#WEEEEEEEEELP

[ofblasters]

[ CHECK-IN ] : after receiver has recovered from their wounds, sender visits them in their sickbed to make sure they're okay. ( Narka to Mirax ) ›› @croyant

                    the thin mat didn’t so much as refuse to conform to her body as it entirely lacked the thickness required to do so.   for three entire standard rotations, ever since her final bacta immersion, she’d been laid out on this slab of a medbed, staring at the featureless ceiling without anything truly to occupy her or her mind.   the moment for her release could not come soon enough, but she remained far too shaky on her feet to even be permitted back to her quarters, let alone returned to duty.  

                    neither were there any visitors to distract her from the spans of time in between meals, therapy, and checks.   considering the circumstances, a chance lingered that she wasn’t authorized any, yet… she wouldn’t be shocked to learn there simply had not been anyone who cared enough to set aside some of their off hours for her.   mirax couldn’t even tell herself whether, if any of her colleagues had been injured, she would do so for them.   

                    probably, the lieutenant decided, as long as they weren’t the ones currently attempting to camber over her, for what she never understood.   it only created chaos, chaos they certainly could no longer afford.   if there was some grand position awaiting them, she might understand, would likely participate herself, but unless their skills were greater than they appeared, all they would gain is a promotion and a little extra power.

                    perhaps that was all they required.

                    the whoosh of the door swishing open caught her attention in an instant, the cause both a potentially pleasant surprise as well as likely an aggravation.     ❝  zaila…  ❞     weary and wary hazel eyes watched the younger woman’s approach.     ❝  don’t tell me you’re here to question me about what happened.  ❞     not that she believed she had been implicated in the attack��� far from it.   her situation would be far more obvious than this, far more unpleasant.   but there were other, far more maddening reasons why she would prefer not to speak to… whatever exactly happened.     ❝  because if you are, i don’t even remember where i was.  ❞

[beeeinyourbonnet]

Been trying to make sure I have enough chapters on deck of by hook or by crook to update twice weekly like I have been, and instead of writing more new chapters, I ended up with one new monster chapter???? weeeeeeeeelp.

[baronaliswritingcorner]

weeeeeeeeelp

This sucks. Fascism in vogue, apparently.

May or may not discuss my future fanfic plans here tomorrow -- got tons of emotions to untangle.

Just know I'm here if you want to talk.

[anna-neko]

weeeeeeeeelp. thats all i needed from that site

[the-moon-and-stars-my-love]

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[dysfunctionalmasonshasmoved]

"You seem like a decent woman, so I give you this advice: dump him. He's a spalpeen, got no job, no life. All he will bring you is pain and despair."

Send Me Asks As My Muse’s In-Laws

There was so much on her mind that she wanted to spit at the other, but Kimberly thought it best to bite her tongue, at least until she could come up with something a little less…insulting. And with less cussing.

“Pain and despair are two things I’ve very familiar with. You don’t know me, you don’t know my life. And from what I’m hearing, you certainly don’t know Eric. Do you think you’re the first one to tell me he’s no good for me? Because you’re not. And you’re wrong. I love him and I’m going to keep loving him, even well after I’m dead. So thanks for the “advice”, but you can shove it and go to Hell.”

…Well, at least she tried to be nice.

// @ericbrandonrp

[xinsanitysxedgex]

Right. Right. Sidney was ‘fine’. Absolutely NOTHING weird just happened between them just now. Nope. Not one thing. Sidney hadn’t seemed to blank out and get lost in her own thoughts at all. Nope, and Gale most CERTAINLY wasn’t doing the same exact goddamn thing. Gale kinda owed a lot to the fact that Sidney was DRUNK OUTTA HER MIND. “Okay, you’re fine, inside voice, inside voice.” People were STARING. Sidney hadn’t exactly shouted it aggressively, rather just spoke a few decibels higher than she’d intended. “Whoa…” SHELL SHOCKED. Gale really hadn’t expected Dewey to go all out like that… Though given his temperament, she probably should’ve seen it coming. “Yeah… Yeah, I know…” GUT PUNCH OF GUILT. This was exactly the problem. Had it just been her and Sidney? Maybe certain things would be easier to think about. To discuss. But… But it WASN’T just them… Other feelings were involved, too. Least of all the confused relationship between Dewey and herself… “I don’t suppose he’s been like that with… ANYONE ELSE… Has he?” Twist of her stomach. Why on God’s Green Earth was she asking this? Was she HOPING he had? That she WASN’T the exception? Because she was… She had always BEEN Dewey’s exception… And… She downed the last of her drink. “Don’t bullshit me! Brown eyes aren’t boring! They’re bright like an Autumnal Sun! Now shut up and stop putting yourself down!” Gale laughed, too, as Sidney practically fell over her. “Tells ya what. I’ll stop flipping you off when you stop PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN, okay?” Now she INTENTIONALLY mimed flipping off Sidney a million types. 

