#These are rules i should follow but i don't because the monkey in my brain crashing pots and pans together while hollering bloody mary

[ooblech]

impulsivity + irrepressible urge to point out everything i notice = "oh man that was actually really mean, i should NOT have said that" every three business days.

[doberbutts]

@corvus--caurinus

Yup! Per my neurologist, before the mid/late 00s the medical community was sort of, uh, unconcerned about so-called "minor" concussions, because the symptoms didn't seem to last longer than a few seconds and thus it was treated as a non-issue. Most parents didn't take their kids to the doctor for them and the few who did were told to let the kid rest for a day and then get back to life as normal.

Then a breakthrough study happened and revealed there is no such thing as a "mild" concussion. All concussions are concussions and all concussions are brain injuries. And all concussions run an exponentially higher risk of increasingly dangerous and life-affecting symptoms as you knock your brain around more and more. And with each subsequent concussion, you run the serious risk of these symptoms becoming permenant brain damage. Turns out, your brain does not actually like to be jumbled around in there, who knew.

The white flash is usually caused by one of two things: a jarring motion in your retinas (not a concussion) or the impact of your brain banging against the fluids and other matter inside of your skull (that's a concussion). Same if you "see stars"- the "stars" are the damaged nerves that just banged into something firing off electrical impulses trying to figure out how to cope with what just happened. And of course if you hit your head or are shaken to the point of losing consciousness, that's your brain's equivilant of the computer that, when smacked, turns itself off. All of these are concussions, and while it may seem like knocking yourself out should result in a worse concussion than just seeing stars, brains don't always follow that rule. All of these concussions will eventually stack on top of each other and will cause a major TBI once you hit your head a little too hard or perhaps even just one too many times.

So when he said "okay so you were never *treated* for a concussion but have you ever had this happen after hitting your head?" well... yes, actually. I was hit in the head by a thrown baseball bat (accidentally) in gym class and promptly took a nap. I was awake and otherwise fine in a few minutes so besides being sent home that day and having a large bruise/egg nothing really happened. I was doing flips on the gymnastic bars and lost my grip and whacked my head against the ground and, you guessed it, was unconscious. By the time my friends got the recess teacher over I was already awake and just a little dazed- again they sent me home but that's it. I fell through one of those dome monkey bars at a playground with my mom and hit the ground head/neck first. This was before the age of cell phones so Mom told me she was trying to figure out what to do about her very unresponsive child in the middle of the park (it's dangerous to move someone who may have broken their back/neck but she also can't just leave me laying on the ground to knock on someone's door to call 911) when I woke up and outside of a stiff neck seemed "quiet but fine".

In fairness according to my neuro there's not really much a doctor *could* have done medically as I bounced back without any problems except maybe have me take it easy for a couple weeks (I'd've died of boredom with no stimulation) but it still should have been noted that each of those were concussions. Then the amount of times that I've been dazed or saw lights... too many to count. I work with high energy dogs in an impact sport, they headbutt me or punch me or knock me to the ground all the time. I was an active kid and an athlete prior to my heart acting up, so sport-related injuries just sort of come with the package and that includes knocks on the head.

But sitting in his office and hearing him say that, and then recovering from the TBI and examining what it's done to my life... it made me realize how much people take for granted. It just takes one too many knocks on the head. He said the major thing he regrets as an older neurologist is that for a very long time, most of his practicing career and certainly a significant portion of my own life, no one really cared about concussions. But the line between concussion and TBI is very blurred, because in truth a concussion *is* a brain injury, and at some point you will concuss yourself much much worse than you were expecting due to the buildup of damage from not taking hitting your head seriously.

The best way to think of it is breaking your ankle. A broken ankle is a broken ankle, there's no such thing as a "mild" broken ankle. But there are grades of severity- a hairline fracture on a single bone is a broken ankle, but recovery time and process are relatively straightforward in most cases. Completely shattering multiple bones on the other hand significantly lengthens recovery time and the process is significantly more involved with a risk of further complications. If you keep doing whatever it is that gave you a hairline fracture, one day you won't be so lucky, and you will completely shatter the whole joint assembley.

That's how concussions are. Those cute little knocks that cause a white flash and nothing else? That's a warning to stop doing that and be more careful. You get to hobble around in a boot for a while to think about your choices leading up to this point. Knocking yourself out? Well you've snapped a bone. You get a cast and some crutches. Full blown TBI? Congrats, the whole ankle is fucked and you need major surgery now.

