#this makes 0% sense but i stand by it

[binch-i-might-be]

gender is a joke and I'm the punchline

#this makes 0% sense but i stand by it #happy pride everyone! #gender is fake and i am gay ❤️ #rayrambles

[allbuthuman]

i understand (and share) the need for emotionally charged angsty moments, and will very much enjoy it if the manga diverges from the last ep at some points in order to give us some of that, but i think we also need to understand that most of the angst we were making up during the months of waiting was not soukoku-typical and that, despite all the arts and fics and theories (which i also loved), this is how they actually act

pulling off the whole mersault ordeal through coordination, improv and trust while, for all we know, having insufficient information and then showing it off by saying how it was all an act is just like them. it's only disappointing compared to what we wanted from them, not compared to their actual dynamic, and the only thing that makes it anticlimactic is how long we had to wait for it with our minds roaming free. in fact, i don't think that most people reading through the entire arc after it was finished would find it unsatisfying, and i also don't think the characters in a story should be expected to behave as if their actions will be read one tiny bit at a time

i'd still prefer the timing of the manga to be different, taking some time for things to have impact instead of constant action, but the major events in themselves were in character for all the characters involved, and i'm waiting to see how asagiri and harukawa go about it. if they have something very different in mind, i bet they can handle their own characters better than we can

#i saw a couple of people calling it fanservice?? which makes 0 sense this is literally how they always were #maybe after stormbringer but point still stands #chuuya carrying dazai out bridal style after crying over his untimely demise would be fanservice #back on the small grievances i'd really like to see them getting out of the prison etc #much like i wanted the dazai getting shot scene to last longer in the anime #for now we can only wait and hope #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #bsd season 5 #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku

[aaaaaaaaagenloser]

(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

#five the genloss blorbo #let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot #update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem #that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m #h my point stands #it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist #I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g #writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them #and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man #take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M #this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed . #I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense #if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s #she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words #i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now #I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point #so now I’ve got several s #several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle #im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later. #and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense #I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos #I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr #they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go. #so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse #2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!) #3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why. #I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this : #why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness. #why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan #great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!

[doodlboy]

*looking at the dream home guy*

Can I buy a wall please

#this mechanic is both cool and extremely frustrating #how do i store things??? #why do the rooms have walls that line up in really annoying and inconvenient ways #theres no hallway option either #theres a huge square room or a triangle one that makes 0 sense #ugh why #the building your house idea was cool but heres a thought #have preset walls/doors that spawn in or you can choose what goes where #or just- let us buy walls and shit for cheap bc 250-600 rupees per room is already ridiculous #mayb im just not creative enough to assemble a house using these pieces #but literally everything i do leaves a huge gap in the walls or ceiling and its really frustrating #its also frustrating that the guy follows you around everywhere amd gets in your way when you're trying to place things #when he could literally stand at his counter thing thats 10 ish ft away and not be in my way #*slams head against wall* #anyway #loz #loz totk #totk spoilers #video game rant #elliot rambles #rant in tags

[squeiky]

Now that im thinking about it, that "lycanthrope" headcannon for Chaos is actually kinda cool if i consider Metal Sonic as a vampire (specifically of electrical vamps- but a Ultrakill type "blood is fuel" would be awsome too..)

A Metal Sonic energy vampire (or blood is fuel) and high-tide Chaos together would be such a killer combo...

Considering that Metal Sonic literally sucked up a bunch of biodata from other peeps as well as a bunch of electrical/factory power to compelte his transformation (which allowed it to fly..)

So its already kind of a vampire at that point, just replace "biodata" with "blood".

Though the lycanthropy type headcannon probably could work, since Chaos technically has a transformation that is equivalent of a tsunami, but tbh i just to see a "werewolf"-esc full moon transformation of Chaos that makes him look cool, big and powerful because who doesnt enjoy seeing that??

I mean, he already transforms because of small powerfully magical rocks, why not transform because of a bigger, powerfully gravitational rock???? The moon!!!

#metaos #metal sonic #chaos 0 #yeah i know i keep tagging these characters in every metaos post i make #but its either have 1 person see this and give it a like- which in turn makes me feel validated and feel a sense of community for exposing #my deepest inner heart as this ship is very close to it- or get nothing and feel the wind breeze and the solemn silence of sadness #so imma keep tagging. best bet is that someone blocks me and happily moves on with their life if theyre annoyed by my posts. #dunno why i felt the need to say this. im just kinda lonely being a one man stand ever since my metaos buddy had gone awol.

