#or attempt thereof

[aliusfrater]

similar cinematographic choices to portray the same imagery with insanely different circumstantial contexts

[never-not-ever]

I met up with my younger self for coffee.

[dougielombax]

I see.

And are these cheaper groceries and lower gas prices in the room with us right now?

…

No.

I didn’t think so.

Away and shite!

That’s NO excuse to vote for a spiteful, fearmongering, vulgar, fascistic arsonist!

You FUCKING moron!

[lupinescribbler]

Jack Dalton WIP for an animatic I’ve been making at a snail’s pace

Because if you already struggle with likenesses why not make it a digital painting on top of it, nothing could possibly go wrong

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Some 1-bit doggos

[lctibule]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❝ You're pretty cute, you know that? ❞ 《 for minjoon, from xiao! 》

flirtingㅤㅤㅤ☾ㅤㅤㅤaccepting

ㅤflirting and someone's interest in him is not the sort of thing that minjoon has ever been good at picking up on — that's kind of the biggest reason he's only really been in two relationships in the past. but xiao, as he's come to learn, is extremely direct. it's the sort of thing joon would normally appreciate about someone, but here? right now, in this very moment? he's a little too startled to let much more than the word 'cute' register.

eyes flit to xiao's face only to quickly dart away again when they meet his gaze. his mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out so he simply ends up looking like a fish out of water — which is actually rather fitting, seeing as that's exactly what he feels like he is right now. cute. him? a chiseled playboy like xiao thinks he's cute? oh, this is... this is a strange and overwhelming feeling that he has no idea how to handle.

ㅤㅤ" ...thank you. "ㅤit's the only halfway decent response his frazzled brain can come up with on the spot, but he regrets it the instant the words leave his tongue. thank you? that's the joke of a line that comes out of a bumbling protagonist in a rom-com who's never been flirted with before. if his cheeks weren't already flushed before, they sure are now.

racking his brain for something better to say, something more fitting and less ridiculous, minjoon shifts in place, swaying slightly as he shuffles his feet. nervous fingers pick at the skin around his nails, and he clears his throat to buy some time even as his mind remains hopelessly blank despite the whirlwind of thoughts rushing past.

but maybe— ...maybe he's overthinking this and it's best to just be honest here? to be just as direct in return?

ㅤㅤ" i... sorry. i'm not quite sure how else to respond. i wasn't... exactly expecting to hear that. "ㅤit's blunt, but it's the only way he can think of to explain himself and brush aside any concerns of disinterest. gaze remains fixed on the floor, on his hands, on the bookshelves around them — anywhere but on xiao, because if he looks at the other man's face again he simply won't be able to focus on putting thought into word.ㅤ" never been good at this sort of thing. flirting... usually involves a lot more subtext that i've never been able to read, but the alternative of something more direct like that is, uhm. alarming. not in a negative way, just... i have a hard time thinking when i'm put on the spot. "ㅤand now he's talking too much. he really can't win, can he?ㅤ" ...this probably isn't the reaction you were aiming for, is it? "

[thefabelmans2022]

the more i think about the 60th the more i dislike it.

[theclaravoyant]

you know what I’d also love to see is Buck feeling like there’s this massive neon sign target on his back around Gerrard when there’s like . Not . Give me the nuance of being bi give me the nuance of the closet , give me Gerrard who has zero reason to believe bisexuality is a thing let alone that Evan Firehose Buckley likes the d because the only time he’s seen him with Tommy they were acting like normal humans and Gerrard technically actually only said the fairy thing to/about Tommy and he has zero history with Buck and honestly even if Buck dropped hints or accidentally slipped the comp het is so real nobody like Gerrard would believe a known macho playboy sex addict like him is queer unless he really spells it out (which omg , could be hilarious) but I mean like sure Gerrard doesn’t like Nash’s golden boy but he doesn’t have the same kind of disdain for him that he does for the others and Buck finds himself in the difficult spot of being hidden against his will and even though it’s safer it also sucks

[professorsaber]

Since AO3 has been down for several hours, here is a copy of my McFly July fic for the 10th!

Daylight Savings Time

Notes:

Warning for pathetic attempts at Lovecraftian horrors.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Tuesday, September 22, 1992

1:41 PM

(̴O̶̴st̶e̶n̶s̶i̶b̴l̶y)̶

The DeLorean materialized on Highway 147 in pitch darkness.

