#Mostly good

[vixenfoxpup]

I need more dca fics to read, not just because they're all so cool and special and unique-

I want to collect their y/n's in my pocket, and bring back the y/nverse. All of them in a lil pocket dimension (the dca stay in their respective stories, this place is reserved for the self inserts and side characters/family to interact. The boys can have their own pocket dimension)

The y/ns live on the same street or apartment complex, being bunched into groups that are roomies

For example. Bamsara's Solar Lunacy y/n, Paper-Lilypie's CCRT y/n, and bones-of-a-rabbit's staffbot y/n. SB is there so CCRT can perform routine maintenance, plus CCRT can be a but messy, plus they could help clean up after ccrt's kids. SL is where, you may ask? Their room has been vacant for some time, but CCRT and SB keep it clean and regularly dusted, out of respect. They don't know if or when their friend will return, but they'll be welcome at any time.

Naffeclipse's y/ns share a suite, probably.

spadillelicious's LDR y/n could stay with saltciphblr's lovebug au y/n

Again, I need to read more to get a better feel of the different wonderful y/n's

This probably won't be uploaded, maybe someday, but this is mostly self indulgence that my brain has been blasting on repeat all day

Into the y/nverse, I raise you from the depths

[eiraeths]

first time using procreate soooo punk soap!

[monitorchakas]

I FINISHED EPITAPH FINALLY

I demand my free personal pan pizza

That was the most unexpected wild crazy ass story. It weirdly oddly worked..... it was just so RANDOM

.....

Anyway I'm going to let the story digest in my brain meats then later going to finish my reread of silentium (I got epitaph so early I never finished it)

After Silentium I think I might do Epitaph audiobook. I think this book deserves a reread and I like doing audiobooks after I've read physical copy. I absorb physical text better than spoken

I am here to talk about Epitaph with anyone that wants to

[cowboycannibalism]

just me and my 450mg of wellbutrin against the world

[madtomedgar]

I don't get the like "it only stopped because men decided they didn't like it, meaning the women liked the thing and were the main forces behind it" about body modifications for women. Like. If the *point* of those body modifications is to ensure a good marriage and desirability, and essentially your market decides they don't like the product anymore, then yes, it will stop. It stops when men decide they don't like it because they are the ones with societal power, and their interest or disinterest determines the entire trajectory of women's lives in these societies. Kind of like how if colleges stopped asking for SAT scores and in fact looked down on students who took it, parents would stop pushing their kids to do well on the SAT because the point of it is to set you up for a successful position for the rest of your life, not because they think the thing itself is inherently good or fun.

[cum4brains]

I got my eye on some of yall in my notifications

[jerichoes]

when people on this webbed site interact with what i’ve posted

[anime-scarves]

It’s time to play some TFT. There was a new patch this week so lets go and get blasted on it. I swear i’m good at this game. 

[glittergradient]

okay I finished stranger things s4 vol.1 and I have a lot of thoughts

[weirdgirlblogging]

okay I got the one (1) note on that post so as promised here is the paper thing

I was created to be a perfect material; one anyone could use to do anything with. Draw, fold, bend into how they wanted, whatever kind of craft anyone could ever dream of. Cutting me up to make more pieces to use was also acceptable. Even though this was my destiny, I felt myself unable to achieve real goals. Other pieces of paper are used and can make beautiful creations, they have different colors and textures and can be folded to make the most beautiful paper cranes. I am so plain, in color and what I can do. So basic, no one thinks about picking me up to make anything of use with.

That was until you came along. You saw my potential; you saw me as something that could be made into something of value. I had some semblance of worth for once. For once, I felt like I could be more than just some lame lazily done creation. Even if I couldn't bend right, or that I accidentally would cut your fingers, you would stay and attempt to make me feel like the crafts I could become would be anything better than what I could have imagined.

That was when the new stack of papers came. They looked fresh and came in a multitude of colors. Pink, green, yellow-- hues that I just could not compete with. Others would use the stack to make such beautiful creations. There were so many different paper rings, origami jungle animals, and paper planes as far as the eye could see. In some ways, I think I always knew I was not going to be able to compete with them for much longer.

I did not, however, expect to be thrown away in the trash bin with all the other scraps of paper. Well, I had fears that you would someday do that, but I had not expected it to be so soon. At first your folding got lazy, with less care put into it than you had originally done before. Less care was put in to how I was put together.

That was when you finally told me that you were going to use the other, prettier paper. You crumpled me up and set me to the side, going on to make different creations with the prettier colors of the other papers. I could not believe you had decided I was worthless and plain as I had always felt.

