#sorry it sux i'm so tired

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Ignored again today, going to start maiming the hostages until behavior improves

[doodleybugg]

Can I request uhhhhh reader playing at Eddie's table?????

hell yes you can!! sorry this request took so long tags: fem(ish)!reader x eddie munson (she/her pronouns used), pining, i know next to nothing about dnd so please tell me if i get anything wrong and keep in mind that i have no clue what i'm doing, this is rlly short so if you want another part you can request!!

"Is that whatever's on your shirt? Hell…" Dustin unzips his sweater so you can read the rest of his shirt. "Hellfire?"

He nods, smiling hugely. "Yep! We're short a player and need someone to fill in. If you do it, you get a shirt.." He tries to convince you, excitement clear in his voice.

And that makes you smile. If you were correct, Eddie Munson ran that club. You must have been infatuated with that guy since grade school when he once let you borrow his oversized jacket when it was cold. You remembered him saying he stole it from his uncle the night before. He probably doesn't remember it, just a small kindness from years ago, but it stuck with you.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" Dustin says, waving a hand in front of your face. Comical, you think.

"Sorry- I'll come! I mean, if there's nobody better to fill the spot. I'm telling you now though, I've never played Dungeons and Dragons-"

"Oh, we just say D&D. You know, it's shorter." He cuts you off.

"…D&D. I've never played it before. That's alright?"

"Totally! To be honest with you, we're stuck with either you or erica. and from what I know about you, you're much nicer than her. I'd prefer it if you came."

You chuckle. "Thanks?"

"Just the facts!"

"Okay, Dustin. When's the game? Like, next we-"

"Tonight! I'll wait for you at the front doors, next to that water fountain, alright?" You'd have to make a mental note of Dustin's habit of interrupting people.

"I- sure! Alright! See you there." And Dustin is already walking, no, sprinting away. Probably off to another one of his friends to let them know that Y/N Y/LN would be joining them. Tonight. No, not even, just after school. Giving you zero time to learn the rules or even just get to know the game enough to not make a fool of yourself. Great.

~

By the time classes end for the day, you're practically trembling. Time to go make a fool of yourself in front of strangers. Well, and Eddie. Does he even remember you? He's a huge outcast, a troublemaker. Most of his efforts are directed at pissing off the popular kids and hanging out with his outcast friends. He practically ignored everyone in between. Not in a rude way, of course, you didn't think he was capable of being rude.

He would still high-five people in the hall or help someone who's dropped a book. But you weren't sure if faces would stick to a name in his mind unless he actually knew the person.

Your thoughts were basically repeating the same question as you made your way to the fountain, does he remember me? When you got there, Dustin was already waiting. He spotted you and waved, again in a comical way. Was this just his usual attitude? You were already exhausted from classes, that pop quiz in science, and your plans plaguing your mind all day, but he didn't seem the least bit tired.

Maybe it was just that freshman energy. You were already a senior, graduating this year, and God, you couldn't wait to get out of this school.

"Ready to go?" He asked as soon as you got closer.

"As ready as I'll ever be." That much was true. Your nerves were practically fried. Dustin led you down a couple halls to where Mike, Dustin's friend, was waiting outside an empty classroom's doors.

"Hey Dustin, Y/N!" He greets you kindly enough, he looks a little conflicted though. Like he's debating something, fighting with his mind. Nevertheless, he opens the door to let you and Dustin in, walking in behind you and shutting it yet again.

The room is relatively small, seemingly more so with the huge table right in the center. Sat down are a couple of seniors, you recognized them as friends of Eddie, who's sat at the very head of the table looking like a complete God, messy hair in tight ringlets pointing in every direction, that same smile plastered to his face that he usually makes after a good laugh. Everyone's wearing the same shirt with a devil's head on it. Everyone but you.

You felt awkward standing with the closed door against your back but didn't exactly want to move until you knew what was happening.

Eddie looked up from the rings on his finger that he was fiddling with, to lay eyes on you. You smiled, it was short and awkward, but you smiled.

"This is who you've got, Dustin?" He asks, and though he doesn't sound angry, you almost get offended. You could be a great D&D player! You're not, but you could be.

