#and how comfortable i feel

[peppersfromhell]

crew writing - 1/29/2025

“I hope you are aware that it has been an hour since the intercom went off, General.” The sound of the typing that once filled the room came to a halt. “Please return to your assigned bedroom, we have work in the morning.” The typing then resumed, being accompanied by the beeping and buzzing of the surrounding machines. There was hardly any light on the 5th floor; it was cold and damp. Digiorno preferred to keep it this way because not only would it be easy for him to cool down but it would help the other machinery in here as well. Digiorno’s eyes are sensitive to bright lights, especially his more damaged and exposed one. So, he found it more comfortable to limit the lighting in here; the lamp he used whenever it came to paperwork was just right for him.

Tonight’s work was different and he really needed to get it done before morning hit. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, procrasinating was a problem for him, but he found his reasoning for it to be fair and understandable. The work he had to do simply just didn’t feel right to him. It was as if it was something he wasn’t made for. While he knew what it was that he had to do, it just wasn’t interesting to him at all. Sadly, Digiorno came to terms with the fact that this was something he was going to do forever. Minutes passed and Digiorno still hasn’t heard any movement from Cesare. Were they just standing there? Raising a brow and huffing, Digiorno turns his head completely around to check what exactly was happening behind him.

Oh, he was right; Cesare was just standing there. Digiorno squints, trying to register what exactly they were looking at. The General was wrapped in a blanket, trembling. Their “hair horns” weren’t present.

“Is there a problem, General?” Digiorno asked.

“I can’t sleep.”

Digiorno’s expression softened. Oh, so there is a problem. The robot hums, it’s body finally joins the direction his head was facing, the chair also turning with him. It kept it’s hands folded and on their lap, back straightened as it always was. Digiorno began to think, maybe he could provide some advice on what can help them fall asleep quicker? He could provide some melatonin, a warm drink, or maybe--

“Can I stay with you?” Cesare interrupted his thinking. He perks his head up and processed the question. Cesare wanted his company. Huh. Okay. Digiorno turns back to glance over to his work; he still had a lot to finish. Now scratching the back of their head, they sighed as they turn to face Cesare again. “I .. suppose you can. I hope you don’t mind the noise, and please watch your step; there are cables everywhere.” Digiorno watches Cesare grab a nearby chair and move it closer to his, now sitting down next to him. It fully turns right back around to face the screen again, going back to it’s previous task.

Cesare stares at the screen that was now in front of her. So many words. So many numbers.

Oh my god, this is fucking boring.

Apparently, it was so boring to the point Cesare started feeling drowsy. They hold onto their blanket just a little tighter as they lean against Digiorno. The robot felt this and glanced down at the other for just a moment. It felt warmth rise to it’s cheeks; his body almost immediately releasing steam. It wasn’t long until Cesare fell right asleep. They seemed somewhat comfortable in their current position and Digiorno noticed this. Was he bothered by it? No, no not really. However, this did mean he was gonna have some trouble moving without waking up the other.

..Whoops.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Welp, if JK Rowling being executive producer and therefore being fully involved in the show wasn't enough for people to boycott, then here's HBO basically saying they don't care JK Rowling is a bigot from hell who literally helped lead a harassment campaign of lies against Imane Khalif in her transphobia and obsession with women being terf's standards of women alongside posting harassment against trans people on twitter at times, they gonna stand by her, while using the excuse, "personal views". Hmm, yes, personal views- that's one way to uh, call what the fuck JK Rowling comes out with a-lot- last I checked personal views do come with consquiences if said out loud....a thousand times in JK's case and still counting....especially if they hurt people, but hey, if it means making another Harry Potter project to milk, just let it fucking be I guess.

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[catboy-beckett]

Kim Kitsuragi is a fascinating character because there's not that much fun or interesting or compelling about him. And yet somehow over the course of playing Disco Elysium the game rewires your fucking brain around him. He's the middest man you've ever seen in both appearance and personality but at some point he says something kind to you or something critical of you and you feel like you just got hit by a truck and you need his approval like you need oxygen and like how tf did this happen. what are you

[bigturtl]

i love lawyer game

[pangur-and-grim]

oh. I think my fears about Chiefcake passing from old age were more on point than I realized. she's acting very weak right now.

and it's late on a friday, when all the rabbit-specific vets have closed. I'll call around anyway to see if at home euthanasia is an option tonight.

[melmov]

I cast: curse of the eldest (can’t ask for help)

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[nipuni]

14 and not 14 😌

[eltsia]

🧲🧠 i reeeaallly like to sketch my ships dancing 🥺 among other things..

[szczekaczz]

Friedrich von Amerling, Liegender Setter (1836)

[umblrspectrum]

data ghost tessa is an extremely fun idea

[lesbiantism]

Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane