#fuck boredom

[ae-lingalathynius]

I am so bored omg

[ew-selfish-art]

DPx DC AU: Danny learns that he can change his summoning ritual and decides to go chaos mode with it i.e. A viral tiktok trend.

Danny ascends the throne and it's honestly pretty alright as far as new jobs go. He states a few opinions, makes sure no one goes to war and is slowly integrating a community service sentence to Walker's prison. It's not a bad gig, and considering the troves of gold he's now owner of, it doesn't pay too shabby either.

His main problem with the job isn't even his constituents (he likes to think they would vote for him over pariah), it's all these loony death cults! They keep summoning him with Pariah's old cold sign and it's driving him insane- After a very unhelpful smirk by CW, a long study session in GW's library and some help from Ember (she knows drama like no one else) Danny finally has a new summoning ritual.

Of course he swapped out the blood and bone for like, sour gummies and random shit he had in his backpack at the time. A TI-84. And yes, the Latin chant is that one super-fast bit of Rap God preformed to a BTS dance at speed.

But rather than keep this to himself, he gets Sam (who has a thriving plant and protest community following) to record her completing this ritual and Danny being summoned. Why? Cause it was a very specific to Sam skill that they didn't know if people could replicate and it gives Danny some plausible deniability that he tried to make it difficult when CW asks.

Posting it makes it very quickly go viral as people attempt to call it fraudulent but sure enough, Danny is now traveling the world at a moments notice.

Which is great cause it's summer and he's bored in Amity anyway (He's going to change it before he starts university in September, duh), and its even better because the second a lame ass death cult brings him forward to, like, destroy the planet, a slumber party or influencer has already summoned him away. Shit, he even met a few celebrities this way! Plus, turns out that most death cultists aren't able to rap!

Reality hit him pretty hard when he got summoned to an office space that is clearly a base of operations and the summoning spell locked him in. Literally, he has no idea how to get out of this binding spell- Danny definitely hadn't realized that was an option. Taking in the Justice League members in front of him, plus one trench coated menace, Danny groaned for a moment before thinking to ask:

"Wait- Which one of you was able to do Rap God? And the dance? Please tell me someone thought to film that!!"

[reverienco]

what the fuck am i doing. scheduling this at 1am.

[funsize-cenobites]

[stinkythehutt]

also. something about palpatine being so adept at seeing into the future that all of his successes feel completely joyless by the time he achieves them because he’s just going through the motions… how fucked up and nihilistic and brutal that would make you…

[cloudcountry]

Asking for prompts and you shall receive!~

Yuu/Reader bumps into Vil while they're out and about and end up spending the entire day together without realizing

(feel free to ignore)

"we spent the whole day together."

the realization hits you like a truck as you're walking out of vil's cafe of choice with a full stomach and an even fuller heart. it was hard to catch up with people after you all had graduated from nrc, especially someone like vil who had continued his work in the entertainment industry.

"it seems we have." he hums, and you're surprised by his lack of concern.

didn't famous people have stuff to do all the time?

"oh, don't look so worried. im not vil schoenheit the actor right now." he smiles at you, eyes crinkling sweetly at the corners. you can see it through the tint of his sunglasses, disguising himself from the prying eyes of the public, and it makes your heart flip.

you hadn't felt like this in three years.

has it been that long already?

"right." you swallow thickly, pushing your emotions down.

your silly crush had been abandoned when he'd graduated a year ahead of you, leaving nrc behind and soaring to a place where you couldn't reach.

a place you couldn't dream of reaching.

"i'd like to just be myself with you, if i may." he says softly, turning his gaze to the setting sun, "if you're alright with it, i'd like to spend the night with you as well."

not until he held out his hand to pull you up.

[sinnabee]

INGREDIENTS:

2 cups evil boredom

3 teaspoons (heaping) blorbo poison (powder, not liquid)

1 daycare theme (10 hour loop)

1/3 cup brainrot

*1/2 cup distilled back pain

**(un)diagnosed mental illness

*(any kind of pain works, back pain is usually what i have on hand)

**(if you aren’t a fan of the flavor a diagnosis leaves, undiagnosed will work in a pinch! Personally, I like to add a bit of both.)