Doc slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, he had had the headlights on—they’d left 1962 late at night. Marty flew forward in the seat.

As the car came to a stop on the empty road, they both looked out the window.

“What happened, Doc?” Marty asked. “Are we back?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, looking at the time circuits. “Something must be wrong with the display.”

A car blared its horn at them, causing them both to jump.

“Jesus!” Marty said. He looked over his shoulder as best as he could in the DeLorean. “That guy didn’t have his headlights on!”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Doc said, shifting the DeLorean back into gear and driving towards Hill Valley.

They moved slowly. At several points, other cars passed them—their headlights also off.

“This is weird, Doc,” Marty said.

Doc turned right onto Eastwood Ravine Road, towards Lone Pine Mall.

“Something is very wrong here,” he agreed, as they came up to a stoplight. The stoplights worked, but the cars drove through the darkness with their lights off.

As they moved closer towards the mall, Marty said, “Doc, all these people are staring at us.”

He did a double-take at Doc. “Doc? Shouldn’t you say that it’s just my imagination?”

“Uh-huh.”

As they stopped at the light in front of the mall, the DeLorean’s headlights illuminated the sign:

LÓNE PİNẸ MAŁL

1:5̴3 P̃M

“Smudges on the sign?” Marty asked.

“Uh-huh.” Doc looked over the parking lot. “I see your truck. Jennifer’s still waiting for us.”

They pulled up to the truck, bathing it in the glow of the headlights.

Jennifer was leaning against the truck, arms folded, looking away from them. She didn’t react to the sudden light.

“She wasn’t wearing those clothes when we left, Doc,” Marty said.

He desperately wanted Doc to tell him he was wrong, to chide him for having a poor memory of such a thing. Doc just frowned.

Marty looked at his wife. He knew, though. He knew. She was wearing a red top and jeans. But Marty knew that pair of jeans—she’d always roll her eyes when he complimented her when she wore them, but something about that particular shade of blue and the way they’d shape her legs oh so right… He’d know if she’d been wearing them when they left.

It had been a half hour for her, tops. Not enough time to go home and change.

Doc shifted the DeLorean into park and opened his door, leaving the engine running. Marty did the same.

“Jesus!” he shouted. It was cold—he’d be surprised if it was above freezing. He saw his breath in the air.

Jennifer was dressed for summer.

Doc shivered, looked towards Marty, and nodded towards Jennifer.

“Hey, Jen,” Marty said. “Listen—.”

The rest of his sentence died in his mouth as she turned towards them. His eyes went to her legs first—those damn jeans—but he saw her face just in time to see her eyes shift from annoyed to concern.

Her eyes.

There was no color in her eyes.

Jennifer looked at him with black eyes, eyes blacker than night, eyes without light in them and oh god he couldn’t breathe and—

“M̷a̶r̸t̴y̸,̸ ̴w̴h̴a̸t̴'̵s̵ ̷w̴r̸o̵n̶g̵?̷” she asked. There were echoes of her voice in her question, but something else was also behind it. Screeching, screaming, scraping.

“Shit,” Marty heard Doc say, but he was rooted in place as Jennifer (Jennifer?) walked over to him, and as she walked he heard the scraping of metal against metal.

She took his hand, with the same tenderness she always took his hand, and he bit down a scream at the coldness of her hands. It was like that time when he was three, and tried to make a snowball with his bare hands, and he didn’t know snow could be that cold.

“Y̸o̷u̵'̶r̷e̴ ̴s̸c̷a̵r̵i̴n̵g̶ ̷m̵e̶,̷” she said. Then she looked at the DeLorean, as if she had never seen it before, and said, “T̸̩̋h̷͈̽a̵͈͗t̴͜͠'̸̳̾s̵͎̆ ̷̈́͜ḁ̸̍ ̸̹̈n̸͇̓i̸̢̓ĉ̷̯ẽ̷̘ ̸̙̕c̴̤̀ḁ̸̉r̷̼̕ ̸̧̋y̶͚͠o̷͓̓u̶͐͜ ̴̨̈́h̴̬͒ă̷̰v̴̹̄e̸͈͂ ̷̟̚t̶̩̋h̸̳̅e̶͓̒r̵̨̒e̷̺̒.̶̻̆” Less of her own voice was there now.

Marty was dimly aware of Doc circling the two of them.

