#blegh i hate doing this i'm sorry

[aqours]

i hate being like this but due to multiple circumstances admittingly due to my own misunderstandings i'm in need of assistance

continued financial situations are kind of fucking me over, i haven't been able to receive rent yet due to banks being fucky and i thought i had cancelled a payment as it had nothing pending and no option to view it or cancel it, but it turns out no it still sent through, and to add insult to injury bc i had the audacity to pay off credit card debt 24 hours too early (when i didn't mean to) it was right as the statement ended and i have a minimum payment due again for this carecredit (also don't get carecredit unless you really need it) card

i still need to get groceries bc i'm low on things, i generally have other people who financially need my help and i need to get groceries too, and i still have some other automatic payments coming up soon.

here's my paypal if you can spare anything, literally any amount helps ty so much

[noodlewritez]

The apple of his eye

Pairings: Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Ron is alive blegh, smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), jealousy sex, established relationship, kinda long

Ever since Carl lost his eye to Ron, you had hated him from the root of your being, you couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him, let alone speak to him. I mean, how could you? He shot your boyfriend in the eye....

Until Rick assigned you on a run with him. Amazing.

“It’s only a run, Carl-“

“I don’t care! Do you know what he’s capable of? He almost killed me, what if he puts your life in danger to, the things I would do, Y/N..”

“Carl…” You tried to ease his mind but if there’s anything he gets from his father, it’s his stubbornness.

“You’re not going, he’s putting your life in his hands and I can’t take that risk.” You sighed and connected your forehead to his. “I’ll be fine..” I’m sure you’ll hear me scream if he tries anything...” You chuckle lightly.

But he took it much more seriously than you did.

The day of the run, while you grabbed your gun, he sat on a chair, watching you anxiously. He knew you were probably gonna be find but he couldn’t not worry about you. When you were ready, you turn to him and smile, spreading your arms out for a hug.

He completes the hug, getting up from the chair, smoothing out your hair and kissing just below your ear. “Be careful. I’m serious. He tries anything and you fucking tell me.” You nod, blushing and smiling then head out the door.

On the run, it was mostly Ron just trying to brag about one thing or another and you didn’t necessarily like it. You ignored him. You spit a way into the pharmacy but only by a high window. “Hey-shut up-get me up there.” You tell him and he follows, boosting you up by the feet and helping you in. “Anything good in there?”

Except you can’t see. You shine your flashlight around, looking for the things on the list Rick sent you with. “I don’t see anything! Might need some help looking!” You call out. “I’ll find a way in!” He responds.

And you wait...and you wait and eventually it's fucking dark out.

"Fuck me." You thought.

You grab a rope and just pray to god it's long enough to get you out of the building. You throw it and it barely gets you out. You climb out, keeping your gun loaded and ready if walkers find you. Only a few do, one at a time and you barely fight past them, scratching yourself up on the ground. You make a run for Alexandria and the guards see you. "It's me! Y/N!"

They open the gate and start asking you what happened and how'd you take so long. But you shove past them, planning to explain later. Right now, you're pissed. You walk to Carl's house and open the door to Carl yelling at Ron and demanding to know where you were.

"Carl..?" As soon as he sees you he's hugging you, asking if the scratches on you were from walkers, if you were okay, what had happened. You explain quickly what had happened while staring at Ron. As soon as you're done, Carl is seething.

"You fucking animal." He growls and punches Ron in the mouth. "Get up. You left her out there?!" He demands. Ron tries to lie, saying he couldn't find a way in but Carl doesn't care about that. He cares about Ron getting karma.

"You left her out there, you fucking dog.” He starts punching him, hard, when you pull Carl off of him. "Carl...Enough. come on don't beat the kid to a pulp."

"Out. Now." He growls and Ron runs out quickly with a busted lip, bloody nose and a bruised eye. Carl hugs you and smooths your hair down to comfort you. "I'm so sorry. I tried getting him to tell me where you were, what had happened..." You smile slightly and hug him back when he scoops you up and carries you to his room.

He starts a shower for you where he washes your hair for you and worships you, kissing your knuckles. You just hum in response to his actions as he kisses up and down your neck, leaving hickeys. An once you get out, he scoops you up onto the counter, making out with you, breathing heavily and the only thing between you two is a towel around his waist.

Fuck.

His hands trailed the small of your back as you sat on his lap on his bed, kissing each other heatedly, breathing heavily and whimpering into each other mouths. "Put it in?" You whimper. He nods, looking down, his hat falling partially in front of his face. You giggle and put it on your own head as he slides across your clit. "Ah-! Fuck.." You cry out and he smiles while still looking down, pushing up into you.

"Y/N.." He says, breathless. "Fuck, you are all fucking mine."

And he fucks you senseless, not making you do any of the work, just letting you take him inch by inch, babbling in your ear, praising you.

"Fuck...all mine...all mine...So fucking pretty.." He would say breathlessly as he tilts his head slightly. You lay your head on his shoulder, biting into the skin and leaving a bite mark for everyone to see. You can only let out a string of whimpers from how good he's fucking you and eventually the tight knot in your lower stomach tightens and you claw at him "Close..Carl-!"

"Make a mess on me. Make a fucking mess, let everyone know you're mine."

And with that, the tight knot snaps and you collapse against his chest and he holds you so you don't fall as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, he starts kissing your cheek letting you know he’s there.

As he feels you clenching, he thrusts 1, 2, 3 more times and groans deeply, shooting into your womb as he buries his face in your hair.

"Fuck, I need to make you jealous more often.." You joke.

[projectbluearcadia]

[ NSFW | Minors DNI ]

Wordcount - 806

The Price for Cuddles

Con: Men are ready for sex at the drop of a hat.

Pro: Men are ready for sex at the drop of a hat.

CW: Slightly implied somno, some light thigh smacking

Coming into his room with a pillow in hand, the whites of my eyes lined with telltale red threads, my hair rumpled and messy from tossing around.

"Again?" is the question on his lips, a playful smile written on his face. "Can't you sleep without me for one night?"

"Apparently not," I grumble, and Lucifer beckons me closer to him as he flaps his blanket up as an offering. Only too happily, I accept such an offer and settle next to him, where he kisses my cheek.

"And what position would the spoiled princess like tonight?" he teases, and I glare at him for the stupid nickname.

