#I am not okay lmao

[flyolai-brainrot]

I have had this fanfic idea rot my brain all week.

TW: for death and grief, (Poe and Ranpo).

Imagine this: Ranpo dies.

And Poe can't cope.

So he begins trying to write Ranpo as a character in all of his books.

So that he can visit the stories and see him again.

But it's not Ranpo, and Poe can tell, he can feel it.

And his previous obsession with Ranpo becomes a new, different, obsessive one.

He begins by researching who Ranpo was when he was alive.

He reads all of his old cases.

He even talks to cops, victims, and more.

He begins visiting the detective agency and interviewing everyone nonstop about Ranpo.

He maybe even tracks down his hometown and his parents.

But no matter what he does, the Ranpo in his novels isn't Ranpo.

And so he chases the idea of creating a perfect Ranpo.

And he writes and he writes and he writes......

But it's never Ranpo.

It's just imitations of him. Shadows. Mimics.

But also....

The better he gets at writing Ranpo, the shorter the novels last.

Cause the faster the Ranpo imitation can solve the murder mysteries.

So the closer he gets to his unattainable goal of replicating Ranpo.

The more he loses him all over again.

[itzr4v3n]

I was looking through murdle 2 until I found the iron tsar's icon SO...

What if...

He was a sad-looking pigeon

With a sad little pigeon face behind all the armor

Whatcha think? >:3

MY LITTLE SAD BOY AAAAUGH

YES.

DO IT

[whisperofthewaves]

I made the terrible mistake of listening to I Want To Live at work during the break and the only positive atm is I don't have to talk to anybody rn and working from home means nobody can see the mess I am currently

[enbyaster]

I miss my boyfriend, it's absolutely CRIMINAL for him to have to move so far away :(

Guh

"I miss my wife, Tails, I miss her a lot, I'll be back"- Eggman (real)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[zivazivc]

I feel like I have some of the most random headcanons. but I am lowkey obsessed with the fact that John Dory is so much older than Branch that he potentially could have dated their friends'/peers' parents, and/or anything else funny and possibly entertaining that the large age difference entails lmaokskssbcdsbcjdh

edit: part two

[lmaowh-at]

Lanns n Starks lineups/costumes sketches that I will probably add other houses to. Tywin and Joff & the rest aren't here because I was lazy and Cerseis dress took all of my energy. Don't ask me about inspiration or historical basis for these

[chalkrub]

saw some mangy dog on the outskirts of town

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[kinnbig]

Jeff Satur | The Paradise of Thorns (วิมานหนาม)

[bubbarnes]

“... for the first time I actually have to wear a suit and tie as Bucky Barnes and every time some stuff would slip out.”

[meamiki]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[lightbulb-warning]

saimatsu week day 3 not on day 3: reunion

they do be sobbing

[malumxsubest]

she draws a delicate hand to her face, repeating what she has done back in her room and massages her temples to soothe a migraine that is beginning to form. gods, kai mentally exhausts her sometimes. his personality can be outright insufferable.

her hand goes still on her face, lilac-red hues pierces through the cracks between her fingers and shoots malakai a withering, dirty, albeit weary, look. she completely loathes the fact they both have the ability to decipher her so well like a properly read tome when she has spent centuries masking.

" well i do hope you've made yourself comfortable dear because you will be remaining there for the remainder of the night for being insufferable. " she sneers, her hand now on her lap once more. lia chooses to observe them both, already fed up with herself for not meeting their gaze.

and there is something akin to worry lingering behind her eyes because they also do not appear any better than her, too. there is an air of tension and listlessness amongst them. as if they are anticipating for something. something she's not quite ready to admit.

she inclines her head politely, feeling pleased that sebastian ( and she presumes kai, too ) deems her home welcoming. but amelia loathes how he speaks to her in such a delicate manner. as if she will shatter like ancient porcelain. it makes her nostrils flare at the audacity because that is what she views it as. the gall...

amelia lets out a dry laugh, shaking her head as a wry smirk carves itself upon her lips, " what i'm feeling at this moment is irritation and exhaustion. you know, to name a couple from the laundry list of emotions that are piling over one another. " her tone holds a venomous bite, words dripping with sarcasm mixed with some semblance of the truth.

she takes a mental note with the way sebastian's attention flickered toward malakai for that split second, and couple that with the way the latter has an indecipherable expression on his face. it makes her narrow her eyes accusatorially.

perhaps she is right with her original thought: this is a mistake...

but, she stays put, brushing those doubtful thoughts to the side while she places both of her hands on the bed behind her and leans back as comfortably as she can, and crosses her right leg over her left knee. it isn't intentional, but the movement sure did reveal more of her thigh.

