#HAHA me neither

[queeraang]

who else up accidentally processing their trauma through fiction?

[wehaveallgotknives]

y’all ever get an email that makes you want to tear your boss limb from limb and run in to the hills and scream io! io! to any god that will hear you

[milo-is-rambling]

My nails are grown out again. I feel like I just cut them. June melts into July which melts into August and September. You’ll be dead again soon enough. Just in time for a haunting. Halloween to Thanksgiving to ghosts of Christmas past. New year same ghosts around the corner same monsters under the bed same skeletons in my closet. It’s hard to think of you as anything other than dead. There will be a day where I have lived more without you in my life than I have with you in my life and that thought seems oddly comforting. I make myself sick. I miss my father but do not fear the memories leaving me. My children will ask me why I’m crying on Father’s Day and I’ll have no way to explain the guilt. I feel it in the soles of my feet. Every step I take is leading me further away from who I was then. Leading me to who I will be. Will you be a haunting? a memory? Will I make it to 36? Is this even worth writing about? I guess only time will tell. I’m welcoming July with open arms and trying my best to remember you as alive.

[nonbinarymarygoore]

You ever fall into despair and start reading Dune

[olive-garden-hoe]

Oh well, engineering is hard but not impossible, I’ll be oka-

*dreams in linear algebra*

[jvlianbashir]

"haha these alpha trad men really just have dom/sub kinks!" i know misogyny isn't real to a lot of you guys but did you know that some people just actually do genuinely think women are inferior creatures

[loreofthejungle]

Ever see a "X character is bi" post and have to be torn away from your phone before you post something like: "As a member of the bi council, we regrettably like to inform you that your application has been declined?"

[losername02]

Repostober: Day 9

[vices-of-a-feral-prince]

I love the colorful ones 🩵

[detectivebambam]

hey btw Wymack recruiting people no one else bothers to look at also means recruiting the two incredibly good players who are considered "too short".

fyi.

YOU CAN ONLY PUT 30 TAGS???

[tommytomatoe]

in this fandom, david shaw has two partners:

(thefablefox.art’s angel icon!)

[libraryleopard]

apparently hollywood studios are trying to recreate the barbenheimer phenomenon by having gladiator and wicked release on the same day but what i’m more interested in is the fact that nosferatu dir. robert eggers and babygirl dir. halina reijn have the same release date. catch me rolling up to the theater on december 25 for a dose of babyferatu…

[veinsfullofstars]

🎵 MetaDede Week 2024 Day 4: Music 🎵

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Meta Knight and King Dedede dressed in their outfits for the Kirby 25th Anniversary Orchestra Concert. The knight hovers at the top left playing the violin, his cape flared around him and his eyes shut in serene concentration behind his mask. The king hovers beside him at the bottom right playing the cello, laughing in determined delight. Music notes dance around them in soft pastels and sparkles, a treble clef floating near MK, a bass clef near DDD. END ID.)

Previous Day | Next Days | Prompt List (made by @/mtddweek)

Started 08/17/24, finished 08/18/24.

[discount-kirishima]

yo, satoru!

[sunclown]

BLINK AND YOU MISS IT

[feroluce]

“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.

Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.” 

“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.

Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.

He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-

Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”

“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”

The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.” 

He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”

Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.

“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.

“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.

“It's my people's word for a grave.”

Dan Heng's pencil stops.

“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.

“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.

“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”

Dan Heng swallows.

Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.

If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?

He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.

And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…

But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.

“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.

Not today. But.

Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.

Maybe someday.