#WHATEVER THO

[this-is-fox-speaking]

had a vision. took it into my own hands. enjoy my bullshitery.

[pisces-swirlix]

Okay DBD fandom. Bear with me, this is stupid as hell, but I’m laughing uncontrollably on the floor of my room and I have to share.

For context, there was this show I used to watch: Galavant. It only ran for like two seasons back in 2015, but it was awesome. It was like this fantasy/comedy/musical type thing. I was recently reminded of its existence when I randomly heard one of the songs.

It was a song that they did in the show sang by this evil witch. When the main character meets her, you find out she owns this tavern, and it’s full of all these muscly dudes, so you’re like “oh he’s about to get the shit beaten out of him.” Long story short, no. The witch owns a gay bar, and instead of beating him up, they proceed to do a musical number titled “Off with His Shirt.”

I don’t even know if I have to elaborate more on this, but I’m cracking up at Charles and Edwin meeting Desire and it being exactly like this.

[robertseanleonardthinker]

the calendar - panic at the disco

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[image ID: gregory house from house md sitting on some stairs outside. james wilson is on the left of the shot, facing house, so his face is not visible. house says "i'm dead, wilson. how do you want to spend your last five months?". then it cuts to a few clips of house and wilson riding away on their motorcycles together. it starts with them putting on helmets, then a shot of them driving off, and a wide shot of them driving. /end ID]

[trashcreatyre]

You really did have to be there

[new-hyperfixation-every-month]

travelling light óli + traveller doodles yay

um! the Views. bc my friend will jump me if i dont post them.

alsooo some doodles based on a convo between me and @catwyk abt óli connecting the travellers freckles like constellations (i might make that its own post bc we came up with some RLLY cute stuff)

also this scene bc i wanna yipee

[groovy-dxior]

i love it when i draw randomly @ 3 am & spell gordon wrong Yeas !!!! 😆

[codajaiden]

Turning off Anon asks, been getting weird asks and talks from some people (or that one ANON in specific) and it's been really making me uncomfortable 😭

[astolfofo]

this is a filler fic as I try to get through the backlog of fics I’m writing rn. This was the heizou fic that I was originally gonna post back in febuary. I cut about 70% of it off (which included the smut part, and the other parts because it would take too much time to rewrite/edit)

Tw: power abuse, implied yandere, murder, blood. Not really that interested in genshin, so this is probably the first and last piece I’ll be writing for genshin for a hot minute, until I find my motivation to open that game again. 

Anyways heizou my loml </3

"Are you. Ever gonna help me with this stuff?" 

Even though your back was facing him, you knew what Heizou’s current facial expression was. Mocking? Apathetic? A mixture of some unsympathetic emotions, all mocking how you were here, just slightly sank below what your dignity could handle. It didn’t matter though, your dignity and will have never mattered in this situation. It never did. So, you sighed, looking helplessly at the stacks, upon stacks of files that messily filled up his desk, the floor, and of course, in front of you. By now you were confident that your wrist was injured from shifting and labelling all of the files, nonstop for three days on end. As such, it also had never failed to impress you that the best detective in Inazuma was such a slob; someone who only would do things that interested him, leaving you, the assistant to do the nasty grunt work. Although, it’s not like you could complain much. After all, the best you could consider this to be unlimited community service hours, the only thing that was currently keeping you from being locked up in jail. For a life sentence, as a matter of fact: all for one murder. You wallowed bitterly in your mind again, thinking about the train of events that got you here. If you only had the slightest bit of proof… it had never been fair, but you also didn’t have proof to prove yourself innocent. 

However, now wasn’t the time to be wallowing bitterly in yourself. Heizou was forcing you to organize all the files in his room, once again, and he wasn’t going easy on you this time. In fact, he had even threatened to put you back in jail if you didn’t in the given time slot. 

You clench your jaw in anger, preventing yourself from hurling yet another insult at him. Still, though, it wouldn't hurt if you had just gotten a tiny bit of help from him. Even just a tiny little bit.

"Nah. You can handle it."

You tighten your jaw at his delayed response. You looked up at him again, to see him resting at his desk, feet on the table, smoking a pipe. You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking, but at the moment, he was either deep in thought or not doing anything in the slightest and only enjoying the rush of making you not only an unpaid servant but also enjoying whatever sensations he got from the pipe. You couldn't tell which, and you didn't really care. You just hated his presence in the room. You wish you never knew he existed. 

"It's about three hundred files, sir,” you mutter, with a faux sense of patience. “No individual human can sort that many files in the span of a day.”

 "Need I remind you of why you are here?" Heizou asked. There it was again, that… arrogant sense of superiority. You hated it. If you could have, you would have wished an archon to rip his vocal cords out. It drove you mad how much of a snob he could be. Yet, at the same time you were angry. Angrier than you could explain. He knew damn well that you did not commit murder, yet arrested it for you anyways. And you never understood why, you never will.

"You. You framed me.” You muttered. “I didn't... kill him. I could never kill my boyfriend. It was someone else."

"There's no solid proof of that. Correct? The fingerprints on that knife were yours. You were the only one present on that was present in that building." Heizou exhaled. A small puff of smoke came out of his mouth. "You're the only one who could have done that." Heizou pauses again, “So as you were saying? It wasn't you? Who else could it be?" 

"Did you ever check the fingerprints on the lock, perhaps?” You shot back, “Did you ever care as much to look at any place other than the knife? Maybe look for some other proof."

"The knife is already strong enough proof that it was you. Case closed.” His voice was starting to sound like he was getting slightly annoyed, so you decided it would be best to shut up again before he would actually send you back to jail.