"Y/N's great, Eds!" Dustin replies. "Besides, it was a choice between her or Lucas' scary little sister and honestly, I think I made the right choice."

Dustin must have thought that was more flattering than it was. Whoo hoo, you're more pleasant to be around than an 11-year-old girl.

Eddie seems to think, gaze fluttering between you and Dustin, before ultimately coming to a conclusion to whatever question was in his mind and using his foot to kick the chair across the table from him, the chair right in front of you, as an invite to sit.

~

"Come on!" Dustin nearly shouts as he shoots the d20 die from his hand. It hits the table and rolls for a seemingly endless amount of time, but by the time it does finally stop, the number on top is 11. Groans and curses echo the room from everyone in the party, including Edde.

Now you're the last player alive, somehow, and from what you've gathered of the game, you need to roll the die and land on a 20 to keep that title. The odds are so horrifyingly against your favour as Eddie drops the die in your hand, muttering a small, unconvincing "good luck".

You press the die between your two sweaty palms and start skaking your hands. The air is so unbelievably thick right now, you're surprised you're able to breathe, and everyone's eyes are on you as you let go of the die. It rolls against the table, knocking into things, every thud echoing in the base of your skull until it stop. 

And everything stops. 

There's no noice, there's nothing. 

Because you just rolled a 20.

[dindjarindiaries]

Mandoctober - October 9: Darksaber

summary: Din dreams of wielding the weapon he’s been told so many stories about, waking with a creeping suspicion that somehow his dream won’t be far from reality.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) & the darksaber

warnings: mentions of violence, weapons, angst, hurt/comfort (feat. our favorite little green bean)

rating: T

word count: 1.129k

mandoctober masterlist

october 9: darksaber

Din doesn’t even remember closing his eyes, but now, they fly open, his heat sensor immediately picking up the small object on the ground in front of him.

With a hesitant breath, Din steps forward, his boots crunching against the ground as he bends down to observe the item. It looks like the silver hilt of a sword without a blade, its surface slightly worn—but in the way a warrior likes best. Din reaches out to grab it, surprised at the natural way it fits to his gloved hand as he slowly lifts it from the ground. He begins to stand up again, turning the hilt over in his hand as he tries to discover its purpose.

And then, in a flash, a blade emits from the hilt—dark and glowing. Din nearly jumps away from it, but he maintains his tight grip, sensing the reflection of its light off his beskar as he holds it close to himself. He simply holds it there as he observes it, trying to think of the reason why he feels as if he should know this weapon, as if he should know why he senses it calling to him.

Then, he gets it. The Darksaber.

The moments hit him like cruel flashbacks. The story of Tarre Vizsla and his achievements with the Jedi. The horrors of House Vizsla as they stole it back and let many perish at its blade. The hand of Pre Vizsla as he carried it for years upon years. The wrath of Darth Maul.

It’s the red-and-black face of Maul that gets Din to blink a few times, hoping to erase the image as his hand begins to tremble around the blade. He’d heard so many stories, listened to all the horror his people had to endure under his rule. That’s when he knew never to trust the Sith—even if they’d dismissed themselves from the order.

The visions return. Now, he sees it in the hands of another Mandalorian, one he hasn’t heard of before. Din watches as she focuses on learning how to wield it, even using it against the light of another similar sword. Then, it’s in the hands of Bo-Katan Kryze—a name Din of course knows and remembers. The visions get blurry after that, and then they disappear altogether.

Din’s left alone with this blade, standing in the middle of this clearing where he’s found it. Almost like destiny. Almost like he’s meant to be the next one in this line of visions.

He looks from the top of the blade to the bottom of the hilt, observing the way it stretches in front of him. Then, with a held breath and a single squeeze of his gloved hand, he starts to maneuver it around in his hand, flipping it a few times and listening to the sound of its energy pass him by. The weight of the weapon in his hand is somehow familiar. The more Din twists it, the more comfortable he feels, as if he’s been training with it his entire life.

