edge in the end.

ima level wit yall, i do not have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with Taggin folx rn, so yall feel free to go ham

hopefully my innane ramblings are entertainin enough as is <3

#me

[creativebrainrot]

i need to vent and i dont expect anyone to read this or even care

heavy shit ahead in a rambling manner because my heads a mess

my dad and i spent the first three weeks of January sick, like horrifically bedridden sick and i havent felt that shitty in ages, last december was the first time since i was sixteen that the holidays hurt, like fucking hurt. that kind of im alone out in the cold while everyone else has their friends and family kind of hurt.

last year was the fucking worst year of my life, i couldnt work with my dad and he only made 3k for the entire fucking year, we were on the edge of homelessness, every opportunity fell through, we almost went without food but atleast for that, he found a food bank. i had the worst breakdown of my life and almost ruined my dominant hand. (accidentally, not selfharm.) the only fucking thing that ive had my entire life was art and music, and i almost gave us medical bills that would fuck us over for the rest of our lives. i almost lost the only fucking thing i have, painting. i was so lucky to only get a scar out of it.

and ALL of our fucking monetary problems are because of a piece of shit, that abusive fucking worthless cunt, who wanted to break me. wanted me and my dad to suffer. that vindictive self-absorbed selfish waste of a fucking life, who couldve helped us but no. no, always "poor little me" always "i cant believe you would do this to me" ALWAYS ABOUT HIM. every fucking time. never actually fucking helping us. abusive piece of shit.

the financial abuse left us with zero opportunities, the isolation left us with no friends, no support group. i have no one still, because i dont even know how to fucking make friends. i loved and still love talking to people, i was such a social child and that fuck made me so scared and afraid to the point that i almost have a panic attack EVRY TIME i make ANY MINOR FUCKING MISTAKE in a conversation. we couldnt afford the bills let alone the mortgage, have a shit car we cant repair (yet), pets we can barely afford, and its all his fucking fault.

and now, we have to deal manipulative extended family, using our confused angered grief about his death against us to get me to sign away money im probably not even gonna get.

and im fucking tired.

i wish i could lay down and die. i wish i could give up. i wish there was an easy out. but there isnt. and deep down inside i want to fight to see tomorrow, and ive never seen anyone talk about how fucking tiring it is to need rest, to need a fucking break, but want to keep fighting. its so hard to verbalize but fuck me is it tiring.

i just want my fucking life to start already. i want out of this shithole state, i want out of the abuse and the faked care and the fake concern and manipulation and the feeling fucking ignored and invisible already.

21 years of pain i never showed or talked about, 21 years of agony and abuse no one has ever seemed to care about, 21 years of no one listening, of feeling utterly fucking alone and unwanted. and for some stupid fucking reason, ive always hoped. even when hope almost hurts more than the shit situation its self. im so goddamn tired. i cant even see myself in the mirror. im so tired of being this alone and hurt. i want to give up, but i cant stop fighting for a future i dont even know if ill have, and thats exhausting.

#moonlitmelancholy #venting #personal

[nemir]

it’s quest loving hours

just some random headcanons & things that remind me of him that, for some reason, refuse to leave my brain. you do not have to agree with them, they are purely for me & anyone else who wants to enjoy them uwu also i’ll put it under a cut because long post is long.

