#or stuck worrying about the future

[x-itzzzzzz-x]

i just want uni to be over and to have it be summer for a while and just live n have fun ig

[marathedemonoverlord]

So I think I'm over my Obey Me Phase or like at least over Nightbringer because it's Season was shit but just you know food for thought...

Aint it funny how MC is now completely isolated from other humans/their friends/family/pets?

Like my friend and I were talking about it and like imagine MC has HUMAN/MORTAL family and friends that they talk to every time they were separated from the brothers. Like whenever the Immortals really tries them or pushes them they can go to their human friends for like a palate cleanser and a clear head/remind themselves and ground them to the reality of their situation/support from NOT blind lemmings. Like sort of remind them that they're still human and not on the same playing field as immortal Demons/Angels/Sorcerers

But now in Nightbringer that's literally stripped from them; MC has NO ONE outside of the Brothers/Immortals they're literally FORCED to bond with their circle of dysfunctionals and its like now you are stuck in that toxic friend circle because literally your circle of support hasn't been born/exist yet. That's fucking horrific.

No wonder MC is far more clingy and annoying in Nightbringer than they are in OG; Every lesson is a chip away at their original personality and sanity to replace it to the codependent creep MC is now lol.

[francisforever2014]

most of the time i feel like it really just Is Not That Serious and really truly believe that everything just works out and sometimes i’ll be hit by a fear of the future so debilitating i actually wanna throw up

[pocketsizepunk]

world's angriest bnuuy

@layton-npc-appreciation-week day 7: free day

i wanted to draw a nonhuman npc for today and since i didn't go with the lf/uf prompt on tuesday, subject 3 was the perfect candidate! i love him so much, he's such a grumpy little guy (and he has every right to be)

[armenelols]

Yeah I've just realised it's been months since I posted or reblogged or replied to anything on here, so. Yeah. Obligatory announcement that I am still alive and well. My mind got wiped midway through exam season at the end of january and since they then I've been vibing in a stress free world where I am not worried about anything or doing anything

[sideartblog999]

I knew I wanted to draw but didn't know what to draw so Chosen Three AU meming it was.

For readability that is "One Night after Patrol" and then Buffy saying "In front of my salad?"

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 15 / 31 * I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME 」

1991, Lone Pine Timeline

“Well, Mrs. Parker-McFly?” Marty grins, carrying her over the threshold of their small flat—this isn’t forever, Jen, I promise—just until we’re both done with school. We’ll get a real house with plenty of space, maybe even a dog—hell, two dogs; you know I always wanted a dog—while she clings to him, playfully teasing that if the first thing he does as her husband is drop her, she’s filing for immediate divorce.

They cross into the living room without incident and share a brief, tender kiss—the first away from eager, watchful eyes. The first one for themselves. The first of many more to come as husband and wife.

“Now that we’re married, what’s the first thing you want to do?”

Marty sets her down gently and the first thing she does is plop down onto the sofa and breathe a sigh of relief that Marty mistakes as joy that the wedding is finally over. He doubts there would’ve been a snowball’s chance in hell of this wedding going off as smoothly as it did without Doc and Clara and his parents and Detective Parker coordinating everything—he’s never seen his Mom be so assertive in his life; it was almost scary the way she became an entirely different person—and the closer and closer the date got, the more Jen stressed about everything.

She’s probably happier than him that it’s over, it all went off without a hitch—all things considered—and they’ll be headed off on their honeymoon in just two short days.

“If I had known weddings were going to be that much work—”

“—Or that expensive.”

“—Or that expensive,” Marty adds, taking a seat right beside her, “I would’ve suggested we elope or just—hey!!”

Marty yelps as a pillow suddenly comes hurtling towards his face and the look that Jen gives him could melt through solid steel like butter.

“C’mon Jen, you know I didn’t mean it. I know how important this big wedding was to you—I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Jen’s expression softens, but there’s a layer of frost in her eyes that doesn’t quite melt. “I know. It’s just—hold on a sec.” Marty quirks a brow but stays seated on the couch as Jen stands, disappearing into their shared bedroom.

