#I wrote this at 1AM

[crow-aeris]

Hubris was the downfall of many men.

He remembers indulging in one of Jason’s many long-winded rants about literature, hearing his brother ramble on and on about how pride was the thing that killed John Proctor. Sure, Abigail made have been the leading cause of all those deaths, but John could have lived- could have seen his sons grow up- had he went through with the plan and lied… and yet, it was only because of a man’s pride did he leave behind his wife and sons.

And now as he lays alone and dying far, far away from family and friends… Tim couldn’t help but think hubris was what led him to… this.

His independence, once a blessing- now a curse, had him set out by himself with no foreword or warning to any hero or civilian whatsoever.

He feels… cold? Empty… Irritated. Oh what a time to be irritated, though Tim wasn’t all too sure who exactly his irritation was directed towards…

Bruce? Sure, he hadn’t been the best of fathers, but… he was all time had. Bruce hadn’t known Tim was going on this stupid trip, so he couldn’t be blamed.

Dick? Tim’s own personal hero? No, never. Dick might’ve hurt him before, but Tim couldn’t force himself to hold that grief even if he tried. Dick was spending the weekend with his friends, so Tim doubts he’ll find out about this until much later.

Jason? Despite being a grade a asshole, Jason cared. He had vehemently opposed Tim’s trip, and now he could see how it came back to bite him in the ass.

He laughs shrilly, tone nearing hysterical as Tim feels himself stop shivering… That wasn’t good, right? He read somewhere before that the moment you stop shivering, is the most dangerous.

Tim forces himself tighter into a ball, fighting to stay awake as he clung desperately onto his fleeing thoughts.

What about Stephanie? She got on his nerves occasionally, but those moments were few and far between.

Damian? Well, despite… everything, Tim has been trying to repair their relationship with what little scraps existed prior.

Cass? God, no. Tim could never be angry at her. She does her best, and honestly? Tim commends her for it.

Duke was a sweetheart. Kind, determined, and optimistic even after everything he’s gone through. he was the embodiment of sunshine through and through.

…

……

………

…………What was he thinking about?

He was… sleepy. Tired….

…Where was Bernard? Where was Kon? He was… numb. Was he supposed to feel this numb?

Taking a little nap wouldn’t hurt, right? It wouldn’t hurt at all….

“Oh, Detective, look what mess have you gotten yourself into? This is why you never should have left my side”

[kreepyveebs]

hear me out, Uzi and Pomni. Deadpool and wolverine au. Imagine.

[astro-naut9]

heyyy @frys-the-cat guess who wrote the sickfic at 1am !! again!!!

me.

anyways, here :3

guess what song i took the lyric title from hehehe

[hassethi]

Some things I noticed about this poster

1.Lu Guang is under the water while Cheng Xiaoshi is above it I think it might symbolise Lu Guang's death or that he can't do anything about his fate and Cheng Xiaoshi is the one who can do something about it.

2.Qiao Ling is the only person noticing the character with black hoodie (maybe it's the person with pink hair from trailer)

3.Xiao Li is looking in completely different direction. Maybe he sees another thing that isn't on this poster or can't see the person with black hoodie/hat?

4.This man on the right (I forgot who he was tbh😭, edit: yeah so he's a new character that's why "I didn't remember him"..😭) is looking at his watch so it might symbolise something with time (like traveling back in time)

5.This person with black hat is looking only at Lu Guang and no one else. Edit: @theacewithmace pointed out that the person with hat might be the woman with black hair beating up people in the trailer and I think it might be right!!

Also I think she's from the police because we can see her in the police office

6.Qiao Ling and person with hat are walking towards each other

7.The person with black hoodie is observing all of them. It reminds me of art gallery( Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi look like they are a painting/photo)

I may be overthinking but I love link click sm😭

Okay that's all thank for reading:)

[crush-like-that]

Max wanted to practice painting nails but Lucas was studying with Dustin and El and Will were busy helping Joyce out with chores but Mike just so happened to be free so the two were hanging out in Mike's basement and they were making fun of each other as per usual but some kind of awkward silence falls on them as max reaches for the black nail polish and Mike kind of sighs and he looks grumpy, which is normal unless Will is around, so max points it out and says "what, mad your boyfriend isn't here?" And Mike flushes horribly, yanking his hands away from max and yelling about how will is NOT is boyfriend and max can't just say things like that, God she must be STUPID, but he trails off when he sees the smile max is sporting, it's not her usual teasing one, it's softer and knowing. Max points put how she didn't even have to say Will's name for Mike to react. The two talk a bit more and Max calls Mike out on his shit, says how it's so obvious that Mike is harboring some sort of emotion for Will and she's surprised no one else called him out on it yet. Mike panics, thinking maybe Will has noticed, but Max assured him that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about. The two eventually slip back into their normal bickering as Max finishes painting Mike's nails. Mike decides he needs to have a talk with will. I know this happened guys okay, don't worry, I was the nail polish

[redrum-alice]

...some long ass timebomb prompt based on a music video I watched before

The video in question is "Dreamgirl - Teenage Blues" which features the movie "Postma blues" where I loosely based this stupid prompt...

