#it's so confusing

[proshipastaconfessions]

i find it so strange that so many creepypasta fans are antis. like, fictional murder is fine! so is fictional torture! yeah, all of these fictional murderers and fictional serial killers and fictional monsters are so cool! oh but we have Morals and Values and Dignity about it, so your Fictional ship is gross and wrong! you like fictional murderers Wrong!!!!1!!. be so for real.

Anyways, thank you for having this blog and have a great week❤️

Thank you for the submission!

[wanderingmind867]

Today we discussed Haiku in my Period 1 class. And gods, I hate the complex syllable rules for Haiku. It's so confusing. I managed to make some of the stupid poems for class, but it was still annoying. The only positive is that our supply teacher found syllables equally as hard to understand, so I really felt like I was in the same boat with them. That helped me feel better about my confusion.

But still, I can't understand how many syllables are in a word. My mind isn't geared for that. To understand all the syllables in a word is beyond me. So that made class today kind of annoying. Only in a really minor way, I guess. But still, I hope I don't have to spend the next few days on this topic. I hope they move on to some other form of poetry tomorrow.

[lightning-and-dragons]

When the "I am not a robot" captcha keeps saying that your answer is invalid:

[yukio-yes-that-one]

ooc it's hilarious that I run: one normal blog, one gimmick blog, and one rp blog..because I'll look at one blog and see- oh! Hi friends!! My friends with common interests are here to talk to me!!

And I'll look at the other and see: oh look I'm being slandered by chipotle and america. great!!

And I'll look at the other and it's like : wolverine liked your post. Deadpool reblogged. triple the followers of your main. occasionally add little :3 and BAM! Steve rogers liked your post. negasonic teenage warhead reblogged. talk about hair dye.

[bybdolan]

started listening to the new halsey on the bus earlier and while i love their concepts a lot of her work feels a bit clumsy/heavy handed to me ..... The wonky living/dying metaphors in Only Living Girl in LA really did not work for me

[kojo-is-adorable]

don't get me wrong i LOVE the rookie but can we just talk about the inconsistencies like Tim's niece mentioned in season 3 who does not exist as far as we know and the fact Genny's second kid is never mentioned. also a minor one where when Lucy is kidnapped by Caleb on the info board it says she hates cats then next season she mentions she had a cat poster and the fact shes lactose intolerant then drinks normal milk

[squidsareprettycool]

I hope I’m not too late to this trend lol

[agnostic-truck]

My mom is going to theater plays she's learning a new language she's traveling she's arranging trips and spa retreats and her friends are retiring and her son is moving she's a grandma now and she wants to see the world and her garden is blooming nicely and it makes me feel so much. I love you I hope all your dreams come true I hope you can finally live and be happy. I hate being with you and the summer vacation you arranged makes me sick knowing I'll be there with you. I hope you never have any less than this. I can't talk to you anymore. I'm so proud of you. You've ruined me

[almondmilkhunnis]

i hate when it's late at night and i start thinking too hard about my sexuality and wondering whether because i'm demi if i ever did manage a deep emotional connection with a man maybe i would be attracted like idk maybe if sex with men wasn't dysphoric to me or i hadn't been sexually assaulted as a teen i would feel differently and i do actually like men

[darkphilosophies]

Did I wake up and choose violence? Yes, yes I did.

Here is a rough draft of chapter 2 from I want to kiss you, but I want it too much