“Man, you’re really enjoying that fingering, huh?” She couldn’t help but LAUGH AGAIN, and maybe it was all a cover up of deep, less comfortable emotions, but just the phrasing alone was fucking hilarious to the drunken brunette. “And don’t ‘OW’ me. I’ve seen you take much worse than that and still come back to kill a bitch.” So had GALE, so she’d better make damn sure she didn’t use the same theatrics on Sidney in the near future or she’d DEFINITELY call her out. (Especially if she was still drunk.) “I mean, I guess, we’d have to find a lesbian and ask them.” JESUS. Sidney had always been one of the most sexually reserved people Gale had ever known, at least while sober. But the alcohol, or maybe even the LUST, brought out something a bit more PRIMAL from the younger girl. Had she been like this in the days before her mother’s rape? So UNCENSORED & CAREFREE? She could believe it. After all, it wasn’t exactly as if Sidney Fucking Prescott was ever CENSORED or CAREFUL about anything else in life. Gale had matching bruises in their pasts to prove as much. And she and Sid had shared more than a few DARK JOKES & FUCKED UP PUNS to do with Billy and Stu’s deaths. And then there was Sidney’s circle of friends. When Hallie McDaniel was your most PG and down to earth friend? Yeah, you didn’t GET to be SENSITIVE. “Wait, does that mean you count FINGERING as FUCKING? I guess they do call it finger-fucking, but then going down on a girl is tongue-fucking. They don’t tend to call blowjobs or handjobs MOUTH FUCKING or HAND FUCKING.” Pause. Tilt of her head, narrow of her brow. “Though I suppose some guys probably do.” 

“H-Hey!! Don’t put words in my mouth!” Shit became all too real once again as Sidney turned her attention back to the TOPIC AT HAND. “What do hypotheticals have to do with anything? I-, I--, I wouldn’t SO let you do--...” GULP. FUCK. “Mmmmm~...” She mimicked Sidney’s own moan. Not mockingly, but subconsciously. The way she slashed that tongue along her teeth before BITING DOWN. Fuck, Sidney Prescott really was EXTREMELY attractive. Especially with those darkened, lustful, hungering, predatory eyes. “W-Would I go down on you?!” Shit. Now was NOT the time for Sidney to ask this. Images flashed through Gale’s mind, the same ideas from mere moments prior only in reverse, Gale’s head betwixt Sidney’s sexy, freckled thighs. “Mnh… D-Don’t you think we’re getting kind of CARRIED AWAY?” These were not the kind of questions you put on the table between friends. This was how you made friendships AWKWARD. These were the questions that should have ONLY been asked with the explicit intention to CHANGE the dynamic with said friend. “Look, I’m not some dick sucking queen over here. I don’t LOVE dick, but unlike you I’ve actually HAD dick in the last three years.” And no, Gale would not and never count Billy’s manipulations of Sidney the night of the massacre. Gale was sure the last thing Sidney needed was to be reminded of how and why and to whom she gave away her renewed vows of CHASTITY. “And, ew, gross… Dewey isn’t THAT bad!” Not to suggest she’d sucked his dick. She hadn’t. Their one nighters hadn’t ever been THAT PLANNED. (Yes, you had to plan those things with Gale.) Just that she genuinely thought Dewey AT LAST knew how to wash properly. Sidney was being influenced through years of friendship with Tatem. “Now, I gotta be Gale, because I know you better than any gay ever will. And you. Are. Gay.” 

