#Whu Are They The Way That They Are

[devilbombers]

im really finding out just recently i dont know how much i care abt something until i see ppl be completely wrong about it lmao.

That being said im attending one of my friends bday parties this evening and the dress theme is "dark academia"

I actually really love fashion so tiktok fashion styles drive me fucking insane bc its so fucking nothing and i cannot for the life of me wrap my head around why anyone deliberately tries to fit a trendy style. But bc i like my friend I will say nothing and attempt to wear something in this vein despite all of my disgust.

Dark academia has to be somewhere high up in my top flop styles to ever exist. From my research it's literally just ppl roleplaying essentially harry potter or just a loser nerd stereotype? To add insult to injury I REALLY dont know why its called dark academia if most of the colorways people use is brown or beige WHERE DOES THE DARK PART COME FROM??????? im so fucking confused

[r0zzk1ll]

i officially finished the whole tng series yesterdy i am so sad (watched nemesis) (i could've rewritten that entire thing and made daforge officially canon) (b4 could've played a better role instead of whatever the fuck happened)

my live reaction after watching That movie

[robinsnest2111]

suddenly super self conscious and hyper aware of the fact I use The Exact Same Script for Every Single Customer and I fear it's very awkward and stilted and robotic, esp. if it's a larger group of people all ordering separately but going into one movie together oops

like all my coworkers can do lighthearted and off the cuff banter no problem and mix up their scripts to keep it fresh and authentic, but I am just stuck with My One Script and cannot deviate from that lest I mess up the order and get tongue-tied 😭

how do they do it?????

[ge]

OK!!!! i just found out that tang bo heavily modified his martial arts for chung myung so he could protect him better, all while chung myung himself was unaware. peepaw only found out a 100 years later and thought he always realized everything too late... taking into account how in the tang arc chung myung said that he knew tang bo's martial arts as well as he did mount huas... what da hale was up with these boy bestfriends...? were they insane...?

sry for being mentally ill about tangchung in your asks. as u can see its brutal out here

i woke uo earlier, read this ask and then had to go back to sleep bc it was just tew much…

ive CLEARLY never lost as many important people to me like chung myung has ofc so i obviously wouldnt understand the level of grief, survivors guilt, etc etc he would feel having been reborn into a world without them but even with my narrow grasp of the ideation i honestly cannot imagine losing someone so intrinsically intertwined with my existence, someone who has made alterations in their own life just to fit better into mine, someone who despite all my rejection of advances would still chase after me to get to know and befriend me… someone who wants nothing more than to be my one and only

there is just smth about chung myung being unaware of the effect hes had on people and then learning about it in post and realizing/remembering all the things hes lost and will never get back… (SMILES LIKE A CRAZY PERSON)

[numberonepartyboy]

why does it look like theyre gonna kill me

[slvt-prince]

Getting a lumbar puncture/spinal tap was actually kinda hot now that I think about it.

Weak and helpless to move, bare back to a cold clinical room. Someone I cant see from behind me stabs me in the back. Stabs me in the back. Stabs me in the back. Takes from me, takes something vital until I cannot stand or even sit up for a week after. They hurt me, but it's okay, it's for my own good, it's what was supposed to happen. Someone else at my front, holding my arms, stroking my hair, telling me I'm doing such a good job and just a little more and it'll all be over soon and just hold on a little longer, okay? Then I'm wheeled off, left alone, in the dark, cold and exposed, unable to move, numb and just waiting for the pain to kick in.

[maegalkarven]

Me, starting Royal Affairs: this is NOT like Creme de la Creme. I WILL not fall for the meanest character AGAIN

Javi: *appears, is mean*

Me: FUCK

[squeiky]

How was the meal Shadow

[29121996]

losing mu shit in tje smoking area of tuesday bc im drunk n feeling good n emo music was mentioned (specifically sws i cant b chill abt tbat). and the teo of them pausung their conversation yo fucking watch and listen to me feels humiliating.

[darkclouud9]

underestimated how funny this scene is, Dave Wittenberg I sincerely hope you had fun voicing him here

never noticed the *shrinking* horror face ugh I hate him

[senseiwu]

hhhh i think I've shaken a few times tonight/this morning already...

[cinnabeat]

also i really want to know what the color coded discovery notes mean...

[cyclicalaberration]

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[jadeneppy]

Welp

[chery-on-the-side]

A small Sun x Moon masm drabble

Enjoy :3

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"Sun!" Moon was running around looking around for his sunny counterpart. "Suuun!"

So far he couldn't find him anywhere in the daycare or theater. And he hadn't snuck around unauthorized in his lab. So that left either the entrance hall or the atrium.

"Where the hell are you... Sun!"

At first glance it didn't look like Sun was at the entrance. So atrium it was.

"SUN!"

He jumped over the railing, letting out a small "Ow".

"Whu- Wah What? What do you want?"

