#AUGH IM SO DONE ALREADY

[thatoneguyiguess]

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

I can't wait until winter break

[seakrisp]

" Said she knows she'll live through it

to get to this moment "

" I will do anything just for you.

Whatever she wants, whatever you want,

I will do anything. I will do anything. "

lyrics from Graceland too by Phoebe bridgers

[despite-everything]

i really pared-down my record collection since i'm moving cross-country, but i'm so emotional about it. i'm moving to new york, so i need to be thoughtful about the small space i'll have, but it's fucking hard! that said, it should only be about $100 to ship the boxes as media mail, so thank god for that. but i culled more than 100 albums in the process...

[b33tlejules]

Hey you. Reading this. Play Honor Bound.

Its like 5 dollars on steam Right Now.

[thekidsarentalright]

this year rly should be the year i get believers never die tattooed on me like ive been wanting since i got into fob huh. bc like. this whole era this whole tour is so. believers never die. the timing has never felt so right

[dandyshucks]

got my welfare application submitted finally, and now i will live in fear for the next two weeks until they phone me for the application interview 🧍‍♂️

so it will continue to be a while before i can be active a lot because im just far too stressed to be interacting w ppl much or making art rn HFDSJKL

[volfoss]

the worst part of doing this analysis is i have all the scripts in front of me. but as a guy who doesnt normally look for scripts, i was kind of struggling to find things outside of the unaired pilot so poked around some threads and. inexplicably theyre all on genius.com. its a nightmare world for ME

[catsrightnow]

The meower

[zeiktreats]

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[un-pearable]

alright i’ve been procrastinating all weekend on the last part of my grad app (statement of purpose) and i have insider knowledge that they’ll be reviewing them march 9th. knuckles give me strength wish me luck in the agony (writing about myself) . ty for your kind words and humoring the app posting lately

[knightlas]

lyla... .. i love y ou.... .

[hazellight11]

FUCK I NEVER GOT SICK BEFORE COLLEGE BUT LAST YEAR I GOT SICK THE WEEKEND OF THANKSGIVING BREAK AND I'M GETTING SICK RN FUCK DORM FLU OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS

[memequeen92]

man every once in a while i reread breaking you apart and get such a visceral urge to rewrite it if only because the first two chapters feel so awkward at certain points and it makes me cringe

but also like. the rest of the story doesn't bug me much, just the two first chapters.

but I also feel like it would be weird to go back and just make big changes to them after all this time??

fuck man, it's so easy to tell I was having a manic episode while writing the first two chapters of that fic...

[autism-corner]

my ears are finally the same size =w=bb

[z0mb13zzbl00d]

'Found' (Leon Kennedy x Reader) Part 1(?)

Content: a bit angsty, gender neutral reader, cop reader, you're slightly older than leon, no use of y/n, re2!leon

Summary: Leon finds you, the only other RPD officer left alive in the station.

Disclaimer: IM A FRESHMAN IN HIGH SCHOOL AND THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SO PLEASE BE NICE 😭😭 also if anyone likes this I'll make a part 2 maybe

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Your hands have been shaking non-stop for God knows how long now. Your flashlight is out of batteries, and your handgun has 2 shots left. The feeling of the weapon in your tight grip is all that's grounding you at the moment. Your back hurts like hell, you must have been crammed in this locker for hours. It's the first place you had thought to hide, you mentally curse yourself. 'At least I'm not being eaten alive' you think. What a horrible way to go....God, it sounded agonizing. You feel your stomach turn with burning guilt. I can not believe I'm upset about my back hurting right now considering the horrific pain the others must have gone through, you think. Im so selfish. You're thrown out of your thoughts in an instant when you hear footsteps. You hold your gun tight, your heart beating fast in your ears.

The footsteps get louder and closer, till they're right in front of the locker. Your hands are shaking so hard your dead flashlight slips from your hand and you feel your blood go cold. It hits the metal floor of the locker with a deafening crash. You feel your knees go weak and your heart sink. This is it. I'm going to die. What was the point? You'd made no impact in the world, but maybe arresting a few drunk people on patrol. Nothing of importance. Not one person will be left to miss you, no boyfriend, no family, no friends...they are probably already dead. And you'd never even had a boyfriend in the first place. I can't die yet, there's so much i haven't done, you think to yourself. The locker opens and you scream and ready your gun, eyes clamping shut with all the force you can muster.

