#random brain thing of mine

[neocoffeetech]

His night had been particularly miserable. He felt so alone and unworthy, and she was so far out of his reach, he didn’t know what to do with himself. She hasn’t texted, she hadn’t called; it sent him spiralling into absolute insanity.

The long distance between him and his dream girl was exhausting to think about, and it drained every ounce of motivation from his being. Every little thing reminded him of her and he frequently caught himself thinking about the life he’d have if she lived close, within the walls he called his home.

But it didn’t really feel like home. Not without her. You know what they say, home is where the heart is.

His heart was completely with her. Forever and always, just how he liked it.

The distant ticking of his wall clock brought him back to his saddening reality, in his little realm of isolation. He found himself gazing thoughtlessly at the ceiling now, no feeling but the increasing cold around his body on top of the sheets. His eyes skimmed the room, landing on the clock.

1:36am

Another sleepless night it seemed. How is he even surviving like this?

He laid there a while longer, eventually deciding to drag his bare feet across the cold hardwood floors, through the maze of his apartment and to the icey tiles of his kitchen. A glass of something would help him sleep, right? He didn’t know what but he’s in the right place for it anyway.

Circling his options of juice, water, milk, or coffee, his hand occasionally lifted his phone to his line of sight, any sign of contact from his love, but as it had been all night, not a single word.

He settled of a simple glass of water, seated at the kitchen island, phone face up next to the glass.

His eyes grew heavier but the minute, and before he knew it, his head had found its way onto his arm, pressed down on the marble bench; the now empty glass forgotten and gently pushed to the other side.

—•—•—•—•—

The sun was harsh behind the lids of his eyes and his woke to a light shaking on his arm. His head, heavy from thoughts and just waking up, lifted from his numb arm and turned to the source. His eyes, previously clouded by a sleepy haze and half shut, bulged and brightened at the sight before him. His arms, numb from being used as a pillow and prickling with a pins and needles sensation, wrapped themselves around the smaller frame of a person in an instant.

“You’re here! How are you here, when, why?” His raspy voice croaked and cracked in shock as his favourite person on earth, the love of his life, stood flush against him, small arms wrapping around his torso and a soft giggle falling from her lips.

Her presence and laughter was always such a comfort to him.

“Here to see you silly, I have that spare key remember? I thought I’d surprise you.” Her soft voice sent a strong warmth through his body as his heart pounded in his chest. She was actually here with him, and she came all the way just for him.

“I don’t deserve you, you’re amazing, I love you so much!” The words fell from his lips, straight from the heart as he expressed his love, raising his head to plant a soft, long awaited kiss to her lips.

Yawns erupted from them in the early morning chill as they stood on cold tiles. One from lack of sleep, the other from a long and tiring flight across the world. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed that only now, with her in his arms, felt like a cloud. The couple curled up in content with each other’s presence, his arms wrapped tightly and securely around her, her arms pressed between them, a hand resting on his cheek.

This was all he needed, to be with her and just exist. She was his life source, and he was her light in the dark.

And little did he know, she wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon. She was his, and this was, his arms, is her home.

Forever and always.

—•—•—•—•—

Just a random long distance thing I had pop in my head. Hope y’all enjoy.

[spread-the-influence]

// hopping in again because 2 am is in the timeframe where i become so hyper on accidentally finding vibes like a nocturnal predator

. https://youtu.be/8Gopg80VXwc?si=j_vS5a5xUWvgiBRC

somehow sounds like t.i

// ASHES ASHES DUST TO DUST THE DEVIL'S AFTER THE BOTH OF US //

[lisxdumbr]

The whole "if a person is mad at you it's their responsibility to tell you" thing just made me realize how fucked my situation is. Like just. woah

[amplifyme]

Promise

“New year’s resolutions?”

Mulder looks over at her with one of his sidelong, appraising glances. “Do I look like the type who makes resolutions?”

“Come on, Mulder. We’re stuck in this car on New Year’s Eve on what is most assuredly a dead-end stakeout all because you’re convinced that one Herman Jiménez is preparing to escort his family to a new home somewhere in the heavens, compliments of a spaceship steered by little green men. Humor me just this once and play along. And yes, I do think you’re the type to make resolutions.”