--» because you both tend to work the night shift (or just long days in general), you don’t have a lot of time in the day to do things so you’re doing groceries at 10pm on a thursday, dr’s appointments are scheduled for like 3:45pm. last showing at the movies. late-night dinners at the sports bar. --» in the same vein; late night laundromat visits. super super liminal space hours and it’s as if only you two exist in the entire world on these nights & neither of you would have it any other way. you throw balled-up socks at each other, race in the wheely-basket things, dancing up and down the aisles of dryers. sometimes he’ll go out and have a smoke (not very often, since he technically quit. but the weeks where work has been especially rough, he allows himself a bit of stress relief) and you just watch him from inside; you hate the habit but lord he looks so good with a smoke in hand, taking a long drag, the other hand running through his hair. he closes his eyes and leans his head back to exhale. --» rainy summer nights. the lights reflecting off the puddles in the streets, the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car. you’re parked in a field outside of town watching a thunderstorm roll in. --» bob ross paint-along’s for date night. or just for fun. this poor man hardly has an artistic bone in his body (he’s a writer, not a painter) but the effort is there and it’s adorable sitting there, watching him hyperfocused on his canvas, tongue sticking out a bit as he’s lost in the creative process. he also 100% almost takes a sip from the rinse cup. --» 80s music. 80s coming-of-age movies. i just have this feeling in my gut that he would’ve consumed that shit growing up; his mom probably loved all those iconic films. pretty in pink, sixteen candles, breakfast club. he would look amazing in acid wash denim and you can NOT change my mind. lots of hand-me-down clothes from his dad/grandpa or something, from that era. --» dude absoLUTELY grew up in a 80s decorated house. im talkin’, grandma’s house. golden girls type of shit. wicker furniture. BLACK. BATHROOM. FIXTURES. UGH WHY DID THOSE EXIIIIIIIIST. guest bathroom was beach themed with a blue toilet. even though he was born in like ‘91/-’92, does not matter. --» stationary collector. i mean we all been knew, this man loves his pens. but he can’t not grab a new notebook when you’re at walmart/target/whatever. will buy new pens and sharpies and the like, even when he absolutely does not need them. complains that he has no where to put them all, but he’s afraid to use them (and no this is not me projecting shut the fucK UP) --» carnivals at night. unsurprisingly good at the games where you gotta shoot something (JFKLDJFD) and wins you the biggest prize which he is then forced to carry for the rest of the night because he HAD to do it immediately. i dont take him much for a rides kinda guy though, mostly games and the food OH MAN candied apples, caramel corn, funnel cake, those lil mini donuts. it’s the time he gets to treat himself (and you). but just all the bright lights, colours, the bass-y pop music from the rides that gets more muffled as you walk further away.  --» those winter nights when it’s pin-drop quiet, the sky is almost purple. it’s snowing and the snowflakes are big and fluffy. the snow isn’t that good, sticky packing snow but that won’t stop him from scooping up a handful of powdery fluff and throwing it at you! red noses and cheeks, laughs and smiles. big floppy mittens laying over the heater as you curl up with hot chocolate. --» crocheting things for HIM. the very i d e a that you learned how (if you didnt already) and then went out of your way to make HIM something? a scarf, a hat, some slippers for his big ass feet and a HUMONGOUS sweater (gotta contain those ARMS and tiddys yknow?). he keeps that shit for EVER. even when it’s falling apart, he asks you to fix it to the best of your ability because he never wants to lose that, never wants to let go of something so precious. broken things can be fixed. --» yknow those things you can buy that’s like, “the night sky on [date]”? 100% got that for you as a gift. the night you joined the server. the night you started dating. the night you met in person. one of them is on a little pendent necklace that you never take off, which makes his heart burst every time he catches a glimpse of it. --» i feel like he grew up kinda poor, so the idea of crazy expensive frivolous gifts does not spark joy in him (there are some exceptions, of course. but it’s a big deal to him so when you DO get them you know it’s extra special), and he definitely gives ‘something made has more meaning’. he likes making things for you, as gifts. diy king. would also 100% do something cheesy like buying a bouquet of flowers, puts in one fake flower, then writes “the day the last rose dies is when i will stop loving you” on the card. --» speaking of writing things: notes in your lunchbox. both of you, though. you do it for each other. it’s so simple, but very sweet. or if one of you works the morning shift, you leave a sticky note on the mirror “have a wonderful day! i love you! xo”. --» i’d say mix tapes/burning cd’s but uhhhh LOL it’s 2022 so personalized spotify playlists. all the songs that remind him of you/you two. perfectly curated for specific date nights. when the talk of marriage comes around, he busts out a “potential first dance songs” playlist LMAO he was already ready. --» loves a good card game. im talkin crib, rummy, fuckin... this man has the most intense games of solitaire. scrabble nights. tries to beat you at trivial pursuit but you’re a master of trivia games. a lot of those nights end with some cards/game pieces scattered over the table and floor, along with some articles of clothing coughcough --» i can see him being a morning lover. mostly due to working nights. by the time you both get home, you’re exhausted and that is the very last thing on your mind. not to say it never happens! of course it does. sometimes it’s the best way to get out some uhhh frustrations from the work day. but the way the sun spills through the window and over your body just [motor revving sounds], yknow? he can’t help it. you’re so... fucking ethereal.

#quest #bloomic #blooming panic #god this turned out so much longer than i expected it to #im not even a little bit sorry #anyway #thank you for coming to my tedtalk #enjoy the headcanons uwu

[akaashioppa]

Promise Me?

pairings: baji keisuke x reader

summary: Baji promised you that you would have a great night. You, him, and Toman. He was out to have a good time too until the drugs came into play.

warnings: baji using drugs, curse words, angst, mentions of blood and teeth pulling. DONT DO DRUGS!

w/c: 1.6

a/n: Baji is a sweetheart and i know he’ll never do anything like this ☺️

A boy’s night was meant for the boys and only for the boys. The roaring sounds of the motorcycles, the blasting of the music did not go well with the anxiety that was soaring throughout your body. Baji being the crazy person he was, decided to bring you out to the club where all of the members of Toman would be.

