#really gotta remember which one i use

[dwarfsized]

yeah babe we can take control of the cult of the absolute, whatever you want. can i finish my coffee first

based on this tumblr post

[front-facing-pokemon]

[greasedcowboy]

Always makes me really sad when I'm going through my ao3 bookmarks and see someone has deleted a fic.

Perhaps the author decided to remove it so they can incorporate the writing into original works/seek publishing. But most of the time I think it's either someone not feeling confident in their writing or moving on from a fandom/feeling embarrassed about their past interests.

I get it, I do, I've also chickened out and deleted writing in the past, but it's still sad regardless.

Nobody else will ever, ever be able to write what you just did. There may be more experienced writers out their with a more refined style or fancier prose, but even if they wrote the exact same idea you did, it'll still never be the same as yours because each of us differs in what moments we add emphasis to and which aspects of a character we love most.

Sometimes engagement sucks and it's true that there will always be someone out there we look up to and feel is better at this crap than ourselves.

It doesn't mean what we ourselves create failed to matter in comparison. It'll always matter to someone. The art of creating is never a waste, even if we just file that document away and never work up the courage to share it. And I think that's the same for any type of art.

[dyketennant]

oh i can already tell i’m about to have some really unpopular opinions about the edge of sleep tv show

[bucephaly]

I'm so excited and so nervous for this job. Mostly excited though

And I'll be getting blocks of days off and get to just hang out and spend time around the area of the southern appalachians. There's so much I wanna do around there and I'm excited to get to do it

And I'll probably be doing a lot of it alone which I'm fine with. I'll get to get more used to just going and doing things by myself and taking my time.

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[six-of-ravens]

and the award for weirdest sleep goes to...

[bmpmp3]

My sudden onset and inexplicable obsession with genbu in the past year is really fun because I'm developing a lot of tuning skills that apply to literally no other voicebank and will never apply to any others again

[laugtherhyena]

Playing Bomb rush cyberfunk has been a crazy experience so far because i feel like I've been enjoying the game just as much as I'm not doing so

[radioisntdead]

Accidentally stumbled onto the dark side of Tumblr again, DEAR GRACE SOME FOLKS NEED INTENSE THERAPY, or need to stop doing drugs, maybe both, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes, I need a holy water and bleach combo

Also I should watch gravity falls again

[what-even-is-sleep]

Can’t wait for my drivers license to arrive so I can be driving legally again for the first time in 1.5 years!

[hqmillioncorn]

With love,

I didnt think babycorn would notice   I've been trying to avoid her. She  found me while she was out playing with cherrypit  Then she told me if there was anything she could do to help  She was willing to do anything  anything  she put her hand on mine  and smiled at me   I really dont know what to do  (Excerpt from Butter Veil's personal Diary)

Lalapril 4/7: Myth with @windupnamazu's Butter and Pancake

woah starsingers are so cool if only everyone could have a starsinger that would be cool dont you think?

Babycorn kicked her feet back and forth. Today was pretty hot and there was a fleeting thought in her head of jumping into a fountain in Radz-at-Han and splashing around in it.

But last time she did that a bunch of people stopped to stare at her, it was a little scary. For now sitting in the shade was good enough for her.

Especially if she could sit in the shade with one of her bestie best friends!!

Babycorn looked over to where Cherrypit was playing restaurant with Pancake. Something about Pancake being a professional food inspector visiting Cherrypit’s restaurant. It sounded like it was going well for him so far.

“Another masterful dish from Chef Cherrypit Pit!” Pancake cheered, waving her fork in the air. It looked like she was having a really good time. The fact that Cherrypit was cooking actual desserts for her probably didn’t hurt either.

“Yay! Yaay!” Cherrypit bounced up and down. Every time he did he would take a few seconds to adjust his overly-sized chef hat on his head to make sure it didn’t fall off. “Okay! Next is pancakes! For Pancake!”

“Wahoo!! I love pancakes!!”

Babycorn also loved pancakes but she didn’t want to interrupt her brother and Pancake’s fun. Usually it would be much harder for her to resist such a sweet temptation but she was finding it just a little easier because of something else on her mind.

Babycorn wasn’t sitting on the sidelines alone.

Butter was sitting right beside her, but unlike her he was staring down at the ground. He hadn’t said much since he and Pancake got here. Not that Babycorn hadn’t been trying to talk to him. Most of her questions had been met with silence.

Could this be what had been taught to her as a ‘best to leave them alone moment?’

No, no that couldn’t be it! If it was up to her she would never want to be alone! Being alone and by yourself was the worst!

There must have been something Butter wanted to talk about. “It’s really hot today huh?!” Babycorn practically shouted. Though what she was doing couldn’t quite be described as shouting. Because of her current condition she was only really speaking into Butter’s head directly.

“Yeah. It’s pretty warm…” Butter sounded a little uninterested.

“Y-Yeah…!” There was a strange feeling in Babycorn’s small little heart. Something about how Butter was acting was making her feel worried. Was he okay? Was there something wrong?

Babycorn hadn’t been here for the past week, on account of visiting her grandma in Gridania, so had she missed something? The only thing she could think of was what Pancake had told her when she got back. It was something about how her and Butter’s parents were visiting Radz-at-Han too.

Now that she thought about it, Butter hadn’t even welcomed her back at all!

That was weird! No it wasn’t! Yes it was! Was it?! Why was she worried about that!?

Because he was a bestest best friend! Of course! Of course! That was it!

