#I apologize!

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PLEASE WHAT ARE ELLIE’S THOUGHTS IN THE AFTERMATH OF VERA BEING AGGRESSIVELY POKED WITH SCISSORS

ellie was the first to rush to vera and push sai away! she was fully prepared for a fight but sai didn’t do anything and just stood there. ellie was also the one who took vera to get help!

ellie was almost always at vera’s side while she was healing. she would try to help as much as she could, but her advice was not always great. for example she’d say things like, try not to cry about it so others won’t hear her be so vulnerable.

she’d be more confrontational?? to sai in a way. i mean that in the way that she’d be more prone to starting arguments or making rude comments. but more often than not, she ignores him.

she also actively avoids khoi and makes vera avoid him as well.

here are her thoughts under the cut, told in her pov! this might sound a bit biased so, don’t really take any of this as solid fact.

Sai’s stupid. He’s so stupid for doing that. What even goes through someone’s head to do such a thing?

They’re an obsessive little weirdo, and that’s obvious! It’s shocking how they haven’t been removed from our class. They don’t even look like they like performing. What’s the point of having them here if they only ever cause trouble?

And he’s violent. Always in fights, always hurting himself (on purpose! What a freak!) and half the time, he’s being isolated!

I knew Khoi should stay away from Sai. But he doesn’t listen, and look what happened now! Vera could’ve died! She was attacked for no reason! I’m proud of her for fighting back, but now… I don’t think she’s doing so well.

She keeps telling me that she’s okay. And I’m worried, but I think it’s good that she’s not really showing how she feels to me. Though I wish she did. Is that selfish? The aliens won’t think of her as weak, at least.

I hope Sai’s punishment is long and awful.

[asheanon]

I'm not sure I'm doing this right, but this is for the ask box writing prompt!

Mina and Branson walking in a park. Can be an AU or not as long as it has a park!

(That'll do just fine! You're doing it right.) 💕

From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game

📖 It's Story Time... And some tunes to accompany, if you like!

Spring was just making its way out the door as summer stepped in, lush greenery in tow. All was now warm and verdant within this temperate landscape. Cumulus puffs that dare stray before the sun were framed in ivory light, pleasantly picturesque, putting on quite the display for those who stopped to look. It was as if the pearly gates themselves lie in wait somewhere beyond them, really.

The sky had no right to be that beautiful for such a simple story! Alas, it was a beautiful day. And a perfect one to spend in a local park.

Walking hand in hand with a clement breeze were the strums of an acoustic guitar. Though gentle, its rustic sound gave life to the world around it and its owner just a small measure more (pun intended.) The tranquility was cut short by a sudden shriek, however.

Lifting his head in bewilderment, the very large and very rat (yes, very rat) gent glanced about him.

"Branson!"

The familiarly petite voice of a very small and very newt lady soon called out his name. As she ran up to him, her webbed feet slapped the pavement with the same eloquence of a duck frantically scuttling away from a pursuer.

"Branson, you have to come see the ducks."

Speaking of ducks... He sighed to himself. Thankfully, Mina wasn't hurt or anything. Or hurt too badly, rather... he took note of how she spared a moment to examine one of her hands, shaking it out briefly as she let out a small grunt.

"You were bitten."

"It was a for a good cause!" She retorted, sunny demeanor still shining ever brightly (despite now bearing what looked to be a nicely pinched bit of finger.) "C'mon.~"

Briefly, he scrutinized her before lifting himself up from the bench he sat upon, guitar in hand. He carefully packed the instrument away, reclaiming it once it was in the safety of its case. Seemed it would be joining him for even more unseen adventures today. For but a moment, he wondered what new stories the two would have to tell later on as he accompanied his little newt friend to... wherever it was they were going.

Mina sped ahead, her sense of urgency undeniable. Branson upgraded what was more of a lax gait to that of a light jog, still ever mindful of the guitar he carried with him. It felt as if he managed but a handful of steps all before coming to a stop once more as Mina let out a gasp.

"Look! There they are!" She giggled to herself before glancing back at her giant rat man companion, ushering him over (for what felt to be the fifth time, at least.) She was like a child on Christmas morning. Completely and utterly enchanted by the site before her. Branson closed the remaining distance between them, joining her side as he followed her line of site.

Lo and behold, there was indeed a duck. A brown speckled duck and... seven mottled ducklings, tiny as could be, waddling behind her. Shuffling out of some nearby bushes, the family of fowl crossed their path. They seemed to be set on making their way to the lake, which, notably, was still some ways away.

"Let's follow them.~"

"Mina..." One didn't even need to look at Branson to see him rolling his eyes. You could practically hear him doing it.

"I just saved that little one right there!" She attempted to point out one of the babies amidst the group. "The mama didn't understand, but... that's okay!"

Branson couldn't distinguish exactly which one she was referring to, but he'd take her word for it. Her little duck-bitten finger was a mark of pride for whatever heroic acts she had committed today on their behalf. That was enough confirmation for him.

"I have to see to it that they make it to the lake, okay? I'm too emotionally invested not to, now."

To be honest, she would have been "too emotionally invested" even if she hadn't saved that duckling, but true to his form, he kept quiet on the matter. Instead, he let out another sigh. He took up a leisurely stride as he trailed after the last few stragglers in the party of eight.

"Let's go."

Needless to say, at Branson's insistence, the sparkle in Mina's eyes was reborn. Beaming, she joined him in an instant. Party of ten, incoming...

And so began their monumental duck "escort." Which merely consisted of walking with ducks. That was it, really. If anyone would have asked Bran where he saw himself within the next few hours this morning, "walking with ducks" would not have been his first answer, much less his second. Or third.

One may be tempted to think Mina's enthusiasm often teetered along the lines of unreasonable over such matters, but... that was Mina for you! She saw the world through such a genial light compared to someone like Branson. Precious and cordial. It was a light worth protecting and even indulging on little outings such as these.

... Those ducklings were pretty darn cute, though, to be fair.

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[astronnova]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[tododeku-or-bust]

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

[agnesandhilda]

shoutout to the woman from my high school martial arts class who liked to get me in joint locks and then joke about how I was easy to catch. you cannot comprehend how psychosexually formative that was for me

[getrope1]

You cant make this shit up

[virtualplushy]

being traumatized is so embarrassing sometimes like oooogh my mom was mean to me when i was little so now i want to eviscerate myself anytime i think i’ve done something wrong. fuck you

[beaft]

i went to get my t-shot yesterday and it took me an hour and a half to get to the clinic and as soon as i got on the bed the nurse dropped my t-shot and it broke and now they're trying to make me pay for the replacement. i think the fuck not lmao

[hyperrbole]

Hi <3

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[tadpole-art]

Little turtle duck :)

[dr-rato]

THE FEELS Inspired by this scene in the Journal, which has not left my mind since i first read it:

Specifically, this part!

[razcascade]

big fan of grian's threatening aura this session

[versicolour]

just a kind reminder to please be kind to the people you know with gastrointestinal disorders/conditions! they're embarassing, often very painful - sometimes debilitating - and very hard to talk about without oversharing a lot more than most are comfortable with.

if someone you know:

- spends a lot/long time in the restroom

- has a colostomy bag

- requires diapers or similar implements

- experiences a lot of gas and/or bloating

- requires tube feeding or other alternative methods of nutrition

- has food restrictions (e.g. cannot handle a lot of spices, certain proteins, etc.)

- eats a lot, or only a little

or other similar factors of their life...

please be patient and understanding, it's hard having guts that really like disagreeing with you!

[soaked-doors]

happy birthday zoro 🎉🍾