This is like...a super looooooong read, so ignore if you're not into it lol. I dont know how to write a fic, only prompts 💀🔫

Ok so like this written a long time ago in the server but no one rlly got it nor paid attention to it 😭 It's set in modern au, but it's more dreary and polluted bc of the factories

Ekko is an upcoming college student and a part time postman for more income bc his parents arent making a lot from working at the factory.

One day while he was on duty, he came across an unnamed package dropped by a man in black coat. Out of curiosity and suspicion, he opened it and found a pound of shimmer dust that can be dissolved, and a small business card own by Silco. He panicked and tried to diapose of it but got enforcers' attention when he was under the bridge.

While being interrogated at the station, several strange men came in and one of them was the man in black coat. He sees that they are in kahoots with the police, so he made an escape and ran as fast as he could until he was in the outskirts of town. He ended up in an old hospital that is barely abundant of patients. Assuming theres no one residing in one of the rooms, he got inside from the window and hid there...until his head got smacked from the back

It wasnt long until he was conscious again and found himself lying perpendicularly at the edge of the bed with someone sitting from his side where the pillow is. He was greeted by a blue haired girl dressed in a hospital gown and introduced herself as "Jinx". Jinx has been a patient ever since she and her sister got separated after a house fire then eventually got adopted. Ekko recognizes her as his classmate back in early middle school but stopped going to classes and no one noticed.

When he told her why he was hiding from something, Jinx made a deal with him that after she helps him hide from the police, he gets to take her outside for funsies. Having no other choice, he accepts. After barely escaping the hospital once the police got there, they headed to Piltover for sightseeing. Ekko toured her in the city and had fun as promised.

According to Ekko, she's a menace but is nice when shown kindness.

They eventually initiated a truth or dare game while looking down at the city from the sky tower, but got disappointed when Ekko kept choosing truth. When she asked what he wanted to do in the future, he said he wanted to graduate college so he can help the city of its pollution problem and air quality that keeps affecting his mother's lungs.

Jinx was moved by Ekko's answer and eventually confessed that she rarely got to go outside because of her heart condition and that she was deliberately putting traces of drugs in her food and medicine so her father would pay more attention to her whenever she's in need. He asked who is her father and she answered "someone who runs a drug cartel. His name is Silco." Ekko, shock at her answer, questions why she didnt try to escape.

Jinx: "I don't want to be alone. I had no one."

Ekko: "...do you feel alone right now?"

Jinx: "not as I used to be...and I'm glad."

Just before they can head back down, Jinx lost her balance bc of her weak health but Ekko caught her in time before she could hit the floor. Not wanting to upset her, Ekko joked that the floor underneath them was probably loose and they were being clumsy. He held her and began swaying with her in his arms, pretending they were dancing. Jinx cries knowing that her time would end soon and Ekko is only trying to cheer her up, brushing that worry away. She kissed him as thanks. He wrapped his scarf around her to protect her from cold as they head out

On their way back they were spotted several enforcers that were looking for them, presumably bribed by Silco. Ekko suggested it's probably best to stay at his apartment until the road is clear. Jinx enjoyed her stay and his company, entertained by his stories and his future plans on science and engineering which is something they have in common. She felt envy, but more pain from the thought of never being able to see him accomplish those dreams of his. Ekko told her he'll check up on her whenever he can after all of this is over.

Jinx confessed again that she was the one who accidentally caught their house on fire before, and that's why she called herself 'jinx'. Ekko realizes her real name was Powder and remembers that he had a crush on her back then, but never got a chance to confess. He said that she didnt do it on purpose and she shouldnt bare that burden for so long.

