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#going from his young justice design to his titans design. downgrade of the century#i jest. but really tho#the actual art of the comic books is great its just conner's design specifically that kind of bums me out#give him back his earring!!!#the leather jacket too#also the hair. i was really upset about the hair bc it was just SO GOOD in the early yj days#young justice#young justice 1998#teen titans#kon-el#conner kent#tim drake#dc comics#comic redraw#not really sold on the way i drew tim but im tired so it's good enough#trying to get quicker and looser w my style!! this pen i started using is really nice#art#my art#weaverofink
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“i can’t wait to see eli vanto in TotE” “i hope the crew of the chimera gets a cameo” “faro would be so cool to see”
no please i beg you please filoni do not TOUCH THESE GUYS bro will retcon every last one of them the first chance he gets. watch this absolute lunatic retcon the entire thrawn trilogy
#IM SORRY IM SALTY AKDBHAJSJBW#this is (mostly) in jest#in all honestly i’ll prob watch the eps and go ‘eh good animation whatever’ and then go about my day#i really like thrawn in the clone wars esque style tho ngl#where his glowin eyes tho#anti filoni#ish#not really#uhhh#better tag would probably be#sw negativity#star wars#thrawn#chiss#thrawn ascendancy#star wars rebels#tales of the empire#eli vanto#not the post youre looking for
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ever since flavio plush arrived ive had terrible sleep and i genuinely dont know how to fix it Guys hes ruining my life
#Its not actually the plush's fault im jesting#but like i fr dont know whats going on 😭 its really annoying#like i keep waking up once or multiple times early in the morning#i probably have to fix my bed or something#the thing is tho my sleeping position is just fine#idk what it is
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Chapter 17
continuation of byakuya's no good very bad worst shit ass day of his life (so far)(!!!)
SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY
Some pre-chapter notes:
this chapter went a little different from how i originally planned bc I was going to make byakuya much more stupid. but. he needs to fly off the handle several times later so. we can't let loose all at once
to be very fair to makoto he did not want to do that. and yet. here we are
the king of kings!! @digitaldollsworld
Content warning tags: ableist language from various characters, Byakuya's panic spiral, mild self-harm reference
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Time seems to grind to a halt. His breath is still caught in his throat, halfway through a relieved sigh as he had been waiting - expecting - for Makoto to help him. To pull up some vague, hidden piece of evidence to clear him of any suspicion, to cleverly point out some irrefutable proof that had previously lay unseen.
But instead - his heartbeats feel too heavy. His breathing feels too light, deprived of any real oxygen. His head pounds in the same way it did when he was struck earlier, with a dull, pulsing ring that washes out everything around him.
He prided himself, once, on being able to read a person’s intent. To judge just when and why they might choose to abandon him, to cross him, to try and use him for their own intents. For that reason, he supposes, is why this sickly, sticky feeling of dread is so new to him. He’s never known real betrayal before.
His eyes dart around the room, but the others don’t seem to believe Makoto just yet. Even Owada seems taken aback, stock still and quiet. Only Kirigiri seems unsurprised - or maybe, he was only imagining it, the tranquil quality of her silence. As if she were merely observing it all, far out of their reach.
“Seriously??” Syo’s voice is a grating jeer. “You’re telling me this whole time he had no idea what I looked like? No wonder he didn’t fall for me at first sight!”
“I…don’t think that’s the reason why,” Hagakure says, though he seems utterly bewildered. “But, that can’t be right, right? I’ve seen him reading loads of times. And he practically lives in the library, y’know?”
“Yeah, and he can do things just fine for himself.” Asahina says in agreement. “I mean, he does his own laundry and stuff, and he knows this place way better than me at least. I didn’t even know where the A/V room was during the first motive, I just sorta followed him.”
