#brain goes woosh !!

[venusincleo]

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟸. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚎.

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Warnings: MDNI • Terry Richmond x Black!OC Eden Laurent, angsty, a lil sad... that's all... 🥲

Summary: After the events in Shelby Springs, Terry moves out of town, and goes to Covington, LA. Messed up about what happened to his cousin, he tries to keep his head low and stack some money. Only halfway effective, with just money to show for his efforts, he slowly spirals with grief before he has a not-so-cute meeting with a young woman on her own healing journey.

Word Count: 1.3k💚

A/N: I'm tapping into my younger self with these shorter parts... {taking it back to my 2014 Wattpad days lmaooo} I hope you enjoy this fic as the story progresses. 🫶🏾

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The silence was deafening. Yet, there were so many elements in her peripheral, the young woman found herself glancing around the room every few seconds. The quiet tick of the analog clock right above the door, the short stints of heavier breath whenever one of her only students laughed at a TikTok on their phones. The calming woosh of the timed heater turning back on to fill the room with warmth. The ever-so-light taps of her nude brown pointe shoes against the carpeted dance studio. Eden had tried today.

She woke up and prayed to the Most High to give her courage, and to allow her to get out of her own way. She wore an ensemble fit to teach her favorite contemporary moves; adorned in her ballet cardigan and stirrup leggings. Her hair was beautifully curly and large, giving her an extra boost of confidence, and she felt good.

That was, until she walked the halls, perused the popular spots around the school to play hookie, snuck into the gym to promote her class, and still got nothing. Smiles that read ‘yeah, okay, bye.’ were her only replies, and now, she was sitting in her assigned room frowning at her phone like the two girls who always sat with her. They only ever said ‘hi’ and ‘bye’, and every once and a while asked to learn a TikTok dance. But that was it. 2 out of 415.

She allowed a sigh to leave her lips, and glanced from her phone up at the analog clock, and then back at her Instagram feed. Scrolling and scrolling.

After seeing one too many celebration posts from people she went to college with, who seemed to be doing way better than her, she exited the app in a hurry. Quick taps of her manicured digits helped her rake her brain for something that she could do, and soon, a lightbulb went off.

Navigating to her camera roll, she scrolled through her many videos of rough choreography and found her favorite one, then set her phone in her lap. As she rummaged through her Telfar, she grasped at her AirPod case, and then she was putting her left headphone in to watch the video. Tinashe’s Bouncin’, Pt.2 came through her AirPod and she watched her body flow around the slowed down melody and watery synths.

Her body moved slightly as her muscles remembered the majorette inspired routine, the words playing in her mind as she immersed herself in the recording. Hands up, back arched, hip popped, toes pointed.

She watched every movement, down to her facial expressions and just as the routine picked up –gained a soulful momentum– it fell back down. What was that? She rewinds the video and right at the part where Tinashe says ‘just like this…’ the energy is flat. Gone.

Pursing her lips in thought, she plays the choreo demo from the beginning but this time she closes her eyes to feel the song. ‘Watch it bouncin’ on the ground…’

She does the 8-count twice over in her mind, and then when she gets to the verse, she starts to think of something. Her fingers twitch as she imagines her hands outstretched, meeting in the middle of her chest, ‘can’t get any closer now…’.

Her eyes pop open, and she starts it over yet again, trying to think of another move or another, or another.

Briiiiiinnnng. The school bell rings, and the two girls are halfway out the door, leaving her to contemplate. Why can’t I get this…what is it missing?

The intercom clicks on with the after-school announcements, and she makes sure to grab her bag, checking around where she sat as not to leave anything. Once she cuts the light off and steps out of the desolate studio, she can hear the faint ding of a notification from her phone. With a slight tap to her home screen, she reveals the message to see an unsaved number.

‘Hey this is Terry from the store.’

Eden’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and she readies her thumbs at the keyboard to respond. Only, nothing comes to her just that quick. I didn’t expect for him to reach out. She reasoned. By the third day that she hadn’t gotten a text, she just assumed he wasn’t interested in her advice. And she was fine with that.