[tallyhoot]

me thinks i shouldn’t have to go out if every time I go out my back hurts

#Angry at parents again. #They always fucking ignore my problems and it’s so fucking annoying #It doesn’t matter if I’m in pain #I still have to go out to get stuff #Arghh #:0( #Walking hurts #standing Hurts #sitting hurts #It’s so unfair #This post makes like no sense ngl

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

that interview with ayo about her being an uncomfortable child really has had me thinking a lot about the way women of colour(and obv within that group there's even more differences than just between white actresses and actresses of colour, like colourism will play a part etc) get cast into either (romantic) female lead roles or quirky, funny roles and it's just like. i wonder how much it's a symbiotic thing between yourself, your self-deprecating sense of humour and like. casting agents and or showrunners/writers. it's also a tragedy bc that means we rarely get funny actresses in more serious situations (bc they're banished into the haha funny girl roles)

#i don't know if this is making sense and it's honestly a lot of projection probably but i'm still thinking about it #i also have a half-cooked thesis about the difference in how they shot sydney in s1 and s2 that i am convinced is bc some people #among the crew had realizations after seeing what they made in s1 and adjusted accordingly but i haven't yet compared the seasons so idk #i don't think this makes a lot of sense bc i'm trying not to project or assume too much from ayo based on her stand up and one interview an #like. bottoms the trailer but #i'm thinking thoughts about stuff #the bear #my head hurts so i'm going to bed and if this makes 0 sense i'll delete it in the morning asdfgh

[fitzrove]

jfkfkdkddk i just realised it's gonna take me a couple months to release my video essay so maybe i'll just blurt out some of my tanz der vampire hot takes now

- ALFRED IS THE MAIN CHARACTER come on you guys,,, you can like and be interested in other characters but it's a problem when the show itself doesn't remember how it was written. The very structure of the show (music, dialogue, plot, scenes) rebels against trying to change this and productions that push him aside just end up jumbled and messy. It's literally a main reason Kunze hated Broadway Tanz

- tied to this, so many people view carpe noctem as this "haha weird random nightmare dance number, guess it was added to pad the runtime" like no... that is literally a way for the show to metaphorically recap and further develop the central themes of the show to the audience at the beginning of act 2... open your eyes...

- I'll take Kunze's "tdv is a musical symbolizing the fall of the berlin wall" (true take of his) over "a longterm relationship with krolock is the ultimate way for sarah to liberate herself" any day. 😭

#like. #rant about the sarah and krolock thing ahead #when i write todolf fanfiction it's never about how rudolf's relationship with tod is a way for him to be liberated or smth #in fact it's always vaguely horrifying #i mean the closest thing to liberation is the todesengel au where he Steps Out Of Time but with that i tried to strongly imply that its #actually really awful because he gives away agency & moral & opinion and becomes inhuman because of that #but anyway. krolock and sarah #it just doesnt read as liberating to me to have her go from the house of one man to another... she always said FREEDOM IS OUTSIDE/out there #not 'freedom is in krolock's castle specifically' #means to an end!!!!! #actually thats also how i feel about tod and elisabeth fjkfkf means to an end #i _like_ that the 'romance' in the stories stands for much larger metaphorical themes #shipping is fine and fun but romance in the traditional sense doesnt fit the actual productions #because it makes them just like every other kitschy musical in a way they were originally not #to be clear i'm not meaning to be a hater jgldkdj all fandom is fine and ppl like those ships for various reasons #but the original show is so complex and those complexities are personally important to me #i wish it had stayed that way :'0 maybe then more people would write alfred/sarah and alfred/krolock kfkdösjfkd

[cinnamontoads]

scott pilgrim takes off a solid 3/10 from me i'd say just read the comic atp

#i know it's not intended to be a direct adaptation by any means #BUT. that's no excuse for poor and confusing writing #the whole thing was just... baffling. and not enjoyable #those 3 points go to good animation and wallace wells #i cant believe im saying this but i like the movie more than i liked that. and i don't like the movie at all from a basis of accuracy #a lot of plot points didnt make sense. characters got almost 0 characterization #if i didnt know them beforehand i would be even more confused on who everyone is or why they know and like each other #scott and ramona's relationship at the end was just not believable at all because they didn't develop on it for more than 5 minutes? #because scott was missing for 6 episodes? why would she go so far for a guy she had a one night stand with? #im just. hrnnnngh #also the voice acting was dogshit will forte my saving grace the only ep i liked was 7 because he elevated it