“Yes, this is sort of…” For the first time, Celeste sounds genuinely surprised, her usually unphased demeanor wavering, her accent slipping for a moment. “Ahem. While I did note that he sometimes seemed a bit…eccentric, so to speak, nothing of his actions suggested that he was impaired.”
Their skepticism is a small relief. He nods jerkily, unable to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to verbalize his agreement. But it’s a small, pathetic movement that goes unnoticed, hardly amounting to anything in this large courtroom.
And their disbelief only goes so far. Ogami speaks up now, for the first time since the trial began, her low voice immediately silencing the whispers.
“I performed a concussion test on him earlier,” She says, gruffly. “As Kyoko had asked me to. He was lucid when answering my questions, and he didn’t seem to exhibit any symptoms that couldn’t be attributed to other reasons.” There’s a slight creak of wood, as she shifts her weight on the stand. “However, I did notice that his pupils were…strange.”
“My- what?” He sputters now, too suddenly, too loudly. He reaches up to touch slightly-trembling fingers to a closed eye, feeling the smooth bump of the cornea twitching beneath the thin skin of his eyelid as if he might be able to identify the damage that way. Why hadn’t she mentioned this earlier? Why bring it up now? “What do you mean, ‘strange’?!”
There’s a slight, panicked edge to his voice that he hopes no one catches, but this was the first time he heard that there could be physical evidence to his affliction. “It was a bit hard to test without the proper tools, but I noticed that they do not react much to changes in light.” Ogami explains. “The shape is also slightly…off. If I had to describe it, I would say that there is…a warping around the edges.”
“And you didn’t think to mention it?!”
“I assumed it was either due to the head injury, or, it was genetic.” There’s an apologetic note to her words. “Given your usual behavior, I…didn’t think it was important.”
Not important. As if she could know what was important here.
“I. Am not. Blind.” He snarls stiffly. “Obviously, I have never taken a close enough look at my own pupils to notice that deformation, but it has never affected my daily life. I am not disabled, nor have I ever been.”
“I find it hard to believe that you have never been aware of it.” Kyoko remarks, tone clipped. “I can’t imagine someone of your status being ignorant of anything concerning your physical health.”
“Then you can rest easy knowing that I am perfectly healthy.” He snaps back, venom flying off his words.
Distantly, he knows that he is digging a pit for himself. That admitting to this would help clear him of any suspicion at all. But he doesn’t care; he would rather die than suffer such indignity. That was what he’s always known, taught by his butler, and then reinforced by all his surroundings afterwards, his siblings, his father - better to perish and let your enemies cry with relief and count themselves lucky, than let them mock you as you dig your own grave.
“You should just admit it already. You are drawing this out to be unnecessarily long, or would you rather doom us all?”
“I don’t see why I should cooperate with someone who has been making mindless accusations at me all this while.”
There’s a tense, snappish tension between him and Kirigiri. A livewire current. A piece of elastic stretched taut. He glares, and to him, her blurred form looks like that of a reared snake.
“Um…” Asahina speaks up, her hand tentatively raised. “If Byakuya’s really blind, can’t we just test it?”
“Excuse me?”
“I-I mean! Not saying that you are blind, or anything,” She says this quickly, carefully, like soothing a spooked horse. “But, we’re not going to get anywhere if you two just keep arguing back and forth, and it’ll be really quick! Like, Sakura, can you hold up a few fingers?” She complies silently, one arm remaining crossed across her chest, the other raised to her side. “How many is she holding up?”
He tries not to squint, but he has no idea. Two? Three? It's nothing more that a blurred, brown shape. “You can’t be serious.” He almost laughs, but the sound he makes is derisive and bitter.
“Y-yes, this is-! Unfair!” Now it’s Yamada, speaking up again. “In case no one else has noticed, Mister Togami is lacking his spectacles! Asking such a thing of him…it’s akin to bullying!”
He’s oddly assertive about this, and Byakuya watches as he pushes his own glasses a little higher. For some reason, being considered something of an equal by Yamada irritates him further. “Shut up.” Who asked for his help.