[quitealotofsodapop]

So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.

And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.

And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”

Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged

Bonus Anon asks:

Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.

I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.

And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.

So the idea:

Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.

"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.

So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.

In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.

After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.

Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.

Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?

At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.

Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?" MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y." (*a few tests later*) Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem." MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?" Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators." MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?" Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant." MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"

Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.

He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!

MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!

Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.

Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.

MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.

Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.

His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.

Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.

Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.

Pls add on what you think so far! :3

[mintyisms]

The Powerpuff Girls Movie Starters

"They are utterly helpless and in desperate need of a true hero!"

"Well, aren't you all cute and bubbly?"

"Birthday! It's your birthday! I should get gifts!"

"All I've got to do is be a good parent!"

"Note to self: good parents don’t leave their kids home alone."

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice, who would have guessed that's what little girls were actually made of?"

"I'll go wash up, then we'll bring in the furniture."

"They’re really special. I mean really special and I just want to make sure they’ll be okay so what do you think? Do you think they’ll be okay?"

"This is what happens when you put twenty little kids in one room."

"What’s the point of this game anyway?"

"Oh, no! I’ve been infected!"

"You know, I've got a nice car."

"What are you doing? We’re in a serious pickle!"

"Got you, you little bunny."

"The game is over and it’s your bedtime."

"I'm glad you had so much fun because tomorrow will be a busy day too."

"Unfortunately, people often get scared or angry when they don’t understand something special or unique."

"People here are nice. Things will be fine!"

"He’s in cahoots with the evil pickle cart killers!"

"We really would like for you to come downtown with us so we can ask you a few questions."

"He hates us. He totally hates us!"

"He probably just got held up, or maybe the car broke, or maybe he just forgot, or... maybe he hates us."

"Should the manufacturing of super powered children be illegal?"

"I was reaching down between my legs to ease the seat back when this atomic bug buzzed in, with no fair warning!"

"Used to be a time when you could buy an honest pickle."

"They are little freaks, aren’t they?"

"They don't know I'm in jail."

"Well, it’s official. I have no idea where we are."

"Maybe there’s a box we can get in around back!"

"Go away. Please. Do not look at me."

"You’re no monster, mister. You’re just really dirty."

"How could you know what it’s like for people to fear and despise you for the very things that make you special?"

"This brain is full of brilliant ideas, but will anyone listen? No."

"Your powers are great! You just gotta believe in yourself!"

"You did very good. Very good indeed."

"Well, there is one last, teeny tiny, itsy bitsy thing we still need."

"I thought the zoo kept all the animals in cages."

"They are unaware that your actions will have helped change their world forever!"

"You think they'll still be made at us for playing tag?"

"Jail? Lawsuits? Angry mobs? What’s next?"

"This isn’t making the town a better place!"

"Do not continue with the ramblings, for my ramblings are the ramblings to be obeyed!"

"That big fat dumb jerk! He duped us! He planned it all along and we fell for it!"

"What does it look like I’m doing? I’m building a house ‘cause now we have to live here!"

"I don’t wanna sleep on a rock!"

"We weren't going to get people to stop hating us by breaking rules!"

"Ugh, never mind! I’m not fighting with you and I’m not talking to you, EVER!"

"There's too many monkeys!"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU DARN DIRTY APE!"

"I didn’t mean it! It was an accident! And he wouldn’t let go! And then the dog! That stupid dog! And then the monkeys!"

"Come on, let’s put an end to this gorilla warfare!"

"We’ve got one last monkey to get off our backs!"

"It’s good you little freaks know when you’re beaten."

"I have to seize control of an area and force its inhabitants to follow my way of thinking."

"Now let’s get out of this town and find a new, safe place to live!"

"We already tried running away."

"Oh, my! You’re actual trying to stop me? That’s so cute!"

"Who are you calling cute?"

"You dare challenge ME? Attempt to defeat ME? Try to destroy ME?"

"None of them will ever understand you as I can."

"Maybe everyone would like us more if we were just normal little girls."

"I was wondering if maybe sometime we could like call you to save the day or whatever."