SHE REALLY NEEDED TO STOP CALLING SIDNEY GAY.

“Ahh~... Jesus, Sid…” Clit throbbed as she heard Sidney’s drunken drolls right by her ear. FELT Sidney as she gently writhed against her, grinding her hips into Gale’s ass and FUCK. Had she accidentally ground her ass right back? At the very least she hadn’t STOPPED Sidney’s fingers from playing around at the base of her bra, or those nails from scratching hot trails along her stomach. “Fidelity. You know: CHEATING. Or the act of NOT cheating, as it were.” FUCK THOUGH. Things were getting way too overwhelming, hot whispers, hot breath, hot touches, the hot closeness of Sidney’s hot ass body grinding hornily against her own hot ass. (Gale was a writer by the way.) “You damn sure have a way with words, Sidney Prescott, I’ll give you that…” Chests heaved, body flush with AROUSAL & ADRENALINE. “But aren’t you just digging a deeper hole?” Sid no longer seemed to CARE, as if she’d already stepped over the threshold, and that crime was BLACK & WHITE, rather than a SPECTRUM of increasing shades of grey. She’d make a Fifty Shades of Grey reference in her own mind had that book been written back in ‘98. Or maybe Sidney was banking on not remembering any of this? Or on Gale wanting to keep it HUSH HUSH. Not bad bets to place, she had to admit. “What are you talking about, HONEY?” Emphasis on the nickname. “Of course I have, I call you that all the time, remember?” Hint. Hint. Pick up what Gale was putting down, Sidney. At the very least she’d figured out what her YOU KNOW WHATS were. (Which, evidently, ‘you know whats’ might have been an ILL-FITTING term, considering Sidney as it turned out did NOT know what.) “Well, I wouldn’t say, SHOULD’VE, could’ve, maybe. Depending on what you wanted to do tonight.” And evidently it seemed Sidney wanted to do Gale tonight. 

Rebekah meanwhile couldn’t have been HAPPIER with her new tactic moving forward. She certainly seemed to be getting better results for it, and may just have scored herself a dance with the pretty lil thing. Lil? Sidney was actually an inch taller than her. Maybe Rebekah was starting with her own CUTE PET NAMES. “Not so bad?” She pouted, brow creasing. “You wound me.” Playful words trickled but perhaps Rebekah was sensing that same ENERGY from Sidney as Sidney had been sensing from her. “One dance.” She smiled and held out her hand, pulling Sidney closer to her and AWAY from Gale, losing her momentarily in those pretty brown orbs. “Oh, I imagine it would get VERY lonely in this shithole.” Rebekah knew loneliness at least. She could relate. From Europe to Mystic Falls, Klaus often went out of his way to ensure that his sister stayed ALL ALONE. All alone, except for HIM, anyway. Even in New Orleans things inevitably went up in FLAMES. “Maybe I’ll enrol there. See what the fuss is about. Would you like that?” But that seemed to be Gale’s limit as the older woman grabbed at Sidney’s arm, pulling her back away from Rebekah and DRAGGING HER to a sidebar. Little did Gale know that Rebekah’s hearing was NOT to be underestimated.

“Hey, Sidney, can we NOT compliment the stranger that smells like ass. Or accept strange drinks from strangers and then dance with said strangers. STRANGER DANGER. STRANGER DANGER. Come on, we learned this back in high school!” Or at least Gale did, and so it was HER job to admonish Sidney for her reckless behaviour. “We can’t trust her, we barely know her. What if she’s-...” She froze up and trailed off. “What if she wants to hurt you…” She whispered. “And now she’s talking about joining you at COLLEGE? Hello, stalker vibes or WHAT? Look, we got our drinks. I’ll even buy you two if you need, but let's just have our drinks and go home. No dancing in the dark with strangers who want to do WHO KNOWS WHAT.” She implored with pleading eyes. Regardless of how much Gale may have been speaking from a position of JEALOUS POSSESSION. That didn’t invalidate the genuine PARANOIA that it was fused with. Call her CYNICAL, but she wouldn’t ever trust ANYONE being as friendly as this BLONDE BITCH ever again.