"Just spoon me, Dickus." He chuckles before he humors me, laying down on his side and patting the spot next to him, reaching his other arm out. I smile a little at the sight before I settle myself into his arms, and Lucifer hugs me tight to his body, kissing the back of my head.

"Better?" he murmurs, and I close my eyes as I lean into the touch.

"Better," I agree, and I start to drift in and out of consciousness as his warmth and security leaks into my system, telling it to relax and shut down.

Lucifer's system, however, disagrees.

His lips tickle my neck, and I already know what's coming as he plants lazy kisses on the skin, one of his hands drifting to wrap around my breast. Something behind me steadily gets harder against my lower back, and I softly groan.

"What?" he whispers in amusement. "Go to sleep, darling." Even as he's saying that, his other hand slips into my pajamas, his fingers rubbing me over my panties.

"You expect me to sleep when that thing is poking at me?" I snort, and Lucifer lightly bites my ear.

"Yes; it's just something hard pressing against you, honey," he chuckles, even as he grinds against me. "Something that might slip between your legs in a few minutes." His fingers drift inside my underwear, and I let out a soft moan.

"Why are you always horny when I want to cuddle?" I half-complain.

"Oh, please, like you're some kind of saint. You're already getting soaked."

"Am not," I object, only for Lucifer to bring his shiny fingers up to eye level.

"Oh really?" I mewl as his fingers push their way into my mouth. "And I suppose this is just water? Why don't you suck it off my fingers and tell me how it tastes?" Despite the fact that I hate the taste, I close my lips around his fingers and suck them wantonly, squeezing my legs together eagerly as he obligingly thrusts them back and forth before taking them out. "Well?"

"Blegh. Is the taste."

"That's what I thought." Lucifer pecked my neck, slowly grinding his hard-on against me. "Now would you like to take back what you said?"

"Fine..."

"No, I want you to say, 'I'm sorry, sir; I'm horny and I need you.'"

"You're a little shit," I manage to groan before I gasp as his hand lightly smacks my thigh. "I'm sorry, sir." He has me trained way too well, I swear to...

"Mhm. And?" He lightly teethes my neck, his other hand straying under my button-down pajamas to palm my breast, gently squeezing it like a ripe peach he was trying to separate from the pit. Pleasant prickles flicker through the skin, leaving me sighing.

"Fuck me," I whine, and he smacks my thigh a little harder. "I'm sorry."

"No, honey, that's not what I told you to say."

"You enjoy this way too much," I groan, which of course earns me another light smack. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Mm..." Lucifer kisses the back of my ear, and I softly yelp as he flicks my nipple. "You're adorable." He nips my earlobe. "You know I'll give you exactly what you want if you're good."

"I'm horny, and I need you inside me," I groan in defeat, and Lucifer chuckles, licking up my neck.

"That's right, you do need it," he rasps, and I can feel him smirking against my skin as his hand eagerly pulls down my waistband. Frickin' hell, him and his way of getting sex out of me... I'm not complaining, but it's sooo unfair...

"I'm going to be sore again," I grumble as I turn around and finish taking off my pants for him, and Lucifer grins before he kisses me. "You're such a dick; you know I have to walk around town with Simeon tomorrow."

"If I'm such a dick," he whispers against my lips, "then why don't you tell me to stop like I fucking taught you?"

"You tempted me!" I protest, and he kisses me again, his fingers briefly circling my sensitive bud before opening me up.

And, of course, his smug reply: "That's not my problem."

[zarkishere]

y/n x Javier talk because I'm insane (also normal Javier talk but I talked a lot about his dating life and trust issues blegh) I think if you dated Javier it'd take him AGES for him to trust you, and I'd take even longer for him to let his scars show

in part, it's because of his ex lover in Mexico, but he's also an outlaw on the run c'mon shits dangerous can't let your guard down you see, I think he sees them as a failure. he let someone get close enough they'd be able to...yknow...almost slice his throat open, break his nose, cut so close to his eyes...

and while some may take that as a 'fuck you I lived I'm better' he takes it as 'I'm fucking stupid and a moron and how could I fuck up so bad' specially given he's so particular about his looks, mans HATESSS THEMMMM he can't control how those look, they're just there, and he hates feeling out of control

so if you dated Javi, you'd have to be VERY CAREFUL about those, specially at the beginning

you catch a glance at the one on his throat? Pretend you're fucking blind and saw nothing eyes accidentally landed on the one on his nose? look away

you were kissing him and accidentally moved his scarf down? pull it back up and DON'T glance down, it'll make him feel bad and weak and stupid and JUST DON'T

slowly but surely he'll open up, maybe give you a hint of what happened (he's never telling the full story tho), if they hurt maybe he'll let you know he needs some time, he'll let the scarf be looser when it's only you two

much later on in the relationship, he'll ask you to massage the scar tissue when it hurts (ex:when it's cold), scarf is off more often (again, only when it's you two), glancing at them isn't such a deal but don't stare years into it if he can't do it himself (ex:he got shot and can't use his arm well) he'll ask you to shave him (BE CAREFUL THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY HAVING A BLADE NEAR HIS THROAT IS A HUGE FEAR), no scarfs around the house, etc working with him through the self-hatred is obviously encouraged, he may seem like a scary guy, but boy has a billion issues and needs his reassurance that things are okay, and you're not going to run away and leave him (he has massive guilt over leaving his family and is so afraid someone will do that to him) (+if it's post vdrlnd gang it got worse lol)

also just talking about just flings/prostitutes, I think if the person he's with accidentally pulls his scarf down (yes it stays on during sex) he'll actually panic like he'll try to play it off and just pull it back up and act normal, but bro is PANICKING and thinking the worst edit - i'm adding 1 more sorry i think if you tell him they're not ugly and like a mark of strength or whatever, he'll give you a side eye and say somth like " don't act like it's a good thing " and he just doesn't like taking compliments when it comes to them </3 (with time he'll accept them, but will never LIKE them)

that's all just giving a few thoughts ough I'm insane about Javier if you couldn't tell <3

[ckret2]

Sama anon that sent you the ask beginning with “I always figured that Bill held disdain for Soos because…” so sorry about that last paragraph in the ask, I realize you’re not the type of author to seriously change your story or writing style because you got a long question and saw it as a Hint, I was just feeling guilty about another author whose story I think I inadvertently messed with absolutely no idea or intention. Sorry. Ignore that last bit, it was kind of uncalled-for unfaithful..