You were standing near the game room with Baji’s hands firmly gripped around your waist. The sharp canines in his mouth were pressed against your delicate skin. The feeling of him kissing your neck all the way up to your ear was making you weak. 

“Hey, I’ll be over there with the boys. You stay here with Emma.” He muttered into your neck, His husky breath invaded your personal bubble. The scene was making you intoxicated with him and you didn’t care. All of the worries about coming here tonight with the gang completely washed away once you saw that smile. He was actually happy and not grumpy for once. Usually, he was a pain in your ass with his sudden outbursts of rage or the way he’ll set something on fire just because he wants to. 

“Okay baby.” You tried so hard not to stutter but Baji’s hand would accidentally slip into your inner thigh. The haze you were caught in finally came to a halt when his warm aurora left you. He stood by your side with his arms draped lazily around your shoulders. 

“Yo, Emma, Watch my girl will ya?”

“It’s okay, I can watch myself, babe. Let her enjoy herself on the dance floor...Go with the boys.” You pushed him gently in the direction of the boys. That particular grin on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. It was the same grin he gave you when he first told you that he was in love with you. He also showed that grin when he was ready to rip someone’s head off of their shoulders but you didn’t mind. It was hot either way he showed it. 

“Okay...I got you...remember that.” 

“I trust you.” He walked off into the distance towards the bathrooms where two other men stood. It was quite odd of a scene since the other boys were in the arcade playing pool and cards. He was the only one in the dark part of the room...No, he would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable. He promised since the first day you guys met that he would never lay a hand on you or show you the demons within him. Baji always wanted to protect you from any danger that awaited and tonight was no different. He made sure that there was a member in every corner of the club so nothing would happen to you.

Emma’s cheerful scream broke you out of your thoughts, “Come on (Y/N) let’s go grab some food from the food bar I’m starving.”

“I could go for some sushi.” 

You walked off from your spot with Emma’s hand in yours. There was a creepy feeling in the air, it’s been there since Baji left your side. He wasn’t with the boys which caused you to feel tense. Another reason was that he was still back there with those boys who now had something shoved up their noses. It looked as if they had tiny shovels in their noses.

‘There’s no way’

“Hey, Emma, Do yo-” 

The sopping feeling of dressing on your clothes helps you come to a rest. You looked down to see that there was a big stain on your shirt. The person who did it stood in front of you with a look of fear.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you!” The man in front of you launched into action, he fearfully began to wipe your shirt down with the paper towel in his hand. The crowd around you only grew from curiosity. You tried to speak, you tried to get him to stop but the words that were processing in your head wouldn’t allow you to speak them.

Emma grabbed you from the scene. She caught the signal that you were giving out. It wasn’t hard to miss since you stood there in complete shock. “We might need some water. Here there’s a family restroom. maybe we can use the water there.”

“Don’t I know you from somewhere? I think we went to the same middle school.” The man asked, you took a long look at him before you realized where you had seen him from.

“Yeah...Aren’t you Haruto?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m still as clumsy as ever.”

“It was a complete accident. You don’t have to worry, I'm sure Emma has a spare top in her bag.” You waved him off, he seemed much calmer now that you were almost clean.

Bang

The bathroom door was kicked in. Baji stormed through the door with two unfamiliar guys with him. He completely ignores you so he can grab Haruto by his collar forcing his head into the mirror behind him. “So you’re the culprit huh? What the fuck is your deal?”

“Baji! Put him down, it was an accident.”

“An accident huh? Look at you, you’re covered in shit.”

Baji threw Haruto across the room. He scanned the room until he found the perfect weapon, pliers. He snatched the tool from under the sink making sink water spray out everywhere. You watched in horror, the laughter from the other guys encouraging him to continue his menacing antics, it did not make the situation any better.  

“Can you please stop? You’re creeping me out.” Your voice was barely a whisper but it came out the stern. He seemed to have heard you cry out for him. His whole demeanor changed...he has more of a sinister feel to him.

“Why do you want me to stop? He needs to be taught a lesson. If not, then he will think that he can do it again.” He stood over Haruto with the pliers in his hand. He gave him a few kicks in the ribs just to toy with him. Emma tried to drag you out of the restroom but you stayed to face him.