Roll of her eyes. “She doesn’t trust me, does she?” Rebekah called out. “Relax, I already know all about Ghostface, I read the fuckin’ book. It was SHIT. I’m not here to kill you.” Technically speaking, they were here NOT TO BE KILLED. Michael was still hunting down her brother and until HE was dealt with, Rebekah’s life would be INEXORABLY tied to Klaus’s. “I’m just here for a drink, a dance, and some fucking fun.” Pun intended? “Living your life paranoid and afraid is no way to live at all, Sid.” SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE. “Believe me.” She stepped forward, heels CLACKING against the barroom floor. “It’s just one dance. People dance with strangers at bars all the time.” Granted, historically, several of those cases HAD ended in rape, gangrape, trafficking or murder, but… Most just kind of ended with whirlwind doomed to implode romantic follies. “Besides didn’t you meet with Gale under LESS THAN AUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES? You trusted her, didn’t you?” Granted, maybe Rebekah should’ve LED with all this information rather than DROPPING IT on Sidney AFTER Gale had expressed distrust. But since when did she care about other people’s stories? “One dance.” Gale seemed against the eye, and it was all down to Sidney to choose…

xinsanitysxedgex​: 

          “UH 𑁋 YEAH. I’M FINE. WHY WOULDN’T I BE?” Maybe because she really wasn’t fine at all, & anytime that Sidney Prescott ever told you she was fine, she was lying straight through her teeth. At the end of the day it really didn’t matter why it hurt her. These were the most important people in her life & she would do whatever it took to make sure they got their happy endings. EVEN IF IT KILLED HER. “'Course he told me. First thing he did was come knocking at my door braggin’ about how he n’Gale Weathers had “made love.” He’s been madly in love with you for a long time y’know?” Since back when Sid was still in High School & Tatum was still alive. PANG OF GUILT. She shouldn’t be acting like this. It was bad enough that she had a boyfriend she claimed to love. But Dewey was like a big brother to her. She’d known him all her life. He used to watch over her & Tatum when they were little and would go play at the park. He was a good man. Best man she had ever met.  (probably not a good thing to say with Derek in the picture)  If her & Gale ever messed around it would BREAK HIS HEART. & This was precisely why she needed more alcohol in her system. That was the solution. Drown herself in the bottle, till she couldn’t feel all these pesky emotions 𑁋 “OH, BULLSHIT!” Just like that, the shitfaced film student had forgotten all her apprehensions & anxieties. Gale had successfully distracted her with one of the biggest lies she’d ever heard. “What’s pretty about ‘em? They’re boooooring 𑁋 Hey! Don’t flip me off!” & Now Sidney was LAUGHING AGAIN. 

          IN & OUT. IN & OUT. IN & OUT. Sidney was almost too busy fingering her own hand to pick up on what the other was saying or the snort. Wasn’t until the SMACK that eyes shot wide & she blinked repeatedly. “Ow.” It hadn’t hurt at all. She’d always had a high pain tolerance & the liquor made her pretty much numb. But, it felt like the right thing to say. “Isn’t that kinda what lesbians DO? Have a whole lotta oral sex? I dunno, just doesn’t seem…RAW enough for me ta call it fucking. Like, when I think a’that word it’s just BAM BAM BAM BAM!” Hands slammed against the table & a good majority of people seated around them were staring. “Guess they got toys n’fingers n’stuff for that.” 

          “Ah~ So you WOULD let me. Not that it matters, cuz like y’said we’re good people so that’s not gonna happen. But, hypothetically, in an alternative timeline or whatever, you’d so let me.” Said smugly. “Mmmmm~” Throaty hum, tongue darted across teeth before getting caught between them, “Kay! New question. Would YOU go down on ME in the bathroom?” Each word was emphasized by her pointing at Gale & then herself. “That’s not what I said! I mean, sure, maybe I’m not some HUGE fangirl of dick, but what girl IS? 𑁋 I’ve met tons a’straight chicks who say the same thing! It can feel good n’all, doesn’t mean I wanna put my mouth on it! S’gross! Whaddabout you, MISS LOVES DICK apparently. You into sucking it? God. I bet Dewey doesn’t even know how to properly wash it.” Eyes shut tight & palm met forehead with a smack. An attempt to erase those images from her brain. “Wait a sec? Gale Certified Gay? Don’t you gotta be gay yourself ta certify me as gay? Isn’t that gay rules or something?”

