#I quit vaping and energy drinks

[sagittariangirl27]

[thecatboyfriend]

I'm so tired

[weebsinstash]

Hi I’ve been watching Hazbin Hotel and I found your blog which is amazing by the way , and I was wondering what are your thoughts on yandere Alastor ?

Thanks babe! ^^ so i was discussing this with someone recently and, to avoid doing that thing where I have too any concepts on the same post, I'm going to stick with a specific idea I've had of him recently which I will call "canon accurate yandere Alastor"

imma be honest and say this version would fucking suck depending on your preferences because he

-doesn't love you romantically and doesn't let YOU date

-doesn't wanna fuck you either AND DOESN'T LET YOU FUCK ANYONE ELSE EITHER

-probably does not consider you an equal by any means, like he considers you a good friend and you're charming and lovely and whatever, but he sees you like.... you'd be puking into a trashcan and he's the one holding your hair back, "now see my dear, this is why you shouldn't go out drinking without a proper escort~" like there's a vague layer of condescension and there's a huge massive power balance and experience balance between you two

Like. He's. He's kind of condescendingly cunty to you, he's vaguely looking at you with the energy of "MacKenzie oh my gosh MacKenzie you're so drunk, you're wasted, oh my god let me drive you home, no girl I'm taking your keys, you're too--" like do you get what I mean? He's a traditional gentleman and he comes along and uh, he thinks he sees this raw potential and charm inside of you that he thinks is being wasted by your modern lifestyle which can literally include

- your diet

-your tech use or what you use from day to day

- how you dress

-how you TALK

-how you spend your time

-who you hang out with

Just picture he meets you, you catch his eye, maybe you're at the hotel, and he's entertained by your sarcastic witty replies to his antics that maybe even get a chuckle out of him. You're a spitfire and he likes that!

.... and then the next time he sees you you're like vaping weed from a pen, looking at him with half lidded eyes, playing a game on your phone, too scattered to fully hold a conversation with him, to focus, to be as entertaining to him as before, and he's grinding the teeth in his smile, "oh no, this won't do at all", especially when he sees negative affects such maybe you're watching things he doesn't approve of or you're being harassed idk

I feel like since Alastor canonically drinks and is quite a heavyweight apparently, he wouldn't mind his darling drinking, but he would definitely control how much after a while. If you get too wasted in front of him too many times, he'll completely cut you off. Folks are you aware that getting too drunk can cause an alcohol induced panic attack that can literally take away your ability to move your hands and arms and make your mouth numb. I found this out recently :) whoops. And I feel like Alastor sees that shit and you'd have to EARN HIS TRUST for him to let you drink again and uh, I don't think that's possible

You're kind of like a bestie but you're also like a toy he's playing with and he doesn't like to share. He'll drag you away from doing other things with other people, especially if he doesn't approve of what you're doing and or with whom. He basically views you dating other people as lowering yourself to people who are beneath you and would only want you to give yourself to someone who deserves you, and he doesn't think ANYONE deserves you except him, and he DOESNT LIKE YOU THAT WAY so the man is just like FORCING CELIBACY ON YOU. Like have you ever seen videos of people taking their domesticated lovely groomed pets outdoors and like a stray or even wild animal version of it comes along to. Hump. And the owner is freaking out, "get the fuck AWAY I don't know where you've been" or at least Should? THAT'S Alastor watching 'other people trying to predate upon you' aka YOU trying to get laid or date

You'll be cooking something and he'll come up and try some without asking, "Hah! This is terrible!" and either watch you so he can tell you what he thinks you did wrong once the dish is finished or he takes over and asserts that he wants to show you to do it "the proper way!" and if you're female he potentially inserts a comment about how as a lovely lady you should know your way around a kitchen (in like a positive "I'll show you so you can know for yourself" way but like the underlying misogyny is there lol)

He'll take you out drinking and dancing but don't you dare let him catch you throwing it back or being mildly sexual, or he'll immediately tell you you've had too much to drink and take you home and you two spend the rest of the night like drinking tea listening to the radio, reading books, or watching old timey TV.

Lastly... I can absolutely see Alastor making some kind of deal with his darling for their soul. He CAN do that (and I think technically anyone in Hell can deal with souls, it's apparently part of the becoming an Overlord process). But I can just see him taking his darling's soul in exchange for anything, it might be really small, it might be really important, but he sees it as safeguarding your beautiful lovely little soul from anyone else who might take it. It truly is like THE HIGHEST FORM OF OWNING YOU, CONTROLLING YOU. It's all according to whatever is in the deal, but I'm sure there's other basic caveats you get... like him being able to summon you at will if you agree to it so he's randomly yanking you away from other people or tracking you when he doesn't know when you are.... or restraining you so you stop running away from him and running out on the town to act so... vulgar

[jerrythebug]

It's speak your language day and I only found out super late so have some Polish Beetles!

More details under the cut

Ted Kord the Blue Beetle is Polish in Poland AU, how about that? I got excited thinking about it a couple days ago and did two fast doodles.

For once, he wouldn't be grocery shopping at Żabka store, as much as I personally like it, because żabka means froggy and frogs are bug's natural enemies. No, Ted would be shopping at Biedronka store instead for obvious bug reasons (biedronka means ladybug). For this headcanon I drew him in a Biedronka t-shirt cause their logo is super cute! I myself own such t-shirt.

Smoking is pretty European in general and thankfully that's changing - it's a slow change, but it's happening. More people vape nowadays which is just as bad, but I digress. However, good old smoking can look cool on drawings and it is a stereotypical activity to accompany the Slav Squat, as pictured above, so Polish Ted would be a smoker. He's trying to quit and doesn't smoke as much as he used to, but still you can find him squatting by the commie blocks smoking or drinking some off brand energy drinks.

For the squatting pic I also gave him an ugly gray vest which is something polish dads wear for their fishing trips. It's known for its numerous pockets, I think Ted would like having a lot of pockets for his various gadgets. Also I exchanged his cowl for this cool hat thing he had in Justice Riders, just because I think it looks cool and fits the vibes, no other reasons. That's the reasoning behind fingerless gloves as well - I love them and I think they look cool.