[applctini]

RULES &&. GUIDES

GENERAL

i am a pretty flexible partner, but i can also be equally as slow when it comes to replying. i work anywhere from 32-42+ hours a week, this is a hobby not my life. as much as i respect your time in replying, please respect mine. never assume i've forgotten about a thread, because i promise you i haven't - i'm just a slow sloth.

i do not mind slight godmodding, as the characters of the hazbin/helluva verse are immortal, deities, creatures, etc. of supernatural origins. powers, strength, magic, voodoo, religion, all of it is bound to come into play one way or another. lucifer himself is an insanely strong being - he just doesn't use his power very often. the only thing that bugs me is others assuming what goes on in lucifer's head. the old cuck doesn't even know what's going in his brain except monkey banging cymbals.

no anon hate, i think that?? goes without saying lmao. it'll be deleted immediately. you can bully lucifer as much as you want, but i'm not tolerating that nonsense thank you.

YES !! those starter calls are for you baby! i want to interact with you. YES !! those memes i reblog everyday are for you !! i want you to pester me, lucifer, i adore having a full inbox because memes and asks are the BEST way to get my attention. you thinking you're not sure if it's for you? send in your own asks !! unprompted shit is my FAVORITE thing to see pop up on my phone as a notification. do it, bug me!! i'm not that scary, i am probably the biggest baby you'd ever meet tbh.

my icons are edited for me and me only, please do not take them, but i am more willing to share where i got the bases from so you can have your own !!

FOLLOWING

tbh i don't always look at my followers, i've been on this website since i was a kid. however that doesn't mean i'm not gonna follow you back. i mentioned i was slow, right? yeah, that - at most it takes me 2-5 days to follow back unless for some odd reason i really didn't see your follow. tumblr loves not notifying me anyways, so just keep that in mind !!

this is a roleplay blog. i will not interact with personals and i hope you respect that to not interact/reblog my posts. i won't block you so long as you respect this one thing i ask of. you're welcome to follow, read my things, but do not reblog anything from me that comes from me.

i don't do the whole follow-for-follow. that always annoyed me, it still does. i don't get it... just, no lmao. if i follow you, i wanna follow you. i wanna interact with you, not to just be a number.

OC's should NEVER feel discouraged with me !! my main multi is mostly oc's, i live off of oc's. i love them. i only ask that there's a base page where i can receive some sort of information on them - it doesn't have to be elaborate, but i wanna know them !!

TRIGGERS &&. NSFW

this blog will be heavy with mental health topics. it'll contain depression, panic disorders, anxiety, ptsd, thoughts of self harm, acts of self harm, martyr complex, and much more. if you are sensitive to these topics or anything you think might lead to these topics, please turn around and do not follow me. i tag everything, but this will be a big chunk of my blog regarding headcanons, certain threads, etc.

i adore writing smut, any forms of it, but i don't write it with strangers. it often comes with just shipping with me, which we'll talk about below. however, if we share a ship (or more !!) i don't mind writing it with you, any form, or at any time. i love the intimacy (or even lack there of oops-) when it comes to sharing a body with someone.

MULTISHIP YAY OR NAY?

YAY!! I am multiship*, i will gladly toss this clown around to anyone like the switch he is lmao.

i love ships, but i also ship with chemistry. i don't like forcing myself to fall for a ship that doesn't hit me and i wouldn't want to do that to a partner either !! it's easy to be a people pleaser on this site, but don't be afraid to tell me if something isn't working for you, i don't take any offense to it. we're all adults here, we can talk like them with our big words.

*i will mention more about my shipping in this post.

WRITING

i write typically from para to novella, occasional crackhead behavior here and there with one-liners. my asks usually wind up on the longer side falling into drabble territory because i love setting a scene, describing such little details that it's probably annoying lmao. you don't have to match me word-for-word, but i would appreciate if length was kept to similar status.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

me? i'm star, i'm 24 turning 25 currently. i work in retail, like i said i can be very busy during my workdays and may not always be available here. if you have my discord, don't feel discouraged to message me there, or even here if you don't. i will always try to make time between watching my department to reply to you. i'm often closing on my shifts, so usually by the end of the night i'm more eager to reply and like a chirping bird most nights. i'm under EDT currently (UTC -4H) so you can gauge my days.

[littlewalken]

Oct 5

Some times getting past personal baggage includes letting yourself use your mechanical pencil and remembering you can get more leads whenever you need them and you aren't still in school where heaven forbid you need supplies but your younger half sister needs anything more.

And no more entitled family member stories from Reddit for now because you're thinking if you ever did have the opportunity to have any sort of party the little bitch would have ruined it because it wasn't about her.

