#but also i don’t wanna do anything else but this

[ascenari0]

I have to get this out, so I have this idea, that.. you know how the “dark sides” sort of get listened to..? Not by choice but by force.

Janus snuck in and Impersonated Patton and got a seat at the table. Remus knocked out Roman and got a whole hour episode to himself. Remus was feared by everyone the whole time. (Except Logan...)

I’ll come back to that in a second.

So maybe, the orange “side” it isn’t necessarily a new side, my thought is he’s (Logan) always been the orange side. he won’t stop being logic. Just orange.. LOL. (Cause we have two blue sides.. is that suspicious to anyone else? No? just me okay.) Anyway.

Back to what I was saying earlier.

All Logan wants is to be heard, recently he hasn’t been, maybe he would be desperate to do anything? Not “joining” the dark sides.. but kinda playing the part. Take that as you will, “Playing the villain, playing the part.” Whatever floats your boat. Playing the part of the villain, like Janus did ,or Remus.

Remus has been the one poking the stick at the bear by provoking Logan and making him yell at him.

Maybe their trying to make Logan reach his limit. Why? I don’t know.

Just an idea..

(I also hope Virgil notices Logan spiral just like how Logan noticed Virgil being anxious in Nostalgia pt2)

(I love talking about this, you wanna debate or talk about it let me know.)

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Sorry I like my men toxic and nobody can convince me that Tseng would give you a fully healthy relationship. He’s just not the worst guy you could date. So here are some of Tseng’s toxic habits. I wish we could post powerpoint slides. Like I guess NSFW for my choice of words. Edit: Okay I’ve typed more. It’s NSFW, it wasn’t that when it was just scattered notes i swear. granted, this is still scattered notes

Forgiveness?

Tseng. The man you forgive a million times because someone like him is so hard to come by. Even if you’re a person who doesn’t tolerate bullshit. You know that it would be impossible to find anyone nearly as good as him despite his mistakes. Tseng knows this too, taking advantage of your level of comfort in him. The connection between the two of you so deep there wasn’t a possibility you could view life without him. Tseng creates soul bonds with his significant other, he has to have all of you fully invested in him. You would also want for absolutely nothing, he can provide everything you could ever want so you can focus on the future you want to build for yourself. Whether it’s school, art, creating your own business, etc. Tseng is there to guarantee everything goes according to plan if it’s financially or if he has to pull a few strings. Seeks out people who would be reluctant to replace him but aren’t very co-dependent. If you manage to leave Tseng, say good riddance to developing any new relationships. He’s either going to make any of your new significant others vanish. If it’s someone he can’t kill, he’ll find a way to scare them away from you or find a way to put them in prison. 

My alternative reasoning as to why all of your other relationships would fail? The dick of course. Yes. The unbelievable wee wee. There’s not a soul in the world that would be able to learn your body the way he does. Have you ever heard of people being nearly ready to pass away because they lost their dick? Well if you haven’t, you have now. Even thinking of him fucking someone else the way he does with you is enough to make you want to vomit. That shit will have you sliding down the wall crying. You can try all you like to fuck someone else, it won’t compare. The way he touches you immediately sends electricity down your spine. It’s all in the way he knows how to touch you. Where to touch you. A subtle brush of his fingers along the small of your back while you’re riding him. An almost tickling sensation that causes you to press yourself against him as he leans up to kiss the most sensitive parts of your neck. How about when all he needs to do is look into your eyes and knows exactly how you want to be fucked? You can’t think of a time you had to ask him to do anything, your minds were seemingly in perfect sync. Always so so willing to please you. “So you wanna fuck other people huh?” He whispers in your ear mockingly while driving his cock deeper into you. Your knees pressed against your chest, legs hooked in Tseng’s arms as he ensures you won’t slip out of your position. No, you really don’t, not when he’s reminding you of what you’ll be missing. You’ll be calling him the next day for more, innocently asking for him to come over to “talk”. There won’t be much talking, just Tseng bending you over the kitchen table. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks himself into you so deeply, ignoring the way your hands push against his abdomen in a half-hearted attempt to slow his tempo down. 