[azaarchiive]

holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter three;

- not so surprise visit

in your bed laid you, heavily pregnant and extremely tired. having little to energy due to the little life-sucker that resided in your belly.

you were scrolling mindlessly on your phone, trying to find anything to keep you entertained but paused when you saw him again.

pictures of him smoking, drinking with multiple girls on his lap. each picture contained him kissing a different girl with various poses.

to say you were jealous was an understatement.

the father to your child is out partying and fucking other girls, travailing around the world smoking, vaping, drinking and probably snoring whilst you stayed on maternity leave waddling around with little to no help.

your friends were around but you could hardly call them that, you never really sought out to make friends around your area since people in (country) could be quite mean.

however, now you are definitely regretting it.

you slammed your phone down beside you, groaning into your hands before resting the beside you as well.

you found the strength to slowly lift yourself up, making your way to the fridge to grab yourself a nice snack to help you wallow in your misery.

pickles, peanut butter, cottage cheese with m&ms on top.

as you can tell, pregnancy cravings his you differently.

your phone started ringing, an unknown number presenting itself in your phone.

you decided to ignore it, assuming it was those scammers that hit you up ever so often.

however, the same number called again,

and again

and again.

annoyed, you decided that you have ti actually socialise with with random person.

“what?” you said, picking up the phone despite every fibre of your being arguing against it.

“still have that same attitude i see.” the unknown voice said, chuckling slightly.

“who the fuck are you?” you asked, you could tell that this was someone from japan from both the number and the accent, but you only know one person from there and that person would never hit you up again.

“it’s me y/n, eita.” as soon as he said that, you hung up the phone. you had no energy to deal with his bullshit and frankly wanted to live peaceful.

but he clearly had the energy as he called you again, talk about obsessed.

you rolled your eyes, knowing that if you didn’t pick up now that he would keep calling until he finally got to you. you knew how relentless and annoying he was.

“semi i don’t want to deal with you, i am 6 months pregnant, tired, alone and eating pickles with peanut butter and m&ms with a side of cottage cheese.” you said, tears brimming your eyes as you realised what your life has truly come to.

“wow, interesting combo but i don’t judge. i just wanted to talk.” semi sighed.

“well we are fucking talking now, so you can kindly leave.” you rolled your eyes.

“no like, about everything. how we ended, the baby, life, everything.” semi explained.

“well what if i don’t want to talk?” you asked sassily, semi didn’t deserve your kindness, you and him both knew that.

“that would be a shame since i’m standing right in front of your door.” semi chuckled.

you stood there in shock, how unbelievably could someone be?

“well- too bad! i moved far far away and you can never see me or your child again. goodbye, i hope you die.” you huffed.

“y/n i can hear you from out here, just let me in please.” semi pleaded.

“no! i mean, im not there so how can u let you in?” you argued.

“y/n, please. i know i don’t deserve to even be anywhere near you but just hear me out. if not for you, then for our child.” semi sighed.

y/n paused, semi did have a point. who is she to shut him out from his own child? although he was more than a dick, that dick was what caused a new life to be growing in your stomach.

she quietly ended the call and shuffled to the door, opening it to see the man in question standing outside awkwardly.

“long time no see?” semi said.

you rolled your eyes and started closing the door on him.

“wait wait! sorry, i know it was corny i just didn’t know what to say!” semi stopped to door with his foot.

you opened the door again, a small smile slowly making its way into your face before you wiped it off as quickly as it came. you could t let yourself fall back into his arms just because he seemed to care about you all of a sudden.

“come in, and no corny movie lines or you will be kicked out effective immediately” you warned.

a warm smile came onto semi’s face as nodded quickly, making his way into your house.

“god give me strength” you muttered.

“so why have you suddenly decided to care about us?” you asked, putting your hand on your belly and rubbing it protectively.

‘cute’ semi thought to himself, feeling a small pink dust find its way into his face.

“well after talking with my therapist- ok it’s not that funny” semi rolled his eyes at your silent giggles.

“i’m sorry! i just find it funny that out of the both of us, you were the one to actually get therapy.” you laughed.

“i had this therapist way before i met you, don’t worry you aren’t that special.” semi rolled his eyes.

“excuse me?” your laughter completely stopped, eyes piercing straight through his relaxed figure, challenging him directly.

“n-nothing!” semi choked out, fear swallowing him whole.

“but anyways, he helped me realise that, i had a duty as a father -regardless of how i feel- to provide and support for not only you, but my child. i’m sorry, for being a coward and running when things got serious. i have no excuse but i can definitely say that i have payed the price for leaving the both of you.” semi said, he held eye contact the whole time, letting you know how serious he was about his apology.

“i appreciate it, i’m assuming that this is leading for you wanting to be apart of your child’s life?” you raised an eyebrow.

“of course, i’ll pay for all the expense and, i want you to move to japan with me.” semi proposed which made you choke on your spit.

was he insane? you spoke the language sure but not as well as you would have liked to. you had your whole life and job here, moving to a whole new country pregnant will definitely be a hard task.

“i know what you’re thinking, but think about it. i would be able to support you better, i already have a room prepared for you and i can help you get a job post maternity. you work in promotion right? i know people that could get you a job in that sector.” semi explained.

you couldn’t lie, seeing him so dedicated to taking care of you and the child was very attractive.

‘don’t let the pregnancy hormones full you y/n!’ you said to yourself.

“i know it’s a lot, i’m still staying here for a few more days so you have time to think about it. i promise you y/n, im am more serious than ever about this.” semi took a hold of your hand, giving you those damn puppy eyes he always did when he wanted to get his way.

“i’ll take my leave now, seriously think about it.” were semi’s final words before departing.

“god i asked for strength and instead you brought in a semi eita? thank a lot”

[iwitch-plus]

Working on myself is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do…

Aaaand I’m still working on how to do it, but here’s 3 small steps I’ve taken that have been the most helpful:

I gave up caffeine.

That’s right. I did it. Well….sort of. I gave up sugary energy drinks, coffee, and things like that. I now only drink tea for caffeine, but I generally find myself not needing caffeine at all anymore.

Making tea makes me feel so much more connected to myself and everything around me. I don’t know if it’s some sort of spiritual placebo or what, but whenever I drink tea I just feel so witchy like I actually did something. I have like a ton of different teas to choose from too so it always feels like I’m doing a very small ritual whenever I have to pick a tea for myself. It’s really nice. Also, it doesn’t make me insanely shaky so thats another plus.

I stopped vaping.

