#lol nope

[emeraldishappy]

Hazbin Hotel song battle Semi-finals

[marlynnofmany]

D&D is going great.

[wecoudvebeenballsdeep]

Supernatural fans when someone says Cas is spelt Cass:

[not-5-rats]

Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome back...to Bug questions

(we gotta heal our group trauma, ALSO potential spoliers for episode 8!!!)

1) How's your Bug feeling? (at the end of episode 8)

2) What was your Bugs initial opinion on Lora when they first met her?

3) Continuing on from 2, how did their opinion change after the first conversation with her? (If it did change)

4) Moving away from episode 8 (trynna distract us from the pains of that episode 😔) sorta angsty scenario time!!! (distracted with more pain ^^)

Fran and Daisy had been staying with the bugs for a while now, due to Felix and Audrey both being unable to care for them for personal reasons.

For the most part Bug had gotten on pretty well with the two girls, they had taken care of them a few times and had gotten to know them. They had even heard Fran speak a couple of times!!! Which may not sound like much but is a huge deal in regards to Fran!

Today though had not been a great day and Bug was exhausted. They had to decline caring for the kids today and had taken themself off to their room to have some time alone. People kept knocking at the door and initially Bug was nice enough, they simply asked the person to go away for now and said that they would talk later but they were becoming agitated by just how many people seemed to be knocking on their door so when they heard somebody knocking AGAIN they kinda lost it

They stormed over to the door, their voice edging on shouting as they spoke to whoever was behind the door

"Listen, I am not in the mood for you people to be constantly chapping on my door. I am tired, I am sick and I don't want to deal with you right now! So would you please stop being such a bother and leave me in peace!-"

They roughly pulled the door open as they finished speaking, they rubbed their eyes only to hear quite sniffling. They looked down and saw Fran staring up at them, tears beginning to fall from her fear-filled eyes. She froze as the tears fell down her face before slowly signing a single word, 'sorry', and running off to her room

(Yes this sorta is Chezs scenario from another thing flipped, idc)

5) Another scenario???? What???

(cw: where did the child go?, yelling)

Bug had to wake up super early today, like stupidly early. Chez had to go out, get some stuff from the local town and visit some people so he couldn't take Daisy with him. Bug was asked to take care of her for a while, just until he got back and they, reluctantly, agreed to watch her.

They were sat in the living room, Daisy on the floor paper and crayon in hand, doodling happily as Bug was on a chair. Their eyes kept falling shut, they tried their best to stay awake but eventually they failed and fell asleep. Bug got to peacefully sleep for a couple of hours until they were awoken by the sound of the door opening and a voice calling from the hall

"Daisy! *Bug*! I'm back!"

Bug went to tell Daisy that her brother was back but upon looking at the spot where Daisy once sat they saw...nobody. There was still the pad of paper and crayons surrounding it, but not Daisy. They searched the room and surrounding hallways still no Daisy.

Chez came into the room, smiling, with bags in his hands. His smile fell slightly as he couldn't spot his sister anywhere in the room. He questioned Bug on where she was and when they revealed that they had fallen asleep & that she was gone by the time they woke up well...he freaked out

The bags fell from his hands as all blood drained from his face, he began to tremble as his fear developed into anger

"Fell asleep? What do you mean you fell asleep?! I asked you to do the simple task of watching Daisy for a while, not even interacting with her, simply watching her! And you fucking fell asleep?"

He kept yelling saying how dangerous it was for a young kid to be out their on her own, that Bug was irresponsible, careless and a wreck, he should have known they weren't to be trsuted with something as important as a young living person. He made his way over to the door to go out & search for Daisy and right before leaving he turned to Bug, mumbling his final words to them

"...if she dies it's all your fault"

What happens next dude?

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

In this blog I bend canon to my will.

MW3 hasn't happened.

Stupid fuckets (fuckers+muppets)

[mariacallous]

[kindred-spirit-93]

salutations of peace!

welcome to this blog dedicated to the many, many thoughts wondering in the expansive meadows of my inner mind. we have:

fandom rambles

OC galore and random lore dumps

deep life thoughts TM

excerpts of books ill never write

memes, awful puns, wordplay my beloved, rants about anything and everything

music and art and language appreciation

vivid descriptions of things that would put ebony dark'ness dementia raven way to shame

and so much more! my vision for this blog is essentially a scrapbook of sweet wrappers, weird poetry, dried flowers, inexplicable blood drops from untraceable source(s), cute little doodles, coffee stains, all tied together with glitter glue and skull washi tape ^-^

so feel free to sit back with some snacks and watch me as i take apart my mind thought by thought and have epiphanies and shit :)

*:･ﾟ✧ but before all that, a few things:

the name of this blog, Memento Vivere, is latin for remember to live. you may be familiar with its more morbid counterpart, Memento Mori, remember you must die. the reason for this choice of phrase is that due to reasons, i sometimes have to remind myself to stop and live, to really smell the roses, to appreciate my short existence on this spinning rock in space. so this blog will be my escape, my breath of fresh air, my cup of mint earl grey on a rainy january morning.