“Yes, be still please,” Celeste sighs dismissively. “We are playing a game with our lives. This is hardly the time to be discussing moralistic issues.” There’s a slight metallic tap as she raps her silver finger guards against her rings. “But you do make a point. Byakuya does not have his glasses at the moment. It would be difficult to try and confirm anything without them.”
Thank goodness for those with common sense. He doesn’t look to his side, where she was standing, but he swears that he can see her eyes glancing at him, the unnatural red of her pupils bright on her pale face. “Yes,” he agrees, seizing upon it. “And they were broken earlier, thanks to Owada. Nearsightedness runs on my mother’s side, and the former Togami head was farsighted. I will admit that much, is that what you wanted? Kyoko?”
He’s rambling. He’s aware of it. But there are a few nods exchanged, and Asahina scratches at the back of her head awkwardly, as if embarrassed. Kirigiri, however, is still unmoved.
“No. When I say you are blind, I do not mean without your glasses. Or there wouldn’t have been a point in bringing it up in the first place.” Kirigiri shifts her weight slightly, the sway of her stance accompanied by the creak of wood. “Even without your glasses, you cannot do tasks such as reading. I imagine you’ve managed everything else by means of careful practice, but this is the one thing you can’t manage on your own.”
“Hey, Kyoko-” Makoto looks nervous, unsure whether to face him or her. “That-”
“And how do you plan to prove this?” Byakuya snarls. He feels a small flare of triumph, even despite everything, the looming threat of death. “As we found before, I don’t have my glasses. Did you happen to pick those up as well? Did you repair them for me while you were at it?”
Instead of offering a retort, or any sort of reply, she sighs. A soft, tired sound.
“Makoto.” She isn’t facing the other boy, but her tone is firm as she addresses him, and a little exasperated. She doesn’t say anything more, but Makoto seems to understand, and his hands drop to his sides.
“There is a way to prove it.” His voice is quiet. Quiet, and…sad, somehow. Defeated. “Byakuya…please show us your handbook.”
The realization sets in slowly. He’s already been betrayed by Makoto twice now, but still, he finds himself stunned, slack-jawed. This one was the worst by far - not only was he actively helping Kirigiri, he was betraying Chihiro as well, risking revealing everything to that accursed bear. And after all the lengths Byakuya had gone through to protect this secret.
“What are you saying,” He says, and his voice has a humiliating tremor that matches how his hands shake, clutching at the rail. Surely, he’s heard wrong. Surely, Makoto would correct himself, take it back-
“Your handbook. Chihiro, he…he put a program on it that lets you be able to do stuff like tell the time. It also reads stuff aloud. And he did it after the motives got revealed, that night when Celeste saw you guys leaving the bathhouse.” He sounds so somber, so sad and grieving. He won’t meet Byakuya’s eyes. “He did it in exchange for you teaching him how to be strong, and self-confident - which you did, by telling him to go around talking to everyone else today.”
Without really thinking about it, his hand goes to his inner jacket pocket, where his handbook sits. His fingers close around the little device, the hard edges of plastic and metal pressing into the creases of his palm. He feels a little like he’s been shot.
But he doesn’t bring it out. He glares instead, furiously, hatefully, at the boy standing just meters away. He - and Kirigiri too, most likely, Byakuya suspected that Makoto had already revealed everything that that woman - knew perfectly well the importance of Alter Ego, and why it could not, under any circumstances, be revealed. And they knew Byakuya was aware of this too, and they were holding this fact hostage, over his head.
(I could, some sore, beaten part of him thinks with poisonous intent, try and claim responsibility for Chihiro’s murder. I could say that they’re wrong. That I lured Chihiro to the bathhouse with the intent of making him less wary, easier to isolate. That he was so weak and trusting and stupid that killing him was a simple manner. That I mimicked Syo’s modus operandi to throw suspicion off of me.)