Before they can kiss again, Ekko's mom entered. She warmly welcomed her before Ekko could explain the situation (she wanted his son to find a partner so he wouldn't be alone lmao, plus she's sweet towards Jinx)

The next day, Ekko saw the cops entering the building of their apartment. Him and Jinx hurried again to escape, but they barely got away when they were cornered at the bridge. Jinx suggested they'd jump, but Ekko refused saying it was too dangerous for her. She hugged him and eventually pushed Ekko off before the police got to him, letting him escape while having Silco's men escort her back to the hospital for her treatment. The police couldnt find his body and assumed he was dead

4years later, Ekko was found to be residing at a different location far from the two cities. He eventually got himself another part time job that was enough to sustain him and for his college funds. Being an assistant to a professor allowed him to start plans to improve his old hometown.

When he got back and assumed no one was looking for him anymore now that Silco was pronounced dead, he returned to his parent's apartment. Turns out, Jinx told him to hold his breath before she could push him while hugging on the bridge. His mom told him he had several letters from his old friend waiting for him. Her letters consists of longing, greeting, concerns, and wishes of seeing him again and his stupid postman hat as she calls it. She wrote that she knows he's going to come back...and he did

Ekko decides to visit the old hospital and asked the remaining staff about Jinx, but it turns out that she died two years ago. He also heard that her 'father' supposedly died a year after Ekko escaped the city, supposedly at the hands of opposing party.

He reads the last letter from the parcel signed by her that was left at the hospital and it said she wanted to help him one day but at the rate of her condition, she can't stay to even see him achieve his dreams. He also found a small handmade monkey plush and bundle cash in the box with a note saying:

"I wont be needing this to where I'll go, so won't you be sweet enough to use this for good? It aint exactly a clean money given it's from my dad, but it's a start. You're too good boy savior, I wish I could see you again but that's a dream I won't be able to reach.

I love you so much. Thank you for everything. You made my life worthwhile."

Few years forward, Ekko enters a company with blueprints at hand containing plans for improved water filtration system for the city. He wore the monkey plush on his waist saying "its for good luck".

This is for you @starry-nights12 because you make fanfics for me and I havent given you anything...not that this is on par but like I tried outside of art HAHAHAHAHAHHA. Anyway enjoy 😭💝🔫

[caffeine-clouds]

Sonadow angst but it's one of those couple dynamics where in another world, where things were just *slightly* better - they could have had something.

They care for each other deeply, they understand each other to a surprising degree, they compliment and balance each other out, and they genuinely enjoy the quiet moments when they find them together.

But Shadow's just a bit too damaged. He can't quite open his heart that way. He's not the best at talking - he's built a wall too strong to start anything, even if he knows how he feels. Romance is frivolous - it would be a weakness for his many enemies to exploit. He's got a mission to fight for, anyway - and he's resolute in it.

And Sonic wouldn't know how to begin to communicate or act on such deep feelings - he's so used to hiding vulnerability. He finds it much more comforting to ignore it all - friends and rivals are simpler. He runs as free as the wind - realistically, he couldn't stop for anyone - that's just not how he rolls.

The two can look at each other and smile for a fleeting moment - knowing that it would never work between them.

But what if things had been different?

[applepies-and-starlight]

If Rodion had to pick an Identity to use, she'd have to pick her Kurokumo one.

Sure, it wasn't like Dieci, with its near-comical strength, nor was it like Rosespanner, who could knock even the steadiest of opponents off-balance, but when Dante first set her Kurokumo Identity over her? Something clicked.

It was as if the world felt right again.

Unfortunately, that... rightness didn't last forever; once the run, be it to supply fuel for the Mephistopheles or a Mirror Dungeon, was over and Dante rescinded their Identities, the hole that her other self filled came back.

It was... upsetting, of course, but she knew it was a stopgap solution to her predicament. Didn't mean she couldn't grouch about it, even though she never outwardly voiced those complaints.

(And maybe, a small part of her murmured in the dead of night, maybe she simply missed when times were simpler. A time where she felt unstoppable, slashing at her enemies with a wild grin and whirling across the battlefield with the grace of a dancer, hollering taunts over hordes of opponents and challenging them to send their strongest...

It hurt to know that no contract the company gave her would ever get her back there.)

Besides, 'The Kurokumo Clan' had a nice ring to it; Calling your Syndicate "The Dark Cloud" in her nati saku the Fourth Language of The City was definitely badass.

[floofsselfshipblog]

Pure Coincidence

Based off of an ask I sent @squipy-shippy regarding our fictional others and self inserts- enjoy TwT

Frost had been excited the moment he woke up that morning, his tail nearly smacking his girlfriend from how fast it was wagging. For the past few months Frost had been talking to this person online, they had met on this social media sight, connecting over their shared interests and slowly becoming friends. She had mentioned her, her girlfriend, and a couple of her friends were in Atreno; so after a day of thinking this over on Frost’s side, the two agreed to meet up!