As his confidence increases, Din brings a second hand to the hilt, running through drills he barely remembers from his training days as he listens to the dark blade whistle through the air. It’s almost as if the blade and Din have bonded together, the saber becoming an extension of himself as they glide through the air with each other. He swings into one move that bleeds into another that bleeds into another until Din and the Darksaber are both moving so quickly together that his surroundings start to blur around him.

And then, Din’s frozen, as if he and the blade have hit an invisible wall—one that refuses to let him move. With a large push, he’s suddenly forced back, the Darksaber tumbling out of his gloved hand as he’s sprawled out on his back. He struggles to get up, watching a shadow walk out of the surrounding wood and closer to him. When their face is revealed, Din can feel the bile rise in his throat, panic sharper than the blade at his side as it tears at his chest.

Moff Gideon.

“You have something I want,” Gideon’s voice rumbles, making Din’s heart sink into his stomach like a stone. “You may think you have some idea of what you’re in possession of, but you do not.”

Din tries to reach for the blaster in his holster, but he finds himself frozen again, his brow furrowing beneath his helmet in desperation as he faces his enemy.

“In a few moments…” Gideon pauses, reaching a hand out and somehow attracting the Darksaber straight to his hand. Din can feel his eyes widen as Gideon begins to creep closer. “... It will be mine.” He lifts the blade with both his hands, making Din tremble as he raises it above his head. “It means more to me than you will ever know.”

With those words, the Darksaber starts to come swinging down in Din’s direction, causing him to lift an arm just as he wakes up.

Din sits up quickly, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He hears a small whimper at his side, causing him to look over and see the baby standing there with his ears drooped low on his head. Din shakes his head, taking the baby into his arms as he faces him.

“I’m all right, ad’ika,” Din assures his son, even though his trembling tone is less than convincing.

The baby places both his tiny hands on Din’s cheeks, narrowing his eyes as he almost studies his buir. Din can’t help smiling at that.

“It was just a nightmare,” Din insists, lifting the baby’s forehead to his own.

The baby’s ears start to perk up at that. Din sighs and sets the baby back in his lap. He raises an eyebrow as he remembers the first part of his dream, watching his son tilt his head curiously at his father—obviously in need of something to lull him back to sleep.

“Have I ever told you the story of the Darksaber, ad’ika?”

The baby looks at his father with confusion. Din nods as he draws his son closer.

“Then, allow me to begin.”

And yet, even as he starts it, Din still can’t help feeling that the story will someday end with him—whether it be with the Darksaber in his hands or through his chest.

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[chrisbangs]

retiring from making bday thingz for everyone except jeongchan is so relaxing like i'm sorry i can never be her (someone who does ot8 bday sets every year) ever again ...

[baddestbestfriend]

I don't think it's a bad thing to be single. I know the right one will come but I hate the feeling of being the third wheel. It shows me how lonely I am and that no one cares about me that way.

[xkuraiko]

Lowkey having kind of a mental breakdown because now, after weeks and weeks of quarantine, I’ve run out of stuff to do, shit to watch and shit to read. I mean yeah, I play AC, I read shit, I watch shit, but even I can’t do that for almost 7 weeks straight. In the end of the day there’s nothing new and interesting left to do and I’m stuck in an endless circle of switching through social media and music, and, as much as I love music, 7 weeks of doing not much more but listening to music gets pretty repetitive and boring after a while.

The problem here though is not specifically that there’s nothing left to do, it’s the fact that I can’t distract myself anymore from all the stuff that I’ve got on my mind. Without a distraction there’s nothing but stressing about school and all the assignments that I haven’t done because I couldn’t bring myself to sit down and do shit, nothing beyond the fear of having to go back to school on the 27th for real. What makes it worse is your friends not answering your texts you’ve sent hours ago and now you’re getting anxious for no reason and you know that you’re being unreasonable with the explanations you come up with as to why they’re not responding but you can’t help it because your mind is a messed up place that jumps to conclusion as much as it likes.

And then it gets even more ridiculous and suddenly you’re being sad and anxious about the fact that you, in fact, have no one you can rely on 24/7. Even the friends you tell about your problems (lol that one friend I have) are just friends and you crave something more. You crave physical comfort with a SO which you certainly don’t have and that’s what you’re beating yourself up about. You know it’s stupid but you’re also tired of trying to remind yourself that you can find comfort in your friends even though you know it’s not the same.