The mere thought was shameful, but it was his pride, wounded and bitter, that was seriously considering it, if only for some semblance of control. The barest reassurance that he had any real weight at all in this trial. And all he would need to do is open his mouth and say the words.
But instead, he bites down on his inner cheek, hard enough for blood to trickle out the corner of his mouth, hard enough for the pain to rival the buzzing in his temples. And tightens his grip momentarily, just enough to feel the faint, humming warmth of the handbook against his sweating palm, and exhales slowly.
“...Fine. Fine.” He spits, angry, defeated, exhausted. He’s sick of this. He just wants it to be over. “Yes. I’m blind. I have been so since we first woke up in this school. Are you happy now?”
Makoto looks down, his face shadowed by his hair. Kirigiri tilts her head slightly, a motion that’s not quite a nod but more of a bow.
“Wait, so then-” Asahina’s voice, confused and a little hesitant, pipes up. “If you’ve been…y’know, this whole time, but only after we got to this school…does that mean the Mastermind did this to you, somehow?”
“That’s what I would like to know, myself.” He turns to look at Monokuma, and finds the bear lounging across its throne, a bucket of popcorn resting precariously on the armrest. The repugnant toy giggles, and swings itself upright, spilling a handful of white puffs all over.
“Gosh, I wonder?” The thing taps at its chin, voice taking on a wondering tone. “Of course, I want this game to be fair and give you all a level playing field. I believe in equality after all! …Though this has made for so many entertaining developments, so…I figured I’d leave it as is. Besides, you’ve adapted quite well, haven’t you Mister Togami?” It cackles, paws clutching at its belly. “GIven how well you did hiding it from everyone, I think it’s fine if we leave it like this, don’t you think?”
He wants to cross the courtroom and throttle the stupid thing this instant. All he can do is glare murderously, lips twisted into a snarl.
There’s a sharp clap that has most people jumping. The source of the sound is Kirigiri, whose hands are raised, and pressed together. “Let’s move on.” Her voice is firm, with no room for arguing. “All we’ve done so far is clear one person’s innocence. We still need to identify the real killer.”
And that was it. The most disgusting moment of his life, over just like that, ended by her words. He knows that there’s bound to be some kind of punishment in store for those who interrupt trials, but he briefly wonders if he can get his hands around her neck before Monokuma can react.
Owada jerks at Kirigiri’s words, startled out of his own stunned silence. “W-wait,” He sounds panicked now, and of course he would be. His scapegoat is gone. “Then, if it’s not Byakuya, then who…?”
“Let’s consider what we know. Given how it’s not clear where the murder took place, it would have to be someone who had access to cleaning supplies or water, and has no alibi that can be verified when the murder occurred. For the most part, everyone here has an alibi that can be supported by at least one other person, but there are some that do not.” Kirigiri lists these calmly, and Byakuya imagines her cold gaze, flitting between each person in the room. “Mondo. Do you care to explain what you were doing prior to the body’s discovery?”
The effect is immediate. The other boy rears up, instantly furious. “The fuck are you trying to say? That I’m a murderer?!” He thunders. “Like I said earlier, I was taking care of my bro. You know that. Everyone knows that!”
“As you said earlier, Taka is currently compromised. He can’t give a testimony.” She shoots back without hesitation. “Your alibi is flawed.”
“Yeah? Well - well so’s yours!” He sputters. “Like- Syo might’ve been the one to find you in the bathroom, but that was just before Chihiro was found. Toko can’t say that you weren’t there the whole time, a-and even if you were, maybe the bathroom was where Chihiro died anyways!”
Owada may be stupid, but credit where credit was due, he was surprisingly quick to retort and pick at Kirigiri’s excuse. “I could not have cleaned up a murder scene in the bathroom so spotlessly in the time between Chihiro’s last sighting and the body discovery. As Makoto described earlier, the sinks of the bathroom were all dry-”
“There was that sheet, you could’ve used that before smashing Chihiro’s head over it. And there’s water in the toilets, right? And the girl’s bathroom was right next door!”