With swift glides along the digital keyboard, she queues up a reply, and then follows it up rather quickly.

Hi Terry 👋🏾

How’s your day been?

Eh not the best… how about you?

It was fine…wanna talk about it?

You free for me to call?

Eden looks up at the foot traffic heading out of the school, and she sighs.

I will be in a few

Terry looked at his screen for a moment longer, his shoulders rising and falling slowly as he stood in thought. He really needed a distraction…something…

cool.. call me when you can

After sending the message, he shoved the cool device into his pocket and ventured for the back room yet again. He was really supposed to be taking his lunch break, but his mind wouldn’t let him rest for too long without asking him harsh questions… Why Mike…why not me?

Unfortunately, sitting at the cold steel table in the break room with nothing good to occupy his time was too much to handle. He had to keep his body moving. Anything involving an accelerated heart rate was enough to act as a chaser to this survivor’s guilt that was plaguing him. And he needed something for the burn.

His footsteps were quiet as he basically snuck back to work. Quiet, but not enough to hide his large stature between the wide aisles of the warehouse. And of course, he was caught before he could really get his hands busy doing something.

“Richmond!” His supervisor’s voice was tinny, and he huffed through his nose at the sound. With a sharp pivot of his feet, he directly faced the average height, bald, white man.

“Head to the breakroom, you’re about to hit compliance.”

“Yes, sir.”

Terry’s footsteps were a bit heavier now, dragging just slightly as he took his sweet old time walking to the breakroom. Once he was under the warm light he dreaded, he made his way to the time clock and punched out for his break with a little over a minute to spare. Reluctantly, he beelined for his locker, and grabbed his Stanley transit bottle then his generic store brand water.

Just as he closed his locker door, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see Eden’s name. Instantly, he opened his locker back up and grabbed his work jacket, then locked it to prepare for his next thirty minutes.

Hoping not to miss the call, Terry tapped on the green answer button and put his phone to his ear as he exited the side door of his workplace. Going for his usual seat far from the rest of the benches, he heard a sweet voice call to him.

“Hello?”

“Yeah,” He clears his throat nervously. What am I even doing? “Sorry, I was clocking out for my break. I hope your day was better than mine.”

“Tell me about it… What’s been going on?” Terry hesitates. One second. Three…Six…Ten…

“U-Uh… I think it’s best I tell you more about myself before I start pouring my heart out…” He trails off, half-way expecting her to say she couldn’t care less. That she didn’t give a damn that his cousin died. That she had no sympathy for whether or not he could sleep without something on loud enough to drown out the noise. The pain. The memories.

“I’ve got time. Where did you wanna start?”

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♥︎ I do not condone any translations, replications or plagiarisms of my original work. Please do not repost as your own. Reblogs and comments/notes welcome. ♥︎

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@onherereading

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[aniseandspearmint]

XD

The dream left off there, but growing the idea a little (bc, not gonna lie, this is living rent free in my head a little);

-Frodo and Annatar probably looked each other up and down for 3 incredulous seconds. And then then simultaneously decided; this is a thing that goes on a mental shelf for now (if they keep stacking things in front of it, they can hold off on it forever! Surely that is a thing they can do that will definitely work!)

- Frodo is very wobbly. And disconcerted. And not used to having this much leg and arm tbh. Hobbits are small and easily overlooked! Now he can look Annatar in the eyes! He is Not Enjoying suddenly being a Big Folk and would like to have a nice sit down and cry about it maybe, but alas, they are in a dark and creepy tower and there is Danger, and he's suddenly very aware he's not wearing shoes. His feet are horrifyingly small and hairless, and kind of cold, and- he's gonna set that aside for now. Because DANGER. Perk of having a piece of Annatar still tho! He seems to instinctually remember the towers layout!

-Annatar and Celebrimbor can probably sense one another. They know the other is Here Too, and that is a RELIEF, even tho Annatar probably had to send the vague impression of 'oh-thank-Eru-youre-here-too! Gotta-concentrate-on-not-dying! Luv-you-see-you-soon!' And then concentrate on avoiding guard rotations with a wobbly coltish Frodo beside him, then picking locks on 12 confused prisoners chains. Finrod is not as confused so much as just very very relieved (They do not have the keys. Sauron has the keys. They're resourceful tho, and found, IDK, some little iron spiky bits somewhere?)