I'm gonna use this ask as an excuse to copy/paste your original ask and put it under a read more since it's Long.

Yeah, as you figured out in this ask, I'm not changing anything. I know exactly why Bill hates Soos, and I know exactly when, how, and why the audience will find out. I only change my plans based on asks if they make me think of a way to do what I wanted to do that's even better than the way I was originally gonna do it.

But yes: the reason Bill hates Soos is personal.

Anyway, your theory has been officially noted!

Anonymous asked:

I always figured that Bill held disdain for Soos because he viewed Soos’s positive attitude/outlook and friendliness as being naive and mindlessly conformist and unaware of all the ways he was harmful and delusional in a blind-to-anything-that-society-doesn’t-say-is-bad, without ever having the curiosity/worth to think outside the box.

Like, think of how… a disabled person might see licensed professionals casually abusing their disabled patients with cruel, damaging practices that do nothing to help and actually obviously harmful if you think/ pay any attention at all, but they tell themselves they’re good people and cheerfully don’t look any further into it. And that’s how he sees Soos, and his morality, as someone who thinks he’s nice and good and doesn’t get everything he’s doing wrong/thinking wrong. Ish. Only Bill sees all order as pointless and repressive and evil.

(Maybe there’s a degree of separation, somewhere, because as we see in The Book of Bill, he verrrrry subconsciously sees himself as a monster, in a way that’s actually bad-bad. But overall the lines are blurred for him, between what values of society are pointless and cruel, and all order being bad, burn it down, kill the people. When it comes to Bill’s kind of morality, where chaos is freedom, and order— all order— is repressive and cruel and unnatural. Is doctors force feeding you meds to fix you when you’re not broken but they’re breaking you.)

And that it wasn’t particular to Soos, that any average, cheerful, “common ol’ Joe” human like Soos would in general receive that kind of disdain from Bill. That sort of, “what an idiot” feeling, that’s got some real pain, and hatred for everything he thinks that person’s cheerfulness and kindness/morality represents, buried deep beneath. Not anything too personal against Soos himself. Just everyone like him, and what they look like to Bill. A typical, benign, blithely cheerful example of the dumb masses, another moron human organic who doesn’t get it. And isn’t even weird/creative enough to be interesting, blegh.

And it makes sense, anyway, since Bill is basically being abused here, that he’d have disdain for any of the people complicit in it who put up a cheerful friendly attitude, which they themselves bought. Talking from Bill’s perspective here.

But anyway, with Bill’s disdain for Soos, I was just like, yeah, makes sense. Soos seems to be the type of human to come off to Bill as a typical annoying dense meatsack. I didn’t think about it too much though I guess it took a lot of words to describe.

But with that ask about Bill’s disdain for Soos… okay, so was it more personal/more, in general, than just the stuff I just said? If it wasn’t, that’s fine. It makes sense if Bill’s disdain isn’t any more personal or extra complicated than what I tried to describe. It’s interesting enough on its own, it doesn’t need more factors. I just wanted to ask.

I just realized the length of this ask probably sounds pushy, somehow, but I only wrote so much because I got sidetracked trying to put my thoughts into words, it was only going to be a few sentences. It really was just a casual question. I’m not even that committed to this over other things. Don’t change the preplanned story because of me, please. Or add a specific scene about Bill’s dislike of Soos when you wouldn’t normally because of me. And you don’t have to spell it out for us in the next chapter, or whenever you write about it, because of me. Your writing is already great, you don’t need to change it to be more obvious for any reason. Just write it like you would. I really was just asking casually, this ask was really going to be a few sentences long, but I couldn’t figure out how to put my thoughts into words and now it’s paragraphs, sorry. But yeah.

[thelikesoffinn]

Hello Finn! You said you'd give advice for fanfiction, I think and I'm a bit desperate so I hope you can help me!

A follower asked me to write about Tav killing herself to be free from ascended Astarion and I have a lot of trouble with writing his reaction because I really don't know how he'd react to that???? It's stressig me out so much pls help me

Hello there, petal!

I think this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while, I'm so sorry. I haven't been on top of it lately. (But I'm getting to it, I swear! I know a few people are still asking why I hate Astarions reaction to Tav's romp with Mizora and I'll definitely get to that, do not fret!)

But anyway, let's see how I can help, shall we? I did a bit of research and watched a ton of ascended Astarion content so that I could actually give you proper advice and ohhh boy, when I tell you that I've had clients like him before...blegh. But, as always, do take it with a grain of salt because I'm no expert. Just a social worker with a lot of time to watch vampire videos, apparently, haha.

So, to recap: Your Tav committs suicide in order to escape from ascended Astarions grasp. And I guess he only finds out after, seeing as you need his reaction, yes?

I can see why that would be stressful, but it's probably less because you really don't know how he'd react and more because there's a disconnect between the reaction he'd actually have and the reaction we all want.

As both a writer and a reader I'm not ashamed to admit that I'd want him to suffer. I'd want him to realise all his faults and where he went wrong and I'd want him to cry because he fucked it all up, so much so that he's now lost the one person that loved him despite everything he has done.

But with ascended Astarion, I don't think a reaction like that would be very likely. True vampires are a bit difficult when it comes to things like guilt and shame and loss, as in they don't really seem to take it the way normal people would.

Or, rather: They can't react to them the same way normal people would.

Where a normal person would go through an entire circle of mourning, a true vampire is probably going to throw a tantrum and create a demiplane that he can sulk in. (Looking at you, Strahd.)

Instead of sadness, It's very likely that he'd react with anger. A LOT of anger. The anger likely won't be self-directed - at most a little annoyance because he didn't lock them up harder and more securely - but it will most definitely be directed at Tav.

I don't think I need to explain that while ascended Astarion does not really love Tav anymore he does want them.

Tav is his. Their entire being belongs to just him. Only he get's to decide when and if they're allowed to die. They're his to destroy and his alone. So how dare they kill themself without his permission? How dare they take away what's rightfully his!?

And just as anger replaces sadness, it's very likely that blame overshadows guilt and shame. So he doesn't feel shame over how he treated Tav. He doesn't feel guilt over how he drove them to suicide. No, instead he blames Tav for their decision because they're spoiled and unthankful.

He is not the problem, they are. He gave them everything. Everything one could ever want, they had. He game them power. He gave them wealth. A palace. A life filled with all sorts of pleasure, right by his side. He granted them eternal fucking life. What more could they want? What more could anyone want? He did everything for them, and they threw it right back at him like a spoiled little brat. He should've been sterner, should've kept them on a tighter leash. Should have showed them his bad side so that they'd learn what staying on his good side meant.