Who I draw next in my new pocket sketchbook should be what I induce stress about in myself, lol. I mean, I'm good enough at it that I'm getting spontaneous hives.

But I did start the book with Perry. I want to take a different photograph because for whatever reason the camera turned a delicate 4x6 done with a .05 lead in to that. But still, I made an art.

This book is a chunky little monkey so I'll only be using 1 side of the paper. It's a bit more toothy than the previous one so I'm glad I have a side click pencil. Now that I found the sealed pencil sharpener I might put a regular pencil in there too.

The only "rule" this book ever has to follow is it fits in whatever container I use to keep my reference pictures in. Right now that's one of those half shoebox sized plastic storage boxes with hand prints on it. I have 3 1/2 shoe box sized ones, a lid got broke, with colored pencils on them that I use for art supplies. Not enough reference pics for one of those and I don't want to encourage it.

Almost used a little train case style box but it decided to pop its latch and spill its contents, at home thankfully, but I took it as a sign that the reference pics like a secure snap on lid. But they'd consider one of those brown paper treasure chests with a brass lock, I have a bigger one as my sewing box, or something like the container they out grew where the handle splits in half when it opens so just by carrying it you keep it closed.

You see, brain, let's put our need to worry about those type of things and not how shitty the last move was.

Did make another point about not putting all the eggs in one basket and thinking too far ahead when the more immediate future is uncertain.

Places we thought we would be moving to in 2021-

Anywhere we could find but still with the Life Ruiner as part of the family

Still with the Life Ruiner but half way across the continent in a house with structural issues in Bum Fuck but just long enough to fins Someplace Better

With the Life Ruiner and Greedy Cousin jr in a brick house in a different part of Bum Fuck when the owners texted me it wouldn't be ready in time to move in as we were loading up a rental cargo van back home (but the week away from the Life Ruiner did prove she was the root of most of our problems)

Closer to Greedy Cousin sr but one state over from Bum Fuck but clarity prevailed, we figured we could be homeless in a hotel back home while looking for somewhere to live, the Life Ruiner decided to stay with the Greedies, it took longer to change our voucher than find a place to live

Where we ended up living- just the two of us in Crack Den by the train yard at the opposite end of the town we left.

Where it will be- better because it has to be.

[bondsmagii]

Re: radiation, I have to like, learn the basics of how the physics/chemistry of it works rn and dude. On one hand I love space, physics and all that. On the other I am TERRIFIED of radiation and the way that they expect me to understand there are invisible rays that we don't see that hit particles we also don't see is a bit much for my little brain.

This is just advanced batshit insane middle ages magic. No fucking way. I hate this class. My brain doesn't like uncertainty and science is basically like "this rule exists because of this math we made up" and it drives me insane. What the fuck do you mean you made up math. We are just lost animals with too much brain power and we invented little figures for counting sheep and look how that turned out. The hubris, Miceál, the hubris. It's going to destroy us eventually.

bruh the evil rocks are beyond me like my understanding of radiation is based more around like, nuclear physics aka making Big Bombs and also making Big Electricity and I can understand that, like that makes sense because it’s just a reaction, you do something to something and it does something in turn and there you have it. makes sense. some kind of very dangerous recipe; follow the instructions and you should avoid disaster.

radioactive elements themselves, though? no. no way. like what do you mean there are rocks out there that can vibecheck me. I do not like that at all. I mean if I’m going to be a nerd about this math is less made up and more a translation -- not an exact science, but a language we made up to put words and concepts to observable patterns and forces in the universe, but even with that impressive feat of knowledge there are still things we do not understand and we won’t understand for a long time yet, and some of these things could completely underwrite our existing translations and my god. undeniably that’s going to happen eventually and it blows my mind. 

like, I think about back in the day when people thought the sun rotated around the earth, and they believed that, and it was the truth and they had proof for it, but then it was proven otherwise and there had to be a moment where there were people who remembered both, and had to readjust to something so basic and so seemingly consistent being wrong, and like... my god. the amount of knowledge that’s out there that I don’t possess makes me go full monkey mode.