“̴͕͌Ỳ̴͉o̴̹̿u̸̟̇'̷̳̈́v̶̡̛e̵̠͛ ̶̰̔t̶̹̿a̵̲̒k̵̥̅ȅ̴̝n̸̛͍ ̵͚͋m̵͉̅e̴͙̋ ̸̺̾o̴͇͐n̷̲̊ ̸̧̾à̸̝ ̶̯̃ř̸̞ḭ̸̒d̴̞̋e̴̗̓ ̸̦̚w̸̘̓i̶̙̿t̷͌ͅh̸̩͊ ̴̹̒i̴̹͘t̴̙̆ ̸̨̊b̸̡͐e̶̞̊f̸͍̈́õ̵̲ȓ̶̬ẻ̴ͅ,̷̜̚ ̵̱͝ḧ̶̻́ȧ̴̰ṿ̴̇e̶͔͋n̶̦̓'̴͕͝t̶͙́ ̶̠͂ý̸̜ö̶͖́ü̷̢?̴̻̍”̴͈̀ she said. She looked back at him with those eyes, those eyes with absolute nothingness in them.

Doc tapped her on the shoulder.

She jumped, dropping Marty’s hand, and he saw the color return to her eyes.

“Marty!” she cried, in her own voice. “You have to go back!”

As she fell to the ground, Marty helped her back up and held her face in his hands.

“Jennifer,” he said. “Jennifer McFly, look at me. Jennifer, what’s wrong? What happened?!”

She shuddered and closed her eyes, and when she opened them again they were pools of infinite darkness.

Marty screamed as his her frozen skin burned his hands, and as she spoke her voice was nothing but screams and wails and gnashing of teeth.

“̷̹̃̚Ï̷̜͚͘ ̵̠̯͗s̵̨̛͇a̵͈̐̈w̷̧̍̑ ̴̨̤̚y̴̘͈̕ọ̶͇́u̸̖̬̕,̸̺̏̚”̷̨̟̎̂ she said. “Ĭ̸͍͛ͅ ̴̩̱̀ś̶̪̫a̵͓͋͘w̷̨̚ ̸͇̈̄ȳ̵̧͐ͅo̴̢̺͌u̴̱͑ ̷̦͒͠s̸͈͘k̸̖̤͋i̸̞͍̔p̷̩̭̎ ̵̜͖̂̉à̶̟̀c̴̙̿͊r̵͚̔ͅō̴̯̼s̸̩͐͜s̵͕͘ ̵̧̲͊t̶͕̤͂̏ï̶͚ͅm̴̮͇͌e̶̤̅,̸̪̈ ̶̟͈̚a̵̱̟͛c̷̡̹̾̀r̶̛̦̓ȏ̴̺̍s̸̔͝ͅs̷̻͍̐͑ ̴͇̑̐t̸͖̾̔h̵̰̞̓͘ę̶̔̄ ̷͓̓̉r̶̼͓̊i̶͓̯͋v̷̡̆ë̸̬ṙ̵̬̰ ̴͇̒̕o̸̭͘ḟ̴̗͘ ̴͎͂͝š̴͔̬́p̸̨̗̾̌ä̸͉́̏č̶̩̈ë̷͖̅,̷̢͚̾̏ ̴̣̇a̷͇̭͗g̷͇͊ȧ̵̞̕i̵͍̯͛͂n̶̢̑ṣ̴͒ẗ̸͖͓́̀ ̶͙͆̑ì̵̛͓t̵͐́ͅ,̶͎̊̈́ ̴͓̬̌̑a̶̢̦͑g̸̲̒̍ạ̶́i̷̡̲̇́n̵̠̜͑s̷͕̒ṯ̵͚̇̇ ̵̨͑t̵̟͍̓͆h̴̟̩̿é̷͚̼͒ ̴̟̂̚c̷̯̃͜͝ü̵͎̪ṛ̸̾̇r̷̟̣̽͛è̶̢͝n̸͕̒̂ț̷̉͌,̶͙̮̽́ ̷̹̹̿͒ă̷̞̙͘n̷̗̲͗̎d̶͍͎́̉ ̸̬͆Ḭ̶̟͗ ̴̈́͜f̴̯̔o̴̖͓͗l̵̙̅̋l̸͓͙͂o̶̟̎͒ẅ̵͙́ê̴̹̰d̶̺͐ ̷̜̙̓y̵̭̫̋̌o̷̲̪̚ũ̷̺ ̷̘̈̌h̷̗͇̅e̷̡̯̾̽r̶͓̂ĕ̸̟̲̈.̶̳͊̀”

“Marty!” he heard Doc scream.