There aren’t many people in this world that would be nearly as attentive as he is. The way he can easily tell all of your needs within moments of talking to you. Reads you like a book and it can’t help but make your heart flip, cause like, ‘who sent this man?’ and why does he know all of your emotional needs and exactly how to take care of them? Tseng carries aspects of his job along with his relationships. The same way he gets to know his enemies closely, he’ll do the same to you. Memorizes all of your sayings, even can predict what your response would be to most questions or statements. It’s almost more eerie than heart warming. With this comes the ability to manipulate you endlessly. Gaslighting has never been easier honestly. Lying to you about anything or forcing you to agree with his point of view would be child’s play. The way he carries himself during an argument, so well composed, rarely letting his emotions control him paired with the way he effectively strings his words together to soothe you. His calmness will make you question why you’re even so worked up. Tseng isn’t, so why are you? Tseng makes you see everything through rose colored lenses, and despite your aching heart when he hurts you, Tseng could never be wrong in your eyes. He only does what’s best for you. 

Gaslighting? Probably.

Truly remembers every word you’ve said to him and will use it against you. This goes back into my last little paragraph but deeper? Uses traumatic things from your past so you can believe that maybe your emotions, in regards to something Tseng has done wrong, are nothing more than misguided reactions. Will have you think that maybe you’re projecting your fears from past experiences onto him when you challenge him or try to hold him accountable for any wrongdoings. Certainly will guilt trip you knowing exactly what makes you feel like you’re the biggest piece of shit in the world. He doesn’t have to do anything outrageous. It’s the way Tseng subtly changes his body language. Slumping his shoulders just a bit, the way his brow furrows at your words or actions, breaking eye contact and staring at the floor like a scolded child. To put the cherry on top, it’s the ever so slight change in his tone of voice. The wavering in his tone as he speaks softly, not too soft for it to sound out of the ordinary, but enough for you to believe you’ve hurt his feelings. Usually resulting in you coddling him, now you’re the one apologizing because you “never meant to make him feel bad” even if it’s because you were grilling him for something as major as fucking his boss behind your back. Believing that it must be your fault if he’s off sleeping with others. Master manipulator for sure. He’s good at lying, like we see what he does for a living.

Like to make you cry because he's the only one that can also make you better. At times he’ll do this just to make sure he’s got complete control over you still. Wrapping his arms around you in such a calming way, his warmth and sweet words coaxing you to relax against him so he could “make it all better again.” More makeup sex. Somehow gets a kick out of cheering you back up. One minute you were sobbing because his words were a little too cruel and now you’re sobbing because he won’t stop fucking you so good. Tseng has a way he likes to position you in times like this. Having you lay on your stomach, your back arched just enough for his hips to flush against your ass as he completely sheaths himself in you, whispering in your ear asking “you still love me, right?” Christ, he has a way of making himself emotionally needy at just the right times. You can’t help but whimper, whine, and eventually choke out, through your moans, your appreciation, love, and devotion to him. Always ends with him cuming in you, some aftercare, then holding you in his arms for a majority of the night unless work calls him away.

Sometimes-y af?

He can pick and choose when he wants to pick up your relationship or not but you cannot do the same to him. Loves someone who he can come and go as he pleases with. You're so stupid and willing. Loyal to a fault, though the only person it’s negatively affecting is you. There isn’t a time you’ve turned him away thus far. Constantly taking him into your arms, babying him as though he’s some angel despite you knowing he isn’t. Tseng’s just managed to get you to the point you couldn't care less about his deceptive ways. You just want him by your side, no matter what the circumstances may be. The entire world can see the invisible leash and collar Tseng has put on you, yet you manage to stay blind to it all. You’ll wait like the good little puppy he’s molded you into. 

It’s a wonder he can be such a gentleman and a conniving son of a bitch. The kind to end an argument by demanding to be left alone but will ask “what you're doing tonight” a few hours later---he's going to fuck you—giving you a reason to keep accepting him back into your loving arms. He knows you’re a gift from the Goddess but he can’t help that he likes being toxic at times. It’s why he treats you so well and the sex is so unbelievably good. He needs to cement himself into your soul so he can continuously get away with everything, so things can continue to go exactly as he wants it to. Tseng prefers a life with you that has no consequences. For him. You, however, have to deal with punishment if you dare treat him in a similar manner to his treatment of you. Will show his displeasure with hurtful words and by neglecting you. If that doesn’t have the desired effects he’s willing to scare you into submission. Once again, nothing too outrageous that he would do. Tseng might just choke you a bit, push you against a wall, or if you try to run he’ll hold you against him tightly. Whispering into your ear about making you disappear if he can’t have you the way he wants you. Telling you how he does so much for you and he at the very least deserves you on your best behavior at all times or else he might just have to break that pretty neck of yours. Isn’t too big on yelling, he can get his point across just fine without having to do so.

