#a lament if you will

[heartbreak-sandwich]

this is just a vent post because I am having feelings. probably tw depression, rejection sensitivity dysphoria, and generally feeling sorry for myself lol.

I fought stupid hard to write a small 2k word ficlet, and I was really hoping if I powered through, finished it up, and posted it that I might feel better. I am proud of myself for finishing it even though it was challenging, but I'm really disappointed because it didn't change anything for me. I was hoping I would feel more inspired, the creativity might come back, or I would at least feel something. But I don't. And that's kind of crushing, idk.

More than that, I'm scared that my apathy might translate through my writing and that people might read it and just KNOW that I'm struggling to put words on a page - that my work will be lackluster because I don't have as much energy or creativity flowing as I usually do when I'm really feeling passionate about telling a story. And I want more than anything to feel that way again because it brings real joy into my life - it's a huge part of who I am.

I'm incredibly grateful that people ended up liking my fic, and I really am glad that it's there for everyone to enjoy. I feel guilty for having the sads/feeling empty and weird while there are people and friends here who are so kind and loving and supportive to me. I appreciate it so very much, and I don't want to sound ungrateful in any way because I'm not. It means more to me than I have the ability to express.

I think I am also having some weird rejection sensitivity toward a fucking algorithm if I'm being realistic about it. I took a break because I had to work extra to make more money for the holidays which were busy, and the break was a bit extended, and I missed being here. But now that I'm back, my engagement is super low, and my asks are sitting empty, and I know that's all okay, and I shouldn't feel any type of way about it. I'm not sure why it makes me feel so sad, but that's just how it be sometimes, I guess.

I suppose that feelings are sometimes just there, and I probably shouldn't judge myself so harshly for them, but jesus fucking christ, I really just want to enjoy things again, and the emptiness I feel after doing the thing I love the most hits a little too hard. And I don't know how to fix it.

[hoaxghost]

People on the internet love to recommend the complete opposite of what you're looking for

[cart-a-hearts]

Singles night at the worlds scariest bar

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Giovanni Battista Gaulli (1639-1709) “The Pietà (Mary Lamenting the Dead Boop)” (1667)

[morganbritton132]

A student at Steve’s school, Amy, posts a Tiktok of her going around asking teachers questions. When they get to Steve, she asks, “Mr. Harrington, what’s the coolest thing you’ve ever done?”

Steve: I bowled a perfect game once.

Amy: That’s boring

Steve: I’m a boring guy

Lilly, heavy metal fan that’s been following Eddie since he made a Tiktok account: Weren’t you in a music video?

Steve, trying to remember if he was in a CC music video: …maybe?

Classroom: *explodes into questions*

[itswilliamleonard]

some things you can only learn from a song...

[zephyrchama]

📞

(Obey Me! mini fic. Contains suggestive content but is overall SFW)

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“How are my brothers doing?”

Lucifer’s voice sounded a little grainy over the phone. He must have been far away, or something somewhere was causing magical interference to the connection. It was nice that he had time to call and check in on things.

“Everything’s great,” you confided. Things had been really calm in his absence and you felt confident the house would still be standing by the time he returned home. “We just finished watching a movie. Belphegor fell asleep midway through, of course. Everyone else-”

“Hey…” Asmodeus interrupted, leaning into your shoulder and putting his cheek against yours. His voice sounded extra raunchy. “I told you, if you keep touching me like that…”

”Asmo, I’m on the phone.”

“You’re going to make me… Hnngh…” He dug an obnoxious smile into your shoulder while continuing to make questionable noises.

You were about to apologize to Lucifer, but a yell from the other room made you jump. Asmodeus tried to repress a giggle as Satan’s voice rang out, loud and clear, “Oh no! I just knocked over Lucifer’s cursed record collection!”

You hadn’t heard any crashes, nothing to indicate property damage had occurred. Thankfully, Satan’s good conscious wanted to keep you out of real trouble more than he wanted to torment Lucifer. That didn’t prevent him from sarcastically lamenting, “wow! I accidentally stepped on a bunch and crushed them even more! That sucks. Oh well.”

A deep inhale, and a deep exhale. You remained calm. They were messing around.

The chewing noises that had been a constant all evening were suddenly gone. You cast a suspicious glance at Beelzebub on the next couch over.

“We’re out of food,” he complained. The fridge had been filled to bursting that morning and there were two half-full bags of chips still in his lap. Belphegor lay face-down next to his twin with an open container of demonic chip dip balanced on his back.

“Don’t worry! Yer big bro’ll take care of everythin’! How many roasted griffon do you want delivered? Ten? Or should we go full catering?”