*:･ﾟ✧ a lil about me lol:

british jordanian gen z hijabi, dont have social anxiety; social anxiety has me lol, sleep deprived, herbal teas, psychiatry

medical student, full time and life long learner, salty snacks are better than sweet treats there i said it, strawberry milk supremacy

chaotic academia aesthetic, cats, existential (and assorted) crises

main @lemedstudent2021 and oc blog @bright-side-of-the-moon feel free to drop by for a chat here there and everywhere ;)

*:･ﾟ✧ general rules and guidelines:

this blog aims to be a safe space for anyone and everyone, leave your prejudices at the door or dont bother coming in :)

youre all welcome to share thoughts and ideas and suggestions, please keep it halal tho (so pg-13 and mild language). in the very least label accordingly so those yet with innocence stay safe

hate and bullying and disrespect in all forms will not be tolerated, bigots and brain dead buffoons will be blocked on sight

that said, for what remains of my sanity; zionists and anti-vaxxers DNI (i will come after you and your essential oils)

if i remember anything ill add it later, for now bring your marshmellows were making s'mores on the dumpsterfire that is life

art by the wonderful @sunshines-child ^-^

[maithefluffychicken]

The ADHD urge to panic when the job is (well) done and you're free but your mind doesn't like it so the happy rush longs for about 5 minutes and you're once again panicking because there's nothing to panic about *for now*.

Or: I passed the test for my driving license and I'm sad cause I can't focus/procrastinate on it anymore.

[shads-shipposts]

Can I offer a protective Allan in these trying times?

CW: Being a burden/annoying

WC: 505

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Sakharine scoffed. “That idiotic and obstinate mindset of yours will land you at the bottom of the sea.” His tone turned sweet, persuasive. “Come now, be sensible! A man like Allan does not have the patience to have a child following him around asking questions. He has no time for such annoying burdens.”

Allan expected another sharp remark. Maybe even physical violence, as Shadow had shown an affinity for both. But Shadow’s response was far more sickening and left a hollow ache deep in Allan’s chest.

Shadow flinched.

Allan exchanged a glance with Tom, who stared back with a mix of pain and anger.

Guess I know one of her weaknesses now.

Allan felt no triumph in the revelation, just a sinking feeling in the pit in his stomach. He despised empty victories, and this was certainly one of those.

“Enough,” he growled.

He tried pulling Shadow back into him, hoping to offer some comfort. Some reassurance that that wasn’t how he viewed her at all.

But Shadow jerked out of his grip, heading for the door and shoving Tom out of the way as the man tried to comfort her. The door slammed behind her, Tom wincing at the sound.

“Tom,” Allan ordered. “Keep an eye on her.”

Tom nodded and quickly left the room, yelling Shadow’s name.

Allan turned to Sakharine, itching to drive his fist through the man’s skull or maybe put a bullet through it. “What the fuck was that about?” he spat.

Sakharine threw him a scornful look. “Mind you tongue-“

“Mind your own,” Allan interrupted. “Shadow is not a burden to me, or anyone else on this crew!” His voice rose, white-hot anger burning just beneath his skin. “You have no right to treat her like that because you’re pissy that she doesn’t trip over herself trying to appease you!”

“Look at that, the mutineer has a soft spot,” Sakharine sneered. He prodded Allan with his cane, the blade still sheathed but the threat still very much present. “Mind how you speak. That girl may know the events, but she doesn’t know the location of the treasure. Any loyalty to her or faith in her is misguided and ill-placed.”

Allan stepped forward, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction as fear flickered in Sakharine’s eyes and the older man staggered back. “Don’t think for a second I won’t kill you,” he warned, voice now deadly soft. “Don’t think for a second your money or status makes you invulnerable. I could give the word and my crew would tear apart without hesitation.” His next words scarcely rose above a whisper. “While you’re still alive.”

“Get… get away from me,” Sakharine choked out, the crack in his voice destroying any visage of bravery.

“You may control the money, and the law, but you do not control me.” Allan straightened and turned away. “You would do well to remember that, boss.” Spitting the last word like poison, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door so hard the window shattered.

[a-v-j]

Have Future!Auto and Future!Cor made any progress in hacking into Auto's room?

Old man takes nap as local menace uses his microwave

[emeraldishappy]

Well I can't believe I just made this edit

[marlynnofmany]

Random FYI: you know how there are two options for viewing your own blog now? The one where only your blog is visible, with any customized theme (marlynnofmany.tumblr.com) and the one where it's just a center column in the larger Tumblr page (tumblr.com/marlynnofmany)?

You can only blaze your posts from the second one. The icon doesn't show up on the first.

[serene117]

So imagine this. You’re a big tough warrior who doesn’t get scared, but you have a smaller friend who does. You’re leading a bunch of berserkers to assault a position & you bring her along because she has space magic (always useful). A few seconds before you land, your friend gets spooked & decides, on her own initiative, to just….teleport you both to the location.

(Minor spoilers for Renegades: Harrowmaster)

And I thought Boeing had bad flights!

[gothxmcitysirens]

THE Kathryn Newtwon liked me and my partner’s photo op from yesterday and I’m screaming crying and throwing up thanks (I know I know pics or it didn’t happen)

[riewiggles]

Guys

No more Aldi melatonin gummies.

Last night I kept getting woken up with what sounded like someone saying "Shhh!" and it kept happening where it seemed so surreal that I thought someone was actually in the house.

The dogs didn't react so I knew it was just my brain messing with me. It just gets so creepy because it literally does not feel like a dream. I swear my sanity meter's going down.

[stellamancer]

one day I won't have to endure my opener calling out...