#screaming on discord brb ))

[fleshcarverfugitive]

i'm so normal about the new community update i'm So Normal about patch 8 coming in 2025 i'm SO NORMAL, you guys-

[graunblida]

smash the heart for a smol something set in any of these lexa verses: metal band, star wars, pirate !

[nordarknessdimsthesky]

A linguistic analysis of tumblr hyperbole in the tags

This post expands my previous analysis of hyperbolic reactions to cluster tags by themes. There were too many themes, some of them overlapping, to create a cohesive graph. Instead, I present several overarching themes from a data set of 50 tags observed and documented in various corners of tumblr.

1. Feeling Normal™️

Tags within this cluster profess Normal feelings (read: extreme excitement, enthusiasm, obsession, derangement, etc.).

#mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #absolutely not rending my clothing #feeling very normal and not feral at all #i will simply never recover #gif sets sent to personally destroy me #i can't cope #the eyes #i'm a puddle #i am INCONSOLABLE #i am DISTRAUGHT #IM NOT OKKAAAAAAYYYYYY #FEELING TOTALLY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NORMAL

2. Feralness

The following data points conjure animalistic behavior. There’s a non-zero amount of biting and chewing involved.

#chomping biting barking #biting my arms off #rattling my cage #[incoherent biting noises] #chewing glass #chewing through wood #*shaking the bars of my enclosure* HELLO!!!!!!!! #climbing the walls #biting gnawing chewing #im gonna rip off my front door and eat it

3. Noisy Emotional Outbursts

These tags encompass crying, screaming, yelling, and other loud reactions.

# shaking sobbing crying #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #*no thoughts only wailing* #i am SOBBING #IM CRYING LIKE A BITCH #*just fucking yelling* #S C R E A M #screeching into a pillow #brb sobbing for 5-7 business years

4. Throwing

All of these tags except the last one involve being thrown instead of throwing things. I, personally, am entertained by the range of places/situations people are throwing themselves into.

#i am going to THROW MYSELF into the SEA #hurl me into the sea #hurl me into the sun #trebuchet me into the sun #hurl me straight at europa #vent me out of an airlock #slam me against a wall #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #throwing myself into traffic you know? #just defenestrate me already #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass #i'm going to start tossing furniture

5. Bodily Harm

There’s a good deal of overlap with the previous theme. Nearly all of the tags involving throwing would result in varying degrees of bodily harm. Here are the tags outside of the Throwing subgroup.  

#im going to throw upppppp #tearing my hair out #banging my head against the wall #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #biting my arms off #microwaving myself #crumple me up and microwave me

6. Absurdism

My personal favorite cluster. The imagery conjured and resulting comedic hyperbole is just [chef’s kiss].

#im gonna rip off my front door and eat it #crumple me up and microwave me #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass

7. Keysmashes

These tags center less around meaning and more around style, so they form the last group. A handful of these could fall under Noisy Emotional Outbursts because they represent reaction noises. In my linguistic judgment, keysmashing increases the hyperbole – consider augh versus aughfhghghghhh – the latter reads as prolonged and more intense emotionally.

#aghdjakgsjadhjaka * #hrhrhrhgnnnghhhhh #aughfhghghghhh #mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #waughfhghghh #oughhhhghghhh

*one digression in a friend discord server was how people interpret keysmashes in their minds. Some hear the first couple letters and then some sputtering, others hear static. It’s a common joke that you need a minor in linguistics to understand conversations in this friend group. Such is the nature of things when the chaos linguist energy is strong.

[darklordofthesimp]

also I'm so sorry this is so late but like tom hardy is so fuckin fine istg like pls I had a venom hyperfixation and those dumbasses bullied me relentlessly for it 😔💀 like I would bring venom and eddie up all the fuckin time and they were forced to listen to my embarrassing ranting about them but like BROOOOOOO COME ONNNNN THEYRE SO BABYGIRL same problem happens with könig, colossus from deadpool1&2, darth maul, etc etc they wont leave me alone with the bulling 😔 pls its not my fault that I copy their voicelines n say them over and over to the point where we all go insane and its not mY FAULT WHEN I get flustered and say their name loudly multiple times whenever they show up on screen c'mon guys please- yeah I think they're all pretty bUT ATLEAST I DONT BITE INTO STRING CHEESE YOU DEGENERATE FUCKS (okay but they also send me stuff they see of those characters because hehe they know I like those characters so it's even but still goddamnit shaking my fists in mock anger like a cartoon character fr just hawkeye pierce doing the weird wHHHYYYY I OUTTA with his fists istg)

