#someone save me from my brain

[rjavenuru]

wrote a sentence in a hashtag my brain collapsed a scene from a movie played in my head a man says "Yeah, but I'm a happily married man now." not very convincingly and looks over at his alcoholic wife kicking car tyres...

[travelingtwentysomething]

🌚Dream Journal 🌝

I just woke up from the weirdest dream ever.

I lived in the White house, with my Aunt, and then my ex-best friend and her abusive boyfriend and her little son moved in with me (mirroring real life before we split), and me and my friend worked it out, and we got rid of her shitty abusive boyfriend this go round (instead of her dumping him, running back to her mom's, and leaving me to sweep up the trash, with no warning and no idea he was even abusive until then, when he had apparently relapsed and gotten back on meth unbeknownst to me. But that's another story for a Trauma Dump, not part of the dream).

When I talked to her about boundaries and respecting my space she actually listened to me instead of treating me as if I was attacking her for asking her not to destroy my things and space this time. She even invited me to her new house to hang out and make banana pudding.

Then somehow my cousin who actually lives with me now- her best friend came over as if she was my ex-best friend's friend, and they were sitting on the couch, and this is where the fact that we live in the White House comes in.

Trump was asleep on the other couch, with a TV playing above him playing Fox News, and my ex best friend and the other girl were talking shit about Trump and saying he should be assassinated and all kinds of crazy stuff, and I was like y'all need to stop y'all know the secret service out here. And So eventually the secret service came in they were acting like they needed to get up and leave, and I said y'all know I live here right? I said, "y'all can't do anything about me or my friends being here, and Trump has passed out and he didn't hear anything we had to say." But still they took my friends into the secret room off the living room to interrogate them- Trump was still asleep during all of this, so they woke him up to get him out of there as if he was about to be assassinated.

They tried to take me too but I told them "I'm good, I didn't say anything, y'all heard me telling them they needed to chill out, I'm going to go in the kitchen and wait till y'all are done." And after a little while in the kitchen watching fucking Fox news praise Trump for being a great leader, after I just watched him passed out like a fucking lump, and run away because two young women were shit talking him, I got a little mad, so I went and knocked on the secret door and asked if they were done with my friends yet.

They were in there scaring the shit out of them, and then they decided we all needed to go for a ride. So they put us on a helicopter and took us out saying we were going to some sort of training exercise to witness the greatness of trump, turns out they lied to us and they took our helicopter down into the ocean to simulate an emergency. I got out with two of the secret service guys first, cus I wasn't stupid enough to listen to them when they told me I needed to wait.

Turns out Trump was on a boat in the area doing some sort of campaigning thing, and they were going to use him as the rescue team, and they made my friends stay in the helicopter as it started to go under and they were trapped for too long because their stupid fucking exercise didn't go to plan. Eventually they pulled them out and they almost drowned, they had to resuscitate them. and Trump didn't even pick us up on his boat he just waved at us and was like "Look at our great military in action saving lives out here" even though they had almost just killed us, and our ride was disappearing before I very eyes because Trump's an idiot.

Somehow Denzel Washington was on the boat and he could see that this was all faked, and I was yelling out to them that Trump did this on purpose because my friends talk shit about him and he almost killed us, and Denzel Washington heard that, and was like "Don't worry, I got you, I'm going to tell everybody."

So when we came back to the White House every time they were doing any sort of event, me and my friends were there and we sabotaged it every way we could.

There was some sort of weird event on the front porch of the White House where Trump was supposedly going to be honored, but it turns out everybody there had heard my story, and came to protest him, and Trump got dressed up in some weird cat costume like from the movie/musical cats, and they scared the shit out of him and the secret service got him out of there but not before he almost pissed his pants and was dressed up and humiliated.

And I stood on the front porch laughing as they brought him in past me to the front door. And then me and my friends took all these protesters inside as our personal guests because I still lived in the White House and showed them around. And while Trump was recovering and getting out of his shitty cat costume all these protesters came in and witnessed him crying in his underwear.

And then I woke up.

None of this probably makes sense because I literally just sat here talking into my phone and letting it type it out for me. And I'm sure I'm losing some details cuz I woke up, but that was the gist of it.

[faceless-ghostt]

well... welcome back to Meme redraw hell ig. Pt 5

will these ever end? idk, probably ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

(references and rambles under the cut)

I'm still not completely happy with how I draw Thad but I'm getting there slowly, incredibly slowly. Same with Kon, he's not there yet but he's much closer. and I swear that isn't the usual outfit I draw him in, I swear I can do better ToT

Mindless rambles about my struggles with designs aside I've been trying to post more, mainly to get me back in the habit of drawing, but I am working on a larger, not large, but larger project that may or may not have to do with a Young Justice 98 and FNAF mash up and one of the characters is absolutely fucking me over. So I'm just doing easy drawings until my brain agrees with my arms enough to actually draw what I want to draw. I don't think these drawings are things I'll put on the Internet because they are just random drawings, but I'll probably share them to the YJ98 discord server. but I personally think this is a fun AU I am currently making and it will be forced on the world soon, kicking and screaming.

idk why I'm even rambling, probably because it's 2:30 in the morning and my brain is melting from multiple weeks of shitty sleep but ajdgakudgshsixhsv

uh, shameless plug moment, Join the YJ98 discord server that is pinned on my profile, it's fun and great and I want to yap with more YJ fans!