You had this argument with Heizou at least once a month, for the several months you had been here. At the very beginning, you were sure he was one that could be convinced, unlike the rest of the agency. But you were proven wrong. Heizou was rather stubborn with his own ways; no one could sway him. But you also didn't know when to give up either. It was a cycle of arguing and despair that you couldn't end. 

"For fucks sake. Can you tell me who kills the person they love?” 

Your boyfriend's body suddenly flashed in your mind. You shuddered at the bloody sight you saw that day. The knife pushed in his heart so deeply, you couldn't pull it out. The blood was splattered everywhere. Yet none of that haunted you as much as his face. No his face... It was badly bruised and there was a deep gash across his face. The remainder of his face had an expression you couldn't quite describe. It was a mix of fear, shock, anger, and disgust. His lifeless eyes seem seemed to stare right into your soul, telling you to get away- to escape. It was unsettling. You wondered what the killer said to him in the last moments. You didn't want to know. You regret going home that day. If you only decided to stay with your friend last night.

Heizou scoffed. "Sentiments are useless in the face of proof, I hope you realize that. Now get back to work. I'm going to send you straight back to prison if you don't pick up the slack."

Annoyance filled your mind as you groaned about the situation you were stuck in. "If you thought I committed such a heinous atrocity, why not just give me execution instead? Wouldn't that be better?" You pause for a second, "And I wouldn’t have to be stuck with you either," you muttered.

Heizou paused for a second. "The guards decided it was not worth it." 

"And? If you were really an upholder in justice I'd suppose you'd give me a more severe punishment, and that I don't deserve a 'second chance'."

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you." Heizou took another breath through his pipe. "I thought you might deserve a second chance after crying like that during your interrogation. I thought you had felt some remorse for your actions. You seriously hurt your boyfriend badly, you know?”

"I told you. I didn't. Kill. Him."

You felt heat rise to your face. More out of frustration than anything. But you knew better than to get angry or even raise your voice to the detective. He had no problem sending you back to the terrible underground cells you were detained in. They were still better than what you expected: it was at the very least, warm, and there was light. It wasn't musky or dark. The cells were clean.   You were still fed every day. But the cells were extremely small, and there was no furniture in there. It was a silent day in, and day out, except for the occasional guard passing to double check no one had escaped. 

Heizou replied, "The proof adds up to be you did."

It's okay. You could argue with Heizou however times you needed to. You could only hope that one-day Heizou would be convinced, and set you free. Clear you of your charges, and let you leave this godforsaken building. 

"I got home after he was murdered." 

"Hmmm? Is that so?" "I remember you confessing that you were very drunk earlier yes?"

"But-" you began to protest. 

It was true you were drinking before you got home. However, you had not drank enough to lose your inhibitions. You were always sure to stop right before you started to feel that light, dizzy feeling of being drunk. Just enough to feel nothing, and forget. Just enough to run away... momentarily from your responsibilities. It was definetly not enough to trigger you to hurt someone.

"The fingerprints seem to prove that you were the last one who touched the knife." Heizou continued. 

"I was trying to-" 

His murder was a gory, bloody scene you'd never want to see ever again. You wanted to pull the knife out. It was the first reaction to his death. You still didn't want to believe it; someone you loved so much, had gone like that. You never even got to say goodbye to him. In fact, for the first few days after his death, you wanted to think it was a sick trick played on you by your brain. But, it was obvious he was dead. There was no point in being delusional.

"Hide the proof? I would say so.” Silence again. “It's very obvious that your last statement about coming home late was a lie. The proof all leads up to you, being the criminal." Heizou took his feet off the desk and stood up. You flinch. He walks towards you. With every step he takes, his shoes click with the floor, and it feels like a death wait until he kneels down beside you. "It's just you that can't remember." Heizou inches closer. "Which is why I gave you this job. So you can learn your lesson.” His face is now only millimetres from yours. "and never forget ever again." 

He was too close for comfort. You regret saying anything to him at all. As always, it was pointless and a waste of time. It was obvious he couldn't be reasoned with, and you were tired of it. Evidently, one thing became clear though: it was clear you weren't gonna escape from this hell anytime soon. 

"Now, organize those files."

He walks past you and closes the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a lot of work. A strong hatred mixed with despair filled your body, as you're left alone with a room filled with files you wouldn't be able to finish anytime soon. Your felt tears burn your eyes as you're reminded of your boyfriend's dead body, and your life before all of this. It felt like a lifetime ago. 

It was a lifetime ago. 

And suddenly to you, it became very clear that your very own life... had slipped through your hands like a fine sand into the ocean. 

[mulderscully]

people will be like "lol ten is sooo repressed" for s2-4 and then when he has his insane sobbing screaming meltdown in front of wilf they call him a big baby for it like oh no maybe he's been holding "BUT ITS NOT FAIR" in for years!?

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Going from an 80% or higher or I’ll cry myself into dehydration student to an as long as I fucking pass student

[blurred-cat]

they're better off bottled arent they? thing glass between me cork topped repression glass gazed depression seemingly controlled but when it spills quantities vast endlessly pouring current called torrent tear stained torment better pressed down and forgotten til that vintage turns rotten

[alexxx-xx]

Stupid question but

[pitayas-plushies]

hello friends !!! got my first assignment of the semester, i gotta make 3 wire cubes !! this one here is not particularly good tho, so i have to remake it :(

[rileyh20]

anon again i hope you did apologize to your friend and vise versa and i hope you’re both doing well

much love and stay safe, you got this man 🫂

:/

[lmitations]

got my first "i weaseled my way into this" job (slept w two people that work there including my direct boss and became friends w everyone)

[clockoftheheart]

haven’t been blogging because I’ve been crying for 5 days it’s true