I feel very strongly about string cheese (not really)

the only exception to biting down on da string cheese is 1) if you're in a hurry and cant take the time to eat the cheese how it was intended or 2) if you don't wanna get your hands dirty (I literally don't care I just find it amusing to complain about this one topic lmfao do whatever the hecc you want lmfao who cares how you eat ur cheese lol) I also find it amusing to be that one guy whos sitting on the bed watching something my friends put on and just eating string cheese while my friends talk about something I am entertained so easily istg oHMYGOD THT REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING IM SO SORRY FOR GOING ON LIKE THIS SKDJK BUT THIS FUCKER-

THIS FUCKER WAS LIKE OKAY SO ILL BE BACK IN 30 MINUTES_ (WE WERE TALKING ON DISCORD HE WAS LIKE BRB) HERES SOMETHING FOR YOU TO WATCH AND THIS FUCKER PUTS ON A THIRTY MINUTE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE ABOUT GOD KNOWS WHAT I DONT EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER AND I JUST WATCH IN AMAZEMENT AND THEN HE COMES BACK AND IM LIKE YEHA THAT WAS A GOOD VIDEO BUT THEN I REALIZE HE PUT IT ON BECAUSE HE KNOWS

HE KNOWS ILL FUKING WATCH IT HE PUT IT ON TO ENTERTAIN ME LIKE A LITTLE KID AND IT WORKED IT FUCKING WORKED GODDAMNIT I WAS ENTHRALLE FOR THE THIRFY MINTUES HE WAS GONE THESE FUCKERS KNOW ME TOO WELL

YOU GOT FUCKING BAMBOOZLED. YOU GOT DAZZLED LIKE A FUCKING MOTH TO A LIGHT AND IM FUCKING SCREAMING HE PROPER JUST SAT YOU DOWN AND SAID HERE WATCH THIS LIKE A FUCKING KID

[forhyune]

hehe. i was indeed screamed at on discord

I LOVE U SO MUCH MY WORLD. so glad that this could melt you ... brb cleaning ur puddle form carefully off the floor and keeping u safe in a flower vase next to my bed

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.2k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・chan x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, fluff, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, berry being the perfect baby angel she is. inspired by these bubble messages and @cosmic-railwayxo's treachery. (love u deni)

𝟬𝟲:𝟯𝟲 — “Where’s my baby, hm?”

This is the question on Chan’s lips the moment he lets go of the bedroom door, closed with agonizing caution as to not wake the figure still curled up under the duvet inside.

It’s early. Early enough so the walls are colored a rich beige by new rays of sunlight, so his footsteps are the only sound reverberating around the hallways when he commences his search. Early enough to evidence how he was only bestowed a few hours of sleep before waking up with a budding headache and leaden eyelids.

But he doesn’t mind the lack of rest, not this time. Not when there’s a wad of love with a freckled snout and floppy ears under the same roof for the first time in too long.

“Berry?” Chan calls, his voice tattered and low, like sandpaper. He rakes his eyes over the spots he remembers to be her favorite. Maybe they’ve changed since he was last home. Maybe everything has changed since he was last home.

The thought causes a familiar pang to go off within him, poignant and powerful, but the quiet scuffle of paws against hardwood takes the edge off the guilt straightaway.

Chan finds the beginnings of a smile on his lips before she even rounds the corner, and when she does, well. His grin might as well split his face down the middle. He’s on his knees in seconds, outstretched hands rediscovering home in the puppy’s silky fur as she clambers onto him with blown pupils and excited pants.

His adoring coos of her name falter into muted laughter, which then fragments into a sob. His vision narrows to his precious girl and then starts to blur. When Berry climbs up to give his cheek a few happy licks, she’s fascinated by its saltiness.

You emerge from the bedroom a little over an hour later. Sleeping is hard enough when you’re jetlagged, and even harder when there’s only mattress where you remember Chan’s warm solidity to be. The fabric of Chan’s hoodie suppresses your vocalization of his name as you ungracefully pull it over your torso, still struggling to rouse your body from sleep.

