#Lee rants

[chaoskreeves]

I can't believe oceangate doesn't know that you can go to a titanic museum for CHEAPER than a graveyard tour right? Like a museum built in the shape of the titantic with lots of recreated items and portions of the ship right?

[ghostlychief]

My girl Rin

[autisticlee]

"good people are out there you just need to get out and find them"

cool thanks. but i'm too tired to keep ~going out and looking for them~ i'm too tired to keep trying, using up all my energy, getting super overwhelmed and burnt out after just a couple weeks of trying as hard as I can, met with other people barely trying back or not being very responsive, and needing to recover from it for a year or more each time because it overwhelms and burns me out so bad. I get nowhere no matter how hard I try, all i get is uselesss advice from people i try to befriend who dont want the responsibility of friending me. i'm tired of trying beyond my limits and causing more issues for myself. or dealing with issues I get from meeting the "wrong" people. if the "right" people exist, why can't they find me? why does it have to be only my job? i'm too tired and overwhelmed and burnt out to do it!!!!! the right people will just easily help and be there for me right? so I guess i just have to keep waiting for them for all eternity????? i'm tired of waiting. give me more than "just wait/keep trying/don't give up" because those instructions unclear and my useless attempts are very discouraging and exhausting and i'm so overwhelmed that i'm losing the ability to even socialize at a minimum at all now!!!!

if humans are meant to be social creatures and we require positive interactions with each other to stay healthy, then why do humans ostracize their own? why do some of us struggle so much and are denied any help and instead blamed? why can't I be given advice on how to live a lonely life without anyone else by my side instead of being told "one day! keep trying! you need people because it's essential to being human!" even though i've been waiting for "one day" for 25 years and could wait 25 more, or even longer? I don't know what i'm doing wrong or how to improve it so waiting is all I have. what if I wait forever?

[fat-psychward-sockgrippussy333]

It's wash day. Y'all pray for me🤣

[leeleebear]

Kinda wanna do those ask blogs thingies but on this blog where u can just ask the three cabs about stuff and I either respond to it and/or draw it out with the tag #Three Cabs Ask Blog or something.

Idk im just thinking y im si tired rn but its on my mind, i would love to just doodle requestd and stuff it seems fun

[alchemiclee]

I really hate when people say this. if I dont record, I cant "enjoy it in the moment" because I dissociate out of my damn mind and then have no memory of it! recording helps ground me and keep me focused in the moment! let me do what I need to in order to enjoy things you soggy potato 😭

plus, as a photographer/aspiring videographer who hasn't had the luck to become friends with bands and work with them, IM DOING A THING I ENJOY AS WELL, SO SHUT UP LMAO. I enjoy doing video and photos MORE than standing in a crowded, overwhelming room watching people do stuff on a stage. THATS LIYERALLY ME LIVING IN THE MOMENT DOING A THING I ENJOY!!!!! WHY IS THAT WRONG?!

[contributingtothechaos]

Halfway through tech week for my school's production of "Once Upon A Matress" and oh my fuck I'm exhausted. If you are an actor, amateur or professionally (though I'd hope professionals wouldn't need this remember), for the love of all the gods listen to your fucking stage managers. Now it may just be because my production is full of a bunch of dumbass high schoolers but they will not listen to a word I say. I promise just because I'm crew doesn't mean I'm less important than you, I'm much more likely to know where your props are than cast please just ask me.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Netflix needs to come off it and get over themselves at this point. Why the f**k does Bridgerton season 3 need to be dropped in 2 parts? What is the fu**ing purpose?

It is 8 fu**ing episodes. That is not part 1 and part 2 worthy. You can't stretch 8 episodes to need a part 1 and a part 2. 8 episodes barely qualifies as a season nowadays anyway!

They really are trying to capitalize as much as they can for their shitty service that they are steadily making even more shitty with questionable 1-2 seasons cancellations and behind the scenes decisions. 📢(I will share passwords if I fu**ing want to don't tell me what to do!)

I am so close🤏🏽 to relying solely on ill***l sites and options for all my watching needs.

📢Keep testing me Netflix!

[leemotionalwreck]

showing up for a split second to bitch about my life on main

[cr1t1cal-darl1ng]

does anyone ever feel like they're not allowed to express their enjoyment of something because it's all dependant on what the people around you think so if someone says they don't like something you also don't like that thing.

like i cannot talk about aspects of things that i really like because i can't tell if its something everyone does or if its something really unique.