The most ridiculous thing that you end up doing though is writing a post on tumblr at 2:30am in english, which is not your native language, about your problems as if anyone would care. With that said, I’m sorry y’all out there, quarantine really brought me down mentally and emotionally. Felt shitty before but I feel even shittier now and sometimes I need to get that stuff off my chest, which is where tumblr gets involved for whatever reason, idk.

Anyway, I hope quarantine has been treating y’all better than it did treat me, but if not, then please, hang in there. I know it’s hard, but these times will pass. I hope and believe that it’ll get better again, for you as well as for me. It may take some time, but we’ll get better again. Nobody of us has to be alone in this. Take me as an example. I write posts in a foreign language on the internet to somehow cope with my problems. Do whatever helps you to cope with yours. You’ve got this. Stay safe you all and take care of yourselves.

[moidse]

Just found out i didnt get into the sundance thing that i stayed up all night writing a script for last week 🙃 i truly feel so defeated right now. Like ahhhhhh, i was nominated to apply for this and STILL got rejected. I dont even apply to anything anymore because I don't have any hope. Nobody likes my shit anymore... it sucks. I dont even like my shit anymore... idk if i ever did i was just in school before and had a lot of positive feedback.

I just feel lost creatively. Like fully. I don't feel confident in my music. I dont feel confident in my writing. I just feel like I can't make anything that good nor do i have the funds to even if i had a good idea.

I just don't want to apply to any of these things anymore because I know they aren't looking for stuff like my work. Idk i just am tired and feel like i didnt take advantage of my first films success because i didnt know how and was still in school. Whatever, it doesnt matter how i could rewrite the past now... i just need to think about the future ... which is also depressing..

Like i cant afford to live on my own out here and i dont feel 100 about our relationship but i cant afford to live on my own so i feel trapped like i gotta still live in the same house which i do not want. I just feel stuck and depressed and i was really hoping i was going to get into this sundance thing and it could lead to more opportunities for me. Idk what to do... i feel like a has been.

In an ideal world, I'd like to live in a different apartment, possibly in LA. I'd like to start producing and making music for fun, making video ideas I have for fun and not stressing about how the world will perceive my art. I want to have a job that isn't super stressful and ideally works with my degree. I need a car.

---- few days later vv

I just want to be financially independent but its so hard because this world sux. I have been feeling like im in this relationship as a means of survival and i hate it!!! This has gone on too far and is just toxic and bad for everyone. I just need to break up with them like fr... and talk out me moving out soon and figure it out. I can't keep this up much longer im TIRED. And i hate how im jusy hurting them more and more like i just need to go and be like yo I'm sorry my feelings have just gone away and i honestly have felt like i cant talk about this because i rely on you so much for housing and transportation and so ive felt stuck.

Its fucked up that im with someone i dont think is hot... but like what do you do if you arent as into your partner... you break up so they can find someone who will be a good partner to them.

[littleshotsofsalvation]

hey <33 how are u!! sorry for just absolutely vanishing for a couple days ive been. so tired. but i have notifs on for u so id see ur blog and go '! friend :)' so thats ur nice fact of the day!! its currently 12:34 in the midnight and im so so tired but ive had SUCH bad insomnia recently lmao rip me!! my manager/friend(frienager?) and i went to the farmers market this morning <3 very nice. bonded over binding fucking up our ribs lol (oh!! update on applying for that position: my friend got shift lead but my other manager is putting me in charge of a bunch of random projects lmao. feels a little like "dont worry we still love you!!" from someone who obviously has a favorite child but !! still excited and happy for my friend for getting the position!! its very funny)

wow thats a big ole. brick o text. sorry fksnfj ive had a weird day and my filters are <3 gone <3 yeehaw

i hope ur days have been going okay recently!! physically im laying in bed but emotionally I'm making cookies for u 💖💗♥️💕💓 whats ur favorite kind of cookie??