Mammon, back from his bathroom break, was fast on the uptake when it came to causing mischief. He wasted no time in flaunting money he didn’t have while Beelzebub decided now was a good time to eat those chips. Mammon made sure to stand right behind you so his voice would carry into the receiver. “I’m always takin’ good care of my little bros, aren’t I? Lucifer oughta put me in charge next time.”

Somebody snorted. You weaseled an arm out from under Asmodeus to rub your forehead. “Come on, guys.”

“Mammon, where did you find Lucifer’s backup credit card? I thought that was for emergencies only!” Leviathan cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. All the while, Satan kept shouting, “oops! Broke that, too!” and Asmodeus carried on with his lewd noises.

You held your mouth as close to the phone as possible, helplessly trying to block out the idiots. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course. I’m glad you’re taking care of things, everyone sounds like they’re having fun.” Rather than mad, Lucifer sounded amused. There was a fondness in his voice. “Though, if the house is truly in dire straights, I have no choice but to come straight home without stopping for souvenirs. Be sure to convey that for me.”

You were happy to announce, “Lucifer’s not getting you guys any souvenirs if you keep it up.”

The tomfoolery stopped immediately.

“Whuh?” “No way!” “Does that include picking up dinner?” “My limited edition goods!” “He can’t do that!”

The cacophony of complaints almost caused you to miss the grainy voice over the phone. It said, “I don’t like being away from you for this long. I’ll need you to give a one-on-one report of everything that happened as soon as I get back. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was a click, and the line went silent. You set the phone aside. The previously energetic gang looked anxious knowing that their big brother could be upset, even though they brought this upon themselves. Satan carried in a disc, in mint condition, muttering about how he found the sequel and will put it on.

“He’s still going to get us gifts, right?” Leviathan asked. You shrugged.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

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he giggles

[canisalbus]

Love your art so much. Will you show us cool nature pics from your country? I'm literally so stoned I forgot where you live sorry.

Sure anon, why not. I'm not a photographer so the quality of these is kind of slushy at best. I like nature and wander around a little bit, but I rarely hike properly, so I don't go to that many scenic places. These are mostly from regular walks. Long post warning.

Summers are short but very green, and since we're at the arctic circle we get sunlight around the clock. Some of these were taken at midnight or early morning small hours. Most of Finland is very sparsely populated and covered in boreal forests.

Finland is a very watery country, lots of lakes in particular.

Sometimes you get intense sunsets

And winters are very cold, snowy and last about six months. In summer we have midnight sun and in winter there's the polar night to counter it. Around late December sun only rises for about two hours per day where I live so it's very dark for many, many weeks on end (which is wonderful if you get seasonal depression like I do). But sometimes the weather and lighting are just right and you get this ethereal pastel effect that I love.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of coming back as a crime lord, Jason pretends to be a vengeful revenant, haunting Gotham criminals and the batfamily.

This has… consequences.

[faultyvessel]

Can you believe it’s been a year since this started? What a hell of a ride

[beetlethebug]

consider,,,a lucanis who is in love with emmrich, a spite who is in love with rook, a rook in love with emmrich, and emmrich who is in love with all three but wants lucanis, spite, and rook to get together because he feels he is not the type of man any of them deserve...

bonus points for spite being the one to realize just what sort of love quadrilateral is going on and is the one to get them all together.

[ghoulie-gal]

The Lover's Lake has got me feeling things I cannot quite identify... LOOK AT THEM....

ONE OF THEM IS SO CLEARLY SOMETHING OTHER AND TWISTED AND STRANGE BUT. THEY ARE IN LOVE SWANS IN LOVE IN THE LOVER'S LAKE.... stares at the MC

stares at the ghouls

C'mon. C'MON

[crystal-lillies]

ugh THE WAY that Bard's Lament is being built to and telegraphed is killing me

from the moment Osysa said "No one cares about you" in season 2, to Scanlan meeting Kaylie, and his efforts in this season to reach out to her messing up despite him really trying and wanting to connect with her, and no one but Pike actually caring about that or even asking him about it, how Vex said "Nobody gives a shit!" and it took Scanlan and Mythcarver to save Percy from J'mon Sa Ord's punishment but Scanlan was left out of the group hug

GOD they are building up to a brutal payoff and I so look forward to my heart getting ripped out of my chest by Sam Riegel when it happens

[ashpkat]

i can’t believe octavian died like… that. of all things in a middle grade kids books series. and everyone was chill about it. literally no one gaf octavian died so horrifically even if it was ‘just’ —and as the readers… we were chill with it too

[napping-sapphic]

Ugh this sucks i should be making you snacks and gently kissing you on the head instead