The only thing he'd probably actually feel is loss, but once again... it'd be different. It's probably less the gut-wrenching feeling of loneliness that suddenly haunts you when you remember that you won't ever get to speak to someone again because they're no longer here and more the upset of loosing a beloved item. So more of a 'fucking hell that was my favourite fucking thing and now it's gone'. There'd probably be some despair in there because he can't simply replace Tav but that despair is, once again, likely tied to his possessiveness and not to true loss. He'd be desperate because he wants them - he wants them - but not because he's just lost the one he loves.

That's probably the reaction I'd expect of ascended Astarion and, as you can tell: It's not what one would expect of a fanfiction, yes? We'd expect the heartbreak and the sorrow, the guilt and the tears because we love Astarion and Astarion is supposed to love Tav. We want him to love Tav. And those who like him ascended want him to love Tav even as his ascended self.

Now, does that mean the reaction I described wouldn't make a good stroy? Absolutely not! In fact, I do believe it would be a nice switch up in between the very heavily romanticised ascended-fics because it adds that shot of realism. (As much realism as a high-elf-vampire can have, at least.)

So, what I'm trying to say is: Don't worry too much about what is "correct" and what isn't and instead focus on what you want to achieve. If you want to hit your readers with the sad truth of ascended Astarion, maybe go for the approach I described. And if you want to be a bit softer and more romantic, have the boy cry tears of woe.

Or you could go totally crazy and do both things - have someone watch him and describe how they see it - the points I just mentioned - but once you describe what's happening inside him, go full on romance novel and break our hearts!

Find your own path, petal, I'm sure it will be a lovely read either way!

[a-s-levynn]

I really did not want to put my two cents into this but i'm so tired at this point. I hate dropping into discourses and debates, basically avoided it like plague but this one is just.. ticks me off so bad.

So if anyone is interested what my opinion on the "Sleep Token, metal or not?" stupidity, by all means read on. I just had to get this out so bad.

I hate the "is ST metal or not" discourse so much. It's stupid and irrelevant. It is metal. It's not some magical thing that defies every genre it touches.

Those metal elitists who say it isn't metal are either don't know the genre they are so adamantly try to "keep pure" or think metal only consists of metalcore, numetal or deathcore, because that's all they listen to. Metal isn't just Slipknot, Lorna Shore and Slaughter to Prevail.

Metal isn't just screams and bleghs and arf arfs. If we say that then what the fuck genre is fucking symphonic metal supposed to be for example? Or folk metal? Or heavy metal bands? Or any power metal band?

Ffs people.. Metal is a blanket term that has subgenres. Which were always varied and not all of them has screaming and growling as an essential part.

Do ST has straight up pop songs? Yes. Does ST have jazz, djent, rock, rnb, sometimes trap and whatever else the fuck you wanna name elements? Yes, of course. Genre mixing is their thing, we established that. But also do at least half the ST songs have harder riffs and in general heavier instrumentals than half the mainstream metalcore bands? Also yes.

Just because the singing isn't your "traditional metal singing" it doesn't mean it's not metal. Take Nightwish for example. When they started opera singing over metal music, it very much was not the "standard metal singing". Were they metal regardless? Yes.

Come on guys.. ST is not a unicorn in a field of horses. It's metal. You don't have to put a subgenre on it if you don't want to, or don't know which one would be appropriate. But it is metal and metal it's gonna stay no matter how hard anyone tries to state otherwise.

PS.: SORRY FOR THE EXCESSIVE SWEARING

[seamgel]

rating LS members by how i think they'd feel, taste, smell and sound like !!! [i only watch like a few of them so some may be inaccurate, it's all /lh btw]

4C: he feels like jelly ofc, prob tastes sour-sweet, smells of daisies and sounds like soft wind 3/4 [i hate sour things ckdjskdn]

Rek: tastes like syrup, feels like sorta airy and soft, defo smells like fresh air and he sounds like birds chirping 4/4 :3

Terrain: he smells of leaves and mint [is mint leaves ???], he tastes like make-up, sounds like a piano and feels like a mossy rock 2/4 [mmm make-up is blegh and i do not like the smell of purely mint]

Zam: smells like petrichor [the highest of compliments], sounds like soft sheep bahs, he feels like quick sand and tastes like a strawberry lolipop 4/4 !!!

Jaron: he feels smooth and silky, tastes of caramel, def smells like sticky notes and sounds like a creaking swing 4/4 :]

Planet: sounds like the rumbling of inside a car [driving home at night after a long day !!!], tastes like cotton, smells like a lemon and feels like butterfly wings 2/4 [cotton blegh, and the smell of lemons<<<]

Bacon: smells of lavender candles, feels kinda like a rough rock, tastes like hot chocolate [ik i could've said bacon but he does NOT taste like bacon !!! /lh] and sounds like laughing children 3/4 [lavender candles kinda smell not like lavender yk ??]

Red: he tastes of steak, smells like dry wall, feels like magma and sounds kinda like the quiet of night 3/4 [ouch magma]

Vi: sounds like echoed screaming [like with a heavenly voice tho-], defo tastes like whipped cream, he feels like a rough carpet and smells like actual lavender 2/4 [rough carpet bad :[ i fucking hate whipped cream who the fuck likes whipped cream]

Subz: smells of shrubbery, tastes like paper, sounds like angry bass [the instrument not an angry bass cksjdkn] and he feels like fur 4/4 :D<

Mapicc: smells like make-up, he defo tastes like mint [fuck yea slay king], sounds like rubble crashing and feels like metal 4/4 :]

Ro: tastes bitter like paint, sounds high pitched idk how to explain it, feels like a fluffy gown and smells like water 2/4 [mmm paint, high pitch hurts my ears :<]

Parrot: feels like scratchy fabric, smells like salt water, sounds like snow yk ?? and tastes like coffee 2/4 [coffe and scratcht fabric<<<]

Spoke: he sounds like a screaching car [i'm sorry king], tastes like gummies, feels airy and cold and smells like a fresh book 3/4 [i'm so sorry king]

Poafa: smells like air spray [idk what it's called cksnkd], sounds like the chatter of a cafe, tastes vv faint but vv funky and feels like grass 4/4 :>

Mid: she feels like cardboard ?? smells like smoke, sounds like howling wind and tastes like spicy ramen 3/4 [do not like the smell of smoke ty]

Branzy: tastes like rubber, rlly smells like metal, he sounds like Potential Breakup Song by Aly & AJ i'm not joking, feels like tree bark 2/4 [bah rubber and metal :P]

Clutch: he feels like fire, tastes like blood, sounds like soft knife sharpening and smells like a restaurant [look i was listening to And everything around us burns i'm sorry pdiejd] 4/4 !!!