Okaaay so I know everyone and their mom wants you to stop vaping but seriously it helped lmao. I didn’t stop vaping entirely (I work a bartending shift on Fridays so like, sometimes I want the nic’) but overall it helped ease my anxiety and shakiness. I don’t know what clicked in my brain, but suddenly the idea of vaping just turned me off so much that I stopped doing it entirely for a while…and then found myself not needing it. That’s not necessarily advice on how to stop vaping, because that absolutely will not work for everyone but somehow it worked for me!

I bought books on topics I’m interested in.

This is a pretty big one, I feel like the art of just sitting down and reading a book has been lost in the modern age…or maybe it’s just that I’ve lost it lol. But book shopping is definitely on my favorite things to do list, and reading books has become a sort of self-care ritual by itself. Technology overtakes my life, and it’s basically never in a productive way so if I can spend even 20 minutes just reading a couple pages from a book, I feel much more connected to myself. The current one I’m reading is World Mythology in Bite-Sized chunks by Mark Daniels. It’s been pretty interesting so far!

Of course, there are still things I want to do that are bigger or different steps than these.

I want to quit drinking entirely, I want to read tarot more (maybe start by just pulling at least one card for myself daily), I want to hang more things up on my walls at home, I want to always uphold a clean environment, I want to sleep earlier so I can wake up earlier, I want to work on my conversation skills since my job deals with clients and I’d like to keep having clients. There are so many things, day by day that I try to work on and I can only do so much but slowly it’s all coming together. Slowly with those 3 things I listed above, I’m becoming a better me.

[sonny-whorezik]

haiii ... like a week short of a month since i left everything.... i just wanted to use as Journal and catch up before i do Fully return to social media, gettin rid of the app after this post yet again:

has . been . rough. grief has been consistent the last month from my best friend and now ex leaving me, losing that new job due to being physically sick from grief and being unemployed an additional month, my best best friend my dog, sage, passed away last friday and although i left to drive to kansas i just didn't make it in time. She has wind chimes over her grave and passed listening to the sound of the wind chime my great grandma left for me. two days after her passing marked the First Full Year since my grandpa passed away, i had a dream the night before where we drove around looking at christmas lights with people no longer in my life and he just looked so so sad. i am consistently physically alone; i facetime a couple friends but i go outside alone, sleep/wake up alone, eat alone, this has been going on since i left arizona in november Most of my time is spent completely alone.

ive tried new habits. i meditate and stretch in the morning and night. i read a page a day of a stoicism book my dad got me last year with a propeller hat. i see a therapist weekly, wake up earlier, even floss now. The complete back to back to back grief has left me no choice but to just Do Something. while i would Love to share something with someone its best i reserve it to myself, yet here i am vacantly sharing my last month to who knows who...

my friend invited me to see stop making sense last night in a farther town, showed the original film not the remastered and general admission was all standing and everyone acted as if it was a real concert dancing and singing. this was my 6th time seeing it in a theater. did not cry once yet celebrated the experience i have had and although i will never have anything quite like i did with someone quite like them, at least i had it for a good portion of my life. had to devote this must be the place to myself, foreign. to be completely transparent, i do miss them every day. i do not cry like i used to, i dont let myself get consumed by thought and feeling, ive grown more desensitized as time has passed, but i still miss them of course. i consistently see things that remind me of them even when theyre not on my mind and when sage died i wanted to reach out so terribly; reminisce of the fort we built where she slept with us and i had no one to talk to but my mom who was with her til the end. i didnt. i havent reached out. it is not my place given they were the one to leave i just will not keep reaching out and chasing someone who sounded so blatantly apathetic on our last phone call. i tell myself it was just a form of self preservation to them but yknow. like. that's it, i have no choice but to experience grief with self compassion and continue on, wherever that goes.

i may be starting TMS treatment , having magnets zap my brain 5 days a week, 6 weeks. i see a cardiologist on the 30th since my chest frequently hurts and both ekgs have concerns in the pause between beats. my pulse at resting is consistently around 120 yet my blood pressure is fine; who knows. well i guess ill know actually in 10 days. im finishing a vape, got a full pack of cigarettes ive yet to touch yet plan to quit smoking here soon in hopes it helps. maybe after my pack to eliminate temptation yet not waste my money... i bought it an hour before sage passed. i barely drink coffee and dont use energy drinks anymore i do what i can for my heart now.

atticus still sleeps with me, most nights. sometimes he wanders the living room when i cant sleep. im almost halfway through galapagos. i washed my sheets for the first time since buying them in august. im very much alone and this is all fine i tell myself. the stoicism has encouraged me to alter my perspective on things more rationally as opposed to the wired self deprecating and depression-based "take everything personally" thought processes ive had for 18 years. im on my phone significantly less and i even wrote a piece on piano i may share after this post. ive been transposing it to cello, my grandma requested.

i have no interest in perusing anyone anytime soon still, whether its still too early or what i think i do just Need to do these things alone for a while. ive never found sole stability in others, i learned this at 6 with my dad, yet while outside aid would help, it is not a requirement to live however. forgive me for how long this is and for leaving once again there are a few of you i used to talk to daily and now ive just got a few contacts in my phone.

despite chronic mental illness, mourning, loneliness, you name it, ive never taken this approach before. i will typically have a suicide attempt yet here i am doing a pancake stretch and ommm-ing every morning. i keep as busy as i can, today i went through every single thing i own to sort donations and the day before i deep cleaned. there is a box wrapped in a blanket of some of the things that remind me of them. i went through it today and brought out some things like the books theyve given me, it doesnt hurt as much anymore to remember. im donating the mugs i never gave them and the one theyd use at my house when theyd come over. all their letters havent been reread yet sit in between the photo of us in the cave. it was nice to see. i am so honored they let me, of all people, share these experiences with them. i am more thankful it happened then miserable itll never happen again; at least i had it for a while. i say this yet if a year passes and i hear from them, i would love to reconnect: hear how their life has been, what they've been doing, how their family is and if they are doing better. if this has helped. while for 6 years i believed they were really it for me, whether we ever dated or not ive always considered them the only one who Really Knew who i was, how i worked, you name it. although im "moving on" by taking care of myself more, it is upsetting to admit if i ever have a chance again, id take it in a heartbeat. i say this yet still believe Even if i do never get a chance, that's okay too. While i would, i dont anticipate it, rely on it, sit in denial "theyll surely come back," its alright if they never do. i live each day as if they never will yet to my core do know that i would try again

a knee ways .. i hope you, whoever reads, is doing okay, that you feel alright and what not. you dont have to feel good every day, but at the least alright i hope ... not sure if/when ill come back maybe just once a month im unsure yet .was just in a solid enough state to do this for a moment . wish you all well ,