[starlingstalk]

Just random stuff cause I‘ve been busy (with nothing)

Requests are open btw I need things to draw but my brain is not workinggggg D:

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Oh hey what about a groundhogs day event where the hero has to relive their traumatic “One Bad Day”-esque backstory but it’s another hero they either know really well and the only way to break the loop is letting that horrible event happen

Bc I’m basic my first thought was “Oh, this would absolutely tear up anyone having to walk down crime alley knowing way too well what’s about to happen”

But I’m also obsessed with my blorbo so my other thought was “Omg lol, imagine if one of the adult heroes ended up in Billy’s body just before his parents left to go die on their dig and think maybe they can save their co-worker the tragedy he faced so young only for every attempt they succeed at getting them to stay keep the loop going and they realize they have to let them go and doom this kid all over again. Haha, extra points if the loop actually lasts from that point to them actually dying so they wake up the next day thinking they failed again only for it to be tomorrow and suddenly Uncle E gets the call that his brother and sister in law are dead and then whoever is in Billy’s body is getting thrown out with a suitcase realizing maybe the nightmare is going to last longer.”

And I just had to laugh bc goddamn my brain cant stop with angst

[fictionadventurer]

Potential January Reads

A Brilliant Night of Ice and Stars by Rebecca Connolly

Rhododendron Pie by Margery Sharp

So Big by Edna Ferber

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Vibrant Paradoxes by Bishop Robert Barron

The Diary of a Country Priest by George Bernanos

Doctor Thorne by Anthony Trollope

Katherine Wentworth by D.E. Stevenson

[wortsandall]

the ease in which transformers can just upgrade their frame and appearance and the level of just how much Gender does not matter makes me jealous in a way that i cannot describe properly. like longing for a place that has never existed and will never exist, parallel to nostalgia for a different time

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

so. I just got to Maruki’s attempted persuasion of Ren before the deadline and. hey what the fuck. what. what.

Akechi is the sole bargaining chip? Akechi’s life and their continued connection is what Ren wished for?

[sneezarify]

Thinking about a shy fetishist noticing my nostrils flaring, false starts and plucking up the courage to check if I wanted help... Then watching them groan in pleasure as my currently *very* sensitive nose provides fits and fits of blasting sneezes as soon as they slip anything just slightly inside of my nostrils.

[atypeofherb9922]

Will anyone write me a fanfic, where Darry is so stressed he breaks down crying in front on the entire gang, pleaseeeeeee I beg of anyone to

[mueritos]

two gay furries from a patreon request who became my ocs...theyre on a date :) the deer is named griffin and im still trying to figure out a name for the rabbit lol...name suggestions welcome ^-^

patreon

[ghostlakan]

the 1917 fixation has snowballed into something wider and now i've watched band of brothers twice in the span of a week someone save me

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

men are so disappointing in so many ways i know i shouldn't expect most of them to be dignified humans but it's crazy. i need to get over this guy he's making my sense of self crumble even faster than it usually does. like he's just so unlike my usual type and i'm pretty convinced he's stupid and slutty and not discerning whatsoever. not to mention boring like i know even if i did have a chance with him he wouldn't Get Me at all so it's a bigger waste of time that usual and i'm actually pretty tired of men in general and definitely tired of parasocial relationships because they drive me insane for months typically. thankfully it's only been like 2 weeks if that at this point. idk. sigh. i know literally virtually nothing abt him as a person and ofc liking any public figure who you know nothing about is only setting yourself for heartbreak and disappointment to begin with bc you already know nothing is gonna come from it but. in a way it's almost addictive to become obsessed with someone and not be looked at with the same level of scrutiny. i don't think anyone in real life would ever try to get to know me as much as i try to get to know people who i'll never even meet. lmao! but that's the thing... idk... i have a lot of love in my heart and it consumes me and i reject my pride usually when i'm into someone. i want to know more... like VORACIOUSLY consuming anything with information about them involved simply because i think knowing someone is a very deep form of love but of course you can never truly know anyone. not completely. and that scares me i think which is why it's always probably been easier for me to never really TRY to be with anyone or have anything real. idk. this turned into me psychoanalyzing myself real quick but SOMEONE needs to bc i need to understand what the fuck is wrong w me.

[nammikisulora]

But like... these two + utter sappiness = ???????

That's not. Them. Like, this is bad enough:

“So that’s it? You’re just – leaving?” His eyes glitter in the streetlight. Tears? No, probably not. Kepler searches his memory for a moment, then quirks one corner of his mouth upwards. Then he says, “Fairies and gods Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off; Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.” Jacobi blinks, then decks him in the face. It’s a bad punch, only glancing his jaw, but he still stumbles back a step or two. Jacobi looks ready to hit him again. “I read that fucking play, you know.”

Help I have brainrot someone make it stoppppppppppp

Unexpected fic writing problem: I started googling Shakespeare quotes for a post-canon Kepcobi fic and I'm finding way too many! Now I might have to write something utterly sappy just to play with the concept of "Kepler tries to do all emotional communication through Shakespeare quotes and Jacobi is annoyed by it", because I can only use like... one for my intended angst (with some comfort on top of the hurt at the end).

[solivagantingrebel]

this is taking forever to finish, and i want to yap about the fic. so here you go.

dilf ghost. im at 12k right now and the demon on my shoulder is telling me to make the second smut scene more interesting, so who knows when this'll be done 😔