-Finrod is so fucking relieved. He has had this nightmare before, frequently even, but he CAN tell the difference between a nightmare and reality and Knew the instant his soul snapped into his old body that this was Real. And unlike Celebrimbor there isn't a bond with Annatar to comfort and reassure him. So for the bit between waking and Annatar showing up, he thinks he is ALONE. At the beginning of the worst experience of his entire existence. O__O

-Annatar absolutely gets grabbed and hugged by a silently crying Finrod the INSTANT the locks are picked.

Then;

Finrod: *squints at the other elf picking Beren out of his chains* Who is-

*strange elf turns a little and gives him a Look*

Finrod: ... FroDO?!?!?!? How-

Annatar: We have no idea. We're Not Talking About It NOW. Now let go and grab a spike and pick a lock! We need to get OUT of here before HE comes looking!

Finrod: Sure, okay, why not. This might as well happen.

- Finrod's ten are thoroughly THOROUGHLY confused. But like, time and a place for questions. Sauron's dungeon is Not It.

-Annnnd they almost make it out, but Sauron catches them! Because would it truly be Harrowing related if there WASN'T an uncomfortable reflection on ones past actions and personal growth?

-Sauron is VERY CONFUSED. This is an ELF. That is, in a Truth of the World Undeniable Way, him. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Mairon.exe has crashed.

- Annatar, for his part... Is embarrassed and angry, probably? He is literally face to face with a person that is petty and evil and terrible, and he REMEMBERS BEING THIS ASSHOLE. UGH!

- IDK if they would talk much beyond a 'who/what tf are YOU' and a 'wouldnt YOU like to know' exchange? Sauron because he's in a mental loop of 'wtf wtf WTF' and also getting his ass handed to him, and Annatar because he's been this person, he knows trying to talk would be wasted, and the less Sauron knows to tell Morgoth eventually, the better.

MEANWHILE

- Celebrimbor knows Annatar is here also, and is smart enough to know where he likely landed, and also knows that he can't get there in time to help probably. *angry and helpless gritting of teeth*

- Oh Eru, he'd managed to forget exactly how much of a flaming disaster Nargothrond was immediately after Finrod was ousted (lbr, it probably always was a bit, but now things are REALLY burning).

- I'm not sure if he'd stay? Like, the dream was vaguer on what he was doing. And iirc, the canon timeline is kind of vague too. I guess it depends on if this is right before Curufin and Celegorm have kidnapped Luthien, or after? Both have interesting potential.

- Celebrimbor: *looks at Nargothrond* yeah, no I'm out. Not doing THIS again. *goes to find Luthien*

- Either way, he probably ends up attaching himself to Luthien and Huan and meets Annatar and co halfway?

HEY.

I had the most interesting dream after falling asleep switching between the latest chapter of The Horrowing and a time travel fix it in another fandom. I thought you might enjoy a brief summary?

Post fic canon Annatar, Finrod, Celebrimbor, and Frodo getting the most hilarious do over of the First Age.

Finrod and Celebrimbor got dropped in their past bodies, bc same souls. Which has Finrod JUST captured by Sauron, before any of his 10 have been munched.

Celebrimbor is of course having a surreal not quite panic attack in Nargothrond.

Annatar, well. Annatar is CHANGED. He is quite literally too different from what he once was for them to qualify as the same soul anymore. Which is gratifying. If inconvenient bc there are now TWO of him, Annatar and full on Sauron. But they're similar enough that Annatar was dropped very close to Sauron.

Frodo is an elf. Dream logic was that hobbits do not exist yet, and his soul has touches of Annatar and Aman. He looks disconcertingly like a mix of Annatar and Celebrimbor, and they are NOT thinking about that right now. Hopefully ever.

Most of the dream centered around all of them doing their best to set aside freak outs, while getting Finrod and his merry band (plus Beren) OUT of Sauron's grasp.

