#i'm sorry that you have to read this

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

a/n: i do not remember writing this at all, but it was in my drafts. i think that this might just have been a 3am thing as there is absolutely no plot to this whatsoever, so i am sorry that it makes no sense at all, but i thought that it was somewhat cute anyway and so here we are. enjoy?

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in pursuit of laughter (with the perfect degree of mirth)

Wednesday was outright refusing to rest. Each night, Enid could hear her clacking away at her typewriter, polishing her cello, stepping about in a quick pace around their shared room.

At first, the blonde hadn't questioned it. Wednesday was weird. We all knew that; it wasn't until she noticed the heavy bags that seemed to be pulling at the girl's eyelids that she decided to step in. The writer looked like she was in pain. Well, more pain than usual. Enid had spoken to Thing about it ad nasuem. He had expressed to her that she often does this. She goes through phases of insomnia. It wasn't entirely uncommon, but it didn't ever last this long. Five days. Wednesday hadn't closed her eyes in five days. Most people would have been driven mad by the third day, but not Wednesday. Because she was weird.

As if Enid had Beetlejuice-d her roommate with her mind, the latter came stomping through the door. Her movements were slow; her whole body drooping to the floor. She dropped her bag down beside her bed before collapsing onto her mattress with a sigh.

"Howdy, roomie!" Enid almost yelled.

Wednesday flinched at the decibel of Enid's tone before grunting at her roommate in response. This'd been the trajectory of how the majority of their conversations had concluded over the last few days. The werewolf missed her roomie. She had missed her usual not as cold, detached tone. These last few days had been far too cold for her liking.

After another minute of Enid staring at Wednesday and Wednesday pretending that she hadn't noticed, the raven haired girl stood up and started to move sluggishly towards their shared bathroom.

Enid followed her across the floor with her eyes. She needed to fix her friend and if Wednesday wanted to play hardball, well, so could she.

It had been a couple of minutes, but as the writer emerged from the bathroom, looking more worn out than when she had left those few minutes ago, the blonde decided that it was now or never.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Enid pounced onto her roommate, the pair toppling to the floor with a very undignified thump. Wednesday struggled admirably, trying in vain to push Enid away from her. She should know by now that her tired spaghetti arms are no match for Enid's human strength, never mind her wolf strength. With little effort, the blonde forced Wednesday's hands behind her back and held them there with one knee.

"Enid, let me go," Wednesday hissed, her braid whipping around as she turned her head to face Enid.

The look that she gave to the other girl was almost enough to make her falter. Almost. Eyes on the prize, Enid. "No. You need to sleep, Wednesday."

The raven haired girl growled under her breath, hissing as she felt a hand latch onto her side. Her breath hitched as she realised what it was that Enid was planning to do.

"Enid, no. Don't." Her struggling became a little bit more frantic, but she was far too exhausted to really make it count.

"I'm sorry, Wednesday, but you leave me no choice. If you refuse to sleep then I will just have to make you."

And she went straight for the kill. Enid dug her fingers into Wednesday's ribs and hit the spots just between the bones that she knew drove the girl insane. The reaction was instantaneous.

"Ahahahahaha! Ehihihihinid!"

The werewolf couldn't help but smile along with the goth's laughter. She would never get tired of hearing her giggles and snorts. "Yes?"

The teasing lilt in her voice made Wednesday blush a shade darker than she had been. "Stohohohop it!"

Enid hummed, her face appearing to be in deep thought for a moment before her movements became a little bit more aggressive. She was not playing around. "No, I don't think I will."

Wednesday tried to pull at her hands, which were still suspended behind her back, to no avail. She snorted as Enid hit that dreaded spot on her second rib. It made giggles turn to full laughter as her struggling became slower under the weight of her exhaustion and her cachinnation.

Enid grinned down at the girl underneath her. "Oh, right, this is a really bad spot for you," she teased, snickering to herself. "I forgot."

If Wednesday had access to her knives right now, the werewolf would be dead. In fact, as soon as she regained control of all four of her limbs, the werewolf would die.

The blonde let her hands retreat from Wendesday's body, the writer gasping in some much needed air. Her head dropped to the floor, forehead resting against dusty floorboards. If Enid didn't know any better, she could have sworn that she saw the writer's eyes close for a few seconds as she gathered herself.

Progress.

She looked down into Wednesday's eyes and could almost see that her resolve was breaking. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"

Wednesday turned her head just slightly to face the blonde's that was hovering above hers. "No, it is my writing -"

But the werewolf was having none of that. Enid wiggled her hand into Wednesday's short pocket and dug her thumb into the crease where the girl's leg met her body. It was a stab in the dark, to be honest. She wasn't entirely sure if the girl was ticklish there, but it was one of her worst spots. So she figured why not. She was not disappointed. Wednesday started snorting and cackling immediately. She tried to threaten Enid, to yell that she was going to use her bed springs to remove the werewolf's fingernails, but no words were making it past her manical laughter. It was frankly embarrassing how much of a reaction she was able to get out of her with just one finger.

Wednesday's face had reached an undiscovered shade of red as her head shot around in silent laughter. Enid used her thumb to dig into that spot whilst a claw simultaneously scratched circles onto her bottom ribs, bringing forth the perfect degree of mirth.

It wasn't until the girl had completely resigned herself to her fate that Enid retreated her hands again and released Wednesday's arms from their hold behind her back. Wednesday, for her part, lay on the floor in a puddle of her own limbs as she tried to gather herself together. Before she was able to regain full composure of her body, however, she felt herself be scooped up off the floor and carefully placed down onto her bed.

She stared tiredly up at Enid as the other girl brought the covers over her body, humming as she did so, and tucked the sides underneath her both of her arms.