[zaraquinn]

stranger things: the breakfast club

by zara quinn 💐

wattpad link

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chapter two: this is what happens

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All of the six kids finally made their way into the seats of the library desk, Billy being the last one to take a seat behind Nancy and Johnathan. Ophelia took a seat in the very back, behind Steve and Julia. They all looked at their principle, Mr. Murray Bauman as he held a stack of papers and addressed the kids with such annoyance that Ophelia wondered how he even got the job. "Well look what we got here! I would congratulate all of you for being on time but I think a congratulation would be a little too nice—" Mr. Bauman had spat to the teens, he was going to continue as Nancy raised her hand, cutting him off. "Yes, Wheeler?" Mr. Bauman said annoyingly, rolling his eyes at the girl. "Excuse me, Mr. Bauman? I think there has been a terrible mistake, but, I don't think I belong here... in detention—" But Mr. Bauman doesn't care her about her excuses, as he continues to talk. "It's now 7:06 and you have exactly eight hours of detention to think about why you're in here. To think about the errors of your ways..." The teens already feel themselves tune out his voice, as Billy took out a piece of gum from his jacket and chewed it loudly, Nancy looking back in disgust and Johnathan looking annoyed; rolling his eyes. "And, you may not talk, move from your seats..." Bauman yelled back at the silent kids, stomping towards a careless Billy playing with his silver ring around his finger, pulling a chair out from underneath his resting feet. Bauman looked behind him, already finding Steve falling asleep with his head down. "You will not sleep or take thirty-minute naps." Bauman walked over to Steve, smacking him at the back of the head to walk him up. His head made a loud thud as Julia had giggled from her place in her seat. "Alright kids, we're gonna try something a little different today. I want each and every one of you to write an essay describing to me who you think you are. No less than three pages and a thousand words." All of the teens look at each other in disbelief, all having the same thought going through their minds. "Is this suppose to be a test?" Johnathan asks softly, getting completely ignored by Mr. Bauman, as he hands out several pieces of paper and pencils. "And I mean essay. Not the same word a thousand times and not skipping lines alright? You're all seniors. You're big boys and girls who know what essays are so you do it yourself alright?" Bauman yelled over the kids for the last time; suddenly pointing at Billy with his pointer finger and pinkie finger. "Are we clear Hargrove?" Billy had lifted his head from his chair, giving no words but thumbs up and returning his head back on the chair and chewing his gum. "Well good, because maybe, just maybe, you'll learn a little something about your time spent here. Like whether or not you would like to, return." Mr. Bauman said, stretching out the last word as he shoots daggers towards a carefree Billy once more. "I wouldn't want to return here." Muttered Ophelia, catching the principle's attention once more. "Shut up Thompson." He quickly shot back, earning all the glances towards her—Ophelia quickly sinking into her chair. "My office is across the hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" His thick finger points towards each teen like a laser beam ready to hit its target. All the teens look at Mr. Bauman with empty stares, although Billy smirked from his seat behind the table and raised his hand way up high. "Yeah, I got a question." Bauman looks at Billy suspiciously, getting ready to try not to strangle the kid. "Do you know how receding your hairline is?" Billy pushed Mr. Bauman's buttons even further, not caring for the end result of his little roast.

The teens can already feel Mr. Bauman fume with anger from wherever they sat as he shot daggers towards the smirking Billy. "I'll give you the answer to that, Mr. Hargrove, next Saturday in detention." Everyone looked at Billy with a disapproving look, questioning why he would cost himself another Saturday to waste his time. "Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." Bauman finally said, making weird hand gestures as he made his way to the library doors. "That man, is a brownie hound." Billy said out loud yo no one in particular. The rest of the teens stayed silent, ignoring Billy's obscure thoughts that had escaped his pretty lips. Nancy made herself comfortable as she removed her jacket and laid it on her chair, and Steve kicking his bag down underneath his seat. Johnathan picked up his pencil and started to write down the title of his essay, following the rules like he was told to from Bauman. He glanced at Nancy with a smile, and she returned with one. Steve had already put his head down on the desk, ready for bed once again as Julia started to fold the paper she received into a paper balloon. Billy had propped his feet onto his desk and Ophelia started to loudly bite her nails in boredom. The whole room could hear her go at it on her nails as every single pair of eyes on her were once again, at her direction. "If you keep eating like that you won't have space for lunch." Billy made his stupid comments as Ophelia finished biting her nail and three Billy the middle finger—he then proceeded to return it back with a wink towards the girl. "Don't worry sweetheart. I've seen you around the school before you know." It seemed like he turned his charm on as Ophelia's annoyed face relaxed more as she looked at Billy and his stupidly handsome face—but quickly faced the other way and ignored his growing smirk. "Who I think I am?" Johnathan muttered to himself, jittering with his pencil in hand; slipping it between his fingers he thought about the essay. "I am... the Eggman. I am the Walrus." He smiled as he hummed the obscure Beatles song to himself. Steve lifted his head in boredom once more, looking around the room he resided in. He saw Julia folding away at the paper and Nancy looking off into space, and Johnathan beside her writing some words on his paper. "You're seriously going to do the essay Byers?" He asked, completely annoyed by the fact he was listening to the principle's stupid rules. "I mean what else would we be doing?" Johnathan genuinely asked. Man if he wasn't so sweet and soft. "Oh shit! What happens if we have to take a piss?" Billy shouted, effectively waking everybody up from their distractions.

