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[calilk]

"You may not rest now there are monsters nearby'. The message flashes in the corner of Pearl’s consciousness - far too bright, too much for pricking red rimmed eyes. The air around her is still. Silent. Empty. Tilly dozes, curled and oh so small. The earth and its shambling forms is far, far below. Pearl is alone. One explanation remains. Her throat is dry and she cannot stay her rabbiting heart.

The fear is ever present, thrumming through her code, tripping strings, sending false positives domino-ing through every skien of her being. The lines ensnare her, mind tangled in a trawlnet of commands. Pinning back her eyelids and jerking her arm away as her fingertips barely brush cotton as though scalded. Her eyelid twitches. Sleep is elusive.

As the nights pass her bags grow deeper, cheeks hollowing and sockets sinking ever more. The puddles at her feet are something to be feared, revealing fragments of a creature that follows her every move.

Phantoms gather around her. Drifting dust motes. Aimless and docile. Drawn but unable to attack one their own.

The air is thick. Thoughts flow like molasses, catching on the corners of her consciousness. The dust covered bed in the corner of the room draw her eyes like a magnet, inevitable, all consuming, the taunt of another, happier life, her feeble focus sharpened to a fine point, to her hopes her dreams everything she could never be encapsulated in untouched sheets and the fine freshly spun cotton. Her left eyelid will not stop twitching.

It's strange, she thinks in a sluggish sort of way, trying to pin down her gently roiling brain onto one topic, like attempting to catch a leaf skipping along the ground. The eddies of the wind catch it in its fingers and swing it into a flowing foxtrot, ghosting around her mind, diverging and converging and flowing and tumbling and landing and.

Those around her seem completely unaffected by her monstrous self.

The detail lodges in the back of her mind in an unconscious sort of way at first. Registered by a mindless datalogger. Uncomprehending. As she ghosts past Martyn, bathed in moonlight, fumbling brain feebly to string together some sort of comprehensible sentence. Fingers twitching. So close to contact. A millennia away.

She doesn’t quite remember what she said, mouth running unprompted, but it must’ve been wrong. All she is is wrong. He turns. Any camaraderie in shreds, the could’ve beens sliding across her inner sight, light polluted fragments of peace and belonging dissected and diagnosed for any possible mistake, incisions stitched and unstitched and sewn and shredded: jealousy and desperation and the ever present syrupy melancholy are a poor bonding agent. Who would entertain something less than human. Why let the monster in. He entombs himself in sheets to avoid her. Cocooned and held in a way she could never be. He sleeps.

Moonlight guides her to her fortification. Back. Home? Rough hewn fur that leans into her hand. Belonging despite the chasm between them. Warmth. Skin deep, but warmth all the same. The warmth leaves. Curls up. Sleeps. How could a monster ever perform such a painfully human act? Even without the- wait. he sleeps he sleeps he slee

He sleeps?

[transparent-frog]

EVIL lyle who wants NOTHING to do with sam and HATES photography 😈😈😈💥💥💥💥💥⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[child-of-helios]

Guys I really need some advice rn So in my Greek and Latin class I sit next to this dude, let's call him M, and I have been told by practically all of the guys in my class that he has a crush on me and that he... how do I say this? He finds me sexy. And honestly? I don't know how I feel about this. Cause he's nice and nerdy (definitely my type) and I'm pretty insecure about my body so having someone who thinks I'm pretty makes me feel good, but on the other hand I don't have romantic feelings for him at all and I feel awful leading him on (though I haven't really done anything). Also, I tend to feel pretty uncomfortable when someone comments on my body so its a conflicting feeling of 'happy cuz praised' and 'uncomfy cuz..' yk why. Another thing is that I've had a crush on another guy, D, but I have no clue how he feels about me, and the thought of having to reject a guy and then ask another guy out in a very close time-frame stresses me out. I really do care about him, I just feel conflicted because M is genuinely a good dude and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and I'm scared of rejection from D. Help???? @staaapler @euryvices @poppitron360 help me guys I am so stressed rn Holy shit I'm in a love triangle

[brenna]

this weekend we gotta honor those who *looks at smudged writing on hand* served cunt

[somerunner]

what is a waspsinyouryard?

Regarding this post just a few posts down my timeline: @waspsinyouryard is a mutual of mine who reblogged the original post in that screenshot.

With a few mutuals, I put "#username #type post" in the tags, and since they're tag-trawlers they usually find the posts. Instead of "#username type post" though, I split it, so they can trawl all "#type post" tags, and also for events such as this one -- where it was not a mutual-type-post, but simply me quietly tagging a mutual.

And now I'm loud-tagging because why not.

[chestersbraincell]

No talent/intellect just a kid who got called stupid and unlovable one too many times until a point where being told “wow you’re so smart!” became a high to chase

[ghost-hours]

So Betty's post has OPs dated to Dec 19, 2018. As does the person they reblogged from

But the actual OG post is from June 18, 2015. Whatever fuckery happened, it happened before the second person

bi women dating men are no longer bisexual. they are, by virtue of their partnership, automatically straight

also, single people are all aro. fact. and you’d better be having sex the exact moment you read this or guess what? asexual

better not call yourself a writer if you’re not writing right this second. are you a dancer? better not sit down, or you won’t be a dancer anymore

that’s how this works right

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[e-the-village-cryptid]

my brain has decided succession, severance, and leverage are all the same show and i still have no idea what any of succeverage is about

[heterochromicnachos]

I’m the victim of lazy worldbuilding.