-painting anon (also hi my names jupiter u can call me jupe !! ive changed it since the good ole hangouts days lmao and just barely started using it offline >:3)

hi hi welcome back i missed you !! im doing alright, about to get swept up in wedding stuff again . i hope youve been good ^-^ and dw about it just . take care of yourself :) also haha hour in front of me sux 2 suck whfds im really sorry about the insomnia though , if its any consolation i am . in the same boat sleep is an elusive one . the farmers market genuinely sounds so nice i hope you had a good time !!! also congrats to ur friend !! admittedly that doessounds alittle amusing ajfsdjf i dont mind the wall of text at all !! my favourite type of cookies are probably white chocalate chip + macadamia nut (costco packs my beloved) theyre just a very good combo <3 jupiter is a super dope name !!

[fairycosmos]

eheheh not to be a hater but im about to make a mentally ill grieving person feel like a parasite 4 staying at home during a pandemic also lol bc i'm 18 and i'm a much more productive member of society hehhHEHEHEH i don't mean to be a hater tho heheh he. seriously what the fuck is it with people? don't y'all think before sending shit? don't you have Thoughs? i'm sorry chloe. i'm also mentally ill, grieving, and made to feel like a parasite by family and society alike. i get you.

it’s ok they messaged me again basically explaining that they were just genuinely curious and had no ill intentions at all 😅😅 i think because it’s a touchy subject for me i kind of snapped at them a bit and assumed a patronizing tone when there wasn’t one. i don’t think they knew about the details of my situation either. but anyway we sorted it out n i said sorry n it’s all good lol. thank you so much for like defending n understanding me though love aaaa <3 i’m obsessed w the ride or die energy pls marry me rn im not kidding around.....but yeah it just sux to feel like completely worthless. n knowing i’m literally so mentally fucked rn that i wouldn’t even be a contributing active normal person even if there wasn’t a pandemic or even if i tried. and ALSO knowing that translates to laziness in the eyes of other ppl (not what that anon was saying btw which they clarified) but in the eyes of my family and stuff ughhhh. i know i’m such a disappointment to them hfjlsfjdkz i can tell even by how they look at and talk to me. my version of trying isn’t their version of trying but i feel like i’ve been trying so hard for so long in my own head. and it’s tiring.  ANYWAY it’s completely fine, just a miscommunication. even though i’m sorry you relate to me on this i’m glad we r in this together and that someone gets it, it’s so appreciated <3 i hope you’re doing as ok as can be expected and that ur taking it easy on yourself. i’m really sorry for your loss dude. i know it’s the most incomprehensible horrible thing. you’re not a parasite because your existence, just by you experiencing it for what it is, adds to this world rather than takes away from it. even if u cant see that rn. mwah x

[browneyesbloodyknuckles]

How about Yang and her s/o have a movie night? What would they watch? I need more self insert yang stuff tbh xD

First time writing for rwby!! Forgive me if I messed up :3 ~“Hey babe!” Yang said, plopping down on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “ready for movie night!”

“Yeah!” You replied, taking your place next to her. Popcorn spilled out of the bowl as you both moved around, cuddling against each other. Yang joyfully shoved a handful of the stuff in her mouth.

“What’s on?” She asked, through a mouthful of popcorn.

You grabbed the remote, and scrolled through the movie section. “ hmm, there’s some action ones on tonight. Or that new Spruce Willis movie?”

“Nah, I’m in the mood for a feel good movie.”

“Okay, how about a cartoon?”

“Yeah! I love cartoons!” Yang replied joyfully. You switched to the cartoon movies, scrolling through as you both looked at the selection. You neared the end of the list, when yang grabbed your arm. “That one.” She said, pointing at the screen.

“Wreck-it-Russett?” You said, clicking on the name to be greeted by a colorful poster.

“Yeah!” Yang exclaimed, eyes shining. “I’ve seen it before, with ruby. It was awesome!”

“Okay!” You giggled. She was cute when she was excited. You leaned back as the movie began, and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

“Awww, yang, too much caramel dust!” You sputtered, she sugary sweet popcorn flying everywhere.

