#after work thoughts

[frogofshadyorigin]

4 am, Saturday night to Sunday morning.

I am walking through the empty streets of my university city, dimly lit by warm streetlights.

I am exhausted from work and studying, my legs hurt and my vision slowly gets more and more clouded.

The only sounds are cars in the distance and the occasional party goers. My only contact the silent acknowledgement I give those I pass. Neither talks, for it would break the moment and scare away the solemnity we find in it.

As I focus less and less on my path and let my legs carry me home on auto pilot, the street seems to get even darker.

Then: A face. Approaching me as I approach it. Growing bigger and all encompassing.

It's a giant billboard of Robert Habeck, encouraging me to vote for the green party

[femmefataleblr]

It’s scary when you have those fleeting thoughts of urgency towards success with the hope of all those who doubted you watching in the dark… but man it feels so good to think about. And I know it shouldn’t be my only motivation and it truly isn’t but I won’t lie and say it isn’t something I smile about when that thought does pass through

[kawaiikenna]

Have an ADHD post. Because this is what my brain thinks of sometimes. 😅

So everyone knows the body swap au right? But, like, what if a neurodivergent and a neurotypical were to switch bodies? Because the only thing that is being ‘swapped’ are the souls/consciousnesses. Therefore with the reason why neurodivergents are neurodivergent is because of how the brain makes connections; that means that if you were to suddenly swapped with someone else that wasn’t the same flavor of neurodivergent or someone who was neurotypical, would you think in that mindset? (Big oof for the huge ass sentence. Sorry bout that. -_-;;;)

Like, if I was to be swapped with someone who was completely neurotypical, didn’t experience depression, or have social anxiety, ADHD? Never heard of her kind of brain. Would I be able to get just the slightest taste of that kind of life? Or would my way of thinking transfer over when body swapped and I would still experience my normal ways of thinking and how I would act? It’s also kinda funny to think of how the neurotypical would react/feel when shoved into my depressed, anxious, ADHD brain and be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of thoughts that like to flit about in my surprisingly overcrowded empty brain.

Anyways, just a thought I had after work yesterday. :3 I’d love to hear your guys’ thoughts about my suddenly very deep look into what would happen on a neurological level if body swapped. ^w^~💜

[mushbop]

so excited to blast out the 1890s + 1900s so i can get to some HISTORICAL DRAMA

orville's wife is hawt tho so thats a plus for him

[fantasyinallforms]

Rambling thoughts

Sometimes I just go online and look at my favorite Le Creuset dutch oven then cry a little because I'm never going to be able to afford that damn thing.

[miramidnighttt]

If Bikini Bottom was adult style, I bet everyone would call Squidward "Shitward" 🐙

[aleurain]

Yes he did ☺️

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[swordmaid]

sun goes down 🌟

astarion x tav commission for @/alays.version over on instagram. she’s consoling him after burning in the pier 😔🫶

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[ailithnight]

DPxDC Prompt #13

Danny was born in Gotham and ended up for adoption shortly after. The woman who birthed him listed the father on his birth certificate as The Batman. Everyone laughed it off as a joke from a woman who didn't know or didn't want admit who the father was. They left it be, but no one really thought it was true. It couldn't be. Right?

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[sunclown]

Looking for comfort in odd places

[frownyalfred]

having Bruce learn, understand, and speak Kryptonian is such an interesting and heartwarming development, but it’s also kind of a huge liability?

Lex Luthor doesn’t speak Kryptonian, but if he ever found out his pal Bruce Wayne did, somehow? That’s a kidnapping.

Supers are all off planet/out of contact and someone comes looking for them speaking in Kryptonian? Bruce is up on the Watchtower negotiating in fluent Kryptonian.

Someone needs to go handle the Fortress AI while Clark is gone? Bruce gets locked in there for a few days. Even though it can speak English, it prefers Kryptonian. (He’s fine…probably)