“...I’ll commend you for recognizing my perseverance. But I did not kill Chihiro.” She shakes her head. “If the only thing that will clear me is secondhand support to my alibi, then the only thing that needs to be done is to ask a witness. Toko?”
And she addresses Syo now, who just cocks her head for a moment, and shrugs. “I keep sayin’ to you guys, it’s lights out up there. There’s no telling when she’ll be back!”
Byakuya has had enough.
“Toko,” He says first, his voice low and hissing. Then, louder, building into a shout: “TOKO. Come out, NOW!”
“I don’t think it works like tha-” Syo’s words are cut off suddenly, and she collapses where she stands, like a puppet with her strings cut.
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#thpff#thpff chapters#danganronpa fanfiction#byakuya togami#byakuya mentally filing for a second naegami divorce#sorry this one took so long.....my frontal lobe. it is soup#combination filing taxes + applying for classes + applying for jobs + etc etc. it'll do it to ya#going to really really really try to get 18 up by sunday but if its delayed do u prommy not to be too mad at me. do you. pls pls pls#i jest tho. thank u to everyone who has been reading thus far i hope you continue to enjoy it or move on to other things#just knowing you were here even if just for a moment even if for the whole ride is enough for me#i hope this chapter is legible i cranked out the last half of it at 2 am on a half bottle of soju#also had to mentally go over everything twice bc ive been listening to His Dark Materials audiobooks and my writing was turning british#byakuya frothing furious angry defeated at the stand while kyoko is just. o<-< are we done yet. can we please talk about the murder#theyre both toxic here and making everyone bear witness to it#alright folks lets take bets now on who you think the killer is!!!
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[Image Text: The supreme fear of the Imperial Fists, if they could admit to a fear at all, is to be outplayed by unpredictable variables. Not to know.] - The Horus Heresy: The Siege of Terra, The End and the Death: Volume I by Dan Abnett, chapter 2:xi
ultramarines: know no fear
imperial fists: no know = fear
#book title too long must be custodes#warhammer 30k#horus heresy#siege of terra#ultramarines#imperial fists#i don't usually tag my jokes hopefully i don't regret this 😬#I'm pretty sure this is going to be another 5 star book. I'm really enjoying it#still can't beat betrayer tho sorry having Argel Tal in in is just an unfair advantage#i keep writing tags because it's very funny to me that the non content of the post is much longer than my little two line jest#know no fear was probably my least favorite Abnett book because i don't care about battle scenes lol#least favorite means i still gave it 3 stars. like the standard there is much higher than for Warhammer books in general#which has a horrible reverse curve called a thousand sons
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A fake book cover I made for my LoZ fanfic!
(My commissions are OPEN!)