[hypertonicplague]

Obey me hcs 4 me, myself, I

Things 4 my head n also cuz im still rlly into obey me but it’s all in my noodle lol

PROBABLY GRAMMAR N SPELLING MISTAKES IDC IM EEPY 🫶

So in order from Oldest 2 youngest

Lucifer

- actually drank sm bitter coffee that it messed up his stomach completely (hell coffee, magic can’t heal everything) he has to take medicine for the pain lol

- still doesn’t care n will drink coffee n eat spicy things (45 minutes later he’s in his room either on the floor r in his bed clutching his stomach sobbing)

- hidden mole on his scalp in the bck of his head, nothing extraordinary but he’s kinda embarrassed abt it n if u touch it he’ll flinch n scowl

- bad habit of slipping forms when he sleeps (the beginning of the night starts out normal but when u wake up there’s gonna be feathers in ya mouth n a 9ft inky demon snoring cuddled completely under u)

- once he catches a chill it’s rlly hard for him to warm up, he hates the cold

Mammon

- vapes 🗿 though he used to smoke cigarettes, once MC arrives he stops (Devildom cigarettes r basically fiber glass for humans 😭 he’s quitting for u MC 🫶)

- another one w a bad habit of form slipping but it’s not just sleeping. U have him a lil kiss? Wings n horns. He can’t get the math right in his head? Wings and horns. He rlly rlly rlly likes the food he’s eating atm? Wings n Horns. Doesn’t care will slip wherever

- weird but he enjoys fishing, despite him having adhd n the tizzums it’s the one thing he can sit down n enjoy (he started fishing cuz of Barb btw)

- blends vegetables into Levi’s “gamer” fuel

Levi

- again abt the forms n slipping but if I’m being completely honest levi rarely used his human form. Even when u first came to the Devildom he stayed formed out so u wouldn’t talk to him lol

- has a secret motorcycle he’s working on n putting together (it’s sea theme n he’s die if anyone found out abt it. Though cuz he loves u 🫶 u can see it)

- doesn’t know how to ride 🗿 he’s too embarrassed to ask lmaaaoo he just likes fixing it up

- forces mammon to make his “gamer fuel” smoothies to shave off some of his debt (its just berries, a ton of sugar, veggies he doesn’t know abt, n energy drinks) don’t drink it

- when u piss him off he’ll slap his tail on U n mark u up w a stinky slime. It’s like his defense?? Rlly slimy n stupid stinky

Satan

- also has an airpod (or devildom version of air pods??) in his ear at ALL times. He will attack u if u try to take them out no matter how close y’all r, r how much he loves u. Respect his boundaries MC 😦

- doesn’t like form slipping infront of u n if he does that’s it. He’s done. He’s getting even more pissed n punching whatever’s near n going to his room to trash everything. Won’t let u go around him n will tell u to leave him alone (don’t matter how close ya are, man’s is extremely emotional) but dw it’s just for a day r two!! After that he’s touch starved n his head hurts from crying. Just pamper him

- that’s another thing, he LOVES being pampered. To the point you’d swear to god himself he was a blonde Asmo. Pet him, bathe him, feed him, give him all ur love (behind closed doors tho) love up on him

Asmo

I don’t have a lot for Asmo, he’s my fav!! But I’m drawing blanks rn 😰

- another form slipper lol but he takes it a step further n will slip to form 3 outta 5 (human, demonic, demon, 1st true form, complete true form) kinda scary when he’s like that but he’s a lil cuddle bug

- will force u to brush his form 3 wings (they look leathery but they got a ton of lil thick hairs lol, clean the dust out MC!!)

- also once y’all become closer he starts a bad habit of kicking u r chewing on ur fingers/shoulder/whatever doesn’t look awkward at the time n he can put his teeth in (also this is in a non seggual way, it’s more of a stimmy way!! He’s stimmin on ya MC 🫶)

- also don’t call him out on it, he knows, he understands it’s a lil weird, say anything abt it n he’ll stop immediately n never do it again (positive or not just don’t talk abt it 💀)

Beel

- real quick beel isn’t good at expressing emotions so he uses!! His fashion!! He has a lot of lil charms, rings, plushies, ect around him 24/7. In game Beel doesn’t exist here >:^( it helps him

- plz don’t push his boundaries, even as a joke if u try he’s gonna stop both trusting and liking u 🫶 even if y’all inlove. Tizzy beel 💪🏼 (lol throwing myself into characters loooolll)

- wuvs u mc wuvs u sm he’d give u a hairpin 🫶 (that’s a lot to him, only his family n luke have a hairpin from him)

- also does drag (this one was influenced by Melpho)

Belphie

- another form 3 slipper, n another that’ll make u comb his tail AND clip his horns lol

- does pottery, mostly to make Beel new hairpins but also sometimes to make horrible cups n guilt Lucifer to use em (Lucifer adores his ugly coffee cups 🫶)

- cuz he sleeps all day n is awake at night he loooovveeesss pranking u while u sleep. Will crawl into ur bed n hold u n change his voice to sound like Mammons, Levi’s, whoever n trick u into saying silly things. Also loves pretending to hunt ur room, knocking stuff over while ur trying to sleep, grabbing ur toes, even making death noises, man is a menace 🗿

- he wuvs u sm give him a lil kiss

[wegonbealright-09]

So I've been thinking quite a lot about a lot of things since Tae debuted since the release of slow dancing and I've decided to put my thoughts into words

......

So since Tae released and debuted officially there's been a lot going on around his debut at the same time nothing at all. I'm very surprised by the company's quietness. Hybe's quietness. Geffen records quietness I haven't seen a single post from the companies with regards to the debut and the release.

It's so bad like really bad. I'm pretty sure he's rethinking his decisions maybe wishes he has taken a different route because his debut is not that much different from the rap line. It'll be by luck if he sees the bb100 top 30. I mean the schedule was fucked up. How do you release the same day as the industries plant and expect good results. Kths trydefending themselves by saying that he didn't have a Collab before his debut like the other members. That's not an excuse good enough it's not a valid excuse at all considering that fact he "the most popular idol". You should have to have excuses when it comes to delivering. I knew they wouldn't do good in streams but I thought they could do better in MV views considering the fact that when they called him the most famous idol they would bring fancam views and engagements as evidence. By the way is it only me who notices that not only army has stopped posting updates about jimin they have stopped completely engaging in his posts and brand posts.?