My middle name is the same middle name as my grandmas.

No, that’s not a typo, both of my grandmas have the same middle name.

And my grandmas both have the same first name.

And my grandmas were the ones who (and my grandpas I guess but they’re not important to this story I love you grandpa) set up my mom and dad. They’ve been married almost as long as I’ve been alive.

This is the laziest worldbuilding I’ve ever seen.

“What do we name the protagonist’s grandmas?”

“First name middle name.”

“They’re named the same thing?”

“Oh. No, the last names are different, they’re not from the same family, that’d be gross.”

“But they have the same first name and middle names?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“I just, doesn’t that seem… lazy?”

“Nah, no one will notice.”

[dc-posting]

Jason who is still hesitant to spend any of Bruce’s money until…

Bruce: Hey, what’s this charge on my card? $1000 for… Robux? Is that like cryptocurrency?

Jason: Uh. I wanted VIP in ‘Dress to Impress’ and then I realised I could customise my avatar and then I wanted to buy items in-game and-

Bruce: Oh, so it’s like a video game thing? And not crypto? That’s fine then.

Dick, a Runway Diva in DTI: You play fucking Roblox? Lame.

Jason: Yeah? You would too if you had any joy or whimsy in your heart.

Tim, has been spending hundreds on Roblox using Bruce’s card for months, knows Bruce knows what Roblox is: Oh, Roblox! I’ve heard of that, it’s like… minecraft but mini games, right?

Jason, eye twitching: Something like that.

Damian, has also spent hundreds of Bruce’s dollars on Robux recently: It sounds like a frivolous investment. But whatever makes you happy, Todd.

Duke: Wait… I am not using my free will and rich adults to my advantage. I’ve been doing free to play shit this whole time. Bruce, give me your card.

Bruce, bewildered but supportive: O-okay?

Steph, who has been using Tim’s money (which is Bruce’s money) for Robux: Hey, I also want your card. (She does not intend to buy Robux. God knows what she will purchase. I support her.)

[rambling-robot]

crazy that gravity falls was like, hey what if we made twin brothers, and one of them is the worse one. he gets bad grades, he likes to punch his problems, everyone thinks of him as “the other one.” he’s engulfed in a shadow that’s shaped like him. he doesn’t even have his own name—it’s derived of his brother’s name, the only one his parents planned on having and using. everything about him is derivative—imitative of another person (his twin brother) (the one everyone likes and wants) and is disapproved of for that reason (he isn’t just “bad at this thing,” he’s “not as good as his brother”). and then he ruins his brother’s science fair project (the one next to his own—no one noticed it because it’s not good, it’s almost stupid next to a “perpetual motion machine” made by a high schooler) (he tried to fix it) (he doesn’t know how; he’s not as smart as the guy who made it) and he gets kicked out. the potential of the money his twin could’ve made is enough to throw him onto the street, and he can’t go home until he makes that money back (the money that was never gained and therefore was never lost. he never had a chance of making enough). he took every job he could (his brother went to school). he got banned from multiple states (his brother bought a house). he traveled internationally and went to prison and had people try to hunt him down and kill him because he couldn’t make enough money (his brother’s house has three basements. he made them himself, as secure as can be). and when his twin finally summons him for help, things go wrong (he messed up this machine like the last one) (he doesn’t know how to fix it. he isn’t as smart as the guy who made it) (he tries to fix it) (he was never any good at reading and these blueprints are impossible, coded and fragmented and in a science that he didn’t know existed) (he tries to fix it). the townspeople ask who he is, and he doesn’t even say his own name (it was hardly his to begin with). and he invites them to a house that isn’t his to show off experiments that aren’t his because he needs to make money that can’t be his. everything he does for the next 30 years is in his twin’s name, for his twin’s sake. he had two funerals for himself and it isn’t even his body in the casket; he had to wear his brother’s name to both of them. if he had died before he fixed the portal, that funeral wouldn’t have been for him. we meet him as a funny and unique character, but in-universe, he’s only ever been defined by someone else.

and then they went, this is entirely in the background btw. most of that is going to be revealed in one episode and won’t be addressed again. he’s a primary comic relief, even. I’m ill about this.

[choco-bite]

backshots in front of a mirror, asking "who's that pretty girl" while I make you watch 🫠

[tubapun]

I try to microwave Mickey Mouse to make a statement on corporate greed but I accidentally grabbed the Kingdom Hearts version of him out of my unethically small Cage of Mickeys and now he's flipping around dodging the beams like Yoda fucked an ant

[1percentcharge]

i have a random issue with a handful of pre-srar fall out boy songs where I LOVE the the start of the song or just generally everything but the chorus, but the chorus itself i find kind of underwhelming (eg: ilalwtwiattgyo, ttotbo, igatrimeanomf, cfmrfrpfmsr, gblogbd(dyptstsasgts)