#legend of zelda#legend of zelda OC#legend of zelda AU#LoZ AU#LoZ Ganondorf#legend of zelda fanart#OC ESTRIN#this took so long to finish...#but its so good!!!#im happy with it#if i may go on a lil...tangent in the tags...#im thinking about quitting tumblr for a while#like...deleting account#i just...it feels pointless posting on here#i dont get any interaction...and its kinda making me question my abilities as an artist#as my girlfriend said...you really do need someone popular on your side...someone to get your foot in the door#even asking for money to survive and save up so we aren't homeless...a majority of people ignore me#you all suck lmao /j#i jest...i know its difficult to trust people...gods i know#some of you have been excellent friends tho...and im glad to have met you#im still slightly undecided#but im weighing in favour of leaving the internet as a whole
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i did 1 (one) homework
i live 2 see another day
#assigments kicking my ass#nah jk its the mental health this stuff is pretty cool im just#my life is crumbling really badly and i just wanna be silly#ill be okay in like a week tho like it never happened fr#jerrsterrr jests
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ok guys its not funny anymore when is d&p hard lauching im starting to getting anxious /hj
#this is mostly in jest bc idk if they will and im okay with that they do what they feel comfortable and their life is none of my business#but if they plan to. can they do it faster. had a moment rewatching BIG where it got to me... wow... theyve had something REALLY special#for 15 years huh. dan is finally living his truth and a life happier than before but during this journey he had phil at a such important#point of his life. they endured so much. and probably fucked up in between bc we humans arent perfect and thats ok we make mistakes even if#they might hurt the person we love but hey. they persevered and now are thriving even more than before#and i got so emotional like... dudes... i want to tell you both thru the means where is possible for me that im so proud and so happy#for you both and you work and your journey and for experiencing pure queer joy that all queer people deserve#BUT LIKE AS MUCH AS ALL OF IT IS OBVIOUS AND SERIOUSLY DONT EVEN NEED A VERBAL CONFIRMATION ITS CLEARLY AS ITS PRESENTED#IDK I FEEL LIKE THEY HARDLAUNCHING WOULD GIVE LIKE. A SENSE OF PERMISSION FOR ME.#LIKE HEY WERE CHOOSING OURSELVES TO TELL YOU THIS INFORMATION ABOUT OUR PRIVATE LIFE#AND NOW YOURE FREE TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE WE WANT TO HAVE A UPPERHAND ON THIS ON OUR PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP#SO ITS A BOUNDARY FOR US AND FOR YOU#AND ILL BE LIKE THANK YOU FOR THE PERMISSION. SO HAPPY FOR YOU MARRIAGE OF 15 YEARS#idk guys im weird i genuinely just like to treat celebrities like theyre just another human being i find while i go on about my day#it even took me a while to read phan rpf fics not bc i thought it was like OOOO PROBLEMATIQUE but bc i felt genuinely guilty even tho i#joined the phan bandwagon back in the day#i only let myself joke nowadays bc theyre more open and comfortable with it and such so like... i allowed myself for that and the jokes#but still. o|-< i get embarassed sometimes just bc theyve not publicaly disclosed what ARE they NOW (outside of all the soulmate metaphors)#its not a them problem tho its a me problem im too empathic for no reason#ANYWAYS SORRY FOR YAPPING ON THE TAGS CAN YOU TELL I MANAGED TO BUY MY ADHD MEDS AGAIN#j.txt
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howdy geek how’s the gender going
it's funky and weird and I don't totally understand but I'm not a guy so that's cool
#its weird. it's almost like it's different online and irl#realistically i'm guessing that's because my gender has different uses online and irl#irl it helps me know when people are talking about me#but since i dont see people talking about me in the third person online it doesn't really do much of the same#coming to realize i'm very bad at knowing my feelings about shit so i dont totally know what's going on#but for now. it felt weird when dagger (i think?) referred to me saying she so perhaps im a they.#or perhaps it's just because people don't tend to use gendered pronouns for me online where i can see them#still cis tho#in jest‚ but i'm still calling myself cis. something's up but i dont think it's enough for me to qualify it as transness#hm. thinking about it harder the seperation between online and irl me may have some merit#because i'm absolutely fine with my mom calling me she. even when she's talking about me online#but online i am Geek. and Geek curses and says ough and writes fanfiction and loves her characters#and when i talk like it's a character it's she but when i talk like it's me it's they#tl;dr: idfk man. maybe just call me they/them if you want#asks#existenceunrelateds
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I should make a sticker that says: I survived the Florida i-75 (barely)