There was a FANTASTIC moment where on the way out, Sauron comes face to face and soul to soul with Annatar and he's just like;

Sauron: *jaw dropped fully horrified face* WHAT are YOU?!?!?

Annatar: *shoving elves behind him, nose in the air* Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy. *uses Song to blast him through a wall while he's distracted*

The whole thing featured 10 other elves and Beren as a baffled peanut gallery.

Meanwhile Celebrimbor is weighing the pros and cons of just- drugging his uncles and shoving them in a back room somewhere where he can bolt the door. He thinks he can maybe get Huan to help if he explains?

It was SO much fun.

(hope you have a good day!)

Oh my god. This may be the best ask I've ever gotten, for so many reasons.

The fact that your subconscious was like "Yeah if Frodo's getting a new body it looks like Annatar For Some Reason"

The image of future!Annatar getting into a fight with Sauron in front of Finrod (probably happy about this development) and Beren and the other 10 (INCREDIBLY CONFUSED)

The fact that the dream was partially centered on everybody trying not to panic, which is in fact what the Harrowing is all about for a while

Absolutely incredible.

...I feel so bad for poor Celebrimbor dealing with Nargothrond all by himself while the others are off having adventures. I hope their next stop after the rescue is to swing by and pick him up. Also, I dearly want to know what Annatar has to say to Beren on the subject of his current Luthien-and-Thingol-and-Silmarils situation.

[kiigan]

ㅤSomething I mention in my list of sharingan-related headcanons is that it allows the user to identify the nature of a person's elemental release by the combination of colors of their chakra. This, in turn, allows the user to associate a specific chakra signature with a specific person, which is very useful when telling apart clones, transformations, etc.

ㅤIt goes beyond that, though! Every person also carries a specific aura, so to call it, that is the result of a combination of their temperament and their main personality traits. Unlike the elemental nature, which is mostly static, this "layer" is somewhat defined at birth but has great margin to change as the person grows up and accumulates life experiences, only becoming more definitive in adulthood (still malleable though). In civilians, for example, this aura is much more prominent and what configures their chakra signature for the most part.

ㅤOn the other hand, the user's ability to discern this chakra signature, re: both these "layers", also evolves and can (should!) be trained. Upon awakening their sharingan, what the user can see is mostly just a mess of entangled colors - especially if they are looking at somebody who has mastered several types of elemental release. As the user gains experience in using the sharingan and trains it, gradually they are able to make sense of this mess and they start being able to see the individual "threads" of color - until the whole fully makes sense and comes together like a beautiful painting.

ㅤThis learning curve also explains why, right after awakening the sharingan, the user becomes clumsy for a bit and has a difficult time properly coordinating their body. There is suddenly a vast woosh! of new information for their eyes to see and for their brain to process, and the muscles can't always keep up at the same speed. Depending on the user and the situation, this can actually cause sensory overload.

an idea inspired by the lovely @kikaichuno & @naruto-9tails ❤

[cr3stawrites]

i’m about to go to bed but i had one last thought of firecracker so hi sorry to bother

i imagine that like after the first week of firecracker staying in LA that warren is like “okay, maybe she just wants to explore a bit more.” and he doesn’t even mind because he LOVES his baby sister so even if she’s acting off or more giddy he just like shrugs it off as her being excited to see him again because it’s been like two years.

and then another week goes by, and then another, and by the time they hit a month and firecracker just has NOT gone home yet, warren is like ‘okay something’s up’ because what the hell, this girl has only packed enough clothes for three weeks MAX (firecracker is an over packer just like me i fear) like she HAS to be heading home soon right??? he also just wants his bed and random toilet back i fear.

but warren is big brain so he goes to check on firecracker but she’s not in her room, and it looks like she hasn’t been at it at ALL which is weird to warren because he’s literally woken her up in that room so many times and it’s a MESS just like when she’s at home, so he walks around and knocks on everyone else’s door to see if she was in there and then he gets to billy’s room.

and when warren opens it he’s just greeted with the sight of his BABY SISTER and BILLY DUNNE like making out or even in the process of taking their shirts off so naturally he’s like “WHAT THE FUCK” and they like jump apart and their eyes widened.