Though, Frost wasn’t naive about the online world. Working alongside Heed, now more comfortably referred to by her old name Cecelia, he’d learnt a thing or two about the scary online world. It’s why it took him so long to be cool with meeting with his friend. But, he finally felt comfortable enough to. The two agreed to meet in a pretty busy mall just downtown, and Frost would be taking Cecelia with him just to be safe.

The woman in question right now had her head rested on Frost’s fluffy shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness on the bus ride. Frost glanced from his phone at her, a soft smile forming on his muzzle. He turned his head to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiled softly at him.

It was still insane to Frost how far Cecelia had come after her fall. It wasn’t all easy though. For the longest time she get bitter towards her former bodyguard after he bailed her out of the correctional facility, claiming her abandoned her like her other followers. Most of all, she was confused why he had come back for her if the perfume’s effect had worn off.

Much to her shock, Frost had never been brainwashed.

His loyalty and love for her were genuine. It took a lot of time, and therapy, for her to understand that and feel she was worthy of it after what she’d done. She not only had his love, but also love for herself now. Probably also why she refused to go by the Heed persona anymore.

Her once bolder pink hair, now a more light pastel pink. She no longer wore those hot pink contacts anymore, sporting her natural brown eyes which Frost admitted to preferring.

She wasn’t the girl at the villain academy who was mocked by her classmates. She wasn’t a heroine obsessed with having everyone love her. She was finally her.

The two jerked forward slightly as the bus came to halt, alerting the passengers they were at their stop. Frost stood up, assisting Cecelia up with his paw. The two stepped off of the bus, Frost going back onto his phone to check the messages. The Atreno mall was rather large, with a few different entrances, so they agreed to meet up by the food court.

Frost attempted to ignore his girlfriend’s teasing about how adorable he was for checking the director to see where they were supposed to go, the two slowly approached the food court.

“So, do you know who we’re looking for?” Cecelia turned to Frost, walking alongside the wolf and holding his paw.

Frost glanced up from his phone, once again going over the messages, “She said she’d be with her friends, she sent me her picture but not her friends- they weren’t comfortable with it.” Frost’s ear twitched, he understood their hesitance, “Though she’ll likely find us first. A 6 foot anthropomorphic wolf stands out a bit more.”

Cecelia laughed softly, once her laughter passed, Frost showed her his friend’s picture. She nodded, understanding who they were looking for now as they got closer to the food court.

-

“Do you see them yet?”

Squip looked around the mall, as best as she could from the portable device Flug had made for her to hop into when need be. Right now it was being utilized to meet an online friend of hers. Out nervousness of meeting a stranger from the internet, and assistance getting to the mall from cyberspace, she requested Flug and Demencia’s company.

The trio got to the mall a good 20 minutes ago, Demencia helping herself to some pizza and soft pretzels from a couple of the stands while Flug simply opted for a blue slushee.

“No worries Squippy,” Demencia patted the device as if she was patting her girlfriend’s head- it was the thought that counted, “You said this guy is pretty hard to miss. I’m sure you’ll know him when ya see him.” The criminal lent back in her seat, taking a large bite of her pretzel.

Flug nodded, “Agreed.” He set his slushee down, “Besides, I look forward to meeting this friend of yours. From what you’ve told me, it seems we have a lot of common interests.”

“Yeah, like being nerds!”

“He and Squip also have similar interests!”

“That’s different, Squip is a cute nerd…you’re just a lame one.” Demencia ripped a small piece of her pretzel off and threw it at Flug’s bag faced.

The two began pointlessly bickering like siblings, Squip still looking around for her friend. Her gaze stopped when she spotted him.

“There he is!” Squip interrupted their bickering to draw their attention to her friend.

Among the denizens of the food court, stood a tall anthropomorphic wolf, holding two soft drinks and a paper bag that looked to be from a sandwich stand at the court. He wore a tacky Hawaiian shirt, the likes of which you’d see a dad at a barbecue wear, tucked into a pair of dark cargo pants. Yeah, he was hard to miss.

Flug’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the wolf, “Demencia, doesn’t he look…..familiar?”

Demencia rubbed her chin, also looking this doofus of a wolf over, “Yeah- he kinda does….can’t quite put my finger on it though.” She kept this serious thinking face as she bit into the pizza crust that remained from the slice she had ordered.

