#brain wreck

[darkmoongodess]

Someone, help me recharge my brain!

Why can't the story just write itself? Why must I always be the one to do it? My brain is wrecking my life trying to write chapter 6 for my fanfiction. FML.

Anyone want to beta read my fanfiction? I need someone to toss ideas at and see which ones stick...

So like, the scene I'm trying to write is Mystique's kidnapping of Senator Kelly... 😂 Just the words are vomit.

Maybe I should try the scene with Rogue and Avalanche in Alberta, Canada. Because, you know I almost forgotten about her...wasn't really thinking...oh yeah ..where is Sabortooth? Wasn't he in the movie?

*brain restarted*

I'm also crossing X-men over with Harry Potter, so there's the entire war with Voldemort about to pop any minute. I've been wracking my brain if I want to follow the Book/Movie route, or go it a completely different way. So far I've been following Deathly Hallows plot points with some minor adjustments.

I think those minor adjustments...need to be more critical. For this to work. That's probably why my brain is at war with itself. Right?

It feels like homework, if I don't let loose the creative flow. Mainly, because it wouldn't be my fanfiction...if I kept going on and on with the plots created by the original creators...So I need to decide...what is my way?

So...Mystique....we need to kidnap Senator Kelly, how would you do it?

Hey Avalanche...why did you get into a bar fight that triggered the X-men alert system? You goof.

Hey Harry, you need to drag some adults into your mission. Stop trying to do it alone...Ron, and Hermione's notes won't get you far as you need to go to defeat He who must not be named!

Hermione, you need to stop Magneto from using that machine on the Senator. You need to find a way to show him it won't work. This is your subconscious...talking. We've lived through the results of the experiment and it didn't turn out well for him.

Hey Voldemort, why don't you stall your taking over Britian, so MACUSA can convince ICW to help mutants? No...damn. I hate you.

[meriahlatyar]

good luck, sixer

[swamp-gremlin]

RoadBlasters Incident 1987

[hinamie]

itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

[abessive-art]

*Archives your Magnus*

[maskerat]

yes, I've watched the video. now this man is my new hyperfixation. expect more art of him soon I suppose.

[beebfreeb]

Against my will, this freak is fun to draw.

[orbofrommyshows]

Something that I'm forever going to find funny about Turbo is the fact that he is (or at least was at the time of taking over Sugar Rush) very clearly an amateur programmer. The code box he made is just filled with disorganized spaghetti and I would be absolutely shocked if he documented anything lmao, so I keep imagining the utter hell of a time he'd had with it whenever he had to make a bug fix or something, because there's no way in hell that code didn't come with an entire dump truck worth of problems. Like, something in it breaks so he has to go back in and do the debugging to find out what went wrong and he's just combing through it going:

"wait what does that function do?"

"I should have picked better variable names, this thing is damn near unreadable."

"what kind of idiot wrote this- wait it's me… I'm the idiot…"

"okay I think I fixed the problem, let's see- I have created five new and interesting problems…"

[bananielle]

it’s ur birthday and you have the sweetest sex with taesan s he takes care of you and makes you feel so pretty and loved :(. i love taesan

he'd be so so sweet and soft with you ♡ would take his time, more so than usual, worshipping every inch of your body slowly and tenderly. he’d whisper the sweetest compliments into your skin — calling you his beautiful angel and reminding you that you’re the most wonderful thing to ever happen to him. handles you so gently; every soft touch filled with so much love you can feel it in your bones. he would start by kissing you everywhere, marking you in secret places that only you and him are able to see, and he wouldn’t eat you out until his lips kissed everywhere they could reach. makes out with your pussy painfully slowly, moaning into your clit because of how sweet you taste. runs his hands up and down your waist and hips softly as you cum in his mouth.

when he finally fills you up and stretches you out, he kisses each of your fingertips softly, looking into your eyes as he whispers i love you in between each peck. he’d have one hand carefully caressing your cheek, while the other is interlocked with one of yours above your head. when you're close to cumming, he’d give you gentle, reassuring squeezes. "i know, i know, baby” “you look so beautiful like this. i love you angel" and he’d press his lips to yours as his tip kissed your cervix just right and undid you.

everything would be so romantic and loving and intentional, he would make love to you as if both of your souls were melding to be one.