Stalker? Obviously.

Tseng has trackers in your cars, phone, and bags. It doesn’t matter where you go, he’s going to find you. He’s definitely followed you from location to location, making sure you were doing what you said you would be. Sure he’s always been able to track you, but that isn’t the same as seeing you. You could be doing anything in the areas you claimed to be in. Tseng is even familiar with the faces of employees of each store you frequent. Has tracked down every family member and friend of yours, performing thorough background checks on all of them. Even closely looking after some of the people closest to you. Tseng has to approve of the people you hang around of course, he won’t tolerate anything that he feels is a negative influence and will force them out of your life. Tseng will sit outside of your house for hours after leaving, wondering if someone will come over. If he knows someone is coming over he’s got your home mic’d. Listening to all of your conversations, evading your most private conversations. Hates to hear when you vent about him, makes it hard to come back to you and act nice when in reality he wants to correct you for telling his business to your friends and family. Doesn’t mind when you’re speaking highly of him though, you help boost his ego most of the time. Getting space from Tseng is impossible. Your attempts to drive around and find a nice parking spot are all for nothing. He’s following right behind you. Is definitely going to block you in with his own car, angrily getting out of his own. Once he made you leave your car where it was entirely. Pissed that you would try to get away from him at all, it doesn’t matter if it’s just for a few hours. Pushing you into the passenger seat of his car, driving you back home all while yelling about how stupid you were and that you would always come back begging for him. 

He was always right about that. Nothing would stop you from wanting Tseng back if he finally decided he was done. A relationship with Tseng is either on his terms or very much a “till death do us part” 

[sp-by-april]

Dying To Know - 02. Nope

Summary: There's a slasher on the loose and students at South Park High are being taken out one by one. You're at the center of it all, and it doesn't help that each of your four best friends is acting weird.

[Chapter One] [Read on Ao3] [South Park Master Lists]

 My mother was rambling while I sat at the kitchen island, fiddling with my Razr. I had downloaded a bunch of new mp3s and was trying to set new ringtones for the guys. I just really wanted her to leave.

Then she said something that got my attention, “Maybe I should stay home?”

“Mom,” I knew I had to be emphatic, “You never get time off. Go have fun. I’m just gonna sit here and watch movies. It’s just like any other weekend. I’ll call uncle Al if I need anything,”

My Big Gay Uncle. The only member of my family I don’t completely loathe.

She looked at me like she was solving a puzzle and I wanted to fight with her.

You work a billion hours a week. When you’re not working you’re sleeping or at the casino and now when I just fucking want you to go, you wanna suddenly stick around?

Instead, I chose my words a lot more carefully, “ Fine, stay home, but don’t complain when someone else wins a huge jackpot and you’re stuck doing another bullshit shift at the hospital,”

“You’re right. They’re probably being overzealous, anyway,” She crossed the kitchen and set her hand on my shoulder, “Teenagers are weird. That girl was probably just jealous or had a crush on you or something,”

Heidi’s “shrine” to me. After the cops let all the cheerleaders go, they made Mom and I stay behind. Heidi had some big thing in her closet with pictures of me, old notes I thought I’d thrown away, and even a pencil I’d chewed on. They didn’t give many details but the ones they did were fucking strange.

I glanced away from her and stared at the file folder on my phone, “Yeah, exactly,”

“And you’ll call Al if –?” She asked with a tinge of worry that annoyed me more than anything.

I rolled my eyes, “Duh,”

She kissed my forehead, went on her way and I finally started to relax.

Once the door was closed, I headed up to my room to grab my purse and give her time to leave the neighborhood before I met up with the guys.

As I climbed the stairs I heard a loud thud come from my bedroom. My heart almost stopped, until I remembered I’d left my window open. Our house was old as fuck and opening the windows was always a battle. On the off chance you could get one open, there was a high probably they’d fall and slam shut.

I saw shadows moving through the gap between my bedroom door and the baseboards. My heart sank.

I was an idiot, I should have listened to the police. I shouldn’t have sent my mother away just so I could spend time with the guys I liked, I -- I heard Stan’s voice?

“Put that back!” He sounded exasperated. I also thought I heard the sound of… bouncing bed springs?

I grabbed the doorknob and gave it a quick turn.

“I didn’t think she owned anything in black that wasn’t, like, shoes,” Kenny said with a grin. He was standing on my bed, Stan was crawling up to meet him. It looked like they were playing keep away with… a pair of black satin panties.