So with what's going on rn. Many thought that scooter probably has beef or a problem with jimin but it doesn't only seem like that but it's also crystal clear that they're indeed pushing the "Jungkook biggest pop star" agenda. It's clear now that they've invested in jk only. Which makes me raise an eyebrow with regards to the group's future

Whilst on JK. I truly don't get him now. Idk I feel like whatever ever it is that he's doing its definitely not good and it's going to backfire in the long run. First of all his behaviour during the second chapter is very mhhhh. Idk he's been serving weird vibes and I feel like this is the real him. He's done concealing and putting on a facade and his personality is pure shite. First of all he smokes that's not very surprising to me. He's always wanted to be viewed as this tough guy, nonchalant guy who got zero chill and gives zero fucks. He's drank on live showed alcohol on a live not even Jin the CEO of Jinhit does that he's always made sure not to show alcohol when he drinks on a live. He's smoking nicotine and all that shite he probably smokes a blunt too. He's got a whole sleeve of tattoos. All these things I think he's tryna appears tough and all. But he behaves like a teen going through adolescent. You're 26 grow tf up and stop lurking on the internet, tryna be a bad boy you're half way to your thirties. Behave like your age.

And a part of me thinks this may all be fabricated, with the bad boy, fuck boy image he tryna have for his debut looking at seven the lyrics and all that now seen in the streets of NY smoking clearly looking at a camera knowing his being photographed, looks staged to me. When he was in SK he clearly panicked in that live when his vape was visible, that doesn't seem nonchalant to me because of he doesn't really give a fuck he should have gave a fuck then also, because he tries hiding the vape then. He might just be seen making out with a female or in a club somewhere with strippers shaking their ass on him. Which reminds me of the wild JB during his debut years scandal after scandal. Classic.

With all that's going on rn idk if BTS is really going to come back as a group in 2025 if they come back as a group jk is going to stand out like a sore thumb because you can't try and convince me that the members are absolutely okay with this. Them getting the bare minimum and jk getting everything. There's already been a shift in the group's energy you can see who's who. That ot7 shite don't exists no more. Tell me why would scooter invest millions on a guy that'll be gone in the next 7-8 months unless he's not going to serve with the rest of the group or when BTS comes back they'll be ot7 with the maknae gone. Gone to be the biggest pop star.

If BTS comes back in 2025 it'll be very much forced. Namjoon before FACE. He looked like he was done with the group barely mentioning it he looked like he was happy being a solo because his album was doing good. The FACE was released nigga was on some "I want better numbers" blah blah. He became jealous and insecure. Then there's yoongi with his bitchy attitude towards jimin which I won't even address. Then there's Tae and Jimin whom it is very clear that they're divorced the friendship is gone they're no longer close everybody can see. Now tell me how would it look like if they bahave like besties in their comeback when we clearly know they're not that close anymore? The there's JK, I know none of the members are okay with this preferred treatment him being treated like the next MJ. So you tryna when they come back as group if they will, it'll be rainbows and sunshine's, ot7 forever? Hell no.

There's alot going on rn. Tae trying to feed his delulu shippers by name dropping jk 100 times before his debut. Jk in his emo era again can't wait for jimin's birthday I want to see something

Well well well

[botan-likesveevees]

Penny headcanons(pkmn vi/sc)

⭐ she's a transfemme demigirl

⭐they go by she/they

⭐when she get's anxious she vapes,even tho she tries to stop it's a habit at this point,but atleast it calms her down

⭐drinks the pokeworld version of red bull and monster energy (i thought of red tauros and dragon energy) and had to go to nurse Miriam multiple times because she drank too much

⭐posts on AO3 religiously,mostly posting fluff fanfics but does have a bit of angst

⭐she's questioning asexual but a proud biromantic

⭐her natural hair is black and she dyed her hair when she was back in Galar

⭐before she went to Paldea she tried the gym challenge,they got actually pretty far but she didn't want the attention of the champion title so she quit at piers.

⭐she was born when the constelation Cassiopeia,hence her codename.

⭐her Sylveon(who i nicknamed Pixie stick /Pix for short) comforts them when they are having a panic attacks,this happened allot before operation star-fall,it has calmed down now but sometimes she still has them

⭐ she listens to lofi, vocaloid and those "early internet" type playlists along with everything Giacomo makes. but sometimes she also puts on some J-rock or even metal after a hard day for example

⭐uses the " :3" emoji constantly

⭐she has an eevee glasses case

⭐ watches pokeworld's version of Evangelion,BNHA, BNA, angels of death and soul eater

⭐ likes pokemon crossing(animal crossing) and her favourite villager is Sasha

⭐likes dark humor but doesn't like it if it goes too far(jokes to straight up covered racism/homophobia) also fluent in sarcasm

⭐even tho she mostly stays at their dorm they actually smell really good and takes good care of their hygiene

⭐she's like kenma in a sense she doesn't like to be noticed by people but still cares about what others think about her

⭐she tried live streaming once but quit after her bullies entered her chat

⭐the reason she doesn't talk much is because she feels disphoric about her voice,and her hoodie is a dysphoria hoodie

⭐ actually not a bad cook,even though she mainly just eats instant ramen she can bake cookies and simple pies and cook basic dishes and they turn out pretty good,not as good as Arven's but that's to be expected

⭐ a Tumblr user,user her account to rant and vent since she doesn't want to "bother" her friends with it

⭐a very good student in academic sense,her best subjects are Math,pokemon biology,english and arts

⭐ she would be a hufflepuff,but with traits of all four houses,she would be put in hufflepuff mainly because how far she can go for her friends and how trustworthy they are

⭐loves to collect pins,patches and stickers

⭐amazing at minecraft buliding

⭐she actually robbed the pokemon bank just to reward Florian and Juliana and before to buy things for the team star crew

⭐feels extreme self gulit about team star and thinks it's all her fault that it ended how it ended

⭐ REALLY fast typer

⭐ made a discord server for team star,then for her,Juliana, Florian, Nemona, Arven and Clive just kinda spawned there aswell

that's all for this post

Hasta La Vistar...!⭐

[b-courageous1010]

Self care files 🌻🧘🏾‍♀️🌻

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Health Edition:

I’m going to learn how to treat myself better which will start with what I put into my body. I learned my mental state and energy is directly affected by what I am consuming.

