#I... Don't Know What This Is

[how-to-train-your-pomni]

Such a Stereotypical Idea, But the Idea of the Canon Cast (Mainly Jax) Reacting to Partially Abstracted Pomni Scratches My Brain and Eases My Anxiety in a Lovely Way

(All characters with the exception of PA!Pomni are gonna be "Canon" versions because I'm too tired to do the back-and-forth of saying which version is which; PA!Pomni is Pom-Pom because I love Jax’s nickname for her, it's so deceptively innocent)

Gangle: Wait, are we... back in the Tent?

Kinger: Looks like it... wait, are we in the Tent?

Pomni: Maybe Caine made a mistake?

Jax: Doubt it. He makes up these adventures with near exact perfection. Maniac's weird like that.

Zooble: Yet again, I wonder why I was forced to come on this adventure.

Ragatha: Maybe Caine wanted to surprise us?

Zooble: With what? Situational irony?

Jax: Heheh, wouldn't surprise me.

Gangle: Hey, guys? Whose room is this?

Everyone Else: *Looks Around*

Ragatha: I didn't even realize we were in someone's room.

Kinger: It looks like Pomni’s.

Jax: Why do you know what Pomni’s room looks like?

Kinger: We like to have sleepovers. The company is calming.

Jax, mischievously: Duly noted.

Pomni: *Groans* Can we all get out of my room now? Finding Caine and figuring out what he's doing sounds better than talking about my night life.

Zooble, muttering: "Night life"?

-The Group Exits the Room and Closes the Door-

Pomni: Alright, now let's-

Gangle, shakily: Uh... P-Pomni?

Pomni: Yes, Gangle?

Gangle: *Points at Pomni’s Door, Which Has One Red Line Crossed Over Her Picture* I-it has half an 'X'?

Kinger: Huh, I've never seen that before. What do you think-

Pom-Pom: *Screeches and Chases a Gloink Towards the Group*

Jax: HOLY S[!%$&]!

Zooble: WHAT THE F[!^$%] IS THAT?!

Gangle and Pomni: *Scream in Terror*

Ragatha and Kinger: *Freeze and Stare With Fear*

Pom-Pom: *Leaps Around Trying to Catch the Gloink Until She Notices Jax*

Pom-Pom's Collar: Well, it's a little early, but Caine shouldn't mind me having an early dinner.

Jax: Uh... what?

Pom-Pom's Collar: Now, how should I eat you this time? Rabbit tastes wonderful seared, but this time I think I want mine rare...

Zooble, to Jax: Don't take it too seriously, but I think you should run.

Jax: Already on it. *Rushes Off and Leaves a Cartoonish Cloud Shaped Like Himself*

Pom-Pom's Collar: Hmm, oh well. It's always fun to chase!

[yujeong]

Pete is drifting.

His chest barely moves as he's laying on the bed. He doesn't blink. His eyesight blurs at the edges, then all at once before it clears again. He doesn't feel hot or cold, his body a detached thing from the rest of him, whatever that may be.

It's nice, or whatever the opposite of nice is. Maybe. He doesn't know.

Sound becomes distorted. Cars driving outside, water running from the sink, a faint murmur from somewhere far away or right next to him, he can't tell.

It doesn't bother him. Nothing does.

His focus is wavering. He wants to close his eyes, but it'd probably make everything worse. A part of him doesn't care.

There are things expected of him to say, to do. He can't right now, so he stays still and he doesn't blink and he stares at the ceiling with the hope that he'll be able to soon.

Vegas' fingers gently cup his cheek. He moves Pete's head to face his, a red and hollow sight that steals Pete's shallow breath away.

"I'm sorry," Vegas says. His voice breaks. His voice always breaks when he has to say those words.

Pete hums. He pretends the tears that fall from his eyes don't exist.

[saraminia]

I woke up suddenly one morning

And watched you crumble and turn into glitter

In front of my eyes

I cried for my loss and tried to close my eyes

But my eyelids were glass and I was forced to face the day

I was fragile like glass

I broke my fingers off one by one

Just to see how it felt

It felt like nothing

And now I'm shattered and scattered all over the floor

Pieces of me in between pieces of you

Fragments of what never was

I touched you and my hand still burns

With unfulfilled desire

Your eyes etched into my memory

And your lips curved into a smile

Reminding me

You never were mine to lose

And still I miss you

In this stillness

And my hand still burns

All I want is to know your body

And to feel it respond

To my touch, my hands, my mouth, my love

My taste, my pleasure

How heavy your hand would lay upon me

How heavy you'd bring it down on my burning skin

How strong your grip at the back of my head

Strands of my hair wound tightly around your beautiful fingers

And those beautiful fingers

Wrapped around my neck

Holding me down

As I burned for you

Aching for a taste of you

Bittersweet on my tongue

Lover, my lover

I chant your name into the stillness of the night

My love, my love, my love

Like a spell or a prayer I repeat it

In this stillness

Long nights and days alone

These dreams become my escape

I grow to resent the morning

The waking up and making peace with the stillness

And the glitter on my floor

While my heart keeps racing

Chasing your memory

And it gets blurry

Every day it gets a little more blurry

Dreams replacing what memory has lost

Until one day no part of you will be remembered

But imagined

And still I burn

For you

My dream lover

– R.K.–

[j-tee]

SHAPE HELL

Yup.

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[fox-bright]

I am never going to be able to leave Reddit.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,

[captainbee66]

I miss the era of the internet where everyone had an evil alter ego/character that would show up on their channel, just to be silly, that eventually got a lot of lore from the fandom for no reason. It was a simpler time.

[chiisanajimi]

been feeling really normal about sonic lately

[roz-ani]

IS THIS YAOI DOOMED ENOUGH FOR YOU?! IS THIS WHAT YOU PEOPLE WANTED?! 😭

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Guy who has wandered through the halls and corridors of your body not with any special kind of love but with the untold intimacy of a contractor assessing the damages and potentials voice: right, so the main issue here is that the body is currently a temple, okay, and what we want is for it to be a home, cause temples are pretty and all and occasionally nice to be in if you're into that sort of thing but very few people would actually want to live in one. So what we're gonna do first is you're gonna take a look at what's here, the carrying walls and windows and all that, and you're going to come up with something you'd actually like to be alive inside of, and it's going to be a lot of work and it's going to feel strange and stupid and embarrassing but you're still gonna do it, because otherwise this construction site is fucked. And maybe what you want to live in is a skatepark or an anime-themed cat cafe or an esoteric library that has a dildo section for some reason, so it might feel like it's a downgrade from a temple, but it's actually the opposite cause the main customer for a body is you and the main customer for a temple are templegoers and maybe higher powers of some kind, - i wouldn't know about those, they never hired me, - not the temple itself, which is what you are, right, cause the body/mind/soul separation doesn't actually do anything, so what you're gonna do is look at the current layout and dig out whatever hope and ability to want you have and come up with a blueprint, and then my boys can actually get to work. Oh, and you have got to change the windows, it's drafty as fuck in here.

[pigswithwings]

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now