Your beckon produces no response. You wrap a hand around the nearest door frame and peek your head into the living room, a little more alert now.

“Chan? Baby?”

You feel silly. How many visits has it been for you to still feel this nervous, wandering around Chan’s family home? Yet you undoubtedly are, whether because of your absentee boyfriend or that his whole family is a few walls away. You pad through the silent abode with mounting trepidation and intense care to not make any more sound than necessary.

Then you reach the family room and instantly come to a standstill, hands drifting to your sides, features deliquescing to a soft smile. 

Lying on the nearest couch is your boyfriend, head propped up on top of his elbow, his fluttering lashes and gently oscillating shoulders indicating that he’s asleep. You can’t see his face below his eyes, as he has his nose nuzzled into the Cavalier spaniel resting securely in his arms, snoring tacitly into his sleeve, slumbering as deeply as her human companion.

You’ve been stumbling upon Chan sleeping in unexpected places for the better part of two years now, but you still liquefy every time as if it’s the first. These are the moments, you’ve come to realize, when you can care for him in ways he would never let you while conscious: a lift of his laptop off his thighs, a brush of your lips against his hairline, a cardigan draped lightly over his back. These are the moments when you understand in full how far you’ve come together, for him to trust you with his exhaustion with such transparency, to be so vulnerable as to leave you with memories of him that he’ll never have.

Despite your prolonged experience, it’s hard to describe what exactly you’re feeling in this moment. The mere mention of Berry has always dissipated the shadows that veil his face, has always chased off the burdens that cling to his spine. How do you put it into words, seeing your happiness at his happiest?

It suddenly occurs to you that the window beside them is cracked open. That, and you spotted extra quilts in the top shelf of Chan’s closet last night.

Chan’s eyelids lift when he feels the gentle weight of a blanket fall upon his body; so do the corners of his lips, when the culprit materializes before him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, a hand hovering over his frame, face creased into a flinch.

“Sorry,” you whisper, closing the distance between your fingers and the curve of his neck. The pad of your thumb moves over his cheekbone like a willow branch skimming water. “I didn’t think that would wake you up.”

Both of you up, you mentally amend, seeing as Berry has noticed your presence and is wagging her tail with enough vigor for it to thump against Chan’s chest. He lets her wriggle out of his arms and into yours; you emit a noise of glee and gather her into you.

If only you had seen the expression he wears then, watching your eyes scrunch closed at the frenzied kisses she presses to your face. His first love and his very last.

“Don’t apologize,” he answers. “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you in bed, angel, I just…”

His voice trails off, but he knows by the softness in your irises when they meet his that you already know.

You move like clockwork. Chan presses up into the back of the couch, the quilt’s edge lifted in wordless invitation. It is your chest that Berry burrows into this time, the top of her head sliding into the space between your chin and the sofa’s cushion. It is Chan’s chest that you’re folded into, the arms around your waist like the coziest of cabins in a sun-spattered wood. It is the back of your neck that he nuzzles his nose into, but not before he litters gossamer kisses across the expanse of skin, as if printing the notes to a lullaby he knows well.

Everything is warm, so warm, so right, and jetlag starts to feel like a distant trouble.

You open your mouth while teetering on the cusp of a dream.

“Baby?” 

He hums into you, listening.

“Always be happy, okay?”

You don’t notice the solitary tear that traverses the bridge of his nose, lands in the cotton of your hood, and dyes the bunched-up fabric a few shades darker. You don’t notice how his embrace around you tightens marginally, like how one’s eyes can’t help but find their dearest possession when the building’s on fire.

“Okay,” he whispers, and kisses your nape once more. Your and Chan’s eyes close together. Berry licks your chin again, then follows suit.

(Another hour later, Chan’s parents walk into the family room. They decide to go out to breakfast for fear of making too much noise in the kitchen, Chan’s mother blotting away tears as she ducks into shotgun, Chan’s father laughing at her sentimentality while blinking back his own.

Another few hours later, Hannah takes maybe fifty-some photographs of the triad of unmoving heaps occupying their couch. Then she grumbles at Berry for being dead asleep at eleven in the morning: “Those two arrived here from across the world yesterday. What’s your excuse?”)