He wiped his nose for the third time since he’s been here. This time a drop of blood followed behind it. You have been counting, ever since he left your side to be with those boys you have been observant of him. His sloppy posture, dilated eyes, his erratic behavior, and now he was having more mood swings than normal.

You tried to force the pressure that was forming in your throat away. You had to be strong, there were too many people out there that wanted to test you because they thought you were too weak to be Baji Keisuke’s girlfriend. So you put some bass in your voice and took a step forward. 

“Are you fucking high right now!?”

He smirked, “What does it look like, baby?”

“You son of a bitch” You scoffed, you marched your way over to him giving him a firm slap across his face. A gasp could be heard from the background. You and he both knew that all of Toman was here to see what was going on. 

“You promised me that you wouldn’t go to the extreme when it came to drugs! Look at you! You look like a fucking junkie, your fucking nose is bleeding and you don’t even care.”

He said nothing.

You reached down to grab the pliers only to be stopped by him. His strong grip from his hand wrapped around your wrist. “Get the fuck away from me”, he snarls.

You stare up at him and say nothing. The disbelief of him grabbing you and saying you engulfed your entire state of mind. He promised. You could only look into his dark orbs to see if he was actually being serious. It was no use, that demon he told you about was consuming him for the worst.

“You promised me that you would protect me tonight and yet you’re doing the most harm.” You placed a hand on his chest to feel his erratic heart beat. You knew what the white substance could lead to. His could actually burst if he got too excited.

He snatched your hand away from his chest,“I am protecting you! If only you’ll allow me to do my fucking job!”

Your hand was ripped away from Baji’s. It wasn’t him nor you.

Mitsuya pulled you into an embrace back from Baji. “The fuck is your problem Baji! Don’t you ever yell at a female like that! What the fuck!? Is this how you treat the woman you claim to love!?”

“What? You’d really think I’d hit a woman? I’m not your dad Mitsuya.” He stuck up his middle finger towards him with that annoying smirk on his face. “I’ll fucking kill you. Give me my girl.”

“I’m taking her home.”

You stood behind Mitsuya far away from Baji. You could see how badly he wanted to ruin Haruto. The blood lust in his eyes couldn’t fool anyone.

“Fine then. If that’s what she wants, take her home.”

“Don’t hurt him Baji. He didn’t do anything. Can you please just listen to me for once?” You were so emotionally drained from the situation that your words came out in a mumble. You knew what he was about to do. Your pleas would never get him to stop once his mind was already made up. 

He chuckled, turning his back towards you. The walked over Haruto again screamed that he would murder someone who got in his way. You sat there with a blank expression watching your boyfriend shove the pliers into Haruto’s mouth. No one dared to stop him, some watched out of pure enjoyment. 

 Mitsuya pulled you out of the bathroom before you could see your boyfriend in that state but you could hear his disturbing laugh and Haruto’s pleas for forgiveness.

“He’s too high to comprehend what’s going on right now. You’ll have to talk to him tomorrow.”

“But he promised me…”

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[calehenituseappreciation]

Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like 

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi-  a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me?  ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure 

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god? 

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much 

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son  tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i  phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay 

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her!  quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like 

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my  deppression 

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :)  dream: see! look! im god! and jesus!  tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ  Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers  techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig 

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃  phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies 

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him) 

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown 

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies  tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur 

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are?  tommy: i know just... forgot  drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent  tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first  drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails 

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

[nagdabbit]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

#aew double or nothing #aew #all elite wrestling #brian cage #hangman adam page #jon moxely #eddie kingston #young bucks #the acclaimed #dark order #penta el zero m #anthony ogogo #lio rush #miro #lance archer #dr britt baker dmd #hikaru shida #darby allin #sting #orange cassidy #kenny omega #pac #tony schiavone #stadium stampede #bryce remsburg #wardlow #mark henry #shit my gf says

[cari28ch3-me]

so I just watched “In the Heights”

here are some positive and negative thoughts:

is it odd that within the first music number the very first thing that caught my eye is that they have dancers of different body types? for real that was the very first thing that cught my eye as I already know the song, so details like that were more important in my mind 

speaking of odd, the accents in this movie. Even when I watch a film that happens to have Latino representation it still called out my atention a lot to hear so many Caribbean accents. So often latino artists either play them down or try too hard to sound Mexican and on this one that Caribbean accents are what really caught my atention and I don’t know how many people will point that out. 

not to compliment him too much but this is the best LMM has ever sung tbh. Who knew that to make that happen you had to give him 3 songs instead of 30.