Eric was sitting under my window, one of the legs of his jeans was pulled up to his knee, which looked like it was bleeding a bit.

Kyle had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he leaned over my vanity. It looked like he was inspecting the various pictures I had taped to the mirror. Most of the photos were of me, Stan and Kenny but quite a few were taken of me, Wendy and Nichole during cheer.

They each glanced back at me like I’d caught them red-handed. Maybe because I fucking did.

I marched over to Stan and Kenny and held out my hand. One pair of black panties was quickly dropped in my grasp. I stomped over to my dresser, deposited my underwear back in the top drawer and headed to my vanity.

“You won’t find any pictures of Heidi,” I said to Kyle as I snatched up the bottle of nail polish remover that sat in front of him, “She never liked me,”

Kyle frowned at me as his posture stiffened. When I imagined him climbing up to my window, it was a lot more romantic than panty raids, shoes on my Hello Kitty bedspread, blood droplets on the hardwood and inspecting my stuff for reminders of his ex.

I knelt next to Eric, who looked at me suspiciously, “What the hell are you doing with that?”

“Acetone is an antiseptic,” I sighed, “It’s for your knee. How did you even…?”

Kyle sucked his teeth, “I told him to wait and we’d open the door for him but…”

“I made it through the window, didn’t I?” Eric snapped back.

I figured he was distracted enough by Kyle and dumped some of the acetone into his wound. Cartman sucked in a lot of air through his teeth so quickly I wondered if anyone could hear the hissing sound from outside.

“Stop whining,” Kyle continued, “You’re lucky you just fell. I was worried you’d get stuck like Winnie-The-Pooh,”

Cartman pulled his pants leg back down in a huff.

I stood and looked around my bedroom, “You guys really couldn’t wait for me to meet you later?”

Stan’s fingers were drumming on his knee as he sat on the edge of my bed. Kenny was laid out next to him, staring at the ceiling. Eric was quietly seething on the ground. And Kyle? I got the sense he was still observing me without ever even meeting my gaze.

A pack of feral dogs.

“So what are we doing tonight?” I finally asked them.

“You’re going to Kenny’s house,” Kyle said as his eyes combed through my closet, “Eric and I are going to Heidi’s. Her parents left town so it’s a good time to–”

I slammed the closet door shut, “Excuse me?”

“He’s going to keep you safe while we investigate,” Cartman said as he finally stood and dusted himself off.

I shook my head, “No way,”

“This isn’t up for debate,” Kyle countered.

“The hell it isn’t. If your creepy ex had a creepy shrine dedicated to me, I should be allowed to see it! Besides…” I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt after calling a murdered girl creepy, “There’s safety in numbers,”

Kenny sat up and looked between the three of us, “She has a point,”

“If you come with us, then you have to go stay at Kenny’s afterwards,” Kyle posited.

I rolled my eyes, “Fine,”

🕕 🕖 🕗

Unlike my bedroom, Heidi’s was on the first floor. It was a lot easier for us all to get in.

Kenny picked up a pencil with the eraser chewed off and what looked like lipstick smudged all over the end, “Looks like Heidi had one hell of an oral fixation,”

Stan blinked and his voice dropped low, “...That answers one lingering question,”

“That’s hers,” Kyle said, gesturing towards me.

“You can’t possibly know that for sure,” I argued.

Kenny took the pencil and held it up near my mouth. I don’t know why I bothered to protest, I already knew the colors would be a match.

“Uh-huh,” Kyle said smugly.

I fumed quietly as Stan tore down the police tape that kept Heidi’s closet door closed off.

Kyle slid the door open with his foot. I watched him and wondered when the last time I got a good glimpse at his hands was.

There were photos of me and printouts of what I’m pretty sure were my old LiveJournal entries all tacked to some corkboard in the back of the closet. And a pretty average looking notebook.

I picked up the notebook and flipped through it. It was page after page of the same thing, all in Heidi’s handwriting...

She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here.  She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong here.

  She doesn’t belong here.

Suddenly there were about five different notification tones all chiming at once. Everyone pulled out their phones. As I flipped my Razr open, I noticed Kyle covertly pluck a folded note off of the board and stick it in his pocket. Everyone else had their eyes glued to their phones and for good reason… Tricia Tucker had just been found dead.

Kenny put his hand on my shoulder, “Let’s get you out of here,”

I didn’t put up a fight.