          “NNGH…” LOUD GROAN against the reporter’s bony shoulder when she heard her let out a moan, & those tight abdomen muscles twitched beneath fingertips. If Sidney’s nipples hadn’t already been hard, they sure were now. Pelvis subconsciously rocked forward, jean-clad crotch GRINDING ever-so-slightly against that hot ass while hands continued free-roaming. Fingering the band of Gale’s bra & threatening to push beneath it. “Fideli-what?” Whispered HOTLY against the other’s earlobe as fingers probed dangerously close to nipples through lace. Some part of her brain knew exactly what her friend was implying. The drunk part decided to switch that logical, empathetic, guilt-ridden part off for the night. Honestly? She’d already gone too far to forgive herself. She’d already NEED to confess this to Derek. She only hoped he’d be one of those guys who thought girl-on-girl didn’t count as cheating & was hot. Might as well indulge tonight cuz tomorrow was gonna SUCK. (unless gale wanted to keep this a secret? could the reporter keep anything a secret?)

          “Honey?” There is a moment of hesitation as Sidney mulls over the new pet name & decides she doesn’t hate it, “You’ve never called me that before.” So why WAS Gale suddenly calling her cute pet names? She had a strong feeling that it had something to do with the beautiful blonde stranger openly coming onto her. Were they FIGHTING over her? Fingertips absentmindedly ghosted over hard nipples through printed lace. Nails scraping at the sensitive nubs. She was way too drunk to be playing detective, but she was starting to get the feeling that Gale wanted this girl to think the two of them were AN ITEM. “Ohhh…” Finally it clicked. Her you-know-whats were her breasts. Or well, in context with the earlier conversation about them poking into Gale’s back, her nipples. “Shoulda wore a bra, huh?” Sidney was now gazing down at her own chest through glazed-over eyes. “Yup.” Nipples were VERY visible. 

          “C 𑁋 Cute pair?” Admittedly not something anyone had EVER called Sidney’s breasts before. It almost felt like an insult. Like they were super small & adorable. Though, the way the words rolled seductively off the blonde’s tongue & how those eyes DEVOURED HER, she highly doubted that to be the case. “Not so bad yourself.” Sure, they looked fake as fuck, but they looked nice. Money went into them. & Well, Sid had never been so outwardly flirted with by a girl. Tonight was a night for experimentation & learning new things about herself. “Seems like a fair trade. Fine. One dance. N’then we’re finishin’ up our drinks n’gettin’ the hell outta here.” It wasn’t what Gale wanted, but maybe it WAS what Sidney wanted, & it wasn’t like Gale wanted to admit that she WANTED Sidney.  (did that thought process make any sense at all?)  “Uh, yeah. Sidney.” When the drinks were delivered, the college student finally put distance between herself & Gale, grabbing for her drink & taking a long, thick gulp off it. “Mmhmm~” Affirmation was hummed around the rim of the glass, dark eyes meeting the blonde’s alluring blues. “I’m a film student there. S’kinda nice… Never being alone.” A lot of people would have hated sharing a room with another person, but for Sidney, being surrounded by people brought her comfort.  (at least until those people went on killing-sprees) 

[corelliaxdreaming]

SPN 2x13 “Houses of the Holy”

Yeah, this would be way scarier than demon things to me. You try to turn off the televangelist, the TV just keeps coming back on and preaching at you.

I know this episode is gonna be all about angels and whether they’re real, and given further seasons, that’s fantastic.

Oh no, the magic fingers. XD

Sam is actually averting his eyes when he says “you’re enjoying that way too much,” and I’m...fic brain, no.

Angels don’t exist because we’ve never crossed paths with one? Pretty sure half the cases of this show have been first-times.

“You’re like one of those lab rats who pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.” Iconic.

