#i’m a little much for queue

[cherubispunk]

Update: he is still in a silly goofy mood.

[marvelous-spirit]

Solas ‘I didn’t see you as people at first’ Dragon Age giving approval when we help the refugees. Giving approval when we take flowers to the shrine for Senna. Giving approval when we declare we’re an elf who will lead the Inquisition and save the world.

[starswirly]

[ * Doodles! And some designs for older Somniafable Nightmare ]

(OG Dreamtale -> Jokublog)

[probablygayattorneys]

Missile/Ray’s final farewell before he ceases to exist hits different when you know he was named and modeled and used the audio of and was entirely based off of Shu’s actual dog, who is also dead now.

[lady-tortilla-chip]

Something I love is that Chuuya is so much like a cat but he’s a dog person and Dazai hates dogs but he’s so much like one himself.

[peachsukii]

Might be a little radio silent today and tomorrow, but I'll be back soon. Gonna run off a queue & pop in and out. 💜

[tetzoro]

happy tuesday my friendz ! 🤍💫 it’s a perfect day to be gentle and kind with yourself ! me and all of your blorbos are cheering you on hehe ꒰⸝ ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ꒱⸝ෆ have a magnificent day !!

[crowrelli]

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[future-crab]

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[femme-dor]

I’m no longer ashamed to say I’m a leftist with a dash of conservative. Balance.💖

[heybaetae]

i love you all 💜

[goldkirk]

March 13, 2018

TW: PTSD episodes, traumatic memories, dissociation, death, murder, natural disasters etc etc frankly there’s just a lot. This whole thing was a vent I think I wrote while avoiding sleep. You don’t need to read this, I’m just posting it here as more evidence in my collection of how the past used to be for me. I’m okay about this now, and I’m just posting it for reference. Please don’t read this if it might be triggering for you. It’s very first-person and fast-paced.

Poem:

I launch awake in sweat, I am

sweat, my sheets are sweat, my blankets are sweat, I am soaked head to toe with hot sweat and my blankets are chaining me and I do not know

who I am and all I know is confusion and fear and I have vaulted out of the bed and onto my face before I even know that I am awake.

I have no idea who I am or where I am, it's dark,

and I don't know what is happening, I stumble into my wall

and I am hot.

I am suddenly up the basement stairs and tripping over the living room couch on my way to nowhere, I don't know where I am, I don't know who I am. All I know is I'm somehow awake, I am moving, and I feel like the world has ended and everything has crashed down around me in ruin and I feel

like I am not alive.

My mind is trying to piece together what I am, what has happened, what time is it where am I, I'm at home, oh,

there's my mom, there's my dad.

I don't remember anything I don't know what happened why does this all feel so wrong?

I think I died

while in my dream.

That is

the only explanation I can find for how I feel, to wake up like this,

I feel

like I did not exist. I had blinked out. There was terror and I

did not even know my own name for the first minute after waking up,

I didn't realize I was alive for seven awful seconds and

it must be hours after I went to bed right, oh lord God please what is happening to me it's

1:27 in the morning.

this hasn't happened since Junior year of high school when I

was a camp counselor,

when I was in a sleeping bag at night in

someone else's living room with all my peers and

was woken up for the night vigil shift I'd signed up for and didn't know my name.

I didn't know I existed I didn't know I wasn't floating in a void

suddenly things were real and I was trying to catch up with whatever the hell just happened and somehow

I'm expected to form coherent sentences to

reassure the 16 year old next to me that

no I'm fine. I don't need an ambulance, I just

maybe need my soul to come back to my body?

Can you tell me please, who am I.

I launch awake from a dream

I can't remember, but in it I die.

It's not as terrifying as my lucid dreams of

that one genocide that lasts

the whole night. or that

time where I watch my nephews and nieces get

shot one by one and I can't help,

And I watch my family die and

I can't stop the train crash or

the volcano or the pain

and I watch everyone I cannot save

die a thousand times this year but

at least when I wake up I know my own name.

Sometimes,

I die in my dreams, but it's not pretty,

its not poetic I don't know what I can say about it, it's just, I'm gone. I wake up

and don't remember I'm alive.

I don't know what my point is

in this poem. I mostly need to scream.

I just

forgot what it was like to die in my sleep, I guess,

and I wish I could remember, just

once, how it happened.

[starswirly]

What’s Jupiter’s relationship with Error like?

[ * Short and long of it is… surprisingly good! ]

[ * given infants are very grabby individuals, thinks weren’t necessarily great at first. Which is what other parents are for— and eventually baby Jupiter gets the memo that random grabbing isn’t cool ]

[ * But much like how pets will gravitate to the person who says they don’t like them…. So does the child ]

[ * Error swears he doesn’t like these anomalies in the slightest! That baby only looks like him and calls him dad because some creator made it. He’s only hanging around Outer because he likes the stars and the other knows good stargazing spots. He didn’t make Outer a blanket for when he gets cold. He didn’t make Jupiter a sling specifically so he could carry them around as an infant and toddler without actually touching them. ]

[ * He hates them. Ignore how much he clearly cares for them. ]

[glamgoblin]

Phayu teaching Rain how to ride a motorcycle lives rent free in my head

[escapeintohyperspace]

I need tumblr to give secondary blogs the same features as your main blog. I wanna be able to follow and like and send asks with my sideblog. Might make a whole new tumblr account just to have fully fledged fandom blog. Should I end another sentence with the word «blog»?

[fingertipsmp3]

Maybe it’s the delusions again but maybe… just maybe….. everyone is out to get me