“Ȋ̷̲̖̝͔͉͗̽̽͜ ̴̧̦͚̤͘ḏ̵̆i̴̮͍̹̯̔d̷͍͎͋̃̈́͝ͅn̶͍̭̱̒̓͘'̵̧̫̙͙̫̱́̉̒̌t̵̗͌͊͗̂̈̕ ̷̯̜̟̣̥̾k̸̘̺̎̑͜n̸͚̰̬̘̿ơ̶̢̭̖͉̐̎̐ŵ̶̝̄,̶̹͚̲̮̾̄̔̎̎̚” she said. She let go of him and pushed him against the car. “I̵̩̝̾̅́ ̶͈͓͖̑d̴̦̱̅̑̒i̴̳̜̋͝ḋ̴̼̳͈n̵̡̟̮͂̊͝'̸͕̞̗̿̂̎͝ṫ̸̝͎̖ ̷̘̺̈́̾ǩ̶̡̯͎n̷͕͘ò̸͕̼̟̹ŵ̵͙̘͓̀͜͝ ̴̹͚̹̍͋̕t̴͉͓̘͔̿̆̅h̸̟̦̞̝̏̿͑a̸̡̮̿͌͛͝t̵̬̯̽̀̓ ̶͍̬̿ͅt̵̙͌̈h̶͈̲͂̿e̸̜̲̔̒̀̕ŗ̶͇̹̿͗̏e̴̟̥̺͐̉̅̚ ̶͙̜͉̇͛̐͘w̷̩̞͛è̷̝̭͙r̵̨̰̠̓͜è̵̡͉̳͉̍͋ ̴͍͍̏̈͛͐b̶͙̫̺̰̏̈o̷̧͇͊́d̵̩̒̐̓ȋ̶̢͔̰̰͆̍͆ḛ̶̛͎͂̊̆s̶̲̆̽́̚,̵̪̂̚ ̷̻͈̥̦͌͌͝s̴̱̻͉͒̈́͌o̴͉̓̀ ̴̛̣̮̙h̶̲͙̀̚ó̸̼̰t̸̰͊̏͌̇,̶̨̿͠ ̸̗̓͗͝͝s̷̱͎͛̓͘ó̴̮̣͌͒ ̶̛̠̮̈͗͌f̸̹̺̹͛ṷ̶͒̍l̴̖̱̆̂̎̕l̸͕͂̉̄̊ ̴̲͋̈̏͝ȍ̸̫̞̲̲̅̾f̸͔̘̠͍̀͂̑ ̷̪͎͂̾̄̓b̵̺̑͝l̷̨͎̮̑́͑̚o̸̧̪͇͑͝ö̵͚́́͋d̸̛̩̋̂ ̶̞̔ä̵̦͎̗̠́͠n̷̼̲̏̐͆̐d̵̨̦̖͊̾̎͘ ̵̛̖̬͇̑͑p̷͍̙͑̚͝ä̶͚͓̤̙͋i̷͙̗̐n̴̢̼̰̝͂.̵̧͉͖͓̂ I̶̟͎̟̫͇̭͎̙̎̚ ̸̘̼͎́̃́͒̚̕S̷̨̖̩̺͓̘̩̍̓͊̑̔́͝Ạ̵̢̤̮͔̰̱̒́͊̅̐̕͝͝W̶͙̝̖̳͇̣̗̋̀͑̽͐͊̆͜ ̴̭̯̺̯̻̤̹͠Y̷͙̟̱͖̮͂Õ̸̡̢̪̯̼̲̞̻͂́́̉U̷̢̗̥͂̿͌̈̅̌͆.