#i MIGHT be driven to insanity

[cupidcures]

hey so! this is actually insane!

[ruporas]

[ TW: child harm ]

collection of old drabbles

[schwhoopsie]

so i might be really late to this (i was at work when the countdown ended) but uh

there's no blue wire

there's no second half to the black wire??

[ourstochoose9]

I have some weird mystery illness that randomly popped up like a month ago. It's symptoms are like no disease I've ever heard of before and it's driving me insane. It's been going on long enough that I'm wondering if it's some new chronic thing, but I'm terrified of having to keep living like this for the rest of my god damn life.

[draw-you-coward]

"Ah, nothing says 'true love' like faking your own death to avoid someone."

screenshot study! which was SO out of my league dear GOd

[cassmouse]

Absolutely fuck Ghostbusters Frozen Empire for being such a bad film but containing such a good sapphic plotline because it's literally been living in my head rent free since I saw the film and that's horrendously confusing because I DIDNT ENJOY THE FILM ITSELF BUT JUST THE LESBIANS THE STAR CROSSED LOVER-NESS OF IT ALL JUST AUGH

[tmnt-reticent]

Reticent is rotting my brain rn SEND HELP

[tardis--dreams]

Lee Chang-Jun's house in stranger is the same as Han Ki- Hwan's in Beyond Evil and it's been driving me insane

[dragynkeep]

Curious Cat was done dirty and nobody pointed out how tragic his character was in the show

I'm taking Gmod Cat away from these hoes. I'm their new owner now.

[thethingything]

okay we're gonna have to call the pharmacy tomorrow because I don't think we can keep taking these meds.

I can't begin to convey how bad we feel or describe how we feel mentally. this is probably the most ill we've felt all year and considering we've had covid twice I think that's saying something.

it's triggered our psychosis, derealisation, depersonalisation, and just general dissociative symptoms way worse than we'd normally get. our mouth constantly tastes like we've just chomped down on some paracetamol. we can smell smoke really strongly but nobody else in the house can smell it. we've got the worst digestive side effects I can remember having from any medication. we can't stop shaking and the physical symptoms get so bad we just completely zone out and stop registering anything for a while. it feels like we're drunk and high and completely disconnected from reality while also being emotionally numb except for the distress from the physical symptoms and pretty much everything from the last 6 hours has been a blur because our brain just isn't processing what's happening.

every time I've been around the front today 🍬 has either been sobbing and begging for it to stop, or on the verge of screaming from how bad the stomach cramps get.

I'm hesitant to even take the 2nd dose of it but in the time between now and when we could call a pharmacy we'd have to take 2 doses and I'm also hesitant to just stop taking an antibiotic without getting medical advice. I don't know whether to just take it and hope for the best but I'd feel so guilty doing that knowing 🍬's the one stuck fronting and having to deal with this that I'm genuinely not sure I can do that

[chryzuree]

should i

should i have the fate!chrysi rolereversal chrysijacks fic be the new october fic

[detective4blog]

I managed to write something slightly coherent and it's of course some angsty bullshit reunion moment that takes place sometime during season 4. Under the cut bc I feel bad making long posts. Also no spoilers bc I barely remember that season anyway.

Those deeply colored eyes were trained on his. The flecks of lighter blue seeming lighter with a slight joy, but drowning in the sea of rage induced navy blue fire. Those eyes were different, changed. Toughened from his past, toughened from his present; his eyes truly were like diamonds.

Still, they were Sebastian's eyes. Not the eyes of some sick criminal or twisted bastard...not to John, at least. At least he knew what happened after that pit. Sebastian hadn't died, and seemed to make a living for himself.

If clothes with dried blood stains counted as that.

"I want to make it clear that I don't care about the Holmes, either of them." He spoke, practically growling. "Keep them away from whatever fuck-all island the younger one wants to go to."

John was confused, vaguely remembering that there was some talk about someone, that Mycroft didn't want him involved since he wasn't family until Sherlock said something. "...why?"

Sebastian didn't look surprised by the question, but his silence proved he hadn't thought of a response to that question. "Spite, I suppose."

"No, I mean why warn me."

Longer silence.

"Mycroft would try to recruit me and Sherlock would just arrest me. Or talk too much and end up getting shot." The answer was said in a bored tone. As if either of those options would be an inconvenience.

John looked at the pockets of Sebastian's pants and jacket, looking for the faint shape of a firearm. That seemed to amuse the older, holding his arms out in a way that said "go on, frisk me".

Despite better judgement, John did so. Keeping far away as he could but feeling around for a weapon; gun, knife, or worse. He could feel how Sebastian's arms were larger with muscles. How he had another shirt underneath the plain button up he had on.

No weapon.

"I don't think you're a threat to me."

John raised a brow. Sebastian sighed, continuing to speak. "If it came to it, you'd hesitate to shoot me. And if you did manage to pull the trigger, it'd be somewhere that wouldn't kill me. You'd do the same if Stanford got involved in shit."

"I could break your arm." John pointed out. "Non lethal and would keep you from doing anything. Worst I could do there is make it a messy break."