"What?" Nancy muttered, looking back at the delinquent. "Well, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do." Was all Billy said when he the many sounds of shuffling resulted in him undoing his zipper and belt on his pants. "Dude!" Nancy yelled, covering her eyes and facing forward as everybody else had drawn attention to Billy. "Oh my God." Julia followed Nancy's actions, same with Ophelia at the back. "Jesus Christ—seriously dude?" Steve yelled back, looking at Billy with an annoyed expression on his face. "What?" Everybody expecting him to at least feel ashamed; but of course, the total opposite for Billy. "You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Steve pulled out his chair, ready to stand up and fight Billy at any given moment. But like always Billy sarcastically follows up with a joke and a comment, toasting Steve as he zips his pants back up. "You're talking seriously got it crawling back up again dick." Steve rolled his eyes at Billy's unwanted comment. He really didn't need this right now. Billy can already feel the boredom seep through his veins and out his skin as his brain screamed for him to get some energy before he feels like he's going to turn into some lazy blob. He hated that feeling. "Hey homeboy," a pencil was thrown in the air by Billy, hitting Johnathan at the back of the head, causing him to turn to the obnoxious boy. "What?" "Why don't you close that door huh? Let's see if we can score little miss prissy here and the performing basket case behind us? Why don't we throw in Harrington's muse in the mix huh?" Billy chewed his gum with a smirk, as he pointed at Ophelia behind them and Julia, as well as Nancy. Johnathan just looked at Billy with disgust.

"Hey, asshole! Just because you don't want to be here, doesn't mean you get everybody's time here a living hell!" Steve spat back, already feeling his anger rise to the top of the surface. "Steve, he's just saying this to get under your skin, just ignore him." Julia said, lightly laying her hand on Steve's arm to reassure him. She kept a good grip, however, just in case he really does launch himself at Billy after all. "Oh, I see. You and she are fucking?" Billy proposed. "Friends with benefits? In... love?" Billy got up from his seat and sat on the table, pressing the two teens further. "Shut up!" "Enough!" Both of them yelled, causing the room's eyes towards them. Mr. Bauman's voice echoed across the room; as he yelled for them to shut up from his office.

"You know, we can't have any party going on with that door open. We should close it." Billy said, walking over to Johnathan's side of the desk, slapping him at the back of the chair. "It's supposed to be open, I don't think we're supposed to—" "Do I look like I give a shit? So what?" He quickly cut of Johnathan, prompting him to shut up as he continued loudly and proudly chewed his gum. "Look, Hargrove, why don't you just shut up? There are five people here that don't need you being an asshole for eight hours!" Steve yelled back. "Steve, just ignore him." Julia proposed. "Oh wow, the King of Hawkins High can count! I thought you weren't supposed to have brains if you're popular..." Billy shouted particularly to nobody, and Ophelia following the joke with a short chuckle. "See? She gets it." Billy pointed at her direction, causing Ophelia to smile back. She might be the one that always stars as the main roles in their school plays, but she does have a sense of humour. Billy returned with a wink her way, already causing Ophelia with a case of pink cheeks. "Steve..." Julia quickly held his arm down as she felt him start to pull his chair back. "Who the hell are you to judge anyway?" Julia yelled back, already feeling the amount of frustration from Steve equally present itself onto her.