̶̡̡̻̼̰̊͛̽͒̈́̐̿͜ ̶̩͆̋̇͜ ̵̹͕̻͓͚̇̐Į̵̫͔͈̦̮̻̐̀̈̏̾̊̉ ̷̹͈̹̄́S̷̡̙͈̳̭͚̓͜Ą̵͚̹͕̱̌̈́͑̃̏W̶̢̤̫̗͕̘̓̅̉̂ ̵̨͚̆́́̌Y̴̺͙̞̹̟͙̹̮͒͘Ơ̴͈̟͋̂͗͂́͆Ú̶̦͈͍͠͝ ̴͎̃̈͜À̷̱͈̜͈̆̑͌͗͌̃̉G̸̛̠̺͖̝͒͆̌̈́A̸̠̘̖̓̿͐Į̵̳͔͊̆͑̑̐N̷̡̫͉̄̍̕̕͠͠S̷̛̼͚̈́̉̎̆̾͘Ṭ̶̘̉̅ ̷̟̩̉͠Ť̶̞̲̭̞̺͉͈̜̄̿͑̾̍̌͝H̸̺̯̪̬̤͉̐̄E̶͔̠̟͔̠̐̆̀͝ ̷̗̪̄̏̐͊̆͛͝S̵͚̬̼̖͓̤̓̓́͌̚͝͠T̶̙͈̈̍̌͐̊͗͘͘ͅǍ̷̡̻̋̋Ř̶̥̙̝̋͒͗̓S̸̼̥͉̐͋̌̕͠,̴̫̬͙̬̱̺̇̾͆̍ ̷̨͍̠͉̫̥̩̤̀̍̉̚Ą̶̢̜̤̗̐̾͌͊͘̚G̴͙̜̞͙͎̲̥̾̆̍̈A̷̢̜̠̤̺̻͆́͑͋̀Ǐ̴̤͇͎̣̳̔͐͊̉͛N̷̛̫̐̿̑̅̋S̵̝͉̃͒͒̽̐̚T̶̡̪̩̞͓̒͗̿͋͘ͅͅ ̵͔͖̙̹̐̒̓̽̀͝͝͠ͅT̴̡̞̠͎̹͐̌ͅḦ̶̨́͆͆͗̆̒͘͝E̷̢̠͈̗͇͔̬̎̂̇̕ ̴̡̮͕̖̙̎̍M̵̫̬̻̫͕̘̝̜͛I̵̗̞̐̆͑̏̀̎̕͝D̸̨̘͇̝̗̉̌̒̅̍͐Ñ̸̡̨̛͎͙͚̙̣̋͊̚̕͝Í̶̙̺̝̮̦̽̀G̴͚͈̻̀̚H̸̢̫̖̫̑̋̓̿͛͐T̴͚͒̓ ̶̧̧̛̺̞͎̔̏̈͗̕͝͝S̴̛̖̯Ķ̸̨̧̻͔̤̬̜͑͒͌̽́Y̶̥̥͔̑͐̆̚̚͝ ̸̙̳͙̰͊̕̚À̶͕̳̰̙͓̤͓͖͗̚N̵̙̭̞̽͑́̏̅̅Ḑ̷̻̒̈́̈́́ ̵͚̈́̾́̔̒̕͜͠͝I̷̲̝͒̐̒̅̏̎̀ ̷̭͇̻̺̹̀̂͗͐̍̈́̕͝Ẅ̵̪̺͙̮́̎̽̊̀I̶̗̮͗Ḷ̵̡̰͌̈́͆̈́̑̎̈͝L̷͕͎̝̠̳̏̈̾ ̸̬͓͉̈́̕F��̨͇̣̂Ę̸͉̬̩͒̃̈́̔̑͛̽̃ͅA̸̢͓̖͊́S̸̢̢̯̝͚̰͐̓͘͜T̴̨̟̖̠̱̩̪̘̂.̴̱̠̟̝̫̫͉̏̈̈̉̕͜͝”