Flug took Squip’s device and turned up the volume, holding it up so she could get her friend’s attention. After a few “HEY!”’s, the wolf looked up and smiled, though his ears flicked back as he examined Squip’s friends. Perhaps they were also familiar to him. He approached their table, setting one of the drinks down and smiling at the device.

“Squip! Hey!” His tail wagged a little at the sight of his friend, “You’re in a tiny box-“

“Yeah yeah- hard to explain.” She waved off his statement, “But hi! Oh my gosh it’s so cool to see you in person!”

“Same here.” He grinned and turned to Flug and Demencia, “You must be Squip’s friend and girlfriend.”

“Awwwwww Squipy,” Demencia cooed, “You talk about me.”

Squip flushed, hiding her face with her hand.

“Heh, we had similar ideas then. I brought my girlfriend if that’s alright?”

Squip nodded, “Yeah that’s fine!”

“Hold on I’ll call her over-“ Frost stood up, having lent down to speak with Squip from her device, “CiCi!” He waved over to a woman waiting at a table.

The woman, CiCi, made her way over to the table. Though she froze when she made eye contact with Flug and Demencia, the latter two jumping to their feet. All three pointed accusatory fingers at the other.

“YOU!”

Both Squip and Frost looked between the now hostile parties. After a few looks between Squip’s friends and Cecelia, it clicked.

“Wait a minute- Dr Flug and Demencia!” Frost smiled at him being able to remember, “That’s why you two look so familiar!”

“What are you doing here?!” Frost’s comment fell on deaf ears as Flug glared daggers at the former heroine.

“Yeah! Shouldn’t you be in the looney bin?” Demencia scratched her head in confusion.

“I’m confused-“ Squip spoke up, all three turning to look at the confused woman in the device, “You all…know each other?”

“Squip,” Flug pointed his index finger as he began to explain, “Your online friend and his….girlfriend- is Miss Heed- the old hero of Atreno.” Flug glared at Cecelia again, “Though I’m shocked to see her HERE of all places.”

“THAT’S MISS HEED?!” Squip leant back a little in surprise. She looked- similar yes- but almost nothing like the heroine Demencia had ranted to her about.

Heed/Cecelia crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, refusing to look at the villains in front of her. Frost gently placed a paw on her back and stepped between the two parties.

“Look, I understand we have some….bad blood between us.”

“She brainwashed Flug!”

“She stole my thesis formula!”

“They put an end to my platform!”

Frost shot his girlfriend a look, she quieted down. Yes she had gotten over the need for validation from strangers, but she was still pretty bitter about previous events.

“Yes okay- okay- a lot happened.” Frost took a breath, “But- me and Cecelia are no longer involved in the hero business. We’re just- normal civilians.” Frost took Cecelia’s hand, she rubbed a thumb over his paw as she looked down, “If this is a problem, we can head back and maybe…do this some other time.” Frost shot the trio an apologetic smile.

Demencia and Flug exchanged uncertain looks. Neither had any spite towards Frost, in fact from their previous encounter he seemed pretty okay. Demencia then looked at Heed- er…Cecelia as Frost called her now. Wow, she really had dropped the act. She looked almost completely different to her Heed persona, but it was still her.

Demencia stepped forward, causing Cecelia to step back with caution.

“Relax I’m not gonna bite you.” She stated deadpanned, “Look…your boyfriend and my girlfriend are friends…and it’s not fair that they can’t hang out just cause we got a bad history.” Cecelia nodded, “So, I propose a truce!”

“What like a- partner truce?” Cecelia tilted her head and smiled slightly at her attempt to lighten the mood.

Demencia grinned, “Yeah! Exactly!” She spit into her palm and held it out for the former heroine to shake, “Partner Truce!”

Cecelia cringed a little before carefully taking one of Demencia’s fingers and shaking it, “Partner Truce..”

Flug glanced at the ground awkwardly, he wasn’t exactly a partner so he couldn’t partake in the truce. So he instead opted to look at Frost and extend his hand.

“Friends?” He said meekly.

Frost took his hand, “Friends!” His tail wagged happily.

“Now that that’s settled!” Squip chimed in from the device, causing everyone to turn their heads, “Can we eat and talk now! I’ve got all kinds of plans for today!”

“Oh! Me too!” Frost pulled up a chair and sat near Squip’s device.

The two began rambling about their plans and other general life things. The others sat around them, the friend’s respective partners smiling softly at them. They could get along for one day, for them.

