#i'll continue it if people like this but idk

[alcazarofthestars]

More brainrots<3

I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN INACTIVE FOR LIKE A WEEK BUT HEAR ME OUT:

THIS

THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN

SO I GOT THIS IDEA WHEN I WAS WALKING BACK FROM SCHOOL

SO IMAGINE:

Casper with an angel reader in an enemies to lovers situation where the reader's job is to help people in near death scenarios so they would fight/bicker a LOT but this bickering slowly turns into flirting and then they started dating BUT heaven doesn't allow this so the higher angels try to separate you two by locking you away in a tower in heaven where no one can reach you. Heartbroken, he went on a rampage and burst into heaven to search for you and went on to kill quite a lot of angels before being sealed away for a thousand years or so. When the reader wakes up she doesn't remember anything besides her job. When Casper broke free the first thing he saw was you with another man.

OR

A reader who's the angel of death and collects the souls of people who belong in heaven while he collects souls of people who belong in hell. Usually they shouldn't collide but every once in a blue moon there will be someone who has an equal amount of sins and good deeds. This led them to get to know each other better and even develop feelings for each other but the reader knows that they just can't be because of their jobs and tried to distance themselves from him but ended up failing. Your heart just can't take it! But one day you overheard some gossips from the elder angels that they knew about your relationship and were planning on "taking him out" so he wouldn't interfere with your job. When they were about to do it, the reader put themselves in front of him and ended up getting reincarnated as a human with no memories. Casper found out about this and started stalking you. You still had the same personality and charisma, it's almost as if nothing happened. He took on a more human form and started to talk to you and make you trust him, after a while he found out that you were already in a relationship with someone else... This can't be right. You promised to be with HIM. You are HIS partner. No no, you're just not in your right mind, yes, that's it. Don't worry, he'll knock you back to your senses<3.

OR

MAYBE A SOULMATE SITUATION WITH HIM WHERE HE'S AN IMMORTAL AND YOU'RE A MORTAL WHO IS CURSED TO DIE SOON

Idk if someone made this before tho

Maybe I'll continue this Brainrot sometime... But my motivation is at an all time low rn...

so have this badly written Brainrot to wait

-With love, Lythia <3

[hgduo]

AND HGDUO/GOSSIPDUO/QMOCKINGJAYS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!

[smile-files]

oh yeah i watched the new ii and it was pretty wack. my only two thoughts are

i love cabby

they had to neutralize clover?????? hello?????????

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

on my quest to find more books to read this year, there's been something kind of heartwarming to see that of the books on hold at my local library, or on the weekly bestseller's list at my local bookstores, there's always at least one book up there that's about Palestine. It's at least nice to see that some people in my area want to learn about the historical context of what's happening now, and learn far more than what a few posts on their feed can tell them. It makes me hope that public perception will continue to change for the better - and that the kind of support I've seen in my area won't die down immediately after a ceasefire is called

[tinylittlepolly]

The Giant, The Borrower, and The Wall (g/t story)

In a small apartment room with little complexity to it, lives a human named Manny, alone. He spends most of his time at his job trying to make ends meet, only being home for hours at a time, most of which are spent asleep. He never brought anyone home like friend or family. He always had difficulties speaking to other people. No matter what he tried, any time he had to start a conversation he just… froze up. Scared that what he might say might offend or annoy anyone he was speaking to, Manny chose a life of loneliness.

Little did Manny know, this life of loneliness he’s lead for many years was always spent with another close by. Behind the wall, opposite to his bed, was a hidden compartment that the landlord of the apartment had never told Manny about. It was a small gap that couldn’t be used for much, and as such it was swiftly forgotten about, with only one person knowing of its existence.

This person was a little borrower, no taller than a teacup, who had made the space his living quarters. Much like the giant, he spent most of his time sleeping in his room, though the borrower had no ends to make meet, only needing food and water to keep living. The borrower was not a social one. They had always had difficulties speaking to other people. Even when meeting other borrowers before moving into this small room, no matter what they tried, they just… froze up. Scared that what they might say could very well mean the end of their cozy little life, the borrower chose a life of loneliness, living in the walls of this small apartment.

The borrower got by quite well, only leaving their room when certain that the giant had left. This was always very clearly announced by the loud *THUD* made by the giant’s big steps through the house, sending vibrations through their whole body, followed by the loud *CHUNK * the walls made, followed by silence. They knew this was the time to get some food, with the giant often being away for hours at a time.