like billy and firecracker are both equally embarrassed because they did not want to tell warren about whatever was going on between them yet and he just walked in on them making out. and at first they’re all just staring at one another for like a few moments until warren is like “yeah we need to talk” and not so gently pulls his little sister out of billy’s room.

safe to say there was a very loud argument just outside the hallway and that opens the curtain for the next few years of firecracker’s life — woosh

but at least warren got his bed and random toilet back. so. there’s at least one happy ending in this house now. 🤞

[siennaditbot]

I've played Genshin so much that sometimes when I see groups of people on tv or irl my brain goes Kazuha mode like "I just need to press R2 and I can easily woosh them all in" lol

[ominoose]

OH MY GOD HELLO, MUSHI! I'M SKY! :-D I'M SO FREAKING GRATEFUL FOR REPLYING TO MY POST 😭😭😭 i'm a marvel nerd & also a former psych student in high school but somehow, all my knowledge just goes WOOOSH down the drain when it comes to Moon Knight. :'D i'm also v scared of Egyptian mythology because i find it creepy as fuck but i'm willing to move past my fears if it means that i can hyper-fixate on the show /properly/. my stupidity is altering my brain chemistry, i fear.

HI SKY!!! MY LITTLE SISTER IS CALLED SKYE THATS COOL!!!

I'm currently studying psych in Uni!! And a marvel nerd!!! And also have the memory of a goldfish, so it all goes woosh anyway.

I get how it can be scary, Khonshu certainly ain't the friendliest looking guy, kinda spooky. But I'm here for you!! Whatever you need when watching, my DMS are open :*

[brownhairedbookworm]

"Exactly. How do you like the little wooshing in your brain stem? Or is in your spine, right now~?", she coos as she goes to get the big blanket.

"It's nice~ Mmm, quiets the voices, so to speak." She gently flops onto the couch. "Made it to the couch!"

[shimmerbeasts]

Jinx still heard that mocking laughter, despite her wheezing and coughing, and how it filled her with ire. Purple eyes flashed ominously as the Loose Canon inspected Renata Glasc's face, gaze locking onto that mask. She wondered what the older woman's mouth looked like underneath. She wondered what it would look like to slip Zapper's barrel into her mouth and shoot. Would her jaw fracture? Would flesh split open like overly ripe fruit? Would skin rain down in wet, slippery flakes? Would she taste the tingle of electricity, or would her brain be fried before she could register that?

Renata's explanation shouldn't surprise Jinx. She wore those Piltie influences on her sleeves. That cleanly cut suit, that elaborately decorated jacket. Even her arm, which should have been a symbol of ingenuity and cleverness, felt more like some frivolous fashion statement than an item with personality. Jinx had caught glimpses of its intricate design, the whispered promises of something more, calling to her with the lure of a siren's song. Help me, free me, unravel me. Give me colour, give me life.

Oh, I am gonna get that arm.

She tore her focus away from the arm, refusing to reveal the sudden investment blooming in her belly. Jinx blew strands of cobalt blue hair out of a pale face and said: "Silco's Shimmer trade went well beyond the Undercity. You are not reinventing the wheel here. Though one could argue that it says a lot that you are showing your belly to those snobs who, without that perfume of yours, likely would never remember your name. Silco said that we should not have to rely on Topside for our prosperity. For if we do that, we will always be shackled to them. A chain is still a chain. Does not matter if it is made out of silk."

"I know that!", Jinx defended the former Chem-Baron angrily, "Why do you think Silco bought your medicine and pain killers in the Sickly Months? He wasn't stupid enough to trust the Doctor to cure an ailing population. And hey, you got rich from it. But pretending he did not do anything effective is still a lie!"

"I AM NOT USELESS!"

The words were shouted out through clenched fangs, the Shimmer surging through her body like an electric jolt. Jinx's fingers clenched and unclenched around an imaginary Hextech gem. She had stolen that technology first! She had cracked Topside's special little toy before anybody else! She had managed to use that stupid stone in her greatest inventions. She had saved these ungrateful, constantly bickering city-states from disaster! She was anything but useless!