Babycorn wondered for a bit about what else could have Butter feeling so sad. Until she just figured that there was nothing she could come up with. Thinking wasn’t her strong suit, she pretty much knew this.

Everyone else was much smarter than her but she couldn’t just walk up to one of her friends and ask about this, that would be embarrassing.

…Huh. Weird. She normally would be fine with doing that.

Before she could think of anything else, Babycorn found herself just speaking without a second thought. “Hey Butts?” She brought her legs up and hugged them close to her. “Are you okay? You’ve been kinda acting weird all morning.”

“H-Huh…?!” Butter looked caught off guard, his mouth was wide open and Babycorn noticed that his eyes looked kind of tired.

Babycorn suddenly grabbed his face and brought it closer to her to get a good look at it. “MmMph! HmpgmH??” Butter tried to say ‘What are you doing???’ but he couldn’t quite get it to sound like that.

“You don’t look sick. So that’s not it!” Not like she would be able to tell. Babycorn let go of Butter and smiled at him without a care in the world. “So it must be something else! Have you been eating all your vegetables? And also breakfast too?” It was the most important meal of the day after all.

Butter rubbed at his face, “I…No I-”

“You haven’t?!”

“No I have! Babycorn its…” Butter didn’t even know where to start. Would it be at the part where his mom was actually from another world or the part where the one person she needed to go home was the secret that Babycorn trusted him with? He was ashamed that he even had his initial reaction of telling his mother that he knew the Starsinger she was looking for.

“It’s nothing!” Butter smiled, “I’m just thinking-”

“-something silly?”

“Uh…Yeah. I guess something like that.” Butter tried to laugh, hoping to ease Babycorn’s worries.

Instead he saw Babycorn look the most worried she had in months. “I see.” That was all she said.

Butter tensed up. The sound of the nearby fountain was almost deafening. Had he somehow given it all away? He knew Babycorn could speak into his head but could she read thoughts too?

Cherrypit was able to do that, what was stopping Babycorn from doing it too?

It felt like everything was slowly closing in.

What was stopping his parents from appearing at this very second. They would walk in and his mom would find out that he lied through his teeth. He lied to her and had stopped her from going home. Then they would take Babycorn away and then who knows what would happen.

The worst of the worst case scenarios ran through his mind.

He would lose his parents, his family, his friends.

Babycorn.

There was no way out of this. He was trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped.

“Hey!!”

Butter opened his eyes. When he opened them he saw Babycorn looking right at him. It was funny but he hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that funny.

He noticed that someone was patting the top of his head. When he realized that it was Babycorn, a light blush crossed his face. “Butts. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He had seen her do this before. This was how Babycorn usually calmed down Cherrypit when he was upset, she even did this to Airy sometimes.

He sighed, so much for not letting Babycorn know anything.

When Babycorn decided that Butter looked calmed down enough she put her hand down. “I don’t really know what’s going on but I hope that whatever it is gets better.” She scratched at her scar and looked away from him. Truthfully she hadn’t expected herself to react that way either.

“I hope so too…” Butter wiped at his eyes. They stung slightly.

The pair sat in silence for a while, with only the sounds of their siblings distant bantering and the fountain to fill in the awkward silence.

Suddenly Butter felt something brush up against his hand.

When he looked down he saw that Babycorn had placed her hand on top of his.

“Butts…If there’s anything I can do to help with anything. You can count on me. Okay?” She held out a gold necklace with a green jewel in the middle. Just looking at it gave Babycorn a stomach ache. “I didn’t want to be a Starsinger. I really didn’t want to…” Her years of denying the fact had caught up to her when she least expected it, “Chelinka, uh, I mean I kept telling myself everything I could do once I accepted it but all of it sounded really scary. To be able to do, I mean. Bending reality. Changing people’s fates. It doesn't sound normal.”

Butter tried to hide the fact that learning none of this was new to him. His mother had gone on and on about the miracles a Starsinger was capable of doing.

“I didn’t want to lose myself. I didn’t want to be someone I’m not. But…”

Babycorn moved her hand under Butter’s, wrapping her fingers around his. “I don’t want to have become a Starsinger for nothing. I want to use my powers to help everyone I can! To help my friends with whatever they need!” She smiled at him, her eyes sparkled in the sun. It was almost blinding. “I know it’s really hard to do things by yourself…So let me help if I can!

Her hand was cold but it was the warmest Butter had felt in days.

“Okay. I will.”

Babycorn grinned and nodded, “Anything at all! You name it and I’ll be on my way! Promise!”

Butter silently nodded alongside her.

As the two of them turned back to watch their siblings neither even took notice that their hands never separated. Even when Cherrypit called Babycorn over for her to look at something, both Butter and Babycorn walked over, hand in hand.

At the same time, just beyond the fountain, a familiar Viera woman watched the scene in front of her with a smile on her face.

[wlw-cryptid]

🥺

i would in fact like to touch carpenter butch muscles. that would help me in this time of need .

[orcelito]

Feel like I am absorbing as much as my father after his death as possible. I will carry on his Legacy. I will be the Biker (in time). I am already the weapon collector (though with knives, not guns). I even have accepted owning a minions mug, something I swore would never happen (I hate those fucking things), just bc it makes me think of him.

Maybe he's gone now, but I'm gonna make damn sure to live a continuation of his life... just in my own way, lol

[medicinemane]

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[lesbian-space-fish]

fucked up that they don’t put radios in boomboxes anymore