Corey Hawkins as Benny is probably the best casting decision in the whole film, I know that he has done other stuff, but a million doors better open for this guy after this ok I had no idea he could sing and dance and command the screen this much. 

Daniela and Carla as an offical couple, YAS QUEENS!!! just what we needed for Pride Month even if they are secondary characters, they just always act like a couple. 

Cameos from famous latinos like Mark Anthony and mentions of great artists like Chita Rivera, Rita Moreno and Celia Cruz. Finally some education on screen. 

Olga Merediz singing “Paciencia y Fe” made me cry so hard that my mom came to see if I was ok, I demand an Oscar nom for her!!!! Olga owns that role so hard ok she originated it on Broadway, played Abuela for 3 years, was in the OBS cast recording, and is still killing it at it 12 years alter

very good cinematography which is Jon Chu’s strong suit no matter what

overall cast does a really solid job

now for the bad under a read more cause it got LONG and spoilery

They shouldnt have added more characters. Mark Anthony makes a cameo, as in literal 1 minute cameo and the reason why becomes an important plot point later on ok, he adds more to the story in one minute than plenty other characters with less time do. Example: 

there was no reason to add Cuca, there just wasn’t. Other than giving Dasha Polanco (queen) a paycheck there was nothing for her character to do. She was added to the movie ok the role wasn’t in the play, and thus there is nothing for her to do 

bit of a spoiler but all she does is twerk from time to time and follow around Daniela and Carla like a third wheel. If it was a 3 way polyam relationship then that would at least be something but nah, she just flirts with Usnavi (who she knows likes someone else) and shakes her ass, thats it

not enough Pete!!!! he was such a cool character in the play but in the movie he almost does not exist and you don’t get to see the Abuela Claudia’s portrait ok it feels like a waste 

they cut out Priscilla!!! why? the fact that both of Nina’s parents want to support her is great and we have enough orphans in the movie already, it makes that fact that Nina’s dad is not a perfect man less impactful and instead make so that everything he does in the movie is seen as perfect, Priscilla putting him in his place was a great scene and we don’t get it 

the couples have no chemistry. There I said it. I am ok with the actors they chose but I was rotting for those couples a lot less than in the play.

I expected more out of Blackout ok that song is such a tense and scary moment and here it feels like its played for laughs ok stuff that really hits in the play feels watered down because it is being made into a joke.

This sounds mean but Nina’s voice in the og recording is way stronger than Leslie Grace’s and I knwo that the comparison will be seen as unfair but I have to say it.

to be even meaner, I’m sorry, but Anthony Ramos is a way less emotional Usnavi to me and the reason is that he doesn’t even need the winning ticket to move back to DR, he just gets the check inmediately at the begining of the story so I’m like “ok why bother staying is the other option is always fucking open”.

now for my biggest gripe with the movie: Vanessa’s clothing. Not what she wears but what she designs. Why cleaning rags? just why? 

the movie complains and shows the issues with gentrification only for Vanessa to take cleaning rags, from Pete’s job, and turn them into gentrified clothing. I know that the movie was shot 2 years ago but already the clothes she desings look a. out of fashion and b. annoying. 

The complain that rich people will buy pants and shirts that are already broken and stained but look down on poor people who broke and stained their clothes while doing actual work has been around for a while, so that pissed me off. You can’t make a movie against gentrification and then gentrify clothes and call it your leading lady being “creative” and “great”. 

The fact that no one in the production throught of that tells you that by now they are more “Hollywood” than “from the block” no matter how much they say they are not. Also, remember my Blackout complain? yeah its cause the reason it isn’t tense anymore is that movie brings up over and over again how a tragedy can happen and latinos will just dance and sing like they dont care. 

Characters go from being worried about their safety and their businesses that they need to survive to breakdancing to fire works, why? why do you do it like that? why can’t you show latinos as people with troubles trying to fix them through hard work and instead no one was worried about the blackout until Abuela Claudia died ok they were having a bingo party instead of worrying about their livehood and the safety of their homes.

after “Paciencia y Fe” the movie was pretty much not doing it for me anymore and it is these “small details” that bothered me and took me out of it. Yeah those last 40 min of the movie made me rant this hard so I don’t know if I recommend it or not ok I can’t recommend 2/3 of a movie and tell you to just not finish it. No one will care about this much ranting so whatever, up to you. 

#in the heights #long post #hollywood why #benny daniela and carla were the best parts #alogn with sonny of course #but thats it #ranting