Cube: tastes like plastic [rubix cube head], smells like a city, feels like a sunset and sounds like a loud, low rumbling 3/4 [plastic is super blegh !!]

Minutech: sounds like the sounds of the galaxy, feels warm like soup, tastes like ice and smells like chemicals 3/4 [mmm tasty chemicals]

Jumper: tastes like flowers, smells like dust, sounds french [idk either hon] and feels sorta like playdough 3/4 [dust is unpleasent]

Clown: tastes like cotton candy, sounds like gears creaking, feels like cold tiles and smells like toxins 2/4 [toxins are p self explanatory tbh and cold tiles<<]

Pangi: smells like sand, sounds like a banjo [what a funky dude], feels like thorns ans tastes like tacos 4/4 :3

Vortex: feels warm, sounds like laughter, tastes sour and smells like a forest 3/4 [sourrr]

Leo: tastes like ink, smells like lemons, feels like fur and sounds like bangs 1/4 [shit that's the lowest score, i'm so sorry, the only good thing is fur,,,,,,]

Woogie: sounds like an electric guitar, feels like snow, tastes like milk tea and smells like plastic 3/4 [plastic does not smell good, it barely has a smell but it's bad]

Ash: tastes vv much like soup, smells like daisies, sounds like Dark Beach by Pastel Ghost and feels like rushing water 4/4 :D<

i am so sleepy i spent an hour and half on this (, ,｡)

[smolghostbot]

Battle Against A True Hero: Finale

Did I say three-parter last time? I meant four. But then I decided to put the final two together because I think it flows better that way. So here's a twofer. Part 3 is a retelling of Part 2 from Contralto's POV, and then Part 4 is the proper conclusion.

Link to Part 1

Word Count: 1.7k combined Contralto character reference CWs: Brief allusions to a minor neck injury. Taglist (By request!): @reborrowing

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Part 3

… What's… that noise…? Ack! I fell asleep out in the open! But… perfect, the human's nowhere to be seen, and I'm still here… they must not have noticed me.

But where are they… ah! Over there, by the, uh, the oven! I've seen this before, the human is cooking breakfast. I could sneak attack! But… that's not very heroic, only villains do that. What to say to announce my presence… something cool, for sure. What would a hero do… ahem…

“So… the human has finally arrived! Are you prepared to meet justice?”

No, wait, that's terrible, I should have prepared it… what?

“Gimme one second, and then I’ll listen to your heroic speech again, okay?"

Ah, perfect, the human didn't even hear it! Okay, time to plan… not like there's anything else to do, getting up here took a lot of effort. Hm, I could mention my goals again, heroes always do that… Okay, remember the titles, Hero of the Sprites, Defender of the Helpless, the Hero Who Never Gives Up… should I switch the order? No, no, I have to commit. A real hero always introduces themself the same way. Okay, wait, human's coming!

-

"Would you like some?"

Blegh! Of course not! How could humans even stomach such a horrible thing! The smell of burned flesh… it was making her sick just being so close to it…

“Oh, you’re like vegetarian or something? I should have thought of that… sorry. I have, uh, I can make some toast? It’s like bread, but-”

And now they mock her?! Of course I know what toast is, it's what humans on TV eat when they're late to school! And how dare they expect me to accept food from them! Although… It has been a while since I last ate…

-

Why are they looking at me like that? I was trying to be respectful, I even practiced how to say it and everything: itadakimasu. Did I say it wrong? They don't seem offended, at least. Not that it matters, since they're about to be slain! … But no, a hero must be polite, even to their opponents.

-

Finally, the fight begins! And the human isn't even going to fight back! Ha! They thought their empty words would stop me!

… (But were they right?)

No! Get it together, Contralto! This is a human! You know what they're capable of… They're massive and evil and hate sprites and if they see you, they'll eat you! I mean… I've never seen that, but my parents always said so…

But I don't need to worry about that! I have the strongest power of all on my side, the power of believing in myself! Me and my weapons will defeat this human, gain their power, and then defeat the rest of the humans, and then sprites will no longer live in hiding! It's a flawless plan!

It's finally time, time to give my best speech ever, the last one this human will ever hear, so I better make it good! Ahem…

"As you wish, human. Prepare to be struck down by the hopes and dreams of every sprite in the world! All of our power, flowing through these sacred blades, with one singular focus: To annihilate you and every other horrible human in the world! Now, prepare to be brought to justice by Contralto, Hero of the Sprites, Defender of the Helpless, the Hero Who Never Gives Up!"

And with that, it's time! To power up my blades and deliver the ultimate strike!

"Hyaaaa!!!"

Now… I strike! Again! Again! Again!

…

…

Huff, huff… I… I failed… even with all that power… Going for their weak spot… But they look like nothing even happened… and the way they're holding me… this is so… humiliating…

"Are you done?"

"You… you think I'm going to give up that easily? I told you… I'm the hero who never gives up… put me down, I wasn't finished!"

The human looks frustrated… they're taking a deep breath… is this it? Brace for it, this is when they finally take their turn to attack… huh? Why are they putting me down…?

Part 4

"... You're determined, I'll give you that. But listen, kid, it's going to take ages to kill me like that, and honestly, it's a Friday, I'm not really in the mood to die, y'know? So how about we, uh… call a truce?"

The sprite sat dejectedly on the couch cushion where she was placed, her brow furrowing in frustration as the human called her a child, accidentally adding more salt to her wounded spirit.

In front of her, the human remained seated on the floor, using his shirt sleeve to cover the injury from Contralto's "final attack". After a long moment of silence, the sprite spoke, all of her previous gusto gone from her voice.

"I failed… I couldn't even defeat a single human… how am I supposed to help everybody now?"

There was a moment of silence from the human, who was staring at Contralto, thinking. The sprite stared anxiously as the human's giant, unblinking eyes peering down at her, as if she expected the human to strike back at any second. What she didn't expect was a surprisingly gentle response from the otherwise aloof human.

