#it’s 3am where i’m at

[atlasthecactus]

captain loves listening to stories :)

[myokk]

soft🥹

[melancholyddreams]

Pim finally turns green but it’s because uhhh.. he’s secretly an alien!!

[transmechanicus]

Yipee hooray i ate one full meal today at 9pm after giving like a quart of blood to check my hormones and almost passing out on my walk home. Surely a few hours later i won’t already be-*

…Why am i hungers? 🤨

[chimerahyperfix]

This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!

You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)

It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and

Hmm. That's not water.

How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.

Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.

Perhaps a bit too much, actually.

[pwhl-mybeloved]

I would love it if we as a pwhl community didn't endorse or even entertain the idea of a coach who sleeps with their players. like just because its women doesn't make it okay.

[elibean]

It would be nice if my nervous system was…less nervous

[luna-the-cretar]

Motherfucker, I’m trying to go to bed bc it’s 3am and I have work in like 10hrs, and my brain is over here going into panic mode and convinced that I’m gonna die bc tooth hurts

Am I gonna die bc of a toothache? Probably not. Is my brain convinced otherwise, causing my heart rate to rise? Absolutely. Is it annoying? Very.

[iamanartichoke]

There’s not enough discourse in the paranormal fandom about those of us who are such space cases that we could walk into the kitchen and find all the chairs stacked on top of the table in a manner that defies physics and either a) not notice, or b) notice and think, huh, I don’t remember doing that - maybe it was the cat?

[kaseyskat]

related to my other post about sparrows unhealthy devotion. i cannot stop thinking about how fucked up it is that like. sparrow goes along with larks plans because at least he can be there to tone down the worst of it and he truly believes lark would do it himself if sparrow openly disagreed. and then lark MAKES bad plans because he’s so convinced that he’s irredeemable that it gives him the grace to make bad decisions for the sake of the people around him- he can be the one to take on the burden because he doesn’t have a chance at being a better person. and to lark, sparrow helping him is proof that it’s working. and to sparrow, helping lark is keeping him from losing his humanity altogether even if sparrow doesn’t agree with larks decisions. and together if they would just fucking communicate-

[prismaticavocado]

it’s crazy to me that more people don’t ship astarion and wyll when at least in my experience of all the companions they have by far the most flirty dialogues to/about each other. and like. the monster x monster hunter. the disowned noble son x runaway slave. the beloved hero x the misunderstood monster. like come onnn like i know it’s the racism but

[what-is-merlin-so-gay-for]

what’s with this one piece ass tragic backstory😭 the writers really be like oh? you liked his tragic backstory? BOOM here’s another one to add to the trauma

[zambehnation]

He loves like someone is always watching, falls like he doesn’t dare hope that someone will catch him, prepares for the worst- for broken bones, a fractured heart, scorched earth and burnt houses. He doesnt trust that love is kind, hasnt learnt that love wont leave.

Love is her silence as he orders her son to sleep out in the cold; love is her guilt at leaving him crippled.

For a long time, love tastes like ash and kills him faster than the Vicodin.

The second time love doesn't walk in. Love smashed a mirror. Love got arrested. Love moved to where he made his home in. But he knew love as something else- a friend. And love was a friend until, until-

And the decades danced, spun slow and syruppy and in the daylight love woke.

Love is his care, his laughter, his devotion. Love lets him steal his lunch. Love sits on the couch and watches his bad movies. Love laughs crinkled eyed at his wit and dirty jokes. Love writes him scripts to take away his pain. Love lies to protect him.

Love doesn't pull his punches. Love calls him an ass. Love offers his shoulders when he can't walk on his own. Love is brown eyed and softer with age. Love was a pretty face at twenty something; love is handsome in his forties.

Love forgives him. Love accepts him warts and all. Love loves that he's needy and love hasn't left, atleast not yet.

But love is sick. Love is human and fragile and easily tired now. Love hacks up his lungs. Love is constantly in pain. This love is dying and he still doesnt believe in God- never prayed or kneeled in any temples, never tried to barter his own soul.

So what can he do but follow into the darkness when this is the love that he won't, can't let go?

[gay-mike-wheeler]

okay look i get that it’s difficult to get new characters involved in the supernatural plot in stranger things since obviously they need to be caught up on everything first. but the fact is eddie and argyle were present all season which. yes eddie was plot relevant and argyle was fun and occasionally helpful but. we don’t see vickie at all.

like okay let me list all the scenes she was in (at least the ones that i remember please lmk if i missed something i’ll edit the post)

robin and steve talk about vickie in the car on the way to the sports event(?)

vickie agrees that tammy thompson sings like a muppet

robin sees vickie and her boyfriend at the weapons store

robin and vickie make sandwiches together

like. the duffers know how to introduce and get people invested in new characters but with vickie they quite literally did not bother. and i guess you have to wonder why that is (we can all deduce the reason why).

[h4bit]

i got bad news i think the depression is starting to slip in

[scribbleshrimp]

hey i just wanted to thank you for escam. i know youre like done with uploading it but you were one of the only things keeping me on there for a while. which i guess im also thanking you for stopping

Glad you liked it! It makes me really really happy that it had a positive impact on a few people. I kinda cringe looking back at it, it was full of spelling mistakes and inconsistencies and really odd narrative choices (holyyy shit the fig tree motif that was supposed to be a core thing was poorly brought up and feels so out of place reading back) but it was my first attempt of actually writing character dialogue and an overarching story. TikTok is EVILL I can’t believe how shitty I felt about myself due to a few comments saying it was mediocre like yeah duh it was my first attempt writing something that wasn’t an essay for school! Of course it wasn’t perfect!!! Why is it a crime to not have professional level work for a hobby. That app is super cruel to beginners, the “art lore” stuff there that’s just bullying kids for being bad at anatomy is super malicious. But despite that scrambling to post videos during lunch in the middle of a noisy cafeteria while also prepping for a math test is memories I cherish lol. It’s kind of annoying that I think the thing I’ll be most remembered for are my characters that I developed as an edgy teenager since I’m not really planning on sharing more of my stories publicly but it makes me super thrilled that people found value in it. Okay okay sorry I’m rambling I just get excited when people willingly read my work. It makes me feel like a 5th grader discussing my warrior cat ocs during recess again. I’m glad you deleted TikTok that place rots the mind and soul.