Kenny climbed out the window first, with me close behind.

“Wait up,” Stan said as he shuffled out after me.

Kyle stuck his head out of the window, “Stan, where are you going?”

“I think I’m gonna crash at Kenny’s too,” Stan said with a shrug.

“ Hey! ” Eric said sticking his head into the frame of the window pane, “We all had an agreement,”

“Yeah,” Stan rolled his eyes, “We agreed she’d be sleeping at Kenny’s,”

“If we’re revisiting the sleeping arrangements,” Eric said, “She should just sleep at my–”

“ No! ” Kenny, Stan and Kyle emphatically agreed.

🕗 🕘 🕙

As I followed Kenny through his bedroom window, I was glad that this would be the last stop for the night.

Kenny gestured to his bed, “There you go. If you need anything else let me know.”

I nodded and climbed onto Kenny’s bed as Stan looked around, “What about me?”

Kenny pushed Stan’s shoulder, “If you want amenities, you should head back to Kyle’s, otherwise you’re welcome to crash on the floor next to me,”

“Come on,” Stan sighed, “Cut me some slack, it’s not like the guy has been a joy to be around lately,”

Kenny rolled his eyes as he dug through his closet, “The irony,”

He pulled out a sleeping bag and tossed it at Stan.

I’m pretty sure they were still arguing when I fell asleep.

I woke up with a hand over my mouth. 

It was Stan.

[lyriumsings]

letting my ipad charge and doing schoolwork like a good little student but NOW that there’s a seven playlist im listening to it and my brain won’t stop shuffling facial features for them mmaahh i need to focus

[okcoolthanks]

I really liked “I Saw The TV Glow” for a lot of reasons like the lighting and sound design and stuff

But I also really liked it because how similar I felt to it. Like you watch a show you love so much you want to Be In It and all you do is interact with That Show to the point where you start talking like it and you make everything you see like it because you don’t Know anything else

I really liked owens character because of how Stuck he is in his life. He says he doesn’t think about “that stuff” because it makes him feel gross so he doesnt. He takes a job at a place he doesn’t like and when it gets shut down he goes with the manager to the next place also doing a job he hates. When his parents die he lives in the same house he grew up in because he doesn’t want to leave. He had one friend and when she disappeared presumed dead he didn’t do anything but reminiscenced on his time with her and watching the show she helped him watch. You can also see how he starts taking care of himself less after his father died, in the last scenes of the movie he looks like he barely eats or drinks water, he doesn’t do anything but his job. “Years feel like seconds” because he isn’t doing anything of importance he lost everything that he looked forward too

He doesn’t talk above a normal speaking volume until he’s literally DYING and even after he apologizes still out of breath. He’s still dying then. No one responds to his apologies or responded to him when he was screaming

He gets a chance to leave and go with Maddie to The Pink Opaque and he gets scared, he gets a chance to leave with her when he was younger and he gets scared. He’s so unhappy with his life but he doesn’t want to change it because he doesn’t know what else to do

[the-mystical-aquatic-gay]

gerrymicheal labyrinth au

i’m right and i should say it, but also how has no one done this before me?

obviously gerry would be sarah, and michael would be jareth (they’re both blonde trickster characters who live in and have some level of control over an ever changing maze. please tell me someone else sees my Vision™️)

outside of just that i feel like you could take it a couple different ways:

just a straight up au, no fears or anything just micheal the goblin king and gerry the fantasy loving goth. literally just the plot of labyrinth but dropping these two into sarah and jareth’s places.

more of a fusion, the fears do exist but the labyrinth is either a part of the spiral or just flat out Is the spiral in this universe. bonus points for having gerry learn about the labyrinth and it’s monstrous king from either meeting/reading a statement from sarah herself about a certain red leather bound spiral leitner

is purely self indulgent crack, they watch the movie together and gerry mentions how hot he thinks david bowie is. micheal hears that and spiral logic says “hm, kidnapping and threats in a nearly impossible maze huh? i can do that!”

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

My supervisor’s retiring in 3 years and management wants me to take over as supervisor when she leaves so that means I have 3 years to find a new job :(

[why-the-heck-not]

started a sourdough starter!!! It’s not even that much abt bread; I just like the idea of having a pet and this is about the max amount of responsibility I’m looking for rn

[mieiri]

smth smth,,,

[wisecrackingeric-2]

I know it was literally only last month but I would L O V E to do another serennedy week for the anniversary of seperate ways but it’s WAY too close to the date for anyone to finish all their art/fics in time AND AGAIN the last one was so recent BUT ALSO it was SO MUCH WORK ,,,,, I feel like a mini three-day week would be super fun idk!!! I’m spitballing!!!!!