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[phantomdimension]

Based on what I was shown this morning, just in case you are for Some Reason looking at my blog:

(under a readmore so I don't subject strangers to whatever the hell we've got going on)

If you think I sent a DM, I didn't. The only DM I sent after you blocked my side/writing blog was responding to the ask you sent me, saying "oh, I'm pretty sure that was me".

I didn't even think you hated me, I was just vibing like "eh, you probably feel neutral towards me, just blocking out of what I think is a weird 'people will always block all/both partners if friends have a falling out' social obligation."

It's not my responsibility to make sure you have me blocked after you and my husband have a falling out. I don't keep track of my followers on my writing blog, who comes and who goes. I also don't do this on my main blog, which is comprised mostly of friends/people I've followed for a very long time and their blogs/sideblogs/projects/etc. I don't keep my first name on my main blog because honestly, it's not necessary, and I use my middle name on my writing blog because I want it to exist somewhere, and it feels wrong for me to go nameless on a writing blog. It also just doesn't get used enough.

It's not weird that he keeps some Facebook posts hidden from me, if you think about it. He literally tells me about them within a couple of days of making them with the exception of one that's about what I usually refer to as the "Insurmountable Grief". Just to be sure, though, he went back over them with me and I was like "lol oh yeah, you told me about that post. And yeah!! I remember that one extra well, you made me (thing) as a surprise after." Additionally, sometimes people just... Need to think somewhere else before they can bring it up. Not out of anything bad, just a... Need to let it simmer, need to think on it some more, need to build up the courage to say it. Whatever it is, I wouldn't hold it against him. And tbqh, I think it's more weird that you hold it against him in some weird way. If you were worried about it, why bring it up in an anon that you assume was me?

Frankly, if you think my husband sucks as a person. Then we wouldn't get along because of how important he is to me. You also just can't get out of a conversation without me bringing him up at least once, or saying "brb my husband and I are screaming about something silly again!!!" or "sorry!!! my husband asked me to make him something!!" You and I have never had a conversation past vague comments made through a discord call or ask games back and forth. From what I see and what he told me, it sounds like he did try to set a boundary and ask for something specific, but it was taken in bad faith. But again, I don't really know you.

And... if you've made it this far, Sunny. He told me the context about the 'calling you exhausting' bit as it was happening. I want to say. I also apologize constantly. Isn't it exhausting for you? To constantly feel like you have to apologize? To feel blamed for anything and everything, as if it's your fault?

[teamgamble]

Discord Chat Exchange between Isaac and Eden

wrathofthelamb Today at 01:39 You’re still online. Still working on it?

demoman screaming medic Today at 01:42 yeah bitch to crack

wrathofthelamb Today at 01:43 Can you give me an ETA on it? Sooner we have Snag Balls for XD002 the better.

demoman screaming medic Today at 01:43 fuck man idk i’m not cassiopeia i need time (edited) tho i think i’m closeish ik you’re worried about the shadow pokemon crisis but still brb

wrathofthelamb Today at 01:44 You are too. You wouldn’t be pulling all nighters if you weren’t.

demoman screaming medic Today at 01:49 you got me ig :/

wrathofthelamb Today at 01:50 Don’t work yourself to exhaustion, please? Actually once this is over, what are you gonna do with the code? Assuming you crack it lol.

demoman screaming medic Today at 01:51 submit an anonymous patch to the source code

wrathofthelamb Today at 01:51 Checks out. You have a good night.

demoman screaming medic Today at 1:52 :EngiDanceFast:

[ceruleanferocity]

I really wanna do a thing. Where Koga has gone full feral. (more so)

[loisfreakinglane]

me, staring into the void: I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse,  I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse,

[starrysamu]

seijoh fun fact: iwaizumi cant visit aquariums for Personal Reasons... the facts are undisclosed but the speculations are relentless. all signs point to ******

im SCREECHING IO PLEASE 

[starglitterz]

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

THIS IS SO GOOD OMFKJGKWAKJDKJSKDJAKS

✦  — saturn.

if we meet again, tell me about the days you spent (or, genshin characters and their reaction to your death) 

feat : zhongli, childe, ayato

genre : angst 

warnings : character death, mentions of blood, grief. 

notes : title inspired by sleeping at last. this was an ass to edit to tumblr. excuse any mistakes because i only gave it a brief read-over before posting. anyways, i have had this for months and it’s about time to hurt some feelings :) 

ZHONGLI. 

