#my stupid brain

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

I still can't understand how Madeline, a businesswoman, a horrible mother, a literally normal person with just a lot of money could make a phone that can control humans and aliens alike... like... like I just...

The only thing we know about the golden phones is that they emanate a green light and that maybe Silas was the responsible one??

I just don't know man...

And I'm asking for real!

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Fuck, I hate those days when my brain screams at me that I'm not good enough, when I wish I could run away from it all, when I just want the noise in my brain to stop.

Rationally, I know it will pass in a day or two, I know I should just wait and stop stressing, but fuck it's hard sometimes.

[spacething5]

[ex0rin]

whose great idea was it for me to be between fandoms right at the start of febuwhump i want to scream

[musicalislife]

Listening to SSOL while sleep deprived. I misheard “Hug your best friend” and it become F**k your best friend.

[lakedo]

Oh no.

My stupid brain had an idea.

As a Måneskin fan, I was scrolling on Tumblr, finding gifs to spam to my friends and singing their songs at midnight, like a normal person.

As an AVA/AVM fan I was scrolling on Tumblr, finding images to spam to my friends and thinking about various AUs that I'll never post, at midnight, like a normal person.

Then I suddenly remembered about a conversation I had with my brother:

*flashback*

My brother: My favourite letter is 'D'.

Me: Why?

My brother: Because it's the fourth letter of the alphabet.

Me: Why do you like the fourth letter of the alphabet?

My brother: Because my favourite number is 4! *leaves*

*end flashback*

Meanwhile me: Four, four, four, everything is four! A square has got 4 corners. Chairs have 4 legs. Even Måneskin are 4! What else is four now? Oh right, the mercenaries of Alan Becker!

And then the scenario:

Rocket team from Alan Becker dressed as members of Måneskin band.

Vic? Is just watching, wondering why.

[errruvande]

I just open my Google docs to read some random WIPs of mine lmao

I didn't usually write summary (at least the main idea? Like one sentence?) and now I'm reading all of them and be like

And what did I want to write????? I love this 3 paragraphs of no plot but what did I WANTED to write PLOT WISE????

[aucupariaart]

If Loguetown is based on Florence, Italy, does this make Gol D. Roger Italian? I can picture him talking with his hands like an Italian.

[rocksandsea13]

okay so this is gonna sound really fucking weird if you don’t get what i mean but anyhow

does anyone else feel a weird sense of comfort in being mentally fucked, like no matter what i do i never think it’s enough to be classed as not okay but in a way i find comfort in feeling the way i do and idk if it’s bc it’s familiar or sm but idk just a little rant

[rabidchilde]

A couple days ago my ability to do things just. Turned back on?

I took myself out to sushi-go-round, almost got the courage to go to a movie, took my partner on a pancake date and visited my friendly local gaming store for the first time in a long time.

I don't expect it to last, but it's been freeing.

[lemonade-please]

I thought the "asking for a friend" thing was like "I want a friend," and it just clicked that like??? No?? It's saying, "I'm asking in replacement of a friend," and it's like so much more boring that way.

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Oye Disney...

... querido

¿¿¿QUIERES QUE TE PARTA LA MADRE???

@azula-nyx ya viste? Solo somos Mexico...

Siento que no me debería importar pero siento que ya se están pasando de la raya solo por que quieren nuestro dinero...

[rose-lizzzy]

I'll be honest I saw Jojo tweet

And honestly for a second had the thought that maybe she was in New Life

I doubt it I don't think she is

But like. If she was that would be so cool

[too-much-imagination]

I was looking through my old notes and I saw this one:

I love minds, not hearts.

It sounds so inanely…

That’s because I had no idea what it means to love.

[queer-frenchmermaid]

Just tried to do something really dumb. As I was about to get on the metro the door closed right in front of me. Instead of just pushing the intended button, I tried to stop the doors with my arm. Poor man looked at me like: ''Girl, wtf are you doing?''

I don't know good sir, I'm running on 4h of sleep per night and an empty stomach, my brain is on autopilot and apparently it decided this was the best way to stop doors from closing

[myalchod]

This new fic is a pain in the arse, and it doesn’t seem to help that my brain is jumping all over and I’m writing a lot of it backwards at this point or in fragments searching for a home. But at least I got the final segment to join up, and wrote the end of the segment that comes before (or possibly two before) that one, and I’m somewhere around 4000 words already and there’s still a lot more that needs to happen in the middle of the thing (which is always the hardest to write), and oops when did I become invested in these stubborn idiots?

Last lines written:

“I could ask you the same,” she counters. “You could,” he agrees, “but I’m pretty sure you know the answer just as well as I do.”