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Cut down on my caffeine consumption

I actually already cut down on drinking coffee. I was drinking venti cold brews with no problems, but since the hurricane when I went a couple of days without any and now I can barely finish a grande which is quite and accomplishment for me. I want to incorporate more tea into my life because I noticed when I drink coffee the crash is unbearable sometimes and it affects my appetite as well. Over the new few months I want to completely remove coffee from my diet in favor of more healthier options.

Replace coffee with tea

So I currently have 3 kinds of tea that I keep on hand:

Green tea with ginger - to settle my stomach

Chamomile - to relax

Yogi positive energy tea - if I need a little pick me up during the day

Start drinking drinking smoothies

I want to start incorporating more fruits and veggies into my diet but I don’t actually want to eat them if that makes sense. My goal is to have a daily smoothie in the morning to use as a supplement for breakfast since I rarely eat in the mornings.

Grocery list:

Personal blender

Frozen fruits: mangos, strawberries

Orange juice

Flax seeds

Spinach

Bananas

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Stop vaping

This has definitely been a long term goal of mine not only for health reasons but for monetary reasons as well. Currently I am spending $26 a week on my brand of choice. I also noticed when I don’t vape my appetite comes back and my breathing gets better.

Week one

No vaping during work hours, includes my commute to work

No vaping while I am running errands

Goal: No vaping first thing in the morning

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Overall this seems like a good place to start and create solid foundations where I can eventually improve on. Yay for self development??

[distopea]

@mugunghwc continuation from here

It wasn’t hard to spot him in the middle of the crowd; such a gigantic figure, with a deadpan face. He was usually quite unhappy to be around, and his negative energy was showing through his behaviors. Despite looking gorgeous to all the present customers, he wasn’t even paying attention to the escorts surrounding him. He felt like a sprain in the middle of a beautiful canvas, and for Sybille, truly a challenge in the end. The first exchanges they had together were somewhat cold and distant, but she had managed to learn about his love for cats and that was information she intended to use and abuse until he would pay more attention to her. It was a challenge on her side, and frankly, perhaps a bit too personal. But Sybille wouldn’t even see it; for her, Ryo was someone that needed to relax and she had the best assets for that. 

“The first drink is on the house.” She perfectly purred, making sure that her physics were only showing the best of herself - which meant everything of course- and cocked her head aside, curious if he would pick the drink of alcohol she had directly picked from the bar. She was casually sipping on fake champagne, a non-alcoholic one, preventing her from being too drunk and still at her full capacity of seduction, even if the beverage was looking just like a regular one. She also left a pack of cigarettes right on the table, even though she had noticed he had preferences for vaping. Next time, she would bring new bottles of flavors to recharge his pen, but it would remain a slow courting and she wouldn’t spoil him too much. 

She laughed and hid her lips behind her hand, while he meowed back at her, a genuine surprise written in her eyes. There was no mockery, she was simply very pleased. “I thought you might like it but no worries, I didn’t bring a matching headband for you.” At least he was acknowledging her efforts and she liked it. She crossed her legs and threw her blond hair behind her shoulder, exposing her pristine skin and the strap of her black dress. “So you were dragged once more to the club.” She eyed another escort and waved her finger to throw herself at someone else’s neck and piss off. “Do you finally have a thing for it?” 

[gimmethatagustd]

✨ jai's wip sunday ✨

posting this in honor of @mocha000 since i just realized i missed last wednesday cuz i was giving my soul to min yoongi

this scene from chapter 2 of kstl is why @jjkeverlast yelled at me today

warnings: vaping | implied alcoholism | sad boi hours

Surprisingly, Jungkook isn’t perusing the gas station’s energy drink offerings. Instead, Taehyung finds him with the cashier, pointing at the disposable vapes behind the counter. 

Snatching a few chocolate bars from a shelf, Taehyung stands beside Jungkook at the counter. 

“What are you doing?” 

Jungkook nearly drops the pink device grasped in his tattooed hand. “Shit, hyung, where did you come from?” 

“I thought you stopped vaping?” 

Jungkook presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek. Taehyung doesn’t know why he wants to push him. He knows he should back off, but he can’t. 

“I’m an adult, hyung. I can do what I want.” 

“But you said—” 

“You said you’d stop drinking so much, didn’t you?” The look in Jungkook’s eyes is deadly. His expression is sharp and unrelenting, different from his usual soft, starry eyes. 

Taehyung did say that. He had to. It got real bad, that time, not quite a year ago. Honestly, he can barely remember anything from that night - except for how Jungkook looked with tears streaking his face and both fists twisted into the front of Taehyung’s shirt to hold him up in the bathroom of their hotel room. Taehyung can’t even remember which city they were in. 

Jungkook hadn’t given him any details the following day, and Taehyung had refused to ask.   

He’s not sure if Jungkook expects a response. Quite frankly, Taehyung doesn’t have one for him. So he swallows the lump in his throat and watches Jungkook pluck the chocolate bars from his hands. He buys them, along with two strawberry-flavored vapes. 

Jungkook is tired, Taehyung tells himself as he follows the younger man to the van. They’re all tired. It’s fine. 

He stuffs the vapes in his pockets before their bandmates can see and hands over the snacks to Jimin. 

“Jungkookie!” Jimin squeals with the chocolate bars pressed against his chest as he clambers back onto the cot. “Thank youuuu.” 

With a small smile, Jungkook slips into the passenger seat even though it’s his turn to lie down in the back with Taehyung. 

Seokjin leans across Jungkook to call out from the van, “Taehyung? You coming?” 

“Mhm.” Jungkook refuses to meet Taehyung’s gaze as he climbs into the back of the van and perches on the edge of the cot beside Jimin. 

He feels sick.

It’s fine. 

He leans back to rest his shoulders against the wall of the van. 

“Taehyungie?” 

Jimin crawls over to kneel on the cot beside him. Concern is hastily scribbled across his face, but Taehyung doesn’t know what he’s doing to make Jimin look like that. All he can do is stare at his best friend with as blank face as he can muster because it’s too difficult to figure out what’s wrong. 

“Jimin-ah…” Despite two days of travel, Taehyung’s throat is still sore, and his voice comes out raspier than usual. 