INSTRUCTIONS:

First, turn on the daycare theme (10 hour loop) and pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees.

Sift together your evil boredom and blorbo poison in a medium sized bowl.

Add in your pain of choice and mix well.

Once thoroughly mixed, it should be looking a little thicker. Some granules from the evil boredom and blorbo poison are fine. (You can always mix further, if you’re worried about it affecting the texture.)

Add your brainrot and beat with a whisk until it’s looking lighter, a little fluffy. (If you aren’t in the mood for fluff, a dash of angst or hurt/comfort can help tone it down. An AU if you really wanna spice it up.)

Realize this is turning out a lot better than you thought it would. Dang. Well, you’re certainly committed now.

Go ahead and get out a glass baking pan. Coat the bottom with non-stick spray. (I tend to favor Y/N brand Nonbinary Spray myself)

Using a baking spatula (one of the rubbery bendy ones), carefully move your mixture from the bowl to the pan. It’s alright if you get some on the sides, the heat should help it settle once it’s in the oven. To get out any air bubbles, tap the pan (carefully!) a few times on the counter.

Place the pan in the oven and set a timer for 15-25 minutes, or take a peek every now and then and see if it’s the right shade of cheerful.

Congratulations!!! You’ve successfully survived evil boredom, despite the hurdles you faced, and made something! (Pretty tasty too, if I might add.) You are still mentally ill, though. But - hey - now you have a little treat! And hopefully, your day’s just a little bit brighter! Enjoy!

[carionto]

Humans and Boredom I

Humans love games. There is almost nothing they won't turn into a game or competition. Nothing.

On our permanent embassy station, one day we noticed some repeating but indiscernible kinetic activity around one of Saturn's moons. Two research stations were exhibiting this odd energy discharge interchangeably. Thinking it would be inappropriate to pry further without permission, we asked, and later added their answer to the ever growing list of concerning behavior:

"We're playing Tic Tac Toe during our off time. Sample analysis and exotic material delivery is taking for-e-ver, so we figured we may as well get some manual practice with our new kinetic beam rays.

The operators on our neighboring station, Gliding Rhubarb, are in a similar spot, so we naturally decided to have a little competition.

In turn we pick out a small enough rock from Saturn's rings and fling it into a suborbital trajectory at the moon Tethys so it crashes in a predetermined 3x3 grid. If you miss, or hit an already marked spot, you auto-lose and buy everyone's drinks during the next movie night.

We started with a 9 square kilometer grid, but it turns out these beams are real accurate even without computer assistance, so we've narrowed it down to a 30x30m grid. I think we could go smaller, but there are a few kinks in these beam that' we're compiling a bug report on, plus it gets real difficult to pick out things less than 20cm across when you're a few thousand km away.

We're thinking of adding an extra rule where you can try to knock out a rock that's already been sent out with one that is at least ten times smaller, but that's for the next set. Currently we're on a best of 7, 0-2 our advantage, but their next shift operator is pretty good. Our internal clocks are off-sync, so I'll be up against her for the first two hours.

Ah snap, they just got it in! Sorry, I gotta focus. See you around!"

[knivesandteeth]

Kira and Garak forced to cuddle during their terrorist arc but with negative sexual tension

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me stubbornly forcing myself to drink green tea and rest from my THIRD COLD THIS MONTH

[doodl3b3ans]

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!

😆

(Not my picture)

[windandwater]

Ed + being a whole adhd mood, part 2 (part 1)

note: first, this isn't a diagnosis, only a very familiar pattern. also I know that we have contextual clues to hint that breaking the record was about more than boredom, but. that is such an adhd line.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

ohhh god I think my brain’s broken or somethin cos at the sight of all the goddamn 9hr shift Saturdays and 4.5hr shift Sundays in my near future I legit bawled. Like I don’t DO that ok that is WEIRD for me. I miss having weekends. I should be BEING A TEENAGER ON SATURDAYS not standing in a small space for NINE HOURS

I genuinely think this is gonna be what makes me lose it

[hood-ex]

Bruce telling Dick, "Don't let me hurt anyone," before proceeding to hurt Dick is SOOO...