Eris hesitated for a second, and Azriel thought he might not do it. He thought he had misread the situation or that he had pushed him too far, but a hand went up to his face, fingers gently stroking his cheek. Then Eris was kissing him. It was soft and warm, a slow exploration of his lips and Azriel was burning with it. He pushed into the kiss, wanting to touch, to feel, and Eris moaned. Azriel swallowed the sound and kissed harder, deeper, wanting to take and keep and make his own. Eris kissed him back, his arms curling around his neck drawing him even closer, his tongue delving into his mouth, coaxing, exploring and demanding. Azriel was drowning in him, his scent, his heat, his taste. It was overwhelming, and he had never felt this good, had never been this hard before. His cock was pressing painfully against the material of his pants, and he couldn't help rutting against the thigh that had somehow slid between his legs. His hands roamed the expanse of Eris' back and down his spine. His skin was so smooth and perfect, and Azriel was lost in the sensation. They parted briefly, both panting, before his mouth went straight for Eris' neck. The prince threw his head back, a quiet moan escaping his lips. Azriel sucked hard, then licked, savoring the sweet taste, the sound, the way Eris' hips stuttered and pressed into his, his own cock hard against his stomach. He wanted to touch it, wanted to make Eris fall apart under his hands, wanted to see him lose control. He wanted it all, and so much more. A shiver ran down his spine, pulling his skin taut over his bones. Azriel palmed him through the towel, and Eris let out a low groan, his fingers gliding down his wings, setting his nerves ablaze. Azriel pulled the towel away and kissed him again. His hand sliding over Eris' length, marveling at the velvety feel, at the way he shuddered and thrust into his hand. Azriel stroked once and again, the prince nipping at his bottom lip and sending him over the edge. He spilled into his pants, Eris following right after, hot come coating Azriel's hand.  They stayed like that for a moment, panting and basking in the aftermath, in the warmth they had created. Eris was the first to recover, his amber eyes shining brightly. Azriel couldn’t discern what was hiding behind the fire, and suddenly, the thought of it being contempt frightened him. He pulled away slowly, Eris' hands dropping from his wings. Azriel looked away not daring to meet those eyes, afraid of what he might find. He shouldn’t have done this; it had been a mistake. His shadows hissed their disagreement, but Azriel couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take any of it. Eris' brows furrowed, and he took a step forward, but Azriel stumbled back, his heart racing, threatening to spill out. "Azriel?" Eris whispered, confusion coloring his tone. His shadows whined, Don’t leave him! "I shouldn’t have come here," Azriel choked out. Eris reached for him, his hand grasping Azriel's wrist. His hold was gentle but firm, Azriel could break free easily, yet he didn’t. "Stay," Eris breathed out, the word a plea and a command, and Azriel wanted to. He wanted to stay, to explore all the things they could do, to learn what Eris sounded like when Azriel was buried deep inside him, or what he tasted like when he came on his tongue. He wanted it all, but the panic kept rising, the shadows in his mind hissing at him to leave. Azriel ripped his hand away, Eris' eyes guttered, and he looked away, the hurt and rejection so clear on his face. It tore Azriel apart, but he was a coward, had always been. He forced his shadows to pull him in and whisk him away, Eris' voice chasing after him. "You can’t keep running away, Shadowsinger." Everything flashed before his eyes — amber, beige, walnut wood, green. Then it was all gone, Azriel alone in the town house. He stumbled to the bathroom and threw up. His hands clutching at the bowl until his knuckles turned white. He heaved again, Eris' voice still ringing in his ears. You can’t keep running away, Shadowsinger ran on a loop. And Azriel heaved again, his mind numb.

[ohmygenz-ie]

One of the youth at drop in last night drew me little pictures of mushrooms so I'm gonna use that as a first tattoo in my journey to transform my body into something cool and edgy

[wanderingmind867]

I don't actually hate Zatanna, I just hate her magic. The backwards speech takes me nearly a full minute or two to decipher each time. And that gets annoying. At this point, I've just started skipping anything she says. Because I can't focus on it. It's confusing. It's not fun for me. I wish it was, so I could understand other people's enjoyment. But it's not at all enjoyable. I was hoping she'd eventually learn to use other forms of magic (like the cool rhyming spells), but she only does that for one issue. After that, she's back to talking gniklat sdrawkcab.

That's backwards speech for talking backwards, by the way. Do you know how long it took me to write? 2 or 3 full minutes. And I'm still not confident i spelled it correctly. This is why I hate this gimmick. Trying to read the backwards text is so hard. I don't actually have dyslexia or anything like that (that i'm aware of, at least), but reading this stuff makes me feel like I have word troubles. Maybe my autism or adhd kicks in, and the backwards words become so confusing that I just blank out. It just makes me wish I was dealing with Doctor Strange, Scarlet Witch, Clea, Doctor Fate or even the Phantom Stranger. Because they're understandable. Zatanna is so confusing. And I want to like her! I don't hate her as a person! But like... it's boring and confusing. I can't get past that magic.

[lilacwriter07]

that thought sometimes crosses my mind, while I am sitting at home ..

marlena by julie buntin

[reguiarsalad]

I keep seeing posts on my for you thingy mawhatsit from some splatoon roleplay community and it confuses me so much

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

It's always so weird to come down from the biology heavens to see what the average person believes about animals, plants, ecosystems, just the world around them. I don't even mean things that one simply doesn't know because they've never been told or things that are confusing, I'm talking about people who genuinely do not see insects as animals. What are you saying. Every time I see a crawling or fluttering little guy I know that little guy has motivations and drive to fulfill those motivations. There are gears turning in their head! They are perceiving this world and they are drawing conclusions, they are conscious. And yet it's still a whole thing if various bugs of the world feel pain or if they are simply Instinct Machines that are Not Truly Aware of Anything At All????? Help!!!!!! How can you look at a little guy and think he is just the macroscopic animal version of a virus