[Start ID. A drawing of two scavengers from Rain World, one labelled Sanic and the other one Shrek. Sanic's fur is light brown, with darker extremities, a messy row of pale green spines down its back, and bright blue eyes. They sit contentedly, staring at the screen, with a couple grenades by its feet. Shrek has pale fur, a green head, hands, and feet, and brown eyes. It's facing to the right, with their arms splayed out and an explosive spear on their back. Beside each scavenger are a few woefully-compressed screencaps of their in-game appearance. End ID]
An ode to these silly beasts, who accompanied me on my second visits to Industrial and Chimney
after a scary health day, i've decided -I- make the rules of my AUs and -I- decide the level of "plot" they have. no, brain, my silly little pkmn AU doesn't need some grand conflict for us to overcome. poke!ren can hit the same balance of "takes care of me in every way he can while also recognizing my autonomy" as the other rens. fuck you, brain. <3
Sometimes, living under late-stage capitalism is just like. I'm tired of being asked to spin straw into gold in exchange for a plate of stale, soggy bread crust.
Also a little fan fic weakly based on the song I used.
Song: valonkantaja by tehosekoitin
(The name translates to holder of the light)
No matter what rumors are true with CM Punk, one thing’s certain:
He has done a lot in his wrestling career. He has shown so many young kids to be themselves. To not let anything stop you. To do what you gotta do. Sometimes it hurts but it’s better to do it than to regret it.
Punk left the company he loved dearly. Tears covering his eyes. To see what’s on the other side. In the scary big city of pro wrestling. WWE. The place you might not succeed in.
But because he took the offer and made sure people will see him and how dedicated to this sport he was, he succeeded. He was on the top. Many times. He held the light for people like him.
For the people who started from the bottom, wanting to be on top.
Because of his determination of succeeding, he opened the doors for indie sweethearts to get to the big city.
He was the holder of the light.
But he felt miserable. Like he wasn’t taken seriously in the city of the big dogs.
So he left. He wanted to give the love he was giving to wrestling, to himself too.
For seven years of not being part of the thing he was so passionate about, he thought trying again.
As always, there was nothing to loose.
So he went to the big town of wrestling. AEW. Thinking it would be different from the city.
This was going to be his home.
Somewhere where he can continue to hold the light up high for others.
And he did.
He helped many of the talent younger than him.
But not everyone liked him.
To them he wasn’t as innocent than he supposedly wanted everyone believe.
And he wasn’t. He let his anger get him.
Twice.
But he still didn’t let this stop him to give all on his last match.
People my age going "life is pointless and difficult so my plan is to die by the age of 20" make me so sad.
Life is difficult sure, and yeah we're all going to die in the end anyways, so why not have fun with it? Enjoy the little things. Love fully and openly. Do the things you want to do. Y'know?