#i am so tired and braindead

[tsartistry]

Local death god infodumps about his special interest (human bodies)

Anubis doesn't have a lot of personality in The Kane Chronicles aside from being quiet and broody (but still very unapologetically sweet to Sadie and Walt) but I imagine once he gets comfortable enough to unmask, his friends are getting an endless stream of Fun Facts About Human Biology. He is the one who invented the mummification process, after all.

On a scale of Apollo to Anubis, how excited is this god to inhabit a mortal body?

Seeing as I hail from the Venom fandom, I am 100% primed to adore this "brain buddies sharing a body and also maybe romantically involved" dynamic. I need all my fellow Venom fans to read The Kane Chronicles and bring that Symbrock energy to Walt/Anubis and Set/Amos.

This design for Anubis is shamelessly lifted from @feeshies check out his art he does great work.

[actual-changeling]

one single hot take from me before i go rewatch the reunion scene ten times and then go tf to bed.

we have a show full of queer people. every single person we encounter with the exception of the british probably is QUEER. ALL OF THEM. let that fucking sink in for a second.

and the queerness is so multi faceted and well done and reflects the realities of so many people watching it.

so if you sit down after this finale and type a post that in any shape or form calls izzy's death homophobic, "bury your gays", or anything in that direction? i need you to go outside for real. i need you to fucking log off and look at the news. maybe look at some nice queer media statistics from 2014-2016. maybe turn on the fucking tv and scroll through the programs and THEN you can come back and tell me how many queer people you saw. how many shows that are unashamedly about queerness.

yeah that's what i fucking thought you absolute twat.

if you are harassing creators over their writing choices when they are out there risking their careers to create queer media you are a vile person and i want nothing to do with you.

[sambrosiac]

not now sweetie, mommy's defending sam winchester in the tiktok comments

[dead-salmon]

what fucks with my brain is i see people with who many of my political views align with

but then they go "north korea has a good government actually, so does china, the ddr was a good thing, it's all just western propaganda" and i'm????

am i missjng something here? did i miss something here? i cann 100% well say the ddr isn't and wasn't a good thing, but wdym n.korea and chinas governments are good actually. aren't those dictatorships? how are they good? am i missing something? are they actually dictatorships or not? what's the propaganda here, dictatorship or no dictatorship??? i know there's lits of propaganda about it in the west, but they're still not good governments?? right???? help???????????

[sodapoppss]

What if- what if an inkling or Octoling ate their own hair would it taste bad or would you just need to season it and it would taste good

[solstheimtxt]

Doordash when i catch u doordash, when i fucking catch you doordash

[phoenix-flamed]

New outfit for him? New outfit for him.

[iron-niffler]

god im tired

[whentherewerebicycles]

ok reworked a big chunk of my cover letter and then ran out of steam (I have slept… so badly all week) but I’m feeling positive about it. I really don’t want to spend a ton of time obsessing over it so I’m going to try to finish it tomorrow after my morning meetings. I have an annoying work meeting first thing (about the situation I rage-cried about earlier today) but then I get to follow it up with a meeting with my all-time fave student. those calls always leave me feeling sooo happy and energized so I should be in a great headspace for finishing the letter. I ideally want to submit tomorrow but if I feel the materials aren’t quite there for whatever reason I’ll allow myself the weekend to tinker. I am qualified for this job! and pretty sure I would greatly enjoy literally every aspect of it!! cross your fingers for me!!!

[covenofthearticulate]

you ever get just one of those weird moments where you realize if anyone saw you right now you would look so weird

[marichild]

just gonna rant here to NOT deal with my notifications on wp

lmao I just came out to my boyfriend and friends as demisexual. as expected he was rlly supportive and one of my friends had the most hilarious reaction: "uhhh forgive me for being the dumbest motherfucker in the world but um are you not bisexual or did I like. imagine that" and I died laughing like "NOOO BABY I AM, I'M ALSO DEMI" and explained what it was to her so yeah that was good.

what wasn't good was how someone I am close to said that I'm just being picky about who gets to "take my virginity" or something. it was meant to be a joke I think, but it actually really hurt because I'm not a hundred-percent sure if the label is exactly right, I mean it feels right but I'm paranoid, but I know that like. if I'm going to have sex it'll be with someone I know and trust and love because I just cannot imagine having sex with anybody who isn't. it's more of that in addition to the fact I feel safer, I would genuinely just feel so weird getting intimate with anyone otherwise, maybe even just straight-up NOT wanting to go there. idk man I'm sixteen I try not to think too hard about these things.