[syxnewt]

AMERICAN PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL IS SO :0

CUZ LIKE TODAY WAS A PEP RALLY AND SOME TEACHERS AND STUDENTS DID MUSICAL CHAIRS AND ON THREE OCCASIONS TWO PEOPLE FOUGHT OVER A CHAIR LIKE NOT PUNCHING OR ANYTHING BUT IT GOT ROUGH AND EVERYONE WAS JUST LAUGHING AND I MEAN I WAS TOO BUT DAMN IT WAS CRAZY

#TWO OF THOSE OCCASIONS WERE BETWEEN A TEACHER AND A STUDENT #ALL THREE HAD TEENAGE BOYs so that part makes sense #but shittttt #Not to mention at the very end the last teacher literally cheated by standing in front of a chair #everyone cheered very loudly when the boy won #by ripping the chair out of her hands :0 #this may actually just be my high school I can't see this happening at my old school

[synonymouslyyours]

.

#im going on these super awkward lunch maybe-dates with this dude #he picked me up at a party and i just wanted to make out a little #but instead of making out we're just having these incredibly boring conversations #where he tries to convince me to watch soccer and tells me about how his parents met #which is a little much for me #so im currently standing outside the lunch hall awkwardly delaying when i have to talk to him #but i think i have to break things off 😭 #he's sweet but has 0 sense of humor (i have never even seen him laugh much less crack a joke) #and doesn't seem to be into like books movies tv.. just soccer #so basically nothing in common and not a vibe #but he's nice so i feel bad :(

[spocksmalewife]

cracking up at the way i showed up to a friend's function in hs with a condom tucked into my skirt waistline just in case like girl what were you THINKING was gonna happen that night?

#i remember the decision to do that too #i just grabbed it from my night stand and tucked it there with something i could only describe as a sense of resolve #“gotta be prepared for anything” #and proceeded to make 0 moves on anyone there #even though my options were literally 2 people #and even if i did we were all literally sleeping on the same floor #4 of us were crammed onto 1 mattress like honestly #and that was also so out of left field cuz I was deeply ace at that point #also i'm p sure it was one i got from pride and it was yellow and glued to a lollipop stick 💀

[chutzpahhooplah]

which is thee most obnoxious dimension 20 character and why is it BINX?

#i fr can't stand this girl she's giving nlog she's giving plucky ya protagonist crossed with catherine morland #the weird amount of deference she earns from the other characters makes 0 sense to me like this is y'all's girl?? #on paper with 0 context it makes sense with her archetype but surena just played her so Obnoxiously

[ellcrys]

https://discussions.apple.com/thread/5469511

why the fuck is windows!!!?!!

#using a windows vm with a mac keyboard #tried to input numbers using the numpad bc /why/ would i use anything else #all of a sudden the keyboard goes into delete mode???????????? #literally what the fuck @ windows why on EARTH would the numpad 0 key be the switch to delete mode oh my god how does that make sense #you literally could have chosen any other key #*edit: by delete mode i mean overwrite mode i stand corrected there #but my point still stands!

[froggibus]

Pankration - Wriothesley

Pairing: Wriothesley x gn! Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word Count: 900

Summary: Wriothesley is not impressed after you get hurt fighting in the Pankration Ring

CW: injury, reader gets stabbed, fighting, pre established relationship, soft! Wriothesley, mostly just fluffy hurt/comfort, probably some spoilers for 4.1

hello it is 230am and I just did the 4.1 quests for like ~4hrs and now I have major brain rot for this man. something about him just makes my little frog brain go feral. i haven’t finished the quest yet so apologies if something isn’t correct or if I misspelled something also not taking reqs rn but if yall have some ideas for this man i think i could take them

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The familiar sound of heavy boot steps echoes down the halls, reverberating into the infirmary. Sigewinne gives you a wide eyed look but the panic fails to register, drowned out by the pain.

You writhe on the bed, forcing yourself into a sitting position. Sigewinne stands at your side, fiddling with her fingers behind her back.