His friend gives him a look, his expression softening as he lingers on Taehyung’s face. Then, with a small sigh, he opens his arms. “C’mere, baby.” 

Jimin molds against his side with his arms wrapped around his waist and his legs thrown over Taehyung's. There’s no one here to judge him for cuddling with his best friend. No one to question or degrade his masculinity, his self-worth. Nothing to feel embarrassed about in front of others. No way to give the wrong impression if the only people here are those who understand him — better than Taehyung understands himself, he’s starting to realize. 

Taehyung turns his head to the side to rub his cheek against Jimin’s messy blonde hair. The back of the van is shaded, and Jimin’s body is warm. He finds himself falling asleep rather quickly. 

When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember what it was that he thought he should say.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

may 17, 2021 10:30 p.m. grant's house

grant says his final goodbyes to shannon at the front door when colm comes by to take her home, though it won't be long until he sees her again, given that she would not cease insisting upon accompanying him to see his doctors tomorrow afternoon.

he unlocks the door and slips in the house, and well...

unpacking his things feels like an impossibility. grant is running on empty–not that he had much energy in the first place–and his ability to power through crippling levels of pain collapses as soon as he enters his own home. rushing as best he can, he leaves his suitcase just outside the bedroom door–promising himself to attend to it later, when päivi isn't inhabiting the room–and puts in the freezer the numerous tupperware containers of food his grandmother sent along with him.

and when he’s done?

grant idles in the kitchen, dwelling on the fact that his only task left for the night is to limp down the stairs to the basement and force himself to curl up on the couch he’s much too tall to sleep on.

not that he’ll be blessed with sleep anyway.

he glances around the dimly lit kitchen and weighs his other options.

he'd do well not to smoke anymore, though the unopened pack of cigarettes hiding in the glovebox of his car is quite enticing. he replaced that fix with vaping, sure, but there's no fun to be had in that. most of all, he shouldn’t touch the liquor at the back of the fridge. buying it last week for the sole purpose of getting blitzed and engulfing his feelings was a mistake.

in fact...

grant cracks open the refrigerator and blindly fishes out the bottle of vodka. it’s tantalizing–it is, it surely is–but he makes a beeline for the trash can and tosses the bottle in before he gives it any more of his time and attention.

he won’t do it. he won’t drink it. he won't change his mind on a sudden notion and he won’t dig it out tomorrow after the dawn of a new day. he won’t drink it, if only so his grandparents will never find out he played with fire again.

he won’t touch the alcohol–won’t even glance in its direction. he won’t lumber outside and fetch his old cigarettes. he won’t go pilfering in päivi’s locked medication drawer again. he won’t plunge head-first into his old fatal vices. he won’t do it.

he won't disappoint his grandparents. he won't allow this relapse to spiral out of control. he won't wreak further horrors on his already ailing body.

god only knows he's in agony now, and he cannot risk upsetting the razor thin margins controlling his incurable disease, not after–

his train of thought comes to a screeching halt as the sound of running water slices through his consciousness. he startles, gasping out of sheer instinct. when he looks up, his heartbeat ringing in his ears, stands päivi at the sink, pouring herself a glass of water.

she must have heard him react. she glances over her shoulder at him, frowning.

“you don’t have to act like you’re scared of me,” she comments as she turns off the sink, “i apologized for how i acted before.”

don't make things worse. you can't trust her anymore but–

“i get nervous every time anyone sneaks up on me. PTSD stuff. i'm sorry.”

päivi takes a long sip from her water. “okay? all i did was walk into a room. there’s really no need for you to react like i stabbed you or something.”

the tone in her voice is suddenly unfriendly and ice cold, but more than anything, too familiar. too intimately familiar. it's just the way his mother spoke to him, like a snake waiting out its prey, venom seething at its teeth.

“again, i'm sorry.”

he can't help but shy away, fawning at the first sign of resistance. but then remembers his earlier conversation with his father and shudders from head to toe.

grant has fought tooth and nail to escape his fate, to avoid turning out anything like the fools who raised him, and yet–

fuck. you really are just like him. you’re just as spineless as the old bastard himself. just roll over and play dead, will you?

“whatever.” päivi rolls her eyes and marches towards the bedroom. “i already apologized to you a thousand times. for everything. you won't even hear me out anymore.”

don’t let other people decide your fate.

don’t let other people decide your fate.

don't let her talk to you like this.

don't be like your father and back down like a coward.

fear overwhelms him but the words find his tongue, so he commits.

“i don’t owe you forgiveness.”

furious, päivi stops on a dime and spins on her heels to face him. she looks to say something, her lips quivering, but whatever it is, she abandons the thought. her eyes fill with tears, and then she’s gone in a flash, disappearing behind the wall and leaving her water behind to break her silence.

the glass meets the hardwood floors and explodes like a bomb.

grant could confront her. he could run after her, trying to avoid the millions of broken shards of glass certainly blocking the one exit out of the kitchen. he could yell for her to come back.

he considers it, but his stomach is already churning and he's shaking like a kicked puppy. a tsunami of panic swallows him whole, and the thought of fighting back a second time makes him wish for death.

but he’ll never be able to clean up the glass by himself. not when his vision is blown out. not like this, not when his pain is spiking into unmanageable levels. he'll never be able to.

but he can’t leave it. the water will corrode the flooring.

grant gives up.

he stands there, trapped in the prison of his own anxiety, and waits for a solution to materialize in his brain.

just as he begins to relax at last, after what seems like a millennium, päivi emerges from the void, reappearing in the haze of his vision.

“grant–” her voice has changed again, now soft and shaky, weighed down by a blanket of emotion. “wait, i–”

the fear and the fury return in tandem.

goddamn it. he'll do what his father never could do. he'll do what his mother would loathe.

he'll end it. right here. right now.

never. again.

don’t let other people decide your fate.

he didn't stand up to his mother to cower in fear again and again.

no, he's come too far in life to trap himself back in the patterns that traumatized him decades ago.

finally, he breaks.

grant interrupts her mid-sentence. “don't fucking bother. i don't care. be mad at me all you want that i'm uncomfortable around you after everything you did. you cheated on me, and then you lashed out when i dared to get upset. be mad, but you're not going to act like this. i'm done! i should have said that last time but no, i'm done. i will not stand here and let you treat me like this. clean the glass up and then get the fuck out of my house! you can stay until you have a place to go, but as soon as you do, get out.”

päivi sobs. “grant, please–”

he turns his back on her and vanishes down the stairs at the rear of the kitchen to the basement.

the moment he slams the door behind him, he bursts out in tears, grieving what could have been.