"Look… why don't you, uh, tell me about this great cause you're fighting for, and maybe I could, I dunno, help somehow? I mean, I'm not about to go kill people or anything, but, I dunno, I trust that your heart is in the right place here…"

Contralto stood up and cleared her throat, preparing to give another speech, only to get interrupted by the human.

"Er… how about we just talk? No speeches. So I got that you're a 'sprite', and apparently your kind have been living in humanity's shadow or whatever, but what does violence solve exactly?"

Her shoulders slumped a bit, silently complying with the human's request. After all, he had won the fight, and could technically strike back at any second… not that the sprite thought he would.

"Okay… my plan was to make it so we wouldn't need to live in hiding anymore… we all learn to live in secret, so that the humans can't hurt us or other sprites, but we're still able to live close enough to them, to… uh…."

The human raised an eyebrow at this pause, as Contralto suddenly looked unusually nervous, before she hastily carried on. "But a-anyways, I was sick of living in secret! Why should humans get to do whatever they want, but we have to live in fear of being seen! So I was going to destroy every last human, so that none of them could hurt us anymore, you… you don't have to hide from something that's dead! But I couldn't even kill one! And they weren't even trying to fight back!"

A chuckle was not exactly the response Contralto expected, as she looked warily at the human.

"Your big plan… was to kill eight billion humans? Listen, kid, there are humans who have tried that and failed. I don't want to ruin your dreams, but you may need to set a more reasonable goal."

Contralto's heart sank as the human's words set in. 8 billion?! How much is a billion? Surely a lot more than she was estimating.

"So… why do your people fear humans, anyway? I get that we're bigger, but I promise that not every human has it out for you. I mean, I haven't hurt you, have I? Even in self-defense? Like I said before, there are probably some real villains out there, but you can't just say every human is dangerous and evil."

The human looked at Contralto, waiting for a response, as she sat and processed his words.

"But you could…" Was all the sprite could mutter.

"Sure… a human could hurt me, too, but I don't fear every human. Yeah, it would be easier because you're small, but I'm just saying, maybe… you could at least accept that there are some okay humans out there?"

Contralto sighed before standing up, some of her previous bravado returned.

"Human! You… may be correct, that not all humans need to be slain. And that is why… I, Contralto, Hero of the Sprites, Defender of the Helpless, The Hero Who Never Gives Up, will spare your life. As thanks, for this important lesson."

The human smiled gently, seeing the little hero was sounding more like her boisterous self.

"Gee, thanks. So… what do you do now? Ride off into the sunset to find people to save? You are the, uh, 'Defender of the Helpless' and all…"

Contralto beamed, hearing the human call her by one of her many titles. However  her head soon dropped as an uncertain tone entered her voice.

"I… don't know… since I was a kid, defeating the humans has always been my dream… but you may be onto something there… I guess I could find sprites in trouble, and help them."

The human chuckled as they saw the realization in the tiny sprite's eyes as she continued. "Yeah. Yeah! What's more heroic than that! I'll be a traveling hero, defending those I encounter and saving them from harm! It's perfect! Human, you are truly full of wisdom!"

"You really don't need to keep calling me 'Human', you know. The name's Clay. And, I'm going to be late for work, so I'm going to have to ask you to start your heroic journey sooner rather than later."

With an excited shout, Contralto lept to the floor, running towards a small hole in the wall that Clay hadn't even noticed before, and started to sneak through, before she turned around and spoke one final time, in a more level tone than before.

"Seriously… thank you, Clay the Human. I hope our paths cross again someday."

With a bow and a dramatic swish of her cape, she disappeared. Clay stood there for a moment, trying to process what just happened, before bursting into laughter at the tiny figure's theatrics. Despite the surreal morning, he secretly wished the same.

[keichanz]

Big fan of your works. I'm writing a personal fic on Docs inspired by My Brother's Best Friend, but it's literally gotten everywhere and nowhere all at once. 😭😭 (I suck at consistency with establishing my characters. I give them two lines of dialogue and then a whole two paragraphs of backstory, it's so BLEGH)

Sorry if you get this question a lot, but have you ever thought about taking writing commissions at all??? 🫣🫣

wait wait waaaaaaaittt. you're telling me my hastily-written, unedited, excuse to write porn with the barest hint of plot actually inspired you to write your own fic? ;ajdfijdf AAAAAHHHH BROOOO WHAT iloveyoucanireadit?

that said i totally get what you mean lol. it's the worst feeling, because you know where you want to go, your hands get ahead of yourself and start writing, but then your brain is like wait no slow down you need to do this first, but you don't want to get rid of what you've already written, so you have to like add in context and edit and suddenly it's a giant fucking mess that's everywhere and you hate it but love it but hate it.

actually no i don't get that question a lot. tbh i have considered it at one time, but that was when i was very active in writing and pushing out content at least once every two weeks or so, maybe less. and also honestly speaking, i wouldn't even know where to begin with all the pricing and what have you. i'm not a very uuhhh. what's the word...smart? person lmao laijsdfahlkufd

....out of curiosity, though....if i did do commissions...would you commission me? 👀

[nikethestatue]

wait, bryce used truth-teller in hofas?

(i don't have the book, nor do i have the energy to read it so i'm just lurking around for spoilers i'm sorry)

She stole it from Azriel.

She sort of used it--in conjunction with Starsword. Not by itself.

(personally hating the fact that she even touched it. Blegh)

[happyccino]

i only made it about halfway through the rwrb movie before i had to concede it was every bit as cringey as i'd feared it would be and i genuinely couldn't handle any more of it

like even wayyyyyy way back when i first knew it was going to be a movie and we didn't have casting news or anything yet, i already figured that taking the emotional slowburn that plays out over 400 pages and cutting it down into a 90-120 minute movie was gonna. well. suck. i've recently accepted that i largely dislike movies bc everything happens too fast, especially wrt romance. and yep this boiled down alex & henry's relationship to warp speed montage moments before they are In Love and ughhhh it's just boring and bland and makes me wish i could hack am*zon and put a watermark over the whole movie that says "JUST READ THE FUCKING BOOK" (not that the book is like a+ but it's adorable and a lot of fun and it's a comfort book in a way the movie could never ever be a comfort movie)