“Sorry!” She said, laughing. “it just tastes so good!”

~Haha, wreck-it-russett? Get it? Like wreck-it-Ralph? And russet is a colour??? Yeah I know I’m not funny. Anyways, I hope you like it!!

[chelsanitys]

If you listened to the Kaitlyn Weaver's podcast what do you think about her comments about the team event and how it seems she and Andrew believed they were gonna be chosen to do the free dance? Like on a human level I completely understand that they were disappointed not to get to compete in the TE and win a gold medal. But at the same time I'm just over people trying to re-write them as if they were wronged somehow. What was Canada supposed to do? Risk a gold medal to make them happy? Please

you know what, i’m pretty fuckin tired of weapo’s pity party. it has been relentless since 2016 and they claimed they were blindsided by vm announcing their comeback at 4 continents. if *i* heard rumors of them coming back at nationals, there is no way they were in the dark about this

also they need to stop bitching about the team event. like is this the fucking olympics or the podunk county fair where everyone gets a participation prize just for playing? because that’s what the team event gold medal would have been for them, the gold had already been secured before the free dance started - they want a participation medal just for trying their hardest and being so gosh darn determined? sorry that’s not how the olympics work, tough titties. and the most telling part of that podcast was when kaitlyn said ‘maybe it was our mistake’ for believing they’d get to do the team event. skate canada didn’t lead them on, they wanted them on standby as they weighed their strategic options. their exclusion wasn’t malicious, it’s fuckin sport. you have to earn your way onto that team and they didnt

and i continue to not feel bad for them as they make bank from tyct. they are the ONLY skaters there who are not individual world champions, or individual olympic medalists. the only reason they are there is because vm are good ppl who feel guilty their superior talent has overshadowed weapo for the entirety of their careers.

tl;dr sux 2 suck weapo

[n-u-thought-ur-life-suxd]

Hey I'm Christopher. I have no friends and my g/f is the devil. My life suxs and I have no one to vent to so I dicided to try to here. Hope you don't mind. If you do then congrats your a dick just like everyone else. Anyway let's start with today. My parents Father more or less is being a butt. This morning I asked to use his tractor because my home burnt to the ground about 2 months ago and I wanted to clean up my mess. And I lived right across the Rd from him. I could literally throw a rock and hit his house. He said No because supposedly everytime I use it it comes back with a flat tire and off the rim. Ok that is not true. Matter fact 2 days ago he suggested I use the tractor to load this log up that was in my yard onto my truck so I could take it to the saw mill. I mean damn dude I lost a vehicle and my home. I'm homeless now. What of my home has been cleaned up I did manually with a shovel. Would you please just let me use the tractor? I'm sorry someone pissed in your wheaties this morning. But you don't have to be mean to everyone just cause your in a bad mood. Again I'm homeless and don't know what to do but still seem to be happier than you. At the same time the Devil says she is going to go see her daughter in TN. But if I had to guess I'd say she is out slutting around. Let me describe her personality. Everyone thinks she is so sweet, kind, and caring. Really she is the type to be your best friend just so she can get close to your husband or wife. Screw them while smiling in your face like nothing is going on. Then let's say you even had kids. She would not show a bit of remorse for breaking up a family. Even if you caught her and your husband butt naked together she would deny sleeping with him. She would say a swarm of moths came in the bedroom and ate all the cotton out of there clothes and then left. And would argue with you till you was blue in the face she is telling the truth. Oh man my life sucks. Maybe one day it will be better. Anyway thinks for reading if you made it this far. And I wish you happiness and peace for the rest of your days. And don't be like me.

[reignover]

aAAHHHHH I CAN'T BELIVE IT'S VALENTINES DAY ALREADY, LMAO I'M SORRY WE HAVEN'T REALLY BEEN TALKING MUCH (school sux and im binding dramas all weekends lolol) anyways, how was your exams? have ytou taken them yet? ---

it’s okay! school and work kept me busy too. how’s school been for you? i haven’t taken them yet. i’m taking them this weekend. i’m in class right now and i just feel so tired today. the weather today is nasty. it’s suppose to rain and we have a tornado warning too. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!