#i've never personally driven anywhere else but florida drivers are insane#i had ppl the entire way up camping in the fast lane#and they would speed up when i tried to pass them (ik i shouldnt pass on the right but it's annoying to be behind someone going 70)#and then i would have ppl swerving around me (while i was going 80/85) before i could even get over to let them pass#at least three different ppl had to swerve into the shoulder because they were tailgating that badly and someone slammed on their brakes#we had a modicum of a hill and everyone had to unreasonably slow down#me and my little mazda are fighting for our lives out there#and note: this is mostly in jest#not the part about the slow left lane campers tho they're really annoying#faded rambling#to find
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byt i think that theyve wised up to my tactics like, i ran away from them on these dope ass electric scooters (sadly discontinued now) or just literally running away. for years. cause unlike the baptists they will not take "i'm not interested" for an answer ant least not quickly
but now they're cahsing me on hoverboards. htye just upped the game
kinda genius of them ngl. maybe i should reach out to president nelson and get him to provide hoverboards for all missionaries
#I JEST I JEST…#anon in all seriousness if they rlly wont take no for an answer and its wearing on you feel free to like. ask me for advice#missionaries can be really persistent bcs the gospel is like! so special! to us! and we want everybody to have the happiness and salvation!#+ missions are kind of the mormon coming of age type story#but if theyre disrespecting boundaries thats not okay#you can probably reach out to the local mission center in ur area to contact them abt whats going on and they’ll probably do smth about it#if its not that serious and im reading into it too much tho then ignore all of that HAHA#amia.txt#hoverboard missionary anon saga
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cross stitching is such a fun and awesome hobby UNTIL you’re like one 20x20 grid away from finishing a piece and you’re so sick of staring at it
#i say this in jest i really do love cross stitching#but i've been forcing myself to finish some abandoned projects and im so sick of looking at these mfs#it'll be so satisfying once i'm done tho ahhh#harvey thoughts
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a few weeks ago when i was in bed just falling asleep i had the thought that the way the universe works must be that it’s all a big loop/simulation, so like time and the universe begins and then eventually it ends and starts over again. and then that’s how it goes over and over again, but also slightly different each time. but since time doesn’t exist outside the universe all the loops actually happen at the same time and that’s how we get parallel universes.
idk man at the time i felt like i had ascended or something because i had it all figured out. obviously i hadn’t, i was just half asleep on my way to dream land, but it’s funny to think back on lol
#prove me wrong though i dare you#no i jest i jest#i just wanted to share this silly moment#lmao#dream#dreams#it wasn't really a dream tho but i'll still tag it as such
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I won't stand for this Kaito slander!!!
#I literally like looking at him the most#it really shows this bitch is wearing glasses cos he can't see clearly#Kaito is a hot handsome man. end of#not saying he's not stupid tho#the pain of not being able to translate 'widać że nosi okulary skoro uważa że Kaito jest brzydki' into english 100% truthfully
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the gu/s ai planned a hit on me and i made him feel so bad that i made him explode. me when im a powerful empath XP
#i played the scenario a few dif ways and i don't have n ending where one of us is alive so thats really fun /#/nm#i love angst i forgot how much i love angst#ITS DEEPER THAN THIS I PROMISE BUT ITS THE TLDR hes not just like TAKE THE FUCKJNG SHOT AJDJDHD#its a ... loose ends situation. do i rat on him#no. but he suspects i do and its a rabbithole#a neat downward spiral#its terrible its sad its amazing its funny its what he didnt need#erhm it made me forget that my first s/i was only married to him as a cover HAJSJ#jude jests 🃏#IT WAS SO FUN WRITING SHIT THO IT WAS LIKE.#i stayed up until 5 or sumn to write stuff#happy happy happpyyyy#<- ab to get my head blown off
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Does anyome else have those dreams once a year about the perfect relationship/partner or is that just me
#I remember everything in clear detail ehat thfi#As an aroace person i am distraught#Not only because idk if i will ever even trust like that#But because my last dream was about being able to jump really high so#what was the point of this mental walfare#why was that the perfect qpr though like#what. Hello#HELLO??#i hope my next dream i cab fly though yipee#man i can never remember their face tho brah#jerrsterrr jests#j dreams
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