They’d only take small things, piece by piece only when needed. One of those big, orange, curly, and salty things from the crinkly blue bag with the shiny grey inside, one of those big, brown, chunk-filled discs that were both crunchy and chewy… The borrower never got to choose what he ate, but he didn’t dislike any of the foods the giant brought with him. It seemed the two had very similar tastes, much to the delight of the small borrower, having a full meal from what the giant would consider not much more than a small snack.

The borrower made great efforts to avoid the giant, always making sure their presence went unnoticed. Any bag they’d taken food from, they’d close back up, including any drawers or pouches. If some crumbles from the brown disks got on the floor, they’d climb down to clean them up. Manny didn’t realize it, but he had a very tiny, yet very efficient cleaner living in his house cleaning up after themselves. The borrower knew not to interact with or get noticed by the giant. Even though as far as giants go the giant was quite short, he was still so much bigger than the borrower… Compared to someone that big they’re nothing more than an ant, the borrower thought to themselves. A being that big means nothing but danger.

Anytime the giant came back from the outside, he'd always be grumpy and sleepy. Bags under his eyes bigger than the borrower themselves, wearing some grey outfit with a red line hanging from his neck, which he always wore when going outside. The giant would always go into the room with the white walls and weird chair, spit into a bowl and go to bed. Sometimes the giant came home holding their head, which seemed to be solved after they took some pills, also from the white room. In any case, after he left the white room and headed to bed, the borrower knew they were free to leave the room again, although the giant never seemed to stay asleep for long.

This life was simple, but the borrower was happy. They didn’t know if they could say the same for the grumpy giant, but it didn’t seem like he minded the little guy taking some food every now and then. Or at least, the giant never seemed to talk much while he was at home, aside from the occasional annoyed grumble when getting home or while sleeping, although the borrower did sometimes hear the giant talking to someone in the white room, despite only them and the giant being home.

The borrower started out only leaving the room during the day, while the giant was away, though they did eventually build up the courage to leave the room at night, while the giant was asleep. One night in particular was one that would forever change both their lives. The borrower had woken up in the middle of the night, holding their head and wincing in pain as their head felt like it was splitting apart. They were barely awake, it hurt to even keep their eyes open, not that it mattered considering their vision wasn’t much more than a blur at this point. Their whole body was heating up, they started to have difficulty breathing and knew their situation was dire.

Despite the pain coursing through their head, the borrower remembered the giant often came home holding his head in pain, taking pills in the white room to solve it before going to sleep. The borrower didn’t know what was happening to them, but they knew to move fast.

The borrower made their way to the white room, pitter pattering across the floor, tiny step by tiny step making progress towards what felt so far away, yet so close. The moment they reached the white room, they started using whatever strength they had left to climb up towards the cupboard that held the pill bottle, struggling with every grab on the wall’s tiling to make progress but knowing that stopping now would have fatal consequences. The borrower prayed with all they had they would make it back safely, and the pill bottle was finally in sight…

The little explorer tumbled about, with little to no strength left, desperately trying to reach the bottle of pills before it was too late… only to feel a cold shiver running down their spine, followed by a small *thud*.

They passed out right before reaching their goal, leaving their life up to fate.

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It was the start of the next day. Manny woke up as the sun rose with a splitting headache, as per usual. He got up to get dressed and headed to the bathroom to take some medicine for his headache to get ready for another day of work. “Alright, 6 hours at the grocery store, 3 hours at the customer service, 1 hour power nap, and then- “

As he was quietly talking to himself and entered the bathroom, one thing particularly stuck out to him. On the sink laid what seemed to be a small figurine, curled up in a fetal position. He didn’t remember leaving anything of the sort there, nor was he the type to collect figurines in the first place. He approached the sink to pick up the small figurine only to realize... The “figurine” was breathing. Its small body, even smaller than Manny’s hand, was breathing. Its face was red. It looked like it was in pain.

Manny realized… this was not a figurine. Far from it.

This was a living being.