Sun was standing in front of Sunbeam Lazertag. Again. Probably to see Roxanne. Again.

For some reason it bothered the lunar bot that he spent so much time there.

"I have something for you."

"Oh!" Sun practically lit up as he jumped in front of him. "What is it? What is it?"

He was continuously crouching in front of him in excitement and Moon couldn't help the small fond smile on his face.

"Wait a sec. Here."

A small ball bounced in front him and Sun picked it up, looking at it questioningly.

"A ball? What does it do?"

"It's not any kind of ball. It's an indestructible ball." he proudly said.

"Uuh... What does that mean?"

"It means that you can smash it, crush it in your hand, throw it at a wall, whatever you want, and it'll always go back to it's original state."

"Oooh..." Sun stared at the ball. "And why are you giving it to me?"

Moon let out a sigh.

"So you can stop breaking my computers and redirect your destructive urges on something less important."

"Oh!"

Immediately, Sun crushed the ball in his hand. And as soon as he let go of the pressure, it reconstructed itself in an instant. The solar animatronic's smile widened and he crushed it in his hands again and again, small giggles escaping his voice box as the ball broke each time.

Moon was slightly worried for the sanity of his coworker but at least it looked like he was having fun. And maybe it will stop him from breaking his precious computers.

Suddenly, Sun turned to him with a smile as bright as his namesake, maybe even more, eyes sparkling as if stars and glitter were put in them. He was filled with pure joy.

"Thank you Moon!"

How was it possible to be so cute.

Beep.

Beep.

"Uh, no problem."

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"Hey do you hear that?" Sun asked.

"Hear what?"

"That!"

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Huh.

"Sun is that you again?"

Odd. Roxanne wasn't anywhere near.

"Nooo! It's not me!" he said indignantly. "Actually, I think it's coming from you!"

Beep.

Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Sun walked closer. Way too close. And put his "ear" against Moon's chest.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!

"Uh..." Moon said eloquently, suddenly feeling his joints lock up.

"Ooh it got faster!"

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!

But why would he do that? Sun did it because he had a cr-

Oh.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!

Oh no.

[comingdownwithme]

CW: Mentions and discussions of intrusive thoughts, details of said intrusive thoughts

also not beta read and it's 6 am at the time of posting so–

"Tobes," Jeff said as he exhaled smoke, blue eyes averted to the cigarette fixed between his fingers, "D'ya think I'm a, uh, bad person..?"

"Huh?"

Toby blinked and stopped chewing his nail.

"Uhm, wh- what?"

"D'ya think I'm a bad person," Jeff repeats, louder, clearer this time, as he fidgets with his cigarette.

Toby let his words sink in, processing them, before he turned just slightly to watch the other teen from the corner of his eye. Jeff's hand over his shoulder squeezed faintly at the slight movement, an unconscious reaction under Toby's watchful gaze.

"Whu- Why...?" He asked.

"Jus' gimme a yes or no, Tob–"

"No. N- now t- t- tell me why."

Jeff pressed his lips close.

Neither boy said anything for a long moment. There was only the faint cacophony of the street life below them, melding together with the distant chirp of birds that flew over their small, suburban town.

Twenty minutes. That's all they've got left until the bell signaling the end of their lunch period rang. Then it'll be three or so hours until the two would see each other again with Liu in tow for their commute home.

So, as he brought the cigarette to his lips, Jeff decided it'd be best to just rip the bandaid off now than to let it worsen and fester later.

This isn't the first time he's been this vulnerable to Toby anyways, having felt as if he had pulled his ribcage apart to expose his damned soul under his careful eyes, nor did he think this would be the last.

This is just the first time the thought had actually scared him enough to think that maybe– maybe this was the last straw, the line he'd cross that would lead to the loss of his very lifeline.

Jeff inhaled, warmth filled his lungs.

He held that breath.

Then, he exhaled.

And he smelled smoke.

"I..." Jeff glanced up, meeting his best friend's dark eyes, before his gaze flickered down to his feet. "I've been thinkin'..."

"Damn, di- didn't know you–" Toby cracked his neck, "you c- could."

He couldn't help it, and Jeff let slip a snort. "Shuddup,"

Toby rolled his eyes before he elbowed him.

"Yeah, yeah, gettin' on with it," He huffed. "I've just... Sometimes these... thoughts come up."

"Th- thoughts?" Toby raised a brow.

"Bad ones, yeah..." Jeff explained.

Toby hummed, contemplative. "Like...?"

Jeff stared down at his cigarette, watching as smoke slowly rose from the burning end.

"I- I won't make fu- fun of y- y- you, if that's what you're think- thinking."

"Nah," Jeff blew a heavy breath, the scent of nicotine lingering on his tongue. "That's not what I've thought 'bout..."

"What i- is it then?"

"I've thought about hurtin' you."

Jeff let the confession settle between them, and he occupied his free hand by rolling the cigarette between his fingers.