" since you two are terribly adamant that i've come for something other than chatting, i must get to the heart of the matter here... " she starts, her face scrunching up distastefully like she's going to regret what she's going to say. " i am here for a cuddle. a nice warm body to rest against while i recover. "

she rolls her eyes. ugh, she much rather have the earth swallow her up at this point. it feels embarrassing. unbecoming... foolish.

The throw pillow hits him square in the chest with a dull thud, and Malakai barely reacts. He just tilts his head slightly, gaze flicking from the discarded pillow to Amelia, that same smug smirk never wavering.

“Roadkill under the hot sun?” He clicks his tongue, stretching his arms lazily over the back of the couch, completely unbothered by her sharp words. “Darling, if this is your way of flirting, it’s tragically lacking. You wound me.”

His amber eyes gleam with something too knowing, his smirk deepening as he watches her stalk past him like an offended queen. She can bristle all she wants, throw her little barbs, pretend she’s irritated with him. But she’s here, isn’t she?

That means something.

And he’s not about to let her forget it.

“By all means, talk to Sebastian instead. I’m sure he’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He leans his head back, voice laced with lazy amusement. “You know, if that’s the sort of thing you’re into.”

Sebastian ignores Malakai’s goading. Mostly. He’s long since stopped trying to correct the half-breed’s antics, knowing it’s like trying to discipline the wind. Instead, his focus remains on Amelia—the way she won’t meet his eyes when she says she couldn’t rest, the way her fingers trace soothing patterns over her lap, the way exhaustion clings to her in ways she refuses to admit aloud.

He sighs, watching as she settles at the edge of the bed, still holding herself in that way that makes his chest tighten. She’s holding too much in. Always has.

“Your home is more than accommodating,” he answers evenly, his blue eyes soft but observant, reading everything between the lines. “Though, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more concerned about how you’re faring rather than the furniture arrangements.”

His voice drops slightly, dipping into something quieter, something gentler.

“You’re exhausted, Amelia.” A statement, not a question. His arms cross over his chest, his weight shifting slightly as he watches her carefully. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it.”

He pauses, his gaze flickering briefly to Malakai, who is watching the exchange with an unreadable expression. But when Sebastian turns back to Amelia, his voice steadies.

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you?”

Because no matter how much she might try to play it off, he knows better. Amelia doesn’t just visit for idle conversation.

She’s seeking something. And whether she’ll admit it or not—he’s going to figure out exactly what it is.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[cannibalisticdespair]

So, humanity is at over eight billion people. Time for a bit of statistics education for y'all, because I feel like it.

Okay, take a group that's around 1%. At least officially, it could possibly be higher. So like,

BPD: 1.6% officially

DID: 1.5% officially

Trans: 1.14% officially

Schizophrenia: 1.1%

These are American statistics, but presuming that overall none of these have some sort of strong cultural cause, they should be representative of the norm of humanity. Now, let's get the raw number estimate out of this. What we're going to need to do is multiply 8,000,000,000 by 0.016, 0.015, 0.0114, 0.011 respectively.

128,000,000

120,000,000

91,200,000

88,000,000

So, this a rough estimate for the number of people in each category respectively. Bit bigger than you might assume when you hear "approximately 1%", right? When you hear "approximately 1%", you're liable to think something is super rare. And in proportion, yeah, sure.

But plot twist, I'm discussing misinformation and bad propaganda. Did you know the internet allows disparate groups of small populations to connect and form larger communities than was ever possible offline due to how irl populations are distributed? Now, imagine a community of just 25% of trans people. Using the prior information, you can do this calculation yourself.

Done it? Did you get 22,800,000 people? Good job. If not, the calculation should have been 91,200,000 x 0.25. Now, imagine a community online of 22,800,000 people. That's a pretty damn big community online, right?

And this here shows how false claims of the level of visibility of various groups online being the result of "fakers" and "trenders" is. Those claims rely on your inability to understand that even 1% of humanity is 80,000,000 people. You aren't seeing anywhere close to 80,000,000 different people posting about it. You aren't even seeing 1,000,000 people posting about it. You are seeing a tiny fraction of a tiny fraction of humanity posting about it. Social media just enables that itty bitty bit to find each other and interact.