Of course, Renata Glasc had no problems reaching for the lowest hanging fruit. For a few seconds, Jinx could hear the wooshing sounds of rapidly spreading, azure-blue flames, the sudden BOOM penetrating her eardrums, the feeling of weightlessness as she was thrown off the ledge... And bodies. So many dead bodies.

"I told you to stay away!"

Her heart pounded in her chest like a rabbit, warning its warren of danger. Jinx broke eye contact with Renata, trying her hardest to keep herself in the presence. Something damp and wet dripped down her neck, travelled across her back and drizzled around her feet. River water? Jinx shut her eyes and dropped back down in her seat, throwing her head into her neck. The sensation kept climbing higher. Up her calves, over her knees until it felt like she was submerged in the frigid waters of the Pilt up to her hip.

Silco's voice drifted past her ears like the river's current: "Familicide is considered a heinous crime in Zaun. One of its worst. They won't understand what you've done, and they'll resent you for it. Just like they have done with me. Do not show them that they get to you."

Jinx opened her eyes calmly. "I remember", she spoke, "There was a fire, wasn't it? All your family's work goes up in smoke. Is that how you lost your arm?" She nodded towards the prosthetic arm. "I wonder if there was still a stump. Did they have to amputate it? Or did you just rip it off, sinews snapping, muscles tearing, bones crunching? You must have been in so much pain. Maybe you should have traded places with Sevika. At least the brutish bear was knocked out cold when she lost her arm."

Jinx's gaze narrowed at the remark about how Renata Glasc would have wrung Silco's neck herself if he were still alive. She chided back: "Well, tough shit. Pow-Pow beat you to it. Though, at least there is one thing we can agree on: The other Chem-Barons could not even hope to handle a fraction of the power Silco held. I still don't believe that you are better than him. After all, if he is anything to go by, that seat of leadership is highly coveted down here."

Renata burst into a mocking laughter when Jinx started waving her hand and coughing, wheezing in response to the strong-smelling perfume being dispersed. Her arm had reconstructed itself like nothing had ever happened to it; it was a delicate and beautiful construct that held secret capabilities that none would be willing to believe easily. Especially not when the woman was visibly armed with the pistol secured in the, equally elegant, holster.

Everything about her and her attire, even her weapon and prosthetic were perfectly constructed and pieced together. She carried both elegance and intimidation in ways that had yet to be seen in Zaun. Piltovan flair with an Zaunite bite.

But the humor was over and a sigh escaped her as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is why you're so out of place, Jinx... This doesn't put food in the mouths down here? But it does. It's a product made here, then sold topside. They pay greatly for commodities like this, which then returns to the pockets of the people working for Glasc Industries."

"You, are out of touch. The Zaun Silco spoke of, the Lanes that he and I grew up in is no longer. Even the Lanes that you grew up in are no longer here. The world has changed, Zaun survived and has moved on. Beyond the legacy you and your old man have left behind."

But Renata grew irritated. Jinx wasn't seeing the picture, even if she didn't agree with Renata or her methods she wasn't seeing the blatant truth. Looking through blue and pink spray-painted glasses that not only colored but blocked out the truth. Renata shook her head again, rapping her fingers on her desk. "Like trying to present a case to a wall."

"Your father enforced quarantines. I offered medicine, breathers and medical care while fixing the problem. That's the difference, girl! And of course I don't deny that I had to get my hands dirty, this is still Zaun. No matter how much changed."

"Silco paved the way but he was an idiot, who wanted to do everything for his useless daughter." Renata directed one of the prosthetic's beautifully crafted fingers at Jinx. "I am not burdened by emotional attachment... And as, hah- difficult as this might be for you to understand, Jinx."

"You're not the only one who lost family; though in your case it's probably your own fault than someone else's." Renata shrugged; well aware that she was provoking the beast and playing with fire. She was in fact swinging the torch and purposefully hitting the beast to rile her up. "My family has been giving free health care when Silco, Vander and I were but children running around the streets looking for scraps!" Her voice grew fierce, direct. "And Piltover took my family from me! Long before we even mounted up an attempt at resistance!"