"Augh, jesus-! D-dont shoot!"

You register the words just before you squeeze the trigger! You open your eyes, and standing in front of you is a young, attractive man, looks like he's in his early 20's. You'd never seen him before, but he's in an RPD uniform. You sigh and shakily bring your gun back down to your belt. You clear your throat,

"Sorry, sorry...um, who-" You pause to swallow and take a breath. "who are you? Is it safe out- out there?"

He shakes his head no. He opens his mouth to speak.

"No, sorry...it's not safe."

"Thought so...and you are?"

"Leon, Leon Kennedy. I'm new here." He says with a small smile.

You smile back weakly. "Nice to meet you, Leon...so, uhm, do you know a way out of here?"

He nods! "Yeah, I might. But I'll need some help...I got this notebook, it has some notes from another officer about 3 medallions opening up a door to the parking garage. It seems a little far fetched but I geuss it's worth a try, right?"

You chuckle dryly. "Anything to get out of this hell hole."

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You're searching high and low for the final medallion, but you can't focus on the search. Leon notices.

"Is everything okay? You...aren't bit, are you? Or hurt?"

You turn around.

"Huh? No im okay, its...everything is okay."

He gives an unsure nod then gets back to searching around the room. Your mind is plauged with the memories of your friend's final screams, and desperate pleas for help. There's nothing you could have done, you tell yourself. Nothing you could have done...no, stop thinking about it! Pushing the memories back into your head is all you can do right now. You cant afford a mental breakdown, not now. Not here.

Leon knows what you're thinking, because he's feeling that way too. Maybe not to the same extreme as you, but the memory of that officers death...his legs, or rather the lack of legs...his organs...made Leon feel weak and queasy. If he'd only been quicker, or if he hadn't hesitated. Maybe things would be different for him. He should be getting out with us, but he's not. He'll be here forever, this station is his tomb. Leon hopes that it wont be his too.

You see the look of guilt in his eyes, and you place a hand on his shoulder. You rub his shoulder and give him an empathetic look, a look that speaks louder than words can, as if to say 'i know. it's not your fault.' You let go and continue to search. Leon is touched by the gesture but can't control the warmth spreading in his heart and on his soft cheeks.

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[shitheadphotographer]

“ WANNA KNOW WHAT I DO? I GET PAID TO TAKE PICTURES OF RICH GUYS LIKE YOU, . . .

WHO GO TO SEEDY OUT-OF-THE-WAY MOTELS TO FUCK THEIR SECRETARIES . . . ”

Shit- Alright, what am I supposed to say? Introductions are so boring, just get on with it already. ‘Know what? Fine. The name's Adam. Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, if we're getting into specifics. Freelance photographer. You need some shots? Give me a quick call and a few bucks, and I'm your guy. It's a.. Side hustle. So, uh yeah. Help a dude out, n ring me up.

I should, uh, probably mention this before I get a bunch of questions about it. Yes, I'm that guy in the newspapers. No, I didn't get shagged or whatever, got shot, got left, been there, done that. I don't think of myself as a "victim" though. I don't need your pity. It's.. Whatever, alright? That's all I'm gonna say about it. Cya.

heyyy! this is (obviously) a saw rp blog! before i get into the blog and i start actually roleplaying, here are some hcs that i personally indulge in. ; bisexual adam (he's so beloved to me), communist/marxist adam (he's so dear to me.. augh.), and ftm adam w/ top surgery. yea, that's about it HSAJSSABSB. (i also really really love !specs/david/adam brother hcs. love em.

im open to any and ALL interaction, but i do ask for you to be at least 14+ if you're going to do nsfw interactions with me, since mod happens to be 15-17.

some things about me are; i go by he/she pronouns, and you can call me anything you want to be honest. i go by all names. you can call me adam, or mandy, or koda if you want something specific. im open to all ships, rare pairs, and yeah. thank you for reading <33.