[buddiesmutslut]

I’m being so ffr rn, if the show runners definitively show that Buddie is not going to happen?

I’m probably not going to be watching anymore.

I mean it when I say that they’re literally the sole reason I watched this show in the first place. I saw a billion TikTok edits of them & was like “Idek these characters I need to watch this show and see what’s going on over there.”

And like, it’s a fun show, I’m not saying it isn’t, but first responder shows are a dime a dozen. There are other shows that have queer characters and found family and wild adventures. Granted, they don’t have Buck & his bi arc, but I’d still read fanfics to get my Evan Buckley fix lol.

I don’t need them right now, I’m so down for the slow burn, will-they-won’t-they & the pining & the yearning & the build up and the GOOD foundation. I want to see Eddie figuring himself out and dealing with his repression and figuring out he’s queer (& Demi, pls God. I hope if I just say it enough, I can will it into existence somehow) before anything happens with the two of them, but if they take definitive steps to have one of them like, marry someone else or something, I think I’m gonna head out. Find me on ao3 for the rest of my days lol.

[getosugurusbangs]

in another life.

[needlesandnilbogs]

so freaking stuck on mirrorverse it’s not even funny. someone anyone save me arghhh

[fitpacs]

?

[lemonthepotato]

Cringe warning: very bad Esperanto.

Mi povas mergi min en Esperanto čar mi ne faris multe da progreso ekde 2019. Mi kredas mi komencis lerni en 2019, sed mi rezignis dum (por?) unua jaro. Mi rezignis la hispana, la franca, la japana kaj la irlandano čar… nu, estas evidente kial. Tro da lingvoj lerni (por lerni? Lerni sentas malgxuste.)

Sed, mi restis kun la Esperanto(n?) čar gxi estas facila. Mi volas lerni lingvon por la sakeo (that’s… is that seriously the word? Sakeo? I joked once that Esperanto is 80% English words with -o and the end and 15% other languages with o- at the end, but I digress) de lerni lingvon. Homoj diras ke tio estas malbono kialo, sed, kial? Estas amuza… ne estas krimo amuziĝi.

Honeste, mi estis (estis for ‘have been?’ doesn’t feel right…) uzi Google Translate por helpi min, sed ne por lambastono. nur por kontroli se mia gramatiko estas bona. Ne estas, evidente, sed… mi estas nesekura pri gramatiko. Mi scias ke gxi ne estas bona, sed gxi estas probable pli bona ol mi sed mi ne uzis gxin.

Cxiuokaze… mi havas punkton kun ĉi tio; estas malfacila mergi en konlang! Jes, mi povus aligxi servilo de Discord, sed… la embaraso. Mi estus kiel, “Bonvolu… mi estas…” kaj havas furzo de cerba! Cerba furzo? (Googling how to stutter in Esperanto. Great.) (also I’m realising I said bonvolu instead of… oh my god? Am I seriously forgetting hello? Oh, Saluton!)

Cxu mi probable lernu la lingvon de miaj lando, la irlandano? Probable, sed honeste? Neniu parolas la irlandano en la nordo. Ili apenaŭ en la sudo. (Ne estas sude, mi ne zorgas se Google translate diras alie… ne sentas gxusta.)

Cxu mi havas punkto kun cxi tio? Ne. Sed, hej, diras al mi kiel CLAPPED mia Esperanto estas. Kaj, jes, mi eĉ ne provis traduki clapped cxar gxi estas pli amuza al ne.

Mi estas tiel malbona pri Esperanto. Mi devas fidi al tradukistoj por helpo. Mi uzas Google Translate por helpi kun tempoj kaj gramatikoj, sed la vortoj estas plejparte el mia cerbo, se tio havas sencon.

Mi ne havas kialon pri ĉi tio. Mi supozas, ke ĉi tio estas testo de miaj kapabloj. La rezultoj? Tre malbona, sed, hej, mi afiŝos ĉi tio, ĉiuokaze.

Edit: after writing this post, I got an easy, actually video about languages recommended… lol

[mars-ipan]

i want to order soul food so bad but also before i left my mom mentioned us “having a lot of food in the house” so now i feel bad abt the idea of ordering food