Marty did the only thing he could do, the only thing more unthinkable than a day without daylight and a beautiful woman with a voice made of screams:

He punched his wife in the face.

As she fell to the ground, he jumped back into the DeLorean. He saw Doc do the same, and neither of them had even closed the doors before the DeLorean took to the sky.

As they flew away to the sounds of enraged screams filling the night, Marty said, “DOC, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”

Doc was programming the time circuits. “I don’t know what we unleashed in 1962, Marty, but we’re going to put it back. Time to save the daylight!”

END

Notes:

Yeah, I don't know. I'm sorry? This feels so stupid to me. But it was either that or riffing on this XKCD.

I got the "Zalgo text" from this website: zalgo.org

And since you probably had difficulty reading what the Jennifer Entity said, a transcript:

“Marty, what’s wrong?”

“You’re scaring me” … “That's a nice car you have there.”

“You've taken me on a ride with it before, haven't you?”

“I saw you. I saw you skip across time, across the river of space, against it, against the current, and I followed you here.”

“I didn't know. I didn't know that there were bodies, so hot, so full of blood and pain. I SAW YOU. I SAW YOU AGAINST THE STARS, AGAINST THE MIDNIGHT SKY AND I WILL FEAST.”

At the end there, I was kinda ripping off homaging "Midnight," a Doctor Who episode I've only read about on TV Tropes.

Let me know if this was worth reading!

[van-skmugen]

On Ainosuke's birthday last year, bones released an illustration featuring him as ADAM with Reki and Langa that you can see here on Twitter. What I write below is what I thought when I see illustration and I wrote on my twitter but with more text because here I'm allowed. Feel free to read and add your own thoughts. I would love to know more points of view.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so if something sounds rouge that's why, I'm still learning to improve it.

It's interesting how Adam show such a carefree attitude leaving his right side "unprotected" towards Reki with his arm raised, while with Langa his body attitude is more of self-protection, if that's the right way to put it?

I mean, he has his arm clutching his heart and the spike of his shoulder protector and arm protector directed towards Langa. Could it be because he doesn't find Reki as a threat? I don't know, it's something that caught my attention as soon as I saw the illustration. I also find it interesting how on top of the shoulder protector is a heart, seeming an allegory to her aunts' teaching about how love is shown "hidden" through violence. (In other words, the protectors end in horns and are shown sharpened according to how they can do damage.)

Besides I find it curious that while Langa shows a calm attitude (asleep) when he has a "spike" directed at him, Reki shows an uneasy attitude when Adam literally has his arm raised, leaving his side unprotected. But it's also interesting how Langa is asleep hugging a heart (love) and ADAM in Japanese is 愛抱夢 (愛=love 抱=to hold in one's arms and 夢=dream) which could be interpreted (or personally I interpret it) in one hand as Langa being in one way or another the personification of ADAM, or as Kojiro once said, Langa could be like ADAM or even worse if he didn't have the support he currently has. Or on the other hand it can also be interpreted as what happened in episode 12, Langa was the one who showed him again how much fun it's to skateboard with his friends, making his heart again open by seeing things from another perspective (regardless of all the healing work he should do for himself to feel loved again by those around him).

I may be overlooking, but I always find it curious how they show body language.

It's something I found curious, apart from always being with people who aren't Tadashi like ADAM and not like Ainosuke (Excluding DK ADAM with Cherry and Joe as we can see when he go to United States, that they should get to know him more deeply during that time (I mean time before when he show his face and said them: お前らは特別だからな [Because you guys... are special.]). In episode 12 Ainosuke is very closed in himself because of everything that happened to him from the past to the present with Tadashi, so it took Langa much more to make him "open his shell" and show his true face during the end of the beef against him, that his a silly boy and skateboard lover who has fun skateboarding with friends, but who refused to do it again because of Tadashi's betrayal. And anyway later during the party for Langa, is shown again as ADAM and not as Ainosuke, so for the moment he has only been shown in front of all the official material as Ainosuke, with Tadashi and in the past with Kaoru and Kojiro (not counting the poster in which Kaoru, Kojiro, Ainosuke and Tadashi meet but in which they don't interact with each other and with Miya, who doesn't interact directly either, but through a written message so it isn't certain that he sent it as Ainosuke but as ADAM, or at least as it has been officially shown.).

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[cyberphuck]

*hands over face*

[clonerightsagenda]

Unkillable Princess spoilers:

Brigid: I may have been kidnapped and brainwashed by aliens but I'll never forgive them for killing our family, and I'll never forgive the Republic for letting it happen, so I'm going to start a war to kill them all

Her brother, getting Found Family Microchipped with an alien and a republic soldier after bonding on a cursed and evil spaceship in the span of like a week: hey hows it going

[theplotwizard]

I want to Learn. Because Learning is Understanding. And Understanding is Loving.

[dougielombax]

Paranormal Activity but there’s no ghosts.

Normal Activity.

BOOOOO!!!!! Someone’s taking out the laundry!

Or whatever….

Idk

[ourceliumnetwork]

i really am just going to have to lean into the fact that i just really like cheese board foods and deal with that, aren't I?

[direbeastrex]

if it's beast, it's meast