THEY CUT JUNE ENTIRELY?? AND CUT OUT THE FACT THAT ALEX'S PARENTS ARE DIVORCED? IT'S A KING INSTEAD OF A QUEEN OF ENGLAND???? just. blegh. so many weird changes like that that i knew i should expect bc book-to-screen adaptions almost always have to be so inexplicably WEIRD but i still hate it all. i'm sure the latter two were changed to make it somehow more widely appealing?? or some dumb shit like that?? which uh. the kind of people who would watch a movie with explicit gay sex would not care that the president is a divorcee and the homophobic ruler of england is a woman. MOST OF US ALREADY READ THE BOOK. and literally why cut june out entirely. alex lost a whole sister. the fuck.

i also hated that they made alex's reasons for "hating" henry so one-note and petty, though i guess more-so i hated how short and trivial the whole cupboard talk was. like yeah the first meeting was awful and justifiable enough to hold a grudge, but that whole cupboard talk had been The Turning Point so shaving it down so much just made everything else about their relationship ring false and blah.

the politics were bland, the dialogue was bland, the acting was bland, i'm sorry everything was just. bleeeeeegh. i mean even the best bits of dialogue they kept from the book were ruined bc i'm sorry but i really do not at all like the actors they chose for alex and henry. the way they read the texts and emails was like they were high school bullies reading the gay kid's messages out loud to the class it all just sounded. mocking and cold and WEIRD.

i only made it to the part where alex comes out to his mom and i tried to be happy about the whole "the b isn't silent" thing but it was just another in a collection of dialogue that was all tired, overused lines. (though to be fair to the movie and critical of myself, that isn't the kind of line that makes it to mainstream much, if ever. it just still feels like a really lazy line. idk. i was just sick to death of the dialogue by that point so what should've been a nice line to hear just didn't land for me at all. all the political dialogue was so hackneyed i was just like "why do you all hate uma thurman so much" lol poor woman had nothing to work with with those lines)

another book that tragically does not survive the to-screen adaption. ah well. i think i will palate cleanse with some go2 before i pass out

[luveline]

i've been going through a really similar experience with my own writing, so i really empathise with the way you're feeling. it fucking sucks. especially because (for me, at least) people being supportive about it almost makes you feel worse (and then in turn feeling bad about people being nice makes you feel EVEN worse, like what a vicious fucking cycle). like, i know they're being so genuinely kind but it fundamentally clashes with whatever's going on in my brain so it's easy to disregard or see it as disingenuous or overly optimistic (like, i don't feel talented. i don't feel like a particularly noteworthy writer. so i'll just smile and say thank you and then go back to feeling like shit and obsessing over the negative comments)

ANYWAY what really spoke to me was the way you said even thinking about your blog, or a character that caused anon hate, or any of it inspires dread. i feel that way too. i went m.i.a. from tumblr for a solid few weeks because of it, and even then i couldn't stop thinking about it and feeling awful. like my heart would race when i thought about opening the app or reblogging something or ANYTHING

also, the feeling that you're betraying yourself (blegh corny) is so fucking real. like you're giving up on something you've put so much time and effort and thought into (and that people keep telling you means a lot to them, too) just because someone maybe said or did something not so nice to you. it feels like shit. like you're weak for getting upset over something (that, to be fair, most people would be upset over) because none of this is meant to be that serious

i don't know if this is helpful in the slightest (especially because it's kind of just me talking at you about something you already understand and experience) but i want you to know that you speaking about how you're feeling made me feel seen because it's so similar to how i'm feeling. it's like, the things that used to be fun on here aren't anymore because you have to exist in a intensely self aware space where you overanalyse everything you do/say and feel at least a little nervous every time you get a notification or some interaction, even if (proportionately) the odds are it's something very supportive

(no pressure to answer this, i just felt like letting you know that what you're going through isn't a personal failing... or if it is then we are personally failing together lol)

no really I'm gonna kiss you on the mouth cause god am I I sorry you're going through this but christ I am fucking relieved 😭😭 I'm so sorry for being relieved

I KNOW it's tacky, it will always be tacky, but every time someone says to me "You're a good writer" I have that moment (which changes in length depending) where Im just thinking no I'm not. I don't like to make other people feel bad or awkward and I know the right thing to do is say thank you, but when you don't believe what the other person is saying, the thank you doesn't feel as genuine as they deserve and then you hate yourself for hating yourself

The dread thing, I'm so glad to know you know how that feels, but so sorry too, but there's a big relief in knowing my brain hasn't individually pathologised a new strain of worrying. And the weight of self awareness. I think, besides fighting with yourself, there will always be people who want to misunderstand you. If you don't phrase something specifically and add disclaimers you worry later on that someone will emerge from the woodwork and neg about it because that's a thing people really do. And so, like you said, notifications stopped making me happy and started to make me worry instead. I turn my anonymous asks off after I make a personal post most of the time because I know from experience that someone will find error in what I've said and seek to correct me, and it's kind of the same for fic. I used to be really excited after posting a new chapter, now I turn off my phone 😭 Not saying this is the absolute 100% source of my dread, but it def doesn't help!

Thank you for letting me know angel. I don't know if anything that I've said in return has any merit, or even makes sense, or is useful to you, but I'm really grateful to know how you feel

[mintymemesandrpshop]

Ouran Highschool Host Club Bloopers, Part 1:

"We welcome you poor man, to our world of- Crap!" "You are just, awesome, in your blue shirt and hair, love it." "I Can't Read, really." "You should accept it, it'll commemorate your graduation from being a total whore." "All blooty is bootyful." "That was absolute shit-" "Listen up shorty. You realize how much taller I am than you right now. So listen up, beyotch." "I guess I can't say beyotch, hehe." "But I thought you were the one who wanted her to have a good blehblehblublahbluhblabbablep." "aaaaaaaaaaloha~...." "You guys may look different- I mean Alike. crap." "I'm gonna..keep talking and then I'm gonna do this next line." "Today the pink one is....one of em, and I don't know which one the blue one is. i hate them..." "I never give fal complebleblahbleh!" "bluh! bleh! blebeblah! .....sorry." "no fair someone like you as tiny as you is not supposed to have someone as big like that as a friend cause you're really tiny and it's awkward. just sayin'." "I can't read, either, sorry kid." "Hey, you should make the crossdresser homo person do all of your shit!" "It seems right now we have a perfect blend of blabbadabbadabbadabba....doo." "Hey! if you're gonna- No." "I guess the ahhhhabalaba Pool Good. 'kay." "Any....and stuff, with jungle?" "I'm sexy [name]. Bring it on ladies, I can take all three o' yas..." "oh Boo, i Hate this line..." "takes a lot more'n that ta kill a bug. shoot." "I'm fine guys, I don't need a doc- thhhpt egagadbleblebleb yeah. I need a doctor." "That's the line that was written instead of the one I just made up. okay." "It's really hard to talk with milky way in your mouth." "maybe he's right, maybe i should learn...how to read." "guys I'm really sorry....that I'm about to puke. all over you. blegh." "I guess I never realized what a nice guy you were. uuuuh eh y'know, and that you look great without your shirt on."