Sebastian looked amused. "You'd have to grab me. If I had a gun," he made finger guns and aimed it towards John's midsection, "it'd be over. A knife, maybe you could get away with it. And you'd be betting on the fact that I can't use my other arm."

This wasn't how most people who went to school together and served together talked. Neither of them were normal anymore, it seemed. Too wrapped up in different worlds that intertwined sometimes.

"You said spite earlier. To who?"

The smile dropped from Sebastian's face at the question, eyes darkening. Not angry but mournful. "A dead man."

John crossed his arms at that answer, head tilting to the side. "You weren't always so closed about answers before."

That drew a bitter booming laugh. "You weren't always one for messy adventures."

Touché.

John stared at the man for a bit. He wanted to speak more, but what could he ask? What would Sebastian reveal? He sighed. "If you know Sherlock, you know I can't talk him out of anything."

The mention of the detective made Sebastian's face become sour with hatred. "You can try. Or not tag along. It's his loose ends to tie, not yours. You've got a kid to worry about."

John's throat went dry at the mention of Rosie. A slight moment of regret appeared in Sebastian's eyes but his face remained blank. "How did you hear about that? I haven't seen you since-"

"That dead bastard decided to keep getting updates even from the grave. Bit stupid if you ask me, since I certainly don't care what shape Sherlock's shot into the wall or your baby." Sebastian interrupted with a shrug. So casual about admitting that the man he knew spied into-

"Moriarty."

That got a reaction from Sebastian. His eyes flashed with every stage of grief, his body tensed, and his fists clenched. It all relaxed after a deep breath, eyes turning to the side. "You've gotten observant."

"Happens when you hang around observant the Holmes brothers."

Sebastian still stared at something towards his life. Likely nothing of importance, but something that was good enough to keep his mind off of the loss he still was recovering from. "I gave my warning. Don't get involved with all that. It's messy and it'll just ruin your day."

"What is 'it', exactly?"

"One of the many charming skeletons in Mycroft's closet." Sebastian finally looked at John again. His eyes were returning to the ones John knew; the ones that glimmered with playfulness and had a fire burning in the background. "Tell him I said 'hi'. It might make him a bit grumpy, though. I've been a bit of a problem for him, after all."

John was silent. Those rageful eyes from earlier were that of a criminal but the anger was not at him. Could it ever be at him? Curiosity would kill him, and heaven knew when he'd see Sebastian again. "Could you shoot if it was me?"

Sebastian stopped, his back turned and only ten steps away. "Pardon?"

"Could you shoot me?"

The man was silent. The longer it lasted, the more the possible answer started to scare John. What would he do if it was a 'yes, without hesitation'? Just walk away and pretend that finding out an old friend would shoot you if it came to it was normal?

"Probably not. You've got that kid to take care of, and I'd hate to take you away from them." Sebastian thought for a moment, a grin growing on his face. "'Sides, you've got too pretty of a body to shoot."

"Someone disagrees with you."

"Someone hasn't seen you naked, then."

John was about to comment that of course whoever shot him hadn't seen him naked before stopping. Sebastian's incident happened before he was shot. He didn't hear of that tidbit of news. He frowned, shaking his head a little. "You say that as if many people have." He instead said.

Sebastian shrugged. "I'm just happy to be one of 'em."

"I see you haven't changed."

Another booming laugh, this one with no traces of bitterness. John couldn't help but smile at it, rolling his eyes. "Besides, I don't even know who shot me."

Sebastian stopped, concern lacing his eyes. "Was it here or back then? Because if it was here, I can easily find who did it and-"

"It was during the war, Sebastian. Jesus, calm down." He forgot how scary his old friend could look when angry. Even more now that he bulked more muscles and was rather obviously a criminal.

The man just nodded at that, scratching the side of his neck. "Sorry to hear. Hope it doesn't bother you."

"Not anymore."

"Good."

Silence washed over the two again. It was obvious the conversation was being dragged on longer than it needed to be. John didn't want to let go but Sebastian was already drifting away like sand in the wind.

"See you around?" He called hopefully after the retreating blonde.

"...maybe. Probably not, though."

There was a sad bitterness in Sebastian's voice. It thickened his accent and made his already deep voice go lower.

He was still so readable after all these years. John watched him go until he couldn't make out which walking person was Sebastian, then went on his own way. He kept what was said in mind, hoping to bring it up whenever Sherlock was in a mood to accept ideas that contradicted what he wanted.

Even if keeping him away from wherever was just Sebastian being a spiteful bastard towards Moriarty one last time.

[mothras-in-my-belly]

I am this close to writing bible fanfiction istg

[tasmanianstripes]

Amazing how it took the developers of Poppy Playtime two whole chapters to finally make a bare minimum of a functional game

[orangeisthecolorofblood]

one day soon i will have washed enough plates to BECOME dish nirvana in and of itself and any plate placed into my hands will either shatter to dust instantly or immediately become as clean as the day it was created

[maxe-murderer]

At some point I will explore the idea of Paul liking plays