As soon as Wriothesley enters the room, you can see he’s disgruntled. Your boyfriend says nothing as he locks eyes with you, trodding towards the end of the bed.

“What happened?”

Sigewinne tries to pipe up first. “Y/n got injured fighting in the Pankration Ring.”

Wriothesley’s features soften for a moment as he looks at the Melusine. “Sigewinne, could you leave us for a moment?”

She bows her head and scurries out of the room, as if sensing the anger radiating off of him. You clench your jaw and try to keep your eyes on random objects in the room, avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n.”

You don’t look at him, staring at an empty crate in the corner of the room.

“Y/n,” his tone is harsh.

You take a deep breath and allow yourself to make eye contact. Dark blue eyes look at you, partially in concern and partially in frustration. You shrink beneath his gaze.

“What were you thinking?” He sighs in exasperation, “the ring is for fighters. It’s for people who need a little extra stimulation in their lives—it’s not for people like you.”

You nod along with his words, shoulders slumping. Your stomach still aches from where you were grazed earlier in the day, all of your muscles serving as a sore reminder to your bitter loss.

You had just wanted to try it, just one time. You were put against another amateur fighter and you thought the fight would be easy enough. You were on the verge of winning, too. Another minute or so and the fight would have been yours.

And then your opponent slashed at you with a piece of scrap metal they’d welded to a ring and your chances of winning dropped to 0.

“I would have won,” you mumble bitterly. “I would have won if he hadn’t cheated.”

Wri’s eyes widen. “Cheated how?”

From the way his eyes darken, you almost regret mentioning it. “No weapons, no serious injuries, no killing. Those are the rules.”

“Yes.” He agrees.

You lift up the hem of your shirt and reveal the gauze around your waist. “He—he brought some sort of shank into the ring, and just as I was about to win…”

You don’t need to finish speaking for him to get the picture. Wriothesley sucks in a breath, shutting his eyes to gain his composure. He looks almost scary right now, his blue eyes almost black.

His tone is gentler now. “Do you remember who it was?”

You shake your head, “no, but I’m sure the promoter does.”

He considers this for a moment before excusing himself out of the room. You let yourself slump down into the bed, the pain growing worse as the medication Sigewinne gave you wears off. A few tears threaten to spill and your poor attempts to hold them back do nothing.

Wriothesley returns a few minutes later, a somber look on his face. “He’ll be dealt with,” he assures you, and leaves it at that.

You nod, worried that if you try to speak, the tears will come pouring out. You bite your lip to keep them back.

Wri settles on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“I-I—” You don’t manage to say anything before the tears burst out.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap, holding you against his chest. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, petting your head, “I’m so sorry.”

He keeps a secure grip on you, being extra careful not to apply too much pressure to where you were grazed. He rocks you in his arms in an attempt to soothe you, calming you down from your sudden outburst.

He keeps you in his lap even when Sigewinne comes back into the room. The nurse holds out a small white container for you to take.

“These will help with the pain, but you need to see me every day so I can change your bandages.”

You swallow and go to speak, but Wriothesley does it for you. “Thank you, Sigewinne. I’ll be taking y/n back with me now.”

The Melusine grants you a kind smile. “Feel better now.”

You swing your feet over the side of the bed and brace yourself to stand, but Wri has other plans for you. He scoops you up bridal style into his arms as if you weigh nothing.

“You—you don’t need to carry me.”

He scoffs, “and let you walk right now?”

You sigh. He has a point.

It’s not a long walk back to his office, but between the exhaustion of the day and the soothing feeling of his arms around you, you can’t help but drift off.

Wriothesley looks down at your sleeping form and smiles. He knew you wouldn’t be able to resist falling asleep if he carried you—he’s just glad that you didn’t notice it took twice as long to get back to his office as it normally does.

He lays you down in his bed and kisses your forehead. “Rest up, baby.”

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I feel like it should be “common sense” that if you see someone with headphones on who isn’t talking to you and is clearly working on something then you shouldn’t talk to them unless it’s important but I guess not

#the rules of conversation and whatnot make 0 sense to me #but even I get this one #seems like no one else does though #I’m sitting here reading from a whole ass textbook #and my coworker just stands behind me for a few mins talking about how she forgot breakfast #completely unprompted #i don’t even talk to these people #i just say like. good morning. how are you. #but that’s just how people are here #can’t ever be quiet