He doesn't meet Toby's eyes when he continues.

"Hurtin' Liu too," He says, "An' mama, daddy... myself...

"I- I uh,"

Jeff's mouth hung open briefly as he tried to organise his thoughts, formulate his words in a way that won't cause his best friend- his only friend- to run off. He knew it was an uphill battle, but before he knew it, words spilled free from his tongue, desperate to pull the suffocating weight of guilt that's been festering, rotting inside him, off of his chest.

"When daddy took me huntin'– you weren't 'round here then, I was eight– I helped him hunt squirrels, had to hold 'em.

"He gave me one, a- an' I held it's limp lil' body in my lil' hands..."

The long, pale fingers that rested over Toby's shoulder flexed involuntary, squeezing the other boy's shoulder.

"I- It was..." Jeff paused, and he pulled in a shuddering breath. "I... I wanted ta crush it's head, hear it's skull crack open in my palms, feel the shards poke outta it's skin, and–"

"B- But did you do it?"

Jeff blinked.

Slowly, he turned to face the shorter teen, and after what felt like an entire lifetime, blue eyes finally met brown.

"Wha–"

"D- did you do it," He asked again, firmer this time.

"Fuck no! I wouldn't–"

"And w- would you hurt m- m- me? How about Liu? Your mo- mom? Dad?"

Jeff pressed his lips into a thin line.

An eye twitched before Toby simply raised a brow in response.

"I..." Jeff sighed. "N... No,"

"Then there's noth- nothing t- t- to worry abou- about."

"Tobes, I just told you I've thought about hurtin' you."

"And I knew you si- since I was– what? T- t- ten?" Toby broke his gaze and huffed out a laugh. "Jeff, you're not gonna hu- hurt me."

Jeff studied his best friend's face with furrowed brows as Toby's words settled between them. Despite the weight of Jeff's confession and the uneasiness even he felt at the mere thought alone, as the gentle brush of an afternoon wind ruffled brunette locks over his freckled cheeks, Toby met Jeff's gaze from the corner of his eyes and smiled.

"You're..." Jeff's mouth hung open briefly, eyes flickering to the floor. "Toby, you're so fuckin' weird."

"Yeah, yeah, sh- shut up, you've alr– already t- t- told me before." He huffed, leaning back against Jeff's arms over his shoulder, "Now q- quit the sad sh- shit. You're not a– a bad per- person, alright?"

"I'm..." Jeff sucked in a shuddering breath and held it. "I'm not... a bad person."

"See?" Toby's smile split into a full grin this time, revealing bucked teeth. "N- Now c'mon, I've guh- gotta keep telling you about how much o- of a piece of- piece of shit R- Richardson was e- earlier."

Jeff rolled his eyes, and as his own lips curved upwards into a small, unconscious smile, he held the shorter teen just a bit closer to his side, his cigarette forgotten between his own two fingers.

"Alright, what'd he do now?"

It was as if nothing happened. Toby still talked as if Jeff hadn't just admitted to thinking about hurting him. Hell, he shut it down quick and made him admit- accept that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as bad of a person as he had first thought.

He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Toby's words were only a bandage over an infected wound, that those thoughts aren't going to come up any less or get any better, any less disturbing. But with how he had talked- how he had believed in what he said so easily and with such nonchalance, even Jeff was swayed, willing to forgive even himself for even daring to think about hurting someone good, hurting someone like Toby.

It was just the two of them on that roof that one, cool afternoon, chattering away as the sounds of the surrounding town blurred around them. Jeff had never felt this light, not for as long as he could remember, and as he revelled in the easy flow of their conversation, unburdened by the guilt that would usually taint these small moments, he wanted to hold this one close.

A time where he bore his damned and accursed soul, and how a weird, freckled teen accepted him, all of him.

It was just the two of them on that roof.

Jeff, Toby,

And smoke.

He could still smell it.

It wrapped around his throat, clogging his lungs.

Jeff watched the burning visage of his own home, transfixed from it's front walkway. It illuminated the surrounding streets in a warm glow amidst the dark backdrop of night, and his skin burned with an unrepentant itch, nerves still alight as raw muscle and reddened skin were exposed to the cool evening air.

Whatever dragged itself out of the Woods' home- out of hell, wasn't Jeffery Woods. No, he wouldn't consider himself that, not anymore.

Whatever was left of that troubled teen died in the fires of that house alongside his parents, leaving the charred, burned remains of a deep, primal anger in disfigured, human flesh to watch as the place he once called home steadily burned in it's funeral pyre.

He knew who did this.

And as he pulled himself up, the small movement forcing a sharp gasp from his damaged throat, Jeff knew now for a fact that he wasn't a good person as he moved down the street towards three, distinct houses, fueled by an adrenaline and an anger that burned brighter than the flames he's limping away from.

May God save his soul.

And may his best friend- wherever he is- forgive him for what he's about to do