#IT'S 6 AM

[bbyboyev]

look at this dumbass, i love him sm. HES LOOKING AT PETER IM GONNA SHOOT MYSELF.

TONY STARK in SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING (2017)

[rubydubsnuby]

Miitopia Charlie :]

[valka-arialitan]

My Shepard sucks at biotics. In many ways.

BUUUT I recently re-played that one mission on Illium where you get exposed to Minagen X3 ((thanks @mallaidhsomo for reminding me of its name)) and thought I could make something out of it.

Quick recap for those who don't know what it is ; it's an illegal chemical that boosts biotics, but a large quantity can be lethal to the user.

[wyrdle]

wish there was fic of Simon dealing with PTSD after all the events he's gone through post finale. Eg. him still being uncomfortable with ice, maybe things that remind him of the apocalypse, nightmares of the mushroom bomb falling and killing everything, etc. symptoms.

In particular it'd be interesting how despite the 900+ Year gap between now and during the apocalypse survival time, Simon's got an almost fresh mental scar of it, assuming his memories of ice king are mostly impressionistic. Marceline is years ahead with sorting this stuff, and she was also shielded by a lot of things during the worst of the apocalypse.

Like: What kind of sacrifices did Simon make, small and big, to survive? Obviously involving Marceline in his post-finale healing journey is critical, and I imagine it'd be heartbreaking for her to find out how close Simon was to killing himself/putting on the crown, plus any of his other traumas from back then.

Simon has so much baggage, it'd be great if more than just the loss of Betty was explored. He's... quite tortured, and I really feel the grief for Betty has overshadowed everything else the man has gone through. (Which is understandable, but So Much just happened to him, beyond both their control)

He misses his old life, that includes all the other family and friends he once had that died/mutated into Oozers etc., and that grief is technically fresh because of aforementioned circumstances, as well as the fact that survival during the apocalypse meant grieving properly was impossible.

Maybe I'm just a little salty the show glossed over or minimised his experiences haha. That post-apocalypse survival instinct, trauma etc.... it'd be heartbreaking to see it manifest in his present day, making it even harder to fit in.

[starmocha]

my tablet alarm woke me, and when i attempted to unlock it, it kept refusing my password to the point of “permanently locking” so i was forced to do a factory reset

now basically everything in my tablet and the sd card were wiped clean

i haven’t backed anything in the last 3 months, so 3 months worth of stuff are gone

[pigeonstab]

Have some gradient sans

Also i gave him cat paw socks, just because

[shadowbends]

But if he were awake? If they could talk and laugh like normal? April was right. He didn’t need a fancy mystic bond—he just needed Leo as he always was, happy and whole, and cracking enough stupid jokes to make the whole family groan. Maybe when that happened, the invasion would finally feel over.

The aftermath. Draxum is very tired. Mikey is very tired for entirely different reasons, and Draxum's going to hear about them.

(Hello, friends! It's been a while, but I'm happy to say this is the final chapter! Thank you so much for reading, and Happy New Year to you all. |D)

[yogurrrttt]

i love whenever john shows up and he marstons all over the place

[miyaheestar]

i feel like im the boring friend haha my ideas isn't that great anymore to people eyes so they dont find the appeal to be interested in me

[masterj]

[acatnamedpotato]

I think children would be a lot more interesting if you could use them in irl pokebattle's

[inboardgibbon]

god this is

so hard

oughh

[no0t2]

I need a vr game that let's you pet critters you normally cannot pet. like sharks.

or uhhm just critters in general!! i don't go out a lot (due to reasons) and cannot pet pettable critters!! i have a cat but sniffle, I require to pet shark.

orr or... a fox or smth, idk! just critter.

[drakonovisny]

i need to go to sleep

[discursivetacenda]

It's been 2 weeks since I said goodbye to my mother. This woman who made me who I am, both in how I communicate with the world and how broken I am with understanding boundaries.

I don't cry about this enough. I don't know if I can.

It's been 3 weeks since she sent me a message that sounded like she was dying -- that sense of dread and despair that heart attacks have? And I don't know who else she told but I think I knew then that she wasn't going to survive long. That anxious ball in my gut that said the luck we had since 2005 was at an end. You can only almost die and recover so many times before you finally lose the recovery.

The tracheotomy. The swine flu. The Stevens-Johnson. The broken leg. The multiple bouts of covid.

I felt like a vulture, picking over things in the house. Collecting clothes and jewelry and deciding who keeps what. I don't really know what to do with myself much anymore. Not with the promise of finishing this latest blanket for her by spring (when she didn't make it to spring). Not with no job on the horizon (and she was the one sending me money to keep me afloat). Not with my father at loose ends because they were together for 43 years (and he was only 17 when they married). Not with knowing that our relationship was simultaneously loving and incredibly abusive (financial control, guilt and parentifying, lies and fear-mongering).

I feel numb and distantly sad when I realize a hole in my routine.

She asked me to write her a poem before she died. And I did as she asked, even though I haven't written poetry in years for a number of reasons. My dad put it with some pictures he had and shared it out the day she was taken off the respirator. At least a part of me is glad I wrote it and she heard it before she died. Too many unfinished things, too many things I wish we'd known sooner.

My mother died 2 weeks ago and the world marches on.

[kingofmeatballs]

Man i don't even know anymore

*squeaky toy noise*