#brain goes buzz

[d-e-w-p]

I think one day I'll drown

In some self hatred or worse

And the few that left to mourn me

Shall not follow behind a hearse

A horse and wagon empty Nay, no marching men in sight A tarp drawn by a mongrel Trawling through day and night

And no grave shall be dug for me No six foot depth my home And if my old friends should find me It shan't be in a wormly hole

Need only look beside them In dirty, guttered streets Through litter, lurch and filth They'll find me at their feet

A loose and whethered binding Rope thick and wearied torn In a ditch is where you'll find me Hah! Where even dogs won't mourn

So drowned is where you'll find me In self hatred or worse A gutter wretch just winding On towards another verse

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

ED 13A - Hired Puppet It's all that you have ever wanted! Pray that you will never come to regret this decision.

(based on @youneedthisjob's current portrayal of protag that you should totally go interact/ send asks/ follow/ give love to because holy shit i've been going insane by fortune's characterisation of him. and protag's in a newly started arc akin to ED 13 so go send asks and get blasted with lore and pain)

((also also under the cut is a monochrome version without the pixel-esque overlay because he's too colourful. i want my grey tones.))

[teddybearsims]

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 | 𝟟:𝟛𝟘 ℙ𝕄 ⋆⁺𖤓₊⋆

Narration: Jude fumbles around a riff, frustration growing as he mumbles the lyrics.  Jude, singing quietly: I can’t move on, baby doll, waitin’ on calls, flippin’ through stations… His lighter clicks, and clicks, and clicks.  He leans against the windowsill, staring down at the bustling cityscape.  As he smokes, his mind whirs over the sights and sounds below.  He searches for a cure to this unending drought of creativity.  Retreating to his drum kit, he sits. And he listens.  And he waits. What are you waiting for? Or, better yet, who? You can’t write another song about your broken heart— Jude, interrupting the narration: Watch me.

[violetc4ts]

being neurodivergent is so funny bc why am i thinking so much about these little fictional gays from a niche disney channel movie from 2015 and why cant i stop

[dahldahlbills]

Carlos and Paz

[mrbeeboi]

That moment when fanart inspiration hits you like a truck while you’re supposed to be sleeping and you have work tomorrow

[e77y]

[misquigley]

let it be known that in this house, we love and respect soft body misty. honestly season one misty is canon through and through for my misty

[unavernales]

-- axing some muses, redoing my blog layout, adding some muses. if you need me, i'll be in the bog!

[jonny-b-meowborn]

dude playing Road 96 permanently altered my brain chemistry like I can't have a normal reaction to seeing a taxi anymore

[cygnahime]

Some things just came together in my head about my gender: so I think I feel a stronger sense of, like, Gender Solidarity with trans women than with other cis women? And, like, part of that is the Fat Thing, because there are a LOT of overlapping fears & shitty experiences along the lines of “your body is gross and socially unacceptable”

but also

I associate being bullied with - I was a girl who liked wearing long dresses. I never wore jeans. I grew my hair long but braided it down my back, no ponytail. And I - the girls who froze me out never said why they were doing it (that would have involved speaking to me), but I definitely connect it to...my feminine presentation was Weird and Bad. I wasn’t a “tomboy”; I was a girl dressing in unmistakably Girly ways, but...they were Wrong, and my peers made sure I knew it.

[raksh-writes]

Barely written like 3 paragraphs and already feeling tapped out 😪

Damn but trying to go back to writing after so long a writer's block really feels like pulling teeth...

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Ça va, mon ami?

... Oui?

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[floraesky-a]

She knows that there are eyes on her, she can practically feel them burning through her very being ( but she knows not of where or who the gaze comes from ). She turns in a flurry of brown curls and long grey cloak. She swallows and steels herself, expression showing how unafraid of the situation she was and how defiant she would be in the moment as well. Thoughts urge her to turn and leave, to return to Luke and Leia ( they need her so she needed to be careful and safe ). Yet, lips are parting for words to tumble without warning. " I know I am not alone . . . " Dark hues are searching everywhere in the darkness, why oh why did she wander into the dark in the first place? " Show yourself. " / @moonofiego gets a starter ( from padme, au ).

[misquigley]

deep breath: ....misty/mari...