#or mistakes

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[demaparbat-hp]

That infamous prison escape.

[fairycosmos]

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

[spacialsquid]

i like them

[oceangenasi]

I'm absolutely obsessed with Laios' logic that the other shapeshifters made mistakes the real party members were too knowledgeable/careful/wise to make

but for Marcille he's like "only the real Marcille would do something that fucking stupid"

[knowledgechild]

She wanted it all. The lazy mornings in bed, the fight over which movie to watch, the bumping into each other in their small kitchen. The disagreements and the tears and the kisses and their love. For once she wanted to be selfish, and she wanted to have it all.

'But' She thought 'If I'm selfish, what will be of me?'

Because for all her life, she has been the selfless one, the sacrificial one, she has never had the chance to be selfish.

Her mother says to her 'Don't be selfish, leave that for the wretched ones, God wouldn't want for you to be selfish'

Because her mother was a devoted catholic, and didn't liked if she did anything that went against God's rules.

'But' she thought 'If God is all-loving, why would he condemn me for wanting?'

And wanting she did, because this girl had a secret, she had a crush.

Her crush had skin so dark it was like coal from after a bonfire but they also had the ashen white in their skin, overall they looked like pine trees after fresh fallen show, their hair was green and it was braided in a classical african style showing their ancestry, their smile was like the sun after a rainy day. They dressed like nothing she had ever seen before, a mixture of punk and goth styles, at least that's what she thought it was called. They wore pants and skirts and crop-tops and dresses, their accessories consisted of a multitude of chains and piercings and gold and silver jewelry, they didn't wore sandals or low heels like her in church days, they wore heavy boots or platforms, but never anything beige or cream colored like her.

The other problem? Her crush, was a girl.

They had the same classes in school, even if they were in different grades, she was a freshman, while her crush was a junior. Even with the age difference and her crush being a girl and dressing like a delectable treat sent from Satan themself, she wanted.

Oh how she wanted, she dreamed of being selfish with this girl every night, and did things she would never tell her mother. It was an illict affair, because, in the eyes of God, she was sinning harder than ever before. But truthfully, she didn't care, because for once in her life she felt how it was like to be alive and to be in love.

So, just for once in her life, she wanted to be selfish, to want and be wanted, to love and to do the things that God saw as sin. Because she would sin a thousand times if it meant her mother would still love her if she knew.

But the world wasn't like that, and she knew that her mother would hate her, and probably sent her to one of those gay conversion camps she read about, because if there was anything her mother cared more about than her devotion, it was her image. She was never going to be kicked out, because people will talk and her mother hated that.

So she pinned in silence, forever stuck in a life she knew wasn't meant for her, pretending to be something she wasn't so her mother would still love her.

But she couldn't help but be selfish, to desire that girl, that dark skinned, green haired girl, with the smile more bright then the artificial lights from church.

She wanted it all. The lazy mornings in bed, the fight over which movie to watch, the bumping into each other in their small kitchen. The disagreements and the tears and the kisses and their love. For once she wanted to be selfish, and she wanted to have it all.

But she couldn't.

Prompt #1087

She wanted it all. The lazy mornings in bed, the fight over which movie to watch, the bumping into each other in their small kitchen. The disagreements and the tears and the kisses and their love. For once she wanted to be selfish, and she wanted to have it all.

[devilofthepit]

2024:

1. GET EVEN WEIRDER!!!!!!

2. GAY AND TRANSGENDER SEX

3. DO WHATEVER YUOU WANT FOREVER

4. STOP OVERTHINKING IT

5. YOU DO NOT NEED TO DO ANYTHING TO BE LOVED

6. FIND MEANING IN EVERYTHING

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[myclericalromance]

i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.

[ozziyo]

Tis but thy name that is my enemy.

[ineed-to-sleep]

This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠

don't tell him I said that

[anarchopuppy]

I, a hearing person who likes subtitles just as a preference, shouldn't have to read a subtitle that's obvious nonsense, go back a couple seconds, and listen again in order to figure out what's going on. An accessibility feature should not be the most half-assed part of a professionally made production. Scripted media has absolutely no excuse for not having subtitles or having subtitles that aren't perfectly verbatim. Professional captioning services should be ashamed of the shoddy work that they put out. Captions should be treated as a part of the production, just like filming, editing, audio balancing, etc - and anything that releases with missing or bad captions should be seen as unfinished

[fisheem4mmal]

He. He really kissed all of their hands.

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Welcome to the “whoops! I accidentally started got manipulated into starting the apocalypse!” Club. Members being Jonathan Sims and Mable Pines. They’re both ✨traumatised✨

Bonus comic

[to00fu]

:)