but like. that hurt. she knows I'm sensitive about my identity especially during my bad days and like. things are rough rn. idk if I should even take this seriously cause like, she didn't mean to hurt me, but when I think about it it sounds like such a not-okay comment??? she's my friend but also I shouldn't be excusing my friends should I :(((

ah whatever

[synonymroll648]

So scioly season is starting up and wait that isn't even why i found that

So in chem we had a lab and my lab partner was trying to send me the pictures for it (the reason why above is because i found this out while we were both at scioly and my brain decided to just store that i stead of what actually happened)

And i was checking my google drive and found nothing so i went and searched and i found some old scioly schedules that i created in google sheets to keep track of things

Now my usage of google sheets for my fedex scioly au makes a lot more sense and i think my need to research something is because i might just be like that.

bro i wish i knew how to use google sheets. that platform is a mystery to me smh. but i'm glad you found something that works for you!! it's great when things work :)

[chlodines]

guys................. when i get my neuropsych on wed.. im j gna spend the whole time thinking abt how im going to go home right after and hit my budussy and get stoned off one rip

[snowymaltese]

16+ hour long workday on a goddamn Sunday, let's fucking gooooooo

[glitchthesenuts]

i will never get tired of this blog, i will never run out of ideas

[dsybouquet]

braindead about ceo! ellie who goes out with her managers for drinks after a day in the office. the first buttons of her white shirt open and the rest of her suit a bit losely, letting go of the work environment to enjoy herself.

after a drink, she notices you behind the counter, serving people, mixing drinks. something about you was so mesmerising.. she just couldn’t look away.

slowly she excused herself from her colleagues and walked over to the point of the counter where you were polishing glasses. she placed her glass on the counter, resting her arm next to it.

“mind refilling?”

she asked, causing you to look up and face her. a smirk painted on her lips as her green eyes met yours in the dimmed light of the bar.

“sure!”

you answered as kind as ever, smiling at the woman in front of you. you turned around to reach the liquor shelf, taking the whiskey down. ellies eyes fell on your short skirt, which in the front was covered by your apron.

you refilled her glass, asking if she needs anything else.

“what’s a girl like you doing in a bar like this?”

her tattooed hand reaching for the glass of whiskey in front of her.

“trying to keep her head above the water while going to university.”

you laughed, throwing a dish towel over your shoulder.

“and what’s a woman like you doing here?”

ellies smirk got wider, she loved the attitude. and you loved the fact that you knew you’d get good tips from that.

“university? what are you studying?”

“psychology”

you smiled, leaning against the counter. you push a strand of hair behind your ear and took a sip from your bottle. ellie hardly met someone who could hold eye contact as well as you can, shes almost the one wanting to look away.

“a pretty psychology student working in a bar like this? this is not up your alley.”

her voice was quiet, but loud enough for you to hear.

“i have to get by somehow. and after all, the pay is good, the tips even better.”

oh ellie could see why you get tipped well. engaging in conversations, having the pretty privilege and being smart too.

“excuse me for a second.”

you said, walking over to serve one of your regulars his usual beer, having a quick chit chat while doing so. ellie didn’t like how the man looked at you. lust drunken eyes while drinking his beer.

of course, you just looked too good, you were so kind too. she watched while you talked to him, analysing your posture. as a psychology student, you for sure knew how to talk and present yourself to the different people on front of you.

when you turned to face her again, you caught her staring. you smiled, thinking to yourself how an woman this attractive was so intrigued by you.

you eyed her. her tattooed hand, from which you wondered how far up her arm the tattoo was going. the suit and the - by now - unorganised shirt underneath. the way too expensive watch and rings. her eyes and freckles and the auburn hair, which was halfway put in a loose bun.

she was oddly beautiful.

“sorry, had to serve a local.”

you smiled, leaning back over the counter to talk to ellie.

“What’s your name, dear?”

the way she asked for your name made your knees weak.

“______. What’s yours?”

“Ellie.”

you kept the conversation going until you had to close the bar. in between you served your locals, you served new clients but you always returned to ellie. there was just something about her. something so special that you didn’t even question why you were talking to her all night long in between running around.

tired as the clock strikes 4 am, you printed her bill, still smiling and talking with the woman so amazing that your psychology brain couldn’t handle it.

“alright, here’s your bill! we’re closing.”

you put it in front of her, smiling slightly before you turned around to put some glasses in the drawer.

when you looked back to where ellie was, she was gone. only leaving a 200$ note on the plate with the bill and her number written with a pen - text me xx written behind it.

part 2 is out now !! find it right here !