It stresses me out every time they cross police tape and trample all over a crime scene. Like, yes, normal cops aren’t going to be able to solve these cases, but still. Does Sam, a former law student, feel nothing when they do this?

I mean, this wouldn’t be the first spirit doing good things instead of bad. We literally had one just a few episodes ago. That’s the kind of continuity breakdown that just makes me roll my eyes.

Sam prays everyday? Like…..literally since when? Like, sure that’s an interesting character point, but it sure does seem to come out of nowhere.

There’s no way Sam just agrees to kill someone before they’ve done something wrong. We’ve literally been through this.

“Mom always used to tell me angels were watching over us.” Weeeeeeeeelp.

I would give my left shoe for “High Power” by Boston to play in this episode.

Okay, so the “angel” is Father Gregory. Fine. Why does he look like that?

So, if you’re murder-sins happened after you died, how that work out with your soul’s final resting place? Not that either are really good in this world.

And Mr. Grabby-Hands gets his with some real Final Destination flare. Welp.

I love this is clearly a sexy love shack motel. The divider. The giant silhouette on the window. The magic fingers. I wanna see how Dean convinced Sam to stay here. (Spoilers: it was about how cheap it was.)

Boy, Sam in for a rough landing when he finds out God and angels are real but they’re...Like That.

Coincidences do happen, Dean. Correlation is not causation.

[mandi-cakes-draws]

Weeeeeeeeelp........even though it was censored...my mini comic got flagged anyway, with no chance for appeal.  That’s just fucking great. How’s about I make a Patreon instead.

[lovingtheanimal]

Weeeeeeeeelp

[thecolossalennui]

oh, that's why I had to literally bribe myself with candy to study

UH WHAT

UH...... WHAT.........

[xwitches-gardenx]

Fucksake. I’m freaking the fuck out.

I’m getting tattooed tomorrow (for the first time in years) and the guy that’s doing it, we’ve been talking every day for like 2/3 weeks now, since I popped in for him to see the space he’d be working with.

Anyway. I’m like 95% he likes me because of stuff that’s been said and came out the past couple of days…..but because of how I’ve been treated by every single guy I’ve come into contact with over the past 8 years I’ve been single….my brains just thinking this is all one big joke. That he’s talking to other girls like this, and I’m going to have misread things, and I’m going to get hurt….yet again.

Basically I’m scared of liking someone because I don’t trust people anymore. But then I don’t want to fuck this up IF it is something good by being insecure.

He’s never anyone I thought I’d like but we have SO much in common, and we have massive in depth conversations about life and history and I’ve had the biggest smile on my face the past few weeks.

But I don’t want him to think I’m some stupid young, immature girl whose got trust issues, because he’s quite a bit older than me.

Seriously. Fml. It’s so much easier being single and not being interested/having anyone be interested in you. 😩

WEEEEEEEEELP!!!!

[inevitablesurrender]

Ha Ha You Thought You Patched Out Everything But You Didn’t or I Finded a Road Part 2

Because I’m sure there are reasons I keep doing this.

Then running up mountains.  And onto this one, which was quite nice.  Hence, picture.

And right about here...

More purdy.  Truly a landscape to appreciate.

...And then this horror. I sort of accidentally made a video because it turned out so perfect, soundtrack and all, that I needed to capture it. ...Sadly my video software + YouTube = huge loss of quality, but I think the point comes across.

Right out of one of those nightmarish computer animation demo disks my father used to get with his computer technology magazines.  ...Wish I’d kept those now.

Some really nice rock textures and then... whatever’s underneath me here.  Looks like a stretched out texture, actually.  I don’t know, observations.

Gonna climb up this mountain!

...Oh.

Well it’s nice and shady underneath unreal mountains.

Yeah you’d think I’d have learned my lesson about running through chasms beneath artificial ground layers, but.

Ah, the pain bridge.  Almost to the road then, right?

Can’t be far...

Oh.

It seems like a bad place to build a road, I gotta tell you.

Now see, that long stretch of road near the bottom of the map... isn’t there.  It either doesn’t exist or got covered up by mountains and land that has actual collision.  Over here, though?  There be road.  I keep wondering if it was ever going to be used for something or is just supposed to be “destroyed”, but curiosity.