[skiniibuniii]

i had a really fucked up childhood. and i wanna blame myself but i think a lot of this is on my parents too. i did so much shit and im gonna dump that here for anyone who wants to hear about the weird garbage i did

okay so i think my fucked up shit starts here. ive never told anyone besides my boyfriend this but nobody on here knows who i really am so here:

i was groomed online when i was 6 and my parents knew but did nothing about it. they didnt care.

my grandpa was abusive to everyone in my family except me which i think might have given me some sort of complex. i felt bad that i was the only person he cared about and id get really made at him sometimes but i dont hold this actions against him anymore. he was just acting how everyone else did. he was the only one that cared.

as implied, my grandma and mom where just was bad. more narssisistic and manipulative than outright mean like my grandpa was.

i had 5 close friends, almost all at different times, til i turned 11.

when i was 9 i first tried to kill myself. i thought taking one more pill than was a normal dose would kill me lmao started doing inhalants at 10, smoking weed at 11, smoking nic at 12. did speed and starting drinking at 13, opiates at 14, drank lean for my first and last time at 15. 13 was when i met my bf, had a misacarage at 14 (i think due to the drinking), then got pregnant right after i turned 15. found out 5 months in, quit doing everything for 2 months, and then ended up vaping again for the rest.

i am not proud of any of this shit i did. i kinda just wanna show that abuse can really lead to some shit, even if this was all my choice. i thought maybe id finally feel better.

im done writing this for now, i might add the rest later. tame impala just came on and it reminds me of one of said friends and i dont really have the energy to keep writing right now.

[residentdormouse]

Quite a few Qualms about my 'Q' Words

I was getting queasy thinking of what qualifying quips I could conjure to quell this quandary, because quitting this quest would be questionable. Quartering the most quotable q’ words, I hopefully quashed this quarrel and quenched the internal quakes so I can continue on with my queue.

My Words: Question Quite Quit Queer Quiz

Your Words: Relax, Regret, Random, Ramble, Realize

(Ramble may be a stretch - if nothing Rant can also replace - and Ready was on standby)

One questionable letter down. @mrsmungus , can we both agree 'x' just ain't happening? 'Z', you're on notice too, buddy...

As always - if you think you may have fun with this, please don't hesitate to jump in for a round or two. OPEN TAG. No obligations. We're just clowning about 😂

Question

"Hey, there's a lot of things we don't know and can't explain right now."

"Exactly! I just… who am I? Aren't you worried I could have been a shit person before this... I know, choices and all now, but that fight… what I knew..."

"Well, I don't know about you, but it seems pretty clear to me that a 'shit person' wouldn't let it weigh on them like this. There are plenty of reasons for you to know--"

"How to kill people?" Her eyes remained downcast, unable to bring herself to look up, but once again, Glen soothed her.

"How to protect people. You made a decision. Did what you needed to, to save lives. Now who's to say that wasn't the right call." He paused briefly, changing course in the debate, "So, you think Stu is a bad person?"

"What? No!" Standing to face him, she slowly realized the meaning of the question while her shoulders went slack, "of course not." He used trickery; it was effective. "Glen…"

"Just giving another perspective." He stood up as well, walking in front of her "Look, Hayden, I think I've been around long enough to become a pretty good judge of character. I don't pretend to know much about all this other… stuff… but I do know people." She found she couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile, even if it didn't fully match his conviction. "I'm not worried about you."

Quite

All things considered, Hayden chalked the night up as a success. She touched base with Larry. A meeting was set up with Stan, once he had a chance to hit up the library regarding her specific request that is. Hell, she even got to a better place with Harold. Recounting the accomplishments brought on an effervescent mood, and with it, a new burst of energy.

Energy and a pretty decent buzz. Prior assessments were retracted: she could do large crowds and parties with the proper liquid courage. Plus, dancing was fun; she liked that a lot too.

Finishing her drink, she began to head to the front of the pavilion where she spotted Glen standing next to Stu and Fran. Taking advantage of the fact that her presence went unnoticed, she snuck up behind them and snatched Glen's pen from his hand. Flashing a cheeky smile, she took a few puffs of the vape while Stu gave a hearty laugh at her antics. Glen made a half-assed attempt to swipe it back, but it was easily avoided. Despite his attempt to seem angered, amusement was evident in his features and she continued to sway in beat next to him, waving the accessory about with an occasional puff. Finally breaking the act, he let out a laugh, and outstretched his hand towards her. She accepted with a spin outward. A puff on the next beat. Spin back in. The last move however, ended with her being held against him. Playfully, she fought back, but truth told, she was quite happy where she found herself.

"You and your damn trickery..." With a sly smile in response, he took his vape back and released her from the embrace. "Eh, I guess you earned it."

Quit

I thought I had this, I really did. But all of them, ALL OF THEM, were just the damn thing finding 'quite' and thinking I just didn’t finish the word. My characters apparently don’t quit. Good on you guys. Keep on fighting that fight.

Queer

Again nothing. I am bisexual, and unless otherwise stated, even when they’re in a m/f pairing, every damn character I write I think of as being this orientation as well. And still, with this logic, I do not use the word ‘queer’?! Shame. Shame on writer for 1,000 years.

Quiz

(I have no instance of just ‘quiz’ I do however have ‘quizzically. Please accept the substitute and my apologies.)

“I don’t think we should bring this up around Stu and Hayden.”

Quizzically, Fran looked at him. “What do you mean?”

Glen simply shook his head. This scenario was always in the back of his mind, but now having it realized... “I don’t think they were meant to make it out of here.”

Fran and Harold both spit out their comments at once:

“You think they were going to kill them?”

“You think they killed these people?”

The differences in their initial reaction couldn’t have been more clear to Glen, or more appropriate to their character from what he had pieced together, but he continued reporting his observations nonetheless. “Well, I’m no expert, but, seems pretty clear from what I can gather... lots of blood down by one of the open containment rooms,” he pointed at the larger body, "he got shot there, made his way up the hall, and somebody ended it here. I sincerely hope it was this one," he pointed to the other corpse, "but..."

"But where's the gun?"

Harold venomously finished his train of thought with no problem. At least Glen could see Fran shared his sadness at the revelation.