Now she was really getting agitated, and not even because of Jinx... She was pushing herself to this point but who cared? This brat wouldn't listen to her anyways. So sure, let's see how this'll go.

"Good riddance to Silco, I would've wrung his neck myself if he were still around. Him and the rest of those vermin who cling to the title of Chem Baron... There's a reason only I function. Because I run Zaun!"

[noodlesarecheese]

I can’t focus on anything other than the lovm cast list my brain feels like air hockey. The thoughts are just too slippery and the puck (the lovm cast list) is just bouncing back and forth so fast.

[nightshade-anura]

Nico either doesn't know who Luke Skywalker is, or has been force fed every obscure piece of information about Star Wars by a certain nerd, and to this day, I can't decide which.

[cqlfeels]

This is extremely random but I just realized I've never shared this and probably should

So this is Not At All what I was supposed to get from this video, but the first time I watched it (around 2019, I wanna say...?) my ADHD brain decided that it had found my permanent headcanons for young Lan-furen and Cangse Sanren and I've never been able to change my mind. So I think this video absolutely belongs on this blog!

It's not even the aesthetic of the thing that makes the headcanons work for me - it's how they move. It just... Suits the personality I imagine for them. Iirc the way I'd described it to a friend at the time is that Lan-furen should remind me of a butterfly (elegant but playful) and Cangse Sanren of a bird (fast and clever)?

[rollingpenguin]

Fishes got scales and if you punch them wrong you get hand gratin of your hand but if you punch them right your hand goes woooosh and slips on the surface so yeah

Im thinking akainu got hand gratined cause I saw no woosh

Pardon the weird words explanation thingy I'm drunk over studying too much, brain is fried, bye

OH YEAH SPEAKING OF DEATHS IN MARINEFORD

HOW DID JIMBE NOT FUCKING DIE!? LIKE HE GOT PUNCHED SO BAD L U F F Y GOT SCARRED. DIDN’T THE PUNCH POP HIM LIKE A PAPER PUNCHER???? IS HE JUST BUILT DIFFERENT???? IS IT A FISH MAN THING??? OR DOES THIS IMPLY ACE COULD HAVE LIVED IF LAW WAS THERE!?!?

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FISH MADE OUT OF????

[unstablemotions]

Me: *gets sad*

Me: oh no let's process this through someone else *transforms into comfort chatacter*

[aspiritofcompassion]

Everybody yell at Beth (me) to go to bed and drink some water, maybe if someone else says it I’ll listen

[actual-corpse]

I oft lament my lack of appropriate times to listen to Classical music... Because it fucking slaps... And like, I like modern stuff with lyrics and that good rock and roll sound...

So, I’ll listen to classical while doing homework... But, I get into it like the fucking music major I am...

[jin0]

I don't know how to tell you this but...I'm obsessed of you writing style. You have such a unique way of writing, I can feel the emotions in the fic. I don't know how to expres myself because words can't describe how I feel when I read your art. You ruined me. I cand't read another work without thinking about your fics. They are a work of art. I read them over and over and I still can't get enought. I love how you write tasm!peter! I didn't liked him so much before but after I read your fics I becomed obsesed with him!

omg...

omg ??? OMFG ???

okay i had to read this ask like five times to process everything cause my brain was just mushy the whole time and just wouldn't function correctly but omg ?? this genuinely has me feeling so many fucking emotions, i can't even express all of them.

everything you just said nonnie, that's genuinely making me really emotional cause that's everything i want to share and get right when i write (mostly the emotions cause i spend a shit ton of time trying to get them right and express them the perfect way). and seeing that im doing a job good enough to receive this kind of praises just makes me kinda wanna cry ?? genuinely this has me tearing up !! you are genuinely ruining me love, i cannot express how grateful i am for this !!

im so happy i get to share my writing and how violently obsessed for this man i am but i do and it's making me so happy that it affects you guys in a positive way !!

thank you so much, love, ill be going back in my corner, thinking about this ask for like, the rest of my life !! <3<3<3