Manny gently and carefully touched the tiny person laying on his sink, recognizing their pain from the headaches he always had. He felt a subtle warmth, though he could feel it was slowly fading. The borrower was dying. Manny quickly grabbed the medicine he’d always use for his headaches and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed a fork and quickly broke the small pill into tiny pieces that could fit in the borrower’s mouth, hastily pushing some into it, hoping he still had a chance at saving them.

Every second felt like a minute, time dragging on as the giant stared down at the scared tiny fighting for their life. The tiny borrower winced in pain, holding their head and curling up into a ball. After a few moments, it seemed the fear and pain had subsided somewhat. The borrower’s body wasn’t as tensed up anymore, and their hands slowly lowered from their head to the ground.

With the tiny person seemingly feeling better and falling asleep, Manny remembered his job starting soon. He’d forgotten all about it with the chaotic beginning to his day, but he couldn’t just leave this tiny creature laying on the kitchen sink… Manny hastily yet carefully moved the borrower to his bed, put a potato chip and a bottle cap full of water next to the now asleep borrower, and made sure to lock the door before taking his medicine and leaving for work. He’d have a lot to think about during this shift.

[pandora15]

hm

I wonder if I'm getting a bit sick of star wars

like there are the things that make me happy about it, especially obi-wan and the prequels and tcw but also like

I'm frustrated about what they did with ahsoka, and then I'm also just not finding fic that I can vibe with and the fandom just feels so…empty?

which is wild because it's definitely got bigger since I joined, but idk, it just feels like in the obi-wan fandom circles, it just feels like it's shrinking. and I think part of it is everyone being really busy with irl things (myself included) and then whatever is left in the sw fandom in general is just stuff i don't vibe with

but then I keep seeing it over and over and over again so now it's just irritating to me

like. yeah there are ships/tropes that I don't vibe with at all and I usually try to steer clear of them when looking for fic to read, but these days it feels like that's all I can find. so now I'm frustrated and tired and not really getting the fic fix that I want

and normally my solution to this is to just write what I want to read, but I don't have the mental space to do it, so I'm just. stuck.

a part of me feels bad to complain about this, but idk I'm gonna put it out there anyways. it's just like the fandom feels completely different than it did when I first joined, or even like 2-3 years ago, and I'm not sure if I'm happy about it.

[bluesidedown]

I just want to fly to Tibet and not think about character growth or the future or navigating relationships

[pendraegon]

i don't quite know how to put it into words because i still feel so very small and stupid at times and like i've never really grown up at all and stuck even though i know that's not true and i'm someone i never thought i would ever be but like... being told by someone that i'm their role model or being told by my baby cousin (she's going to college in the fall, where did the time go??) that she chose her major because it was what /i/ did and that she's always admired me growing up, people telling me to my face that they got their bipolar diagnosis and that seeing me live my life the way i do gave them hope like. i. i don't know, i guess on some level i never really let go of that brittle helplessness/hopelessness inside me and honestly i don't think i'm ever worth the praise or the attention or the time or the love or the whatever people give me even now but it's like...maybe my little space here on this blog or in the world or even just traipsing through my usual haunts are worth it if it means that i'm of some service, that i can see some spark of recognition in someone's eyes. it's the feeling of a hand against mine in the dark when for so long all i felt was nothing but air. or whatever you know.

[kjzx]

I've been thinking a lot about my sexuality these last few years, I'd even say sometimes obsessing to an unhealthy degree, and I think I've come in terms with the fact I almost certainly am bisexual and denying that is pretty lesbophobic and frankly dumb in many ways, and mainly cruel towards myself. Gonna be reading up on internalized biphobia and whatnot

[fluentisonus]

also this bit was so. it was so

[candied-cae]

The way that Stede treated Izzy during episode 3 were some of the ONLY times I could stand seeing Izzy on screen so far this season because it finally felt like someone who recognized him and was treating him rationally tbh

I adore this show and the people who worked on it, but ffs, it feels like they all enjoyed Con too much and the Izzy-Enjoyers Fanon of his character last season and jumped the gun on his redemption arc.

I'm going to go through and explain this more, but I just wanted to put that out there first while I lay out why Stede's expressions and reactions make so much more sense coming out of season 1's events.

[whysamwhy123]

I'm writing AGAAAAAAIN

And it's TRRAAAAAAASH

But I don't CAAAAAAARE

Because it's FUUUUUUNN

[orcelito]

i miss akechi goro so much. maybe even enough to finally finish that ladue chapter 3