“Well, see, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t make resolutions at the beginning of a new year. I make promises instead.”

“Do tell.”

“Resolutions are rules you’re pledging to hold yourself to. And by their very nature are prone to failure. Promises, on the other hand, are gifts we give ourselves, goals we set which are much more achievable than anything holding to hard and fast rules.”

“Oh, my God,” she sighs in exasperation. “Fine. Promises, then. Do you have any for this upcoming new year?”

“If I tell you, they won’t count,” he argues.

“They’re not birthday wishes you hope for as you blow out candles on a cake, Mulder. It’s okay to share them.”

“How do you know? I’m not taking any chances, Scully.” He fiddles with the radio dial and finds a DJ doing the countdown to 2001. They’re soon to hit the 30 second mark. “And besides, last year’s turned out pretty well. Why would I want to risk it and tell you this year’s?”

“You-” she stops short and studies him intently as the seconds tick down. “Was kissing me a promise you made to yourself last new year’s eve, Mulder?”

He holds up a finger to stop her as the far too enthusiastic DJ begins the 10 second mark in his countdown. At seven seconds he twists in his seat and leans toward her. By the four second mark, he has her cheeks held firmly in his warm palms. He has those mesmerizing eyes of his locked onto hers at two seconds. 

“I’ll never tell,” he whispers and closes the small distance between them as the new year is ushered in on radio station WKIO: Your Station For the Best in Classic Rock.

“Happy New Year, Scully,” he murmurs against her mouth as he pulls away and gives her a thousand watt smile. “The best is yet to come.”

[seth-burroughs]

🔥 Martina electro

There is an uncomfortable amount of people (not a big number. just... i've been seeing them here and there is all and I have no idea how popular that actually is) that's just ridding her of all of her agency, and just attributing all of ther faults to Yomi's powerful toxic miasma-like influence? And I think that's just.... doing her character a massive disservice at best, and just misogyny at worst. No, you see, she was just a helpless victim like any other poor fuck in Kanai Ward, vice-director of peacekeepers who, it was just him that corrupted her soft vulnerable mind, as soon as she just leaves him she will be Normal again :) Let women be fucked up not everything is Yomi's fault. Also stop reducing Martina to just her relationship with Yomi, not everything she does is because of Yomi, even if her heel turn redemption was really rushed she could also be a very compelling character even if you remove Yomi entirely!! (though I think that while he's not as important to the Martina thing as some people make him out to be, he still has a notable role in it) Come on, she can ride a motorbike through the air from a fucking building roof, tasted literal poison with her finger just to test a theory, her first reaction to seeing a perfect impersonator of her was rub her chin and call them a highly intelligent smoking hot babe zero fucking shock just a clear answer to the "would you fuck your clone" question, to tried to kill two guys on a high school theatre stage. There is a lot of things DEEPLY WRONG WITH HER and that's why I love her I want to study her under a microscope like a virus. she is way less about Yomi, and more so about Justice (or her very very fucked up idea of it). Justice this, Justice that, pulverize all rationality in the name of Justice, she's been talking about this a LOT. She is not a helpless victim that's just been corrupted by her boyfriend if you keep up this blatant disrespect of 'Tina I am going to sploink you with the second shot put ball. Also I think it's kinda funny and very realistic that how she only seems to gain normal morals after the system she was upholding and pretty much in charge of the entire time hurts her in particular thats how it is with some people

[sp1resong]

now that i'm done having an identity crisis i've gotta say i'm kind of amused by how many times it just entirely lost the plot. like. i went from 'okay but like what is my personality. who am i just as a person' to 'genuinely how would i know if i'm plural i dont think i am but How Would I Know' to 'WHAT IS THE FUNDAMENTAL NATURE OF THE (alter)HUMAN SOUL. &WHAT IS MINE'. like. girl

[svtskneecaps]

literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

He went back to the mine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

[the-irken-pony]

hrrrrgh

Was sick for a few weeks but I'm mostly-ish recovered now so I wanna get myself back on my art wips but while I have energy I lack motivation

So uhhhh fuck it. THSC sketch requests to build myself back up?

Will probably do 5, if I'm feeling extra motivated I may make it 10, no promises on that though. One per person, preferably not too too complicated lol.