[monicaaaaatje]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Halt O'Carrick & Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy/Halt O'Carrick Characters: Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy, Halt O'Carrick Additional Tags: I wrote this at 1am, i am a monster Summary:

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate, And though we pass them by today, Tomorrow we may come this way And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun. Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe, Let them go! Let them go! Sand and stone and pool and dell, Fare you well! Fare you well!

People weren't meant to live for ever. Living life was like going to bed after a long day of hard work. It was inevitable that the longing and desire to close one's eyes would eventually arise. When you got to a certain age, this longing could start to nag at you. It was... It was like it knew. It was like it could feel. It felt how the sun of someone's life had been set. How evening had fallen. It was only unfortunate that the owner of this said life not always had a clue.

[v-writes-some-times]

how do you know how bad it's gotten?

when a house and food makes you feel spoiled?

or, more importantly,

when do you begin to question why?

when do you begin to question who?

[lilacstarvix]

Got myself a new Starvixi (my sona's species, which I made) pokemon AU, Submas flavoured.

Ingo gets dropped in Sinnoh's past, as usual. But Emmet gets dropped on a completely different planet, same amount of time ago, but on an alien world.

Emmet, unlike Ingo, retains all memory of his past (but knocked unconcious) and is taken in by some concerned Starvix who saw this alien man get dropped from a hole in the sky.

Ofc Emmet's first instinct is to challenge these kind strangers to a pokemon battle, because:

'a whole new world of a whole new people, who are trainers, which means whole new variety of battle techniques with new moves and new pokemon'

He still ends up winning.

And then realizes "Where's Ingo" and spends the next few days looking for him with the help of the people who found him.

Obviously they don't end up finding anything, but the Vix that found him take him to the nearby City to try find help there as one of them 'knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a....'

The city is a bittersweer sight as it's the train capital of the planet, with rail lines webbing to any major settlement on Twideim (the planet).

Eventually after many failed searches, and many won battles, he becomes the electric type gym leader of the city. And now has life extending tech, it's usually used in Starvixi pokeballs due to their 12k year long lifespan and the desire to prolong their pokemon partner's lifespan to match their own.

Emmet ends up using the Twideimian varient of Chandelure, honoring his brother, his own Galvantula and Eelektross, and an Emolga to rember Elesa (because this is a nimbasa trio household 😤)

Anyways jump a few centuries and Emmet decides to start teaching a young aspiring trainer, Protoa (working name) who wants to be a gym leader herself when she grows up.

Que found family shenanigans and the kid, now in her early 50's (which is still only like being 15 for her kind so still a child) ends up being eebie deebied to good ol Unova, which obviously is not good for the mental health of someone whose lived way last his natural life expectancy and lost everyone and everything he knew save for him and his brother's pokemon.

Elesa in the meantime would be challenged by a hooded figure..

Anyways sorry for 1am blorbo+OC universe shenanigans showing up on ur tl im just having 'the autism moment' tm as half of us on this hellsite do sometimes

[bowtisbowt]

"On the verge of delusional giddiness

The line is blurred and threaded with a knife

Sleep is inevitable and dearly desired

Life will soon be without strife."

- BowtIsBowt

[marinememes]

Super cool ocean fact: there is at least 6 fish in the ocean

[harrystyleslowkeyfanboi]

I'm back on tumblr, yay! I was really hoping that I will not find myself back here again, writing sad shit just because I don't know how to express my feelings. I guess I have to break my streak (just for the time being)- and besides, I missed writing so it's a win-win right?

I've been struggling with depressive episodes for quite a while now and I'm a bit worried since it's been a long time since I was in this stare. It could be the exhaustion of work and my responsibility at home, but I'm afraid that all of my shit was dragged because of my depression and it's messed up. The only silver lining I could take from this is that I'm not having the urge to kill myself. I mean, why kill yourself if you're already dead inside right? *squidward's laugh*

And as I stare into nothingness while listening to 'Happiness is a butterfly' by Lana Del Rey, I decided to install this app again for the nth time (instead of getting enough rest for my errand tomorrow.) I just thought that it would be a good "pastime/hobby/therapy" for me to write some random shit again. Now that I've think about it, it's been a while since I wrote something personally.

If you found yourself here, reading this nonsense, I just want to thank you for listening to my shit. I'll be back for more soon; I may post some of my poems and snaps from my favorite movies so see ya soon...

[marsstateofmindsblog]

1:22 am writings about a dream I ad