[soath]

“essek wants the gods dead” “oooh, this is going to change essek’s mind about the gods” i’m sorry but that boy is a cultural luxonite. he has no strong opinions on the gods other than ‘well, they sure empirically exist’. he might have some issues with his home faith (understatement) but he was still raised in an ancient battlefield literally scarred by the horrors of the calamity where the prime deities are a bunch of affectionately tolerated minority cults. his entire society thinks they transcended the need for Gods with Shapes and my man is not immune to the luxon-centric chauvinism of his upbringing.

sure, given another few years under ludinus’ thumb he could have probably been swayed to team deicide, but that’s not where’s he’s at. where he’s at is hanging out in rexxentrum, getting made fun of by caleb for referring to the dawnfather as ‘an influential, if over anthropomorphized solar deity’. you can take the elf out of rosohna but you can’t take rosohna out of the elf. the gods? well, fjord and caduceus are very fond of theirs (tone of someone describing their friends’ baffling but periodically lifesaving hobby). he technically works for one now through the cobalt soul and he can respect her ethos. after that he runs out of things to say about them.

now the luxon, on the other hand… he’s watching this entire directors cut triple-feature like a hawk. trying to divine the secrets of the universe from a reality show and it might just work.

[tagetto]

he stinks of diesel fumes, solder flux & cigarette smoke which has caked itself over the years into the fan blades of a used prebuilt msi gaming PC bought from ebay dot com core 2 duo high performance rtx 2.5 tdi 1.6 litre engine top speed of 48.3mph.

[gremliinsart]

Dude this car kicks ass and I can watch Wreck-It-Ralph while I'm driving

[show-tunes]

Time is a flat circle

[turbotastico]

I like to think that Felix and Turbo didn’t get along at first. Turbo, being the competitive freak he is, sees Felix as a potential rival and frequently scoffs at him or tries to annoy him.

On the other hand, Felix tries to be patient and a good neighbor, but Turbo often manages to get on his nerves.

For Turbo, this scoffing soon turns into a need for attention

Felix’s attention

even though he doesn’t quite understand why.

For Felix, tolerating Turbo becomes a habit and he stops getting as frustrated as before, focusing on other things, which only makes Turbo crave his attention more.

Turbo: “You may be the shiny perfect new game, but everyone knows who’s really the best around here, repair-boy”

Felix: “Come on, Turbo, there's no need to be so jealous. Just... stop bugging me. It's not my fault everyone’s playing my game-”

Turbo: “The gamers might like you for now, but let’s face it, it’s me they truly adore”

[qephyr]

boiled shrimp

[blueblurseptember]

feeling ill. was washing the dishes while singing along to popular when it just hit me—glinda was kind of right, if you look at things from her perspective and if results were the only basis of success.

elphaba 'flying off the handle' really did 'hurt her cause forever', because she was already there, almost one step away from absolute power, if only she'd been willing enough to fake allegiance with the wizard and madame morrible to build some semblance of popularity and influence so she could rally the people towards her cause.

of course that's not to say that's exactly what glinda had in mind in that moment either, but at the end of the day, because of the choices glinda made, it was her who had ended up becoming the one with the actual power to champion a cause as big as banishing the wizard and imprisoning madame morrible (which, by extension, solves the persecution of the animals—elphaba's original cause).

this isn't to say that elphaba is entirely on the wrong to have done what she had though. but rather, this is to say, both glinda and elphaba both had a point—two entirely different points, having chosen to act the way they did—hence would've made them truly unlimited and the greatest team there's ever been under different circumstances, but just so utterly doomed in this one.