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

/

[isfjmel-phleg]

It has not been a productive day, but I did get my homework done before tomorrow's session and didn't lose my composure while writing it (not that there would have been anyone here to see but still), so there's that.

[theswedishpajas]

Do you have any songs that you like and recommend? Related to Beetlejuice or not! 🪲 🧃 🎶

Ooooo!!!!!!!!!!

I’m gonna preface this by saying that I like to listen to a lot of random music with varying degrees of adult content and if you’re a minor or not comfortable with that stuff, please don’t take my recommendations at face value and keep yourself safe and happy. A lot of the music I listen to gets really vulgar and dark and often touch on very existential or crude topics as those are the things my brain latches onto due to my own mental health.

I have so much music I really enjoy but it’s so hard to pin it down cus I either love every song from one band/artist almost equally (and extremely much) or I love random specific songs but to a lesser degree…!

I’m a really big fan of Will Wood in general, prolly my alltime favorite artist!! I don’t even really know an album I would recommend tho as all of them are so very different!!!

It’s kinda on a spectrum of depression and unhinged to somewhat okay and pretty calm, with his first album being on the unhinged&depression side and then in order until his latest album they slowly become more calm and healthier but still sorta struggling? That’s how I think I’d describe his music!!

The topics in the songs are very existencial a lot and get really dark so that’s something to look out for if that’s not gonna work out for you tho!!!!!

For a beginner listener I guess I might recommend the Self-Ish album, mainly because that’s the first album by him that I listened to, but also cus it’s really energetic and fun in it’s existencialism, it’s just kinda crazy more than anything else-!

Other than that…

*flips through youtube real quick to see what I like cus my memory doesn’t work right*

OH OF COURSE

Now, my taste in music is kinda fucked up-

But I’ll give a (much smaller than expected) list of songs (ESPECIALLY WITH THE MUSIC VIDEO) that I really enjoy for that exact reason:

Bring Me All Of Your Teeth by Hot Dad

O b l i v i o n by Ctrl Ult Delete

I am realizing I don’t wanna call songs I like fucked up without them being very specific cus idk what’s normal or not and I don’t want anybody to think a song they like is weird in a bad way or anything but I feel like these two are okay to call kinda fucked up!!! (Affectionate)

UHHHHHH

Man, I really don’t have any good grasp on anything I enjoy at all unless it’s a special interest???

I’d be happy to share the playlists I listen to the most if anybody wants to listen to them cus idk what else I’d actively recommend???

[thefreakandthehair]

/jolts out of a dead sleep with a plot point for my book

/frantically types it to @bayouteche at 3:30am for reference

[m00n-pr1sm]

I keep on forgetting I was the insanest arrowverse fan for a good 5 years of my life, and by that I mean I spun a wheel and every year I would just chose a character from it to be obsessed with and would memorize every important scene and watch them like 4 times a week at least. and think/talk abt them constantly, the works

5th grade was Caitlin snow, 6th grade was nora darhk, 7th I chilled out for a bit,,, but it was Caitlin snow, 8th grade was also Caitlin…, 9th grade was Caitlin again… BUT I also had a brief laurel phase, caught up w legends (to like s6 + really liked astra), and then had a Lena luthor/supercorp for a few months during the summer!! then bbc Merlin consumed me and morgana became the next character subject to my brainrot!! I’m excited to see what other characters will enter my hall of fixation !!

[starlightkun]

ANTICIPATED* UPCOMING FIC RELEASE TIMELINE

saturday, 08/05/23, 2:00 p.m. eastern: the dragon's happily ever after teaser

saturday, 08/12/23, 2:00 p.m. eastern: the dragon's happily ever after full fic release

saturday, 08/26/23, 2:00 p.m. eastern: a brief history of werewolf-human romance (pupsick sequel) teaser

saturday, 09/02/23, 2:00 p.m. eastern: a brief history of werewolf-human romance (pupsick sequel) full fic release

TBA, expected mid september: miracle (romance is dead sequel)

*subject to change at author discretion

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[peapod20001]

Ok ok tell me, if your reading something and the characters or whoever don’t have like a known voice or whatever, do you make one up or??

[mojimallow]

the Moji Family Numbers Curse™️ is such a trip