Alone, Jen allows herself to breathe another sigh of relief, even going so far as to pinch herself on the arm to make sure this is really happening. That the wedding yesterday wasn’t all just some fantasy her writer’s brain concocted out of a fit of jealousy or desperate need for escapism, that the last year—but especially the last two months—weren’t just some stress-filled hallucination courtesy of Christian Delaney and his incredibly punchable face.

This day had been a dream for as long as she could remember. She was going to do it once and only once, marry for love, do it right, and ride out the rest of her life, good times and bad alike, with the person she wanted to spend it with. All of her friends would be there, she’d be stunning in a white dress, her husband would cry when she walked down the aisle—Marty did tear up, just like she knew he would—and everything would be perfect.

Maybe everything wasn’t perfect yesterday, but it was close enough that it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t that horrible future— it wasn’t at the Chapel O’Love.

Jen reaches into the closet, pulling out a storage box almost full to bursting with photo albums and papers they keep saying they’ll sort through but have never found the time to tackle just yet. Her breath hitches as she grabs the green folder that is horribly creased from being carelessly shoved in amongst all the other stuff and she can already see the single paper inside before she even opens it.

It’s been haunting her since 1985.

She should have thrown it away that night after Doc showed up, promising them a bright future that they had yet to mould. She should have banished those thoughts to the darkest, deepest recesses in her mind and locked them away where they could never have reared their ugly heads again.

But every time she tried, an invisible force caught her wrist, warning her that bad things would happen if she didn’t save the only glimpse into their future she had. If the future isn’t written, this could still happen.

Throw this out and you’ll be throwing your future out with it.

“Hey Jen? You okay in there?”

Jen jumps, clutching the still-folded note to her chest. “I’m fine,” she calls back, knowing she sounds anything but.

“You sure?” Marty asks, brows pinched together as he watches her slowly make her way to the couch, holding something so tightly her knuckles are white. “What’s that?”

“You remember that future Doc took us to? The one you told me wasn’t really a dream?”

Realisation strikes him like a speeding train, leaving him wide-eyed and unable to find his voice for a few seconds. “Is that—? Jesus, Jen, you kept that all these years?”

“I didn’t want to, I just—I couldn’t throw it out. What if it changed again, like it did when you decided not to race Needles? I had to know, Marty. I had to be sure that things weren’t going to end up like that again.”

Marty stays silent for a long moment, staring at Jen’s hands. “Did you open it yet?”

“No, not yet.”

Neither of them realise that they’re holding their breath until they’re both letting it out in-sync.

The letter is still blank.

“The first thing I want us to do as husband and wife”—she pinches the letter between two fingers and holds it up between them—“is burn this damn thing. I never want to see it again.”

[kicksnscribs]

Ok this is dumb but i'm gonna try it anyway:

I've said in my previous post that Tumblr just isn't working for me interaction wise, i don't feel like i come up with anything interesting enough to bring interest into my fanworks and worldbuilding, and all i seem to do is post doom-y shit and i'm T I R E D of it

and like i've said before i don't like just throwing shit out into ppls faces bc...well i've always told myself that it was rude to do so without permission but now that i've gotten it out there it sounds really stupid

but then there's the insecurities about my stuff to go along with it too

maybe its the depression talking for me again, i know this shit is really tiring to read with my back and forth nonsense but i really don't know what to do with myself rn despite trying to fix things, and this is just another one of my impulsive decisions

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

Secret pokemashe bw2 ending: cheren becoming immortal one way or another . Spends his immortality waiting for Hilbert to wake up from his ice prison to say he’s sorry (Hilbert’s already forgiven him)

[emometalhead]

Why is college so expensive? 😭😭

[lobelene]

havent left my room for more than a few minutes since tuesday and i’m losing my mind

[apathyfairy]

some days you really just want to scream why is this so hard!!!!!! why is life so hard for me!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fumrell]

Girl help I am feeling Many Emotions Very Strongly and I want to articulate all of them but brain is just Screaming

[reborn-ahit-au]

Tim is quite proud of the representatives he chose.

Perfect for the Past, Present, and Future.

For now though, he'll let them figure themselves out.

[bi-moonlight]

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[crabs-nonsense]

I really genuinely so terrified about all this. And while I am worried about myself yes, I have a safety net and a plan. Im mostly worried about my friends. My friends who don't have any options. My friends who just have to make due and hope for the best. Im terrified for them.