[vibrantfangz]

Wam-Bam!!!

You’re one of my favorite artists, so I hit you with the alphabet of

Questions

A- Are you feeling ok?

B- Barnacles! (What makes you the most peeved?)

C- Color scheme (What’s your favorite color scheme?)

D- Dashing (What fictional character are you most attracted to?)

E- Effortless (What’s your go to hairstyle?)

F- Favorite fantasy world?

G- Girls or boys or neither?

H- Hate (Who do you hate the most?)

I- Intern (If you could be an intern for anyone in the entire world, who would it be?)

J- Jokes (What’s your type of humor?)

K- Kids (How do you feel about kids? Annoying or endearing?)

L- Love (Have you ever been in looooooove?)

M- Movie (What’s your favorite movie?)

N- Nightmare (What’s your worst nightmare?)

O- Obviously 🙄 (What’s a random fun fact that you know?)

P- Powers (If you could have any power, what would it be?)

Q- Q-T-Pie (What’s the cutest thing on earth, would you say?)

R- Really ugly (What is the ugliest feature of a person?)

S- Sad (What’s something that makes you sad?)

T- Tiktoktiktok (What do you like to do in your free time?)

U- Understanding (What’s the most redeeming quality someone can have?)

V- Violence (How much do you traumatize your ocs?)

W- Weather (What’s your favorite type of weather?)

X- IDK WHAT TO DO FOR X I’M SORRY 😔🙍🏻‍♀️

Y- Your biggest hyperfixation rn

Z- Zoopals! (Favorite animal?)

OHHH THOS IS SO SWEET IVE NEVER GOTTEN ASKS LIKE THIS <333 TYSM

A- absolutely! I'm doing fantastic :] how about yourself?

B- Eugh that's a hard one, even though I get peeved easily haha... in terms of art, something that irks me is Art Drama and artists gaining clout over mean trends

C- OOOH pastels!! Rn my favorite combo of colors are yellow, pink and blue!! Aka my signature colors haha

D- Tech from the Bad Batch is the first to top my mind, but when I was younger, I had a huge crush on Darth Vader LOL

E- Oftentimes in a ponytail!! But I used to wear braids ALL the time in middle school

F- OOOH that's a hard one, but probably strange and whimsical ones like the World of Studio Ghibli and The Wizard of Oz, as well as Genshin Impact!

G- If this is about sexuality, I'm currently unlabeled! I know I'm queer and I like everyone, but I don't quite care for labels. Although I did go through a pansexual, omnisexual and lesbian phase haha

H- Definitely 'pray the gay away' conservatives and just unaccepting people in general. Also weirdos like MAPs and Zoos, blegh

I- I've never thought about this!! It's something I'll save for later

J- Humor? Probably really random things LOL, but I find all types of humor unique!

K- Annoying and endearing at the same time. It depends. But I've met some really sweet ones at work! They make my work experience pretty funny sometimes

L- I've been in love a few times! I think- im still figuring out how feelings work haha. Of course, I've had a few childhood crushes, but the most notable was probably with an online friend I sadly cut off. We dated for a few weeks back in 2022 I think?? Ever since I cut them off I've sworn not to online date ever again LOL

M- OOOOH right now it's The Wild Robot, but I also like anything Studio Ghibli!!

N- I've had worse ones than this, but I like to tell this story a lot - when I was little I had a dream that the Cat in the Hat made my toys cone to life, and when I told my parents about it he got mad and made my toys turn on me with pitchforks LOL

O- the insides of figs are lined with dead wasps (yummy)

P- The ability to draw worlds and make them come to life!

Q- CATS!!! I have five, I love them dearly

R- I don't like to say any physical feature is ugly! The only ugly thing about anyone is the evil in their hearts.

S- Probably the thought of those i love passing away, especially my cats and mom </3

T- Draw, daydream, talk with my friends online and browse social media!

U- Learning from their past and choosing to grow from it.

V- A lot, haha :,) but I also love wholesomeness so I add in a good balance! Fret not, my ocs are in good hands!

W- FALL WEATHERRR <33 it's so cozy!!

X- LOLLL DW X IS A HARD ONE

Y- Probably SCAD... its silly but I've been researching Savannah College of Art and Design all week nonstop, and it's my first thought in the mornings

Z- Cats, hehe!! Like I said, I've got five of em!!

Wow, that was a lot- thanks for asking!!! I love to interact with my community ^0^

[onesaltyerik]

i have woken early and full of spite and coffee and frustration i am too physically exhausted to go for a run to get rid of the klaejbhk;jegfkduhvj,bhkj,b feeling and too pissy to be around people

though i think part of that is the people i'm stuck being around are my fam and i'm only staying with them at the moment because my roomate as the plague and i do NOT want to catch it for a FOURTH time

but my fam is literally making fun of me for "being paranoid" like I'm sorry, but yall didn't get sick with this shit and have it wreck your lungs and leave you literally bed ridden for a half a year, why don't you shut your trap ey?! (except sibling, sibling gets it, sibling takes me seriously)

so now i be hiding in the room i used to live in before i moved out and just

ew

don't like being inside

allergic to be outside (farmland full of pollen hates me)

just

blegh

i notice i sound like i'm constantly angry whenever i post online, i promise i'm mostly not, i just tend to post more when i'm frustrated

also like

i've noticed i tend to have a low mood swing during the waning and waxing gibous moon, da fuq is up with that? like clockwork each month, gibous moon occurs and i'm a depressed, pissed off mess? not blaming the moon for my own lack of seratonin production, but i am very baffled as to the coincidence, especially since full moons are weirdly correlated with people doing stupid shit as ER's tend to be full on full moon nights and it's been well documented that folks with mental health issues get weird during full and sometimes new moons. so am i weird during the gibous moons?