[jinleebelee]

THIS IS FUCKIN FAIR FUCKIN MY FRIEND POCKET WROTE A FIC TODAY RIGHT CHAPTER 18 AND IT WAS JUST JUST FUCKIN RGHHHH IT WAS SUPER SUPER SUPER MEEEEEEAANNNNN

AS I SLOWLY READ IT JUST I WAS DYING SLOWLY VERY VERY SLOWLY WKTH THE TEASES AND THE FUCKIN CLAWS AND THE RIB TKS JUST RGHHH I DONT EVEN JNOW IF MY RIBS ARE SENSRIVE BECAUSE OF HOW VIDABLE THEH ARE POKES HURT IT WAS TO BE GENTLE AND I GET WAY TO DAMN FLUSTERED OVER CLAWS ON RIBS BUT I FUCKING

I GOT FUCKIN FLUSTERED ON A SPOT THAT I THINK UM NOT SENSTIVE TOO THE FUCKIN BELLU JUST AGH IVE ONLY BEEN RASBERRIED AND UNFORTUNATELY very very unfortunate I didn't tk BUT THAT MAKES ME SCARED IVE HAD SENSTIVITY EPIOSDEA ON MY STOMACH FROM PHANTOM TKS AND IM JUST ACARED CAUSE IVE NEVER HAD NH BELLU SCITERED WITH FUCKIN FINGERS OR CLAWS JUST RGHH THE STUPID CLAWS ON THE DAMN BELLY ITS NOT FAIR AND IRS ALL POCKETS FAULT MEANIE MEANIE MEANNIEEE

THAT THE FUCKIN OH GOD THE FUCKIN HANDS UP AND DONT COVER YOUR FACE OR THIS SPOT WILL BE WRECKED I NEWRLY DIIIIIIED FUCKIN RGH ITS NOT FAIR THIS HAS TO BE POCKETS MOST FLUSYERING FUXKIN FIC-

BJT WHAT REALLY REALLY GOT ME WAS NEWR TBE END

THAT SON OF A FLIPPEN SHE PUT EAR TKS

EAR FUCKIM TKS WILL THE CLAWS THAT WAS SO SO SO SO MEEEEEANNNNNNN. N

MY EAR FUCKIN SENSTIVE TO WHISPERS AND ON THE OCCASION FEATHERS BUT THE FLIPPEN CLAWW ID PROVAVLY DIEEEEEEEEEEEE JUST RGHHHH

AND NO NEAR TEH FUCKIN END NEAR THE FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKIN END LUGI SAID TO MARIO THAT HE LIKE GENTLE EAR TKS RGHHHH THATS UNFAIRRRRR THEY FLUSTER ME AS IF MY FACE AS BEEN IN THE SUN AND I GOT AUNBURNT (cause im really really pale)JUST UNFAIR UNFAIR UBFAIR

SHES A MEANOE MEANIE MEANIE MEANIE MEANIE MEEANIE FOR THIS

JUST RGH I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE THE MISTAKE OF REVLOGING IT AND COMMENTINF ALL THIS SHIT AND THEN I THOUGH ABOUT LAST TOME THE FUCKIN

SHE GETS DISCORD NOTFCATIONS OF FUCKIN REBLOGS COMMENTS ECT JUST AGH IT ATUPID AND I DONT WANNA BOTHER HER WJTH ALL THIS STUPID NONSENSE

AND FOR THE PEOPLE THAT JNOW POCKET SONT EVEN TJINK OF TELLIN OR SHPWIN HER THIS SHES AEEN ENOUGH OF MY BLOGS AND READ THEN OIT LOUD TO BE A MEANIE AND COOED AND AWED JUST FLIPPEN DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONTTTTT

(Butididenjoyherficalotlikeitllbeoneoftjoseficsillreadthatgetsmeflusteredupwheniwannabeflusteredup)

BUT SONT SAY SHIT IF YOH DO ITS YOUR ASS

[chaoskreeves]

Oh my god, nickelodeon should have had the plug pulled completely, like as in it should not exist anymore

[ghostlychief]

love like ghosts

summary: simon visits you in your dreams

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gen!reader

warnings: angst; death

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You’re falling. Your body is tumbling through the clouds, but the ground seems to be nowhere in sight.

It seems endless, like you will plunge through the sky forevermore, as you spin and flip through the infinite sky. That’s when you hear it. A soft voice, like an angel, cutting through the air.

“You’re alright, sweetheart. Listen to my voice, let it guide you down, down, down.” The voice tapers, and gets softer. It is no louder than a whisper, but you can hear it perfectly, through the wind that whips near your ears.

Right after hearing the voice, you notice your speed slowing down. Now you’re floating, making your way slowly through the clouds, no longer free falling. It’s nice, you think. You close your eyes and enjoy the descent down. To where you were going, you had no idea; but you don’t mind.

You begin to crave the assurance of the voice again.

“I’m right here,” it says in its hushed voice. Almost like it knew that you needed its comfort again, for it to keep guiding you, consoling you. There’s something so familiar about the voice, but you can’t place your finger on it. The deepness, the tenderness of it; you’ve heard it before. You’re sure.

“Why am I falling?” You ask. You’re confused. Why are you here? Where are you going?

“You’re taking a journey to visit an old friend,” the voice replies. “You haven’t seen them in quite some time; they miss you.”

You hear the voice explain what’s going on, but you’re still perturbed. Something’s wrong. There’s now a heaviness surrounding you despite that you’re floating instead of rapidly falling.

“An old friend?” you ask. You can’t think of anyone you haven’t seen in a while. All your friends are healthy and you’ve seen them just the other week. You whip your head around, desperate to find any sign of who is talking to you, but you see nothing. The air around you constricts and darkens as you continue your descent.

There’s still a cloud of ambiguity about what you are doing here; about who you’re supposed to see.

The clouds start to thin out and that’s when you make out the ground. Although it’s not a normal ground, its soft and fluffy, just like the clouds you’ve been falling through.

You gently land on your feet, looking around for your supposed “friend.” You frown. You see no one around you. You are alone.

The heaviness that envelops around you intensifies and your chest starts to ache. It feels like someone is pushing a dagger through your heart. You look down at your chest and see nothing penetrating it, no blood. What is going on?

“Y/n,” you hear. The piercing you felt in your chest immediately subsides.

It’s the voice again, although this time its louder, and seems close to you. Unlike how it was when you were in the sky. The voice from up there felt like a mist surrounding you, everywhere around you. But this, this voice is coming from a specific spot behind you. It’s sharper, clearer.

You turn around and gasp at what, rather who, you see. It’s him. Simon.

When you turn around, he smiles at you, like you are his whole world. His eyes crinkle when his lips upturn, he’s giving you his full smile, the one you loved most dearly. The scar above his lip twitches slightly as he looks at you.

“Simon?” you whisper. You can’t believe he’s standing in front of you. He looks just like your Simon, but there is a haze surrounding him, giving him an ethereal glow. You walk slowly up to him, afraid that if you run, he will disappear into a cloud of mist.

“Hi sweetheart.”

Tears fall down your face while Simon swiftly takes you into his arms. He wraps them around your frame, pulling you tightly into him. He smells familiar, something you’ve longed for. You wrap your hands around his neck, your nose in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you choke out.

“I know baby, I know. I miss you too.” At this, he clenches his arms around you even more, the action causes him to lift you slightly off the cloudy ground.

You continue to cry into his neck, relishing this moment because you sense that it’s not going to last. The heaviness is seeping back into your chest, the point of the dagger teasing your heart.

“Please don’t go. Don’t leave me.” You plead. The mist around you tints grey, threatening to twist black as you bargain.

You look up at him. He smiles gently down at you, bringing up a hand to brush your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“You know I can’t stay,” he repines.

You’re grasping at his hands now; they are resting delicately on your face. His thumbs stroking underneath your eyes, wiping away the constant flow of tears.

“But I love you,” you argue. “Why did you leave me?” You’re sobbing now, still in Simon’s hold.

“No one knows why some people’s time ends before others, but just know, I’m here waiting for you when it’s yours.”

He looks down at you one last time before he says, “I love you so much. I’ll see you soon.” When you look back up at him, he’s fading away into the stormy clouds that surround you. The heaviness in your chest returns, and wraps around your heart, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Simon!” you scream. You repeat his name over and over and keep wailing for him to come back, already missing his warmth. But, no matter how much you scream into the void, he doesn’t return. You start to lose your voice and your throat becomes scratchy. Exhausted, you lie down on the soft ground, deciding that it’s time to rest.

As you close your eyes, you feel the constriction around your chest loosen up, and your breathing slows. The clouds envelop your body, and you gently seep into them, the darkness completely consuming you.

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[autisticlee]

i'm socially burnt out because i've tried talking to at least 100 different people in the past 4 months and haven't succeeded with any of them. but i'm also socially burnt out because my social needs aren't being met since I don't have people I can rely on to meet those needs, so i'm always stuck alone. but I can't make new friends because I keep getting severely burnt out from trying super hard to make them and no one else is putting on the right amount of effort or willing to help. the small talk, one-sided conversation, being the one expected to always reach out first and carry everything, and genuinely not knowing what to do or say is too much for me. so I keep having to give up after a short time of seemingly barely trying. only to jump back in while still burnt out and not knowing what to do, further adding to my "too much socializing" burnout but also my "not enough of the right socializing" burnout. an endless loop I can't fix no matter what i do! 😭

[fat-psychward-sockgrippussy333]

Thinking about those deep backshots you feel on the back of ya tongue 🥴🥴🥴

[peachy-hina]

I giggle everytime I see salty (y’know who stans) in our tag on Twitter, trynna “shade” us… using someone else’s work🤦‍♀️🤣 like babe you couldn’t even do original work to contribute to your month. I swear it’s always the ones who can’t draw doing the most🤭 like babes you’re embarrassing yourself out here, stand up, and go do your own thing. Anyways literally all the work, fics, and art etc for this sh month (and it’s not even done yet AHHH) has filled my soul, it’s all so beautiful.