"Really..." Nancy followed, rolling her eyes. "You know Hargrove, you could disappear in this school and no one would bat an eyelash; not one difference. You may as well not even exist in this school." Steve spat back, feeling his temper reach its limit. "Then I'll just join the basketball team! Wrestling team! Even the prep club!" He leaned over to Nancy, annoying her further. "They would never take you." "How about the art club? The theatre kid where all the drama kids make themselves known?" He pressed on further, wanting to push everybody's buttons. "Well, actually—" Ophelia thought about it but was quickly interrupted by Nancy's words. "You know why guys like you knock everything?" Fully turning in her seat, anger-filled in her words. "Nancy, don't." Johnathan put a calming hand on her shoulder, and Nancy ignoring it all. "Hey pretty face, this should be interesting." Billy nudged Ophelia's shoulder as he sat on the desk, sarcastically and jokingly paying attention to Nancy. "It's because you're afraid. You're a coward that doesn't belong anywhere and you know it. That's why you shit all over it and think you're too cool for it." Nancy crossed her arms, knowing full well she took a jab at Billy. "Oh, princess. You rich people really know everybody, do you? You know, don't you think it's also because all your popular kids are just prestigious assholes?" He smiled. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in anger. "You know what," Nancy finished, turning around and ignoring Billy once more, hearing a laugh from Billy to signify he won. "Look, I have to meet a bunch of friends today and I'm going to get this detention extended on the count of you bonehead alright!" Steve yelled. "Oh, how social popularity is so important these days. The two keep bickering with Julia and Nancy's add ons, and Johnathan watching the door nervously, just waiting for the moment Bauman comes in and busts all of them.

Time passes and soon enough, the library returns to its silent nature—and everyone relied on up from the argument between Steve and Billy. Suddenly, Billy smirks to himself, bolting from his chair and jumping over the large desk and over to the library door. He reaches to the top, removing a screw and shoving it in his pocket. The door then proceeded to slam shut as Billy ran back to his seat behind the desk with a shit-eating grin. All the teens' face has panic written all over it. "Okay asshole, you can stop joking around and fix it!" Nancy yelled. "Yeah man, just put it back the way it was!" Johnathan joined in, facing Billy with worry. "Aren't I a genius?" Billy smiled to himself. "No asshole, you're not! You're an idiot that's what!" Julia yelled back. Steve and Nancy constantly yelled at Billy to put the door back the way it was, and Billy yelling for them to shut up.

"Why is this door closed?" The door was busted open by Mr. Bauman; yelling at the kids as they all sat in internal panic.

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[nehilistuniverse]

Ever wonder who you are without binds of this world? Or am I just having an existential crisis? Also why the fuck have I achieved so little in comparison to my peers it just feels off. Everything feels off. It's not funny been going through this since 2018 and no matter what I do it never subsides. What have I created of my own? Where is me? Who am I? What am I? Spirituality says I am just a soul down on earth here to have a human experience what terrible of a human experience did we all sign up for?

Man I just want to run but along with my family ;-; because I know what I cry baby I become without them.

I know life will happen at its own phase but do I ever want to go through what the females in my family have gone through so far? Honestly no.

I don't want that life where I am bound so need to suck it up and do something about it, right? But it feels like nothing ever goes as it should and I keep losing hope but I will survive? I guess? Because I have no other choice but to do that?

And honestly I don't give a fuck about what roles a woman was supposed to perform humans were also just mere monkeys that had no power but they found their ways and adapted to the change.

Change is the only constant and that's the very core to what it's to be a human and why humans still have survived even after years. It's the brains to be able to adapt, to change and not follow a set of rules that nature had imposed.

I swear I dunno about other things but I will replace sandeep maheshwari for sure the way I am going.

Damn the way I am trying to dilute my existential dread and trying to manipulate myself into studying lmaooooo

Buahahahhahahahahahaha 11 deaths in a row within a span of an year (2 being the one's that affected me the most), one fucked up incident, two deaths of people of my own age, reality of the kind of job I was after, realisation the kind of life I want and the kind of life I am not being able to have, death of my social identity and two failed attempts later:

I did lose it that's why I found myself another trouble lmaoooo I swear I know I am responsible for what happened because I was like if my happiness isn't coming from here let me find it in another person. The only time I will regret this is if it comes to bit me in the ass later in life.

Which I hope it doesn't I will just forget about it. Simple as that. Won't say no harm done because I did lose a lot.

By a lot I mean a lot. It's not even funny and not many people even know about it. There is a very soar taste in my mouth but I am happy at least I got to know what exactly went down. Also never lowering my standards ever again just because of my curiosity.