[lizzybeeee]

Listen, if your Lavellan would be happy in the Fade with Solas forever - cool, no problem. But mine would be BORED AS FUCK. I cannot imagine her being stuck in the regret prison with that man with no one else to talk to and nothing to do and not able to talk with Dorian and not able to ride about on her elk and not being able to hunt and not being able to see her Clan and not able to feel the wind in her hair or the rain on her face and-

[carionto]

Humans and Boredom II

The planet cracker.

A devilish name that somehow still does not do this type of Human ship justice. Arrays of massive gravity hooks capable of tearing out kilometers wide and deep chunks of mass from any celestial object one of them decides to settle in orbit of.

The process is slow and tedious and, luckily, unsuitable for any practical military application, but unimaginably rewarding nonetheless. Once a chunk has been lifted, a fleet of harvester drones meticulously tears it further apart and separates into individual minerals and any other categorizable substances. From there the internal refineries of the planet cracker process them further into more usable metals, alloys, resins, and countless other resources. Finally, another fleet of transport ships ferry those back to where they are needed.

The land based production capacity of an entire (small) planet, with a single (albeit metropolis sized) ship, crewed by no more than a hundred Humans and thousands of drones.

One of these immense beasts - The Hardy Gal - was stationed around one of Saturn's moons - Epimetheus - that was recently voted out of the global popularity contest "Who's Even Heard of This One?" and thus sentenced to become part of the Dyson Ring.

The drone fleet that was supposed to be tearing up the unfortunate little moon, however, was recently recalled for refitting after a report showed a key part was manufactured using an outdated guideline by a suspiciously licensed corporation, that was also caught up in an unrelated embezzlement scandal.

Suffice to say that chief Gravity Master Boris Fruischtyen didn't have much to do. Laws and regulations do not permit any unsupervised extraction results to just be left in orbit. Oh no, can't preemptively arrange chunks for processing later, nope, "efficiency? what's that?". *sigh* Lift, hold, harvest, repeat.

Boris would have nothing to do, except the gravity hook arrays were a set of fifty per array, and The Hardy Gal had eight arrays. Four hundred individually aim-able and moveable chunks of matter.

While his day job was not very productive for now, his social media activity shot through the roof. There's a lot you can draw with four hundred "pixels" and the literal cosmos as your canvas and backdrop.

His personal favorites were water features and creatures set against the blue of Saturn, and he arranged quite a few of the extinct whales and penguins too. Additionally, every day he would fulfill one of the audiences top ranking requests.

Through these he discovered he has a fascinatingly good sense for flower compositions, especially from unusual angles. It's odd. He's only ever seen flowers in images and videos, perhaps lacking actual real life flowers to compare to allows his imagination to fill in the gaps in a way referencing factual knowledge would limit him. Who knows.

Despite having access to a three dimensional canvas, he preferred to keep things flat.

"What can I say, 2D is better. *chuckle*"

However, that doesn't mean he keeps things simple. The gravity hooks are quite good at selective manipulation, they have to be to target certain spots beneath a whole lot of other matter (which is then raised alongside the "elevator" matter). He demonstrated how the same image can look wildly different if you just change the "pixels" from squares to spheres, or how certain material compositions change color when squeezed more densely.

His personal favorite part is the finishing touch. After he's had a drone go out and stream his latest piece from plenty of angles for the viewers, he gives the whole image a simultaneous and gentle push back towards the moon. After a few touching hours of people in chat saying farewell, sharing personal stories and just asking questions Boris is always happy to answer, the image impacts the surface where the majority of parts were extracted from in a spectacular show of minor impacts and a shower of debris. Too bad it doesn't have an atmosphere, just imagine how cool it'd look burning up on reentry.