I wonder if it’s stable enough to cross!  Looks good over here...

I mean this isn’t too bad, maybe I’ll just--

...Oh.

It is... just a road.  And a fake road at that.  No pillars, no foundation.  It’s damn weird is what it is.

Might as well follow it, though.

All the way to pain town.

Or pain bridge, as it were.  Currently inside an unreal mountain, hence the shadow.

Is any part of the road or bridge solid?  Of course not.  I already knew that, but it’s still a bit disappointing.

Beneath the pain bridge.  The very... weirdly-shaped bridge.  .........Why.

Ran headlong into and through the pillar.  Damn.

Welp.

Weeeeeeeeelp.

WELP.

Fuck you too, then.

So I ran on the beach to make my boyfriends jealous when I got back.  Or something.

Headed back to where I started because... the invisible walls won’t let me out of Leide.  Fuck.  Still pretty here, though.

And so it was back to whence I’d came, back to underneath the checkpoint.  Because who wouldn’t want to stare at dirty water?

...But the water has a weird secret.  Water is hard, man.  But also... this water seemed hardest of all.  It sort of behaved like real water a few seconds after I stepped into the “dry part”.

Then I wandered to the other side of the checkpoint.  Because reasons.  (...Nowhere else to go.)

Also that’s more or less the rock texture I saw elsewhere?  I don’t know anymore.  Sure, why not, we’ll say yes.  But it’s still out of bounds.

More of these buildings over here, but I was a little surprised that the platform I’m standing on was solid.

Right over here.  All of the standard buildings have no collision as usual, but there are very solid pieces keeping you from climbing up anywhere interesting.

Running out of options for places to wander, I backtracked a little and climbed this little... mountain-things as high as I could go.  ...And accidentally jumped off and got trapped.  So that was the end of this run.

RIP Roadboy.

Back to Part 1.

[thenarratorsgalaxy]

Dementia i think their name was? Why do they have like. Noose stuff like insanity?

“...”

“...”

“WEEEEEEEEELP. SOUNDS LIKE IT’S TIME TO FEED MY SHARKS, BYE--”

“Oh goddammit, ya f***, leave me alone with ‘em, why don’t ya.”

[natsustarrevolution]

Back once more

2017′s resolution:

“I’ll try to be more active at tumblr!”

2018′s resolution:

“I’ll try to back to tumblr bc I love that! ;^;”

2019′s resolution:

TIME, HELP ME TO BACK!!!

[sokrovennyi]

⨌ // ๛ // ℳ // ⨕

Munday.

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you?

     If I do, can I kill it? Is killing your own clone technically considered murder or suicide? If they’re genetically identical to you in every way. I guess it could be. WAIT YES. I would. Because if I clone myself and science has progressed so far that it’s impossible to tell the difference between the original and the clone, I can kill it and then proceed to fake my own death for the next seven plus years to get out of my debt. 

     It’s a necessary sacrifice.

๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself!

     Okay, hmmm. I don’t know if this quite counts but maybe? Alright so some two years ago when I was returning from my stay in St. Petersburg, I got back to US Border Control at JFK and the man at the counter was looking through my documents, asking routine questions. He was a pretty chill older dude and all and I forget exactly the question he was asking me, but I think it had something to do with where I was coming from and why I had gone to Russia in the first place. And stupid me thought he asked if I was from Russia and just visiting—meanwhile he’s holding my American passport—and I just look at him in all seriousness and go “No, I’m from here.” And he laughed at me and handed it back and was just like “Go get some sleep, baby. Welcome back.” And I’m just …weeeeeeeeelp.

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting?

     Nah I think my handwriting is ugly shit.

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player?

     Hmmmm unfortunately I would have to say I can be sometimes, but I think that’s common for a lot of roleplayers. As long as nobody’s trying to actively sabotage someone or force them into only writing with them, I don’t think it’s the worst possible thing to be. It’s natural. For me it’s like an irritating feeling and I’m just  ‘could you kindly fuck off I don’t need to feel like this thanks bye’ and keep on doing what I’m doing. People will do as people do and that’s all fine and good with me, you know? Just don’t let it turn you into a shitty person.