I felt so angry. If you did not want to use me anymore, who else could possibly want me? You had folded, crumpled up, and discarded me; I was barely useable anymore. There was no way anyone would have any sort of way to fix me, to make me something gorgeous like how you had attempted.

You used me to the point where no one else would be able to even make a simple paper airplane out of me. I was not good for much of anything, and I blamed you for my feelings. You can’t just abandon me, alone on a desk to only acknowledge when you need me to move around to get out of your way. It got to the point where I fell alone to the floor, alone with the other scraps no one seemed to use.

I would lay there in my crumpled-up ball, occasionally picked up by other students to look at, to see what I was before dropping me back down. Some would use me too, only to throw at other students in the class before I would get confiscated. It would only take a while before I would fall back to the floor, thrown around again and narrowly avoiding getting picked up by the custodians.

I managed to fall, luckily, into spaces such as inside of desks and small floor corners to stay safe from being thrown away. From being permanently forgotten. When I finally made my home in the bookshelf, I could see you at your desk with the better creations, witnessing just how much adored they were than I had ever been.

As infuriating as it was, part of it was my fault. Was it not me who would fill your hands with paper cuts? Who would not fold up in the right ways to become the perfect craft? I had been too difficult to work with, so it was evident that there was no reason I deserved to feel as hurt as I did. You leaving for something less rough and hard to deal with was always inevitable, I just for some reason did not realize how quick it would happen.

After what seemed like forever, I felt myself give up on the idea that you would ever come back. That was okay, something I did not think I would ever accept. The view from where I was on the shelves was lovely, and the sour thoughts were slowly drifting away.

How could I be so sad about you leaving when I had such a wonderful view in front of me? Colorful posters, bright markers scattered near the whiteboard, and the hanging decorations the teacher had seemed to add for flair. It seemed stupid, but I finally felt some sort of freedom. Not to mention you didn’t have to deal with me being difficult anymore.

That was when you finally found me again. I had fallen from my beautiful view, not even caring anymore where I was heading next. Suddenly, you picked me up, starting to uncrumple me and smooth me out again. Was this your way of apologizing? I was not totally certain. In some ways I thought you were doing good to make everything up.

You worked tirelessly to try and get every wrinkle and line out of my bland material, trying to undo the damage that had been done. I guess that is the thing about damage though, it will always be there. No matter how much you press books down on me, or even use your own hands to attempt to get rid of them, the past fold lines will always be visible.

At this point, I will keep quiet and refrain from causing any more papercuts. You are trying, and that is what matters. But would you have returned to me had the colorful paper not stopped being fun?

Honestly, we will never know that. Not for sure. But you’re trying to make amends, and showing me once again I am not the blandest paper.

[batvillainz]

Very palpable feeling of learning about myself and growing and finding my place in the world

[alex-just-vibing]

Are you a student who is unable to donate to Palestine, but still want ways to show your support?

Me too! Unfortunately, searching up ways for students who can't drive, spend money, or drop school for a week to show solidarity for Palestine just comes up with "centrist" (if not blatantly pro-israel) articles for teachers telling them how to stay neutral during discussions with students. So! Here are some ways that I've thought of to bring pro palestine sentiment into your school and community! You are more than encouraged to add on any ideas of your own!

Wear shirts, pins, or anything outwardly pro palestine. If you can't find something, make it.

Email your representatives. Email Congress. Email the White House, or whatever your country's equivalent would be. Let the people in charge know you want a ceasefire

Talk to your local library about holding an educational night about the genocide, and/or about Palestinian culture.

Talk to your peers. Find people who share your views. Create a fuss together.

Talk to your teachers about it. Having an authority figure on your side could make things so much easier for you.

Make stickers, posters, pamphlets, etc to put up around your school, town/city, anywhere you can.

Educate yourself on anti-palestine talking points and how to refute them in a calm and logical manner. (Palestinian Toolkit is a great website for that)

Speak up! It's fucking scary, but if you can, don't let people's bigotry go unchecked. (You can use knowledge from the last point to make it easier to talk)

But also, know when to give up. It sucks, but not everyone is worth wasting your time debating. Some people won't change their mind no matter what.

[doctorcurdlejr]

sometimes I get sad when I think about all the people who are missing out on the pleasures of life only because they've decided it wasn't for them before they even gave it a shot :(

[tskva]

playing an evil character but u keep helping ppl anyway

[kawaiianimeredhead]

Watching Grease for the first time in a very long time

[bacchuschucklefuck]

truly this one's just for me. I can do what I want foreverrr