The werewolf smiled down at her. "Sleep sweet, roomie," she said before skipping over to her own bed. Wednesday could have sworn that she saw the blonde fist pump Thing before her eyes drooped closed, and she fell into a very pleasant dream of revenge.

Enid was going to suffer, and Wednesday was going to enjoy every moment of inflicting said suffering.

[andsewingishalfthebattle]

Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.

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[buckysteve]

art/patrick + old childhood best friends motif

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

If Jin Ling is bald because WWX cursed Jin Zixuan then why are Jin Guangshan and Jin Guangyao bald🤔🤔

Jin Ling was always going to be bald, Wei Wuxian's curse was just an accidental prophecy that will haunt Jin Zixuan for exactly one month.

[teaboot]

if ur a murderbot nerd now do u have any fun opinions abt it yet?

Oh my goddd you have no idea

I really, really, really like Murderbot because it comes at life with this perspective we don't often see that is very real among people who have already been through traumatic experiences, who developed skills and abilities to suvive that were once useful but no longer have context- that search that traumatized people go through to recalibrate and reorient ourselves in a world where we no longer really need those things to survive.

A bit personal here, but my own issues personally involved a lot of psychological abuse that made it difficult to trust my own perceptions of reality, and as a result I found I was very easy to lie to and manipulate.

To handle this, I became obsessive over writing things down, cataloging details and making notes of things as they happened- I'd carry recording devices and make audio recordings and stay up late at night to transcribe what they'd picked up, read those over and over again to reassure myself of things I wasn't certain about.

While doing this, there were others close to me that I felt responsible for, who I had to protect from others and protect myself from at the same time. Life was about two things: Evidence, and defusing threats

Over time, I learned to trust myself as my memories matched what had been recorded where their narrative didn't, but I never really kicked the habit. Like Murderbot, I had added something to my own programming that reassured me I was safe, that I was in control of myself, that I couldn't be mistaken or crazy or broken or used.

I'm only on book two, but already I see myself in Murderbot again. No spoilers here, but when I left home- left that dangerous context- I didn't need to repeat these patterns to survive anymore, but I still did, because I didn't know anything else anymore. It felt safe, comfortable, knowing knowing that the past couldn't repeat itself, because I'd written that flaw- blind trust in myself-  out of my programming and replaced it with something else.

Still, though, I'd become something specially suited to thrive in a very specific environment. Nothing else felt right like followinghigh-risk situations, like witnessing and watching and recording and knowing I had proof of the truth where others might not.

People took notice. I wound up in security by accident, but's an environment that I thrive in due to the same patterns and behaviours I originally developed when I had no other choice. I climbed the ladder pretty quickly, once supervisors caught on that my reports were the most accurate, most objective, most factual, detail-oriented and timely. I keep others and myself safe and prioritize public safety above all else, and I perform well under pressure

Now I'm in a position where I often wonder, do I enjoy this job, or is it just what I'm good at? I have a set of skills now, but do I have the option of choosing not to use them? What would I be, if not this? Could I be anything else? Can Murderbot be anything else?

It has a set of skills that set it apart, make it different, special. It does what it knows best. But is it free? Does it want to be? What does it want? Does it have to do what it was built to do? What if it didn't?

I know what I'm good for. The idea of deliberately leaving what I'm good for for something uncertain, that I might hate, that I might be useless at- the choice to give up what was so important to me for so long and become deliberately obsolete?

Let go of my entire purpose? The only thing I know, that I fit so well into but don't actually know if I enjoy? Now that I can choose? Now that enjoyment is a luxury I can afford to consider?

Yeah, that resonates.

I like the Murderbot series so far because it feels the way I feel: Like the most significant and formative part of my story, the part where I became what I am, has already happened

And now I have to just. Keep going

Into... what?

It feels absurd. Like a microwave giving up on reheating food and deciding to start a life around abstract dance.

So, uh. Yeah. It's really very wild to see this same philosophical-ish dilemma I've been digging over in the back of my mind and in therapy for the last forever laid out so plainly in a genuinely exciting and enjoyable story like this. I feel much less alone, and I... kind of really need to see how it resolves, I think.

So, uh. Yeah. Read Murderbot, I guess

[evilkaeya]

THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT KAITO AND SHINICHI ARE COUSINS??

[qwantzfeed]

to be fair it really is one of the best ways to consume dry dead leaves

[tempo-takoyaki]

Heaven Official's Blessing except I haven't read the book, remember nothing of the donghua, and saw a few spoilers.

This is the first part of this relatively long project in which I attempt to retell what I remember of TGCF before I read the books. For this project, I have to do everything from memory, so I can't look at references for the characters, or see summary of any sorts. BUT! I do want to enjoy this story as much as possible when I DO read it. So please avoid spoilers as much as possible in the replies, the reblogs and the tags (I can see them all).

Hope you enjoy it !

First Part | >>Next Part>> | Final Part

[creekfiend]

something that makes me absolutely batty about dog fancy in general is how no one will acknowledge that the whole concept of Preservation Breeding Because Dogs Are Our Cultural Heritage requires a minimum level of buy-in of nationalist concepts. like. this is baked in and unavoidable. insane

[deoidesign]

Can you tell who my favorite character is right now...

[bluehairperson]

I'm not immune to propaganda 😔

[dendroaspis-viridis]

I'm begging you, BioWare... Learn from the mistakes of Baldur's Gates past...

[happybunnykat]

Murderbot having to constantly strike a balance between acting like an augmented human around people who don't know it's a SecUnit and acting more like how a SecUnit is "supposed" to act around people who do know it's a SecUnit but don't know it's rouge and having to switch back and forth at a moments notice depending on the situation while trying to keep it's group of humans alive while the space equivalent of ExxonMobil tries to kill them? I'd probably hack my way into and out of as many situations as I could also.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

(As always, more can be found in the tags <3)