Zhongli is no stranger to death. 

He has seen so much of it, caused even more. Slayed gods and miasmic monsters and creatures of the Abyss. Cut through flesh and bone and dark matter. Seen the end of civilizations and nations and friends. So, so many friends. He remembers all of them — Guizhong, Havria, Azhdaha, Skybracer, Seagrazer. He remembers them like a list, a proclamation of names. Adds a new name at the end every time someone in his life passes. Repeats it to himself. Repeats and remembers and repeats and remembers because that is all he can do. 

Keep reading

[forbaesmoved]

@salvatoraes​     ♡’d for a christmas-y starter !

                   ❝     don’t eat the cookies and milk i’m leaving on the table, unless your name is santa.     ❞

[graunblida]

ya girl is going to gen con this weekend, so that means activity will be sparse besides me lurking now and then between games. i’ve got stuff queued so you don’t miss me too much and i’m going to buy my weight in dice like i did two years ago. 

[voids-interests]

I have Midterms in a week and I am Not Ready

My birthday is also the same day as one of my midterms.

I'm gonna have a birthday party on the 15th as well but only one of my partners can come (if either of them can, depends on their parents :/)

[acciohq]

+ 1 APPLICATION FOR

gabrielle delacour ( romaneinnc fc )

[spacedykez]

a breakdown of why killing kind is a tma song, which makes sense to Me And Only Me, because I Have Brainrot. disclaimer there WILL be spoilers for mag200

I roam these halls, search the night, in hopes that I may see A remnant trace, a glimpse of you

listen. listen okay. literally everyone. they have all changed so much none of them are the same ppl they were at the beginning. any of them could be saying this, saying "i miss the person i knew"

"I stare into the deep" & "the deep stares back, speaks to me"

the deep is the entites, any and all, no i cannot explain no i cannot elaborate. perhaps this is jon and the deep is the eye.

Saying I know, I know, I know, I know, I know my love can be I know my love can be the killing kind

jmart <3 particularly jon thinking that martin wouldn't have been dragged into any of This is not for him

What if I was wrong by never moving on? I didn't realize who's gone

not!sasha

The ghost in me was true but you were haunted too just Didn't see it all along

any of them not realizing how badly the others are traumatized by literally any event

Nevermore to leave here Nevermore to leave here You should never be here

idk why but this just feels like jmart to me. like. u shouldn't be involved in this but you Are.

Here and now, if this is it Can't get out from under it

can't get out. can't escape. kidnappings. reading statements. yknow.

There and then, I should have known It was me all along

jon realizing he's an avatar & probably feeling guilty as he does

Try and try to let you go, and I'll just disappear Go down below where children go and we all float down here

feels very hopeless, very i-have-given up. s2 jon distancing himself from everyone.

Stirs of whispers trail and linger You still haunt the corners of my heart

look. look okay. there are better connections im sure but. the whispers line feels very lonelycore and this just feels jmart yknow

Singing "Don't love the bottle but the bottle loves me" One for the memory, two for the pain Singing "Don't love the bottle with the deeper disdain"

discord has heard this before but if we make the bottle is a metaphor for the Beholding then this line woks very well

I think of you I dream of you Evermore

literally just they okay

Hey, do you hear me, do you hear me now? On a midnight dreary Stay, stay near me, stay near me now

Oh yeah (Do you hear me?) Don't you hear me? (Do you hear me?) Don't you hear me? (Do you hear me) Don't you hear me now?

mag159-160 iykyk

If madness overtakes us both Then nobody would be alone The ghost of us can linger here Forever not to disappear

if they sacrifice themselves then nobody will be alone aka nobody will be consumed by the fears. their ghosts (the stories of jon and martin, as well as the trauma of the eyepocalypse) will linger long after and will not be forgotten

I, oh, here and now If this is it Why don't we just savor it?

mag 198-199. jmart... *cries*

and finally, the climax where the music swells and the song is screaming and its intense and yeah yk?

thats mag200 thats the climax thats the overwhelming energy of the panopticon thats. brb crying about the ending again