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Ive never really understood the idea that a persons identity is innate and needs to be found. I suppose to some extent our identities are sculpted from birth and life but searching for the 'true' you sounds... impractical? at the very least. Why would you only look for yourself when you can create yourself?
#i dunno man just the way some people act towards themselves confuses me#and its not like im not against looking inwards. i just dont get why would youd keep searching for something instead of just making it#and even more baffling are the people who limit themselves from being what they want because it doesnt fit what theyve found looking inwards#this is vaguely about therianthropy and the expectation that you must associate with a type further than just saying 'this is me'...#..if you cant tell i dont fuck with that#sorry ramble over now#fern barks
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"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."
"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."
#for context uhmm how do i explain this#so around a few weeks after Jd arrives Bruce is like “Hey... where are the others?”#and Jd is like “ooooh 🤪🤪 he doesnt know...”#Since at this time JD believes that the entire tribe is dead. including his brothers and grandma#so Jd has to take Bruce to the now abandoned troll tree and give him the bad news#Bruce doesnt believe it at first. even if the tree is abandoned they cant be dead? right?? they cant be#so he rushes over to their grandma's pod. thinking that theyre just in hiding and waiting for them to return#and all Bruce is able to find in the empty pod is Branch's old stuffed toy Croco#which solidifies to Bruce that everyone is dead. their friends their family. everyone#Bruce is obviously devastated by the news. he doesnt show it a lot but he doesnt take it too well#he ends up bringing Croco with him back to Vacay Island and patches Croco up#since Croco is a bit worn out due to being left in the pod for years#and since then Bruce always keeps Croco hidden in his hair. both as a memoir of his baby brother#and also a reminder of how he failed as an older brother... ouch#ofc the others arent dead. its just that now both Jd AND Bruce believe that the rest of the trolls are dead#also King Trollex is there bc i wanted to put him there. I like Trollex :]#a knee ways more bb au art i promise the next bb au art will be lighthearted#tho now im gonna work on the next violet gijinka batch bc ive been starving my friendlocke audience for too long#sorry friendlocke fans ill feed u next dw#cherris canvas#trolls#trolls band together#trolls john dory#john dory trolls#trolls bruce#bruce trolls#king trollex#beach bros au#sorry for rambling in the tags i hope u dont mind ahaha
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I find it extremely funny that Craig and Octavio are running a booth together at Grand Fest. Like you KNOW Octavio was probably like "Look your granddaughters and my grandchildren former soldiers are all here to have a good time. So truce." And then they get to old man gossiping and then maybe some reminiscing about before the war and their past friendship and words left unsaid and and and
#rev's ramblings#Can you tell I went insane when I saw they two of them sitting together at the Splatband booth#I had a old man yaoi overload sorry bout that guys#But fr I don’t know what to call it but it’s kinda nice that after over 100 years the two of them can just chill together again#Though that's got me thinking on what new enemies we'll get in the next game#Cause after this I don't think they can justify using the Octarians anymore after showing they aren't really a threat like they were#But that's for later right now we got Splatoon Pride to go to right now#splatoon 3#splatoon#grand fest splatoon#grand festival#cuttletavio#you already know
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I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry
#ramblings of a lunatic#dc comics#Jason Todd#batfamily#it's just a fun quirk! it's a fun lil detail and I simply cannot slight ppl for enjoying and incorporating it into works#like obviously jason isn't the only one. I'm a big believer in the batfam having over lapping interests they refuse to bond over#i know dick canonically used the robin hood stories (which are pretty flowery in their language far as i can tell) as inspo for Robin#and i know babs was a librarian and even tho her area of nerddom is characterized as more computery she probably knows quite a lot-#-about literature as well#duke is a hobbyist writer i believe? i saw a fan mention that- which if so is great and I hope he's also a nerd#(i mean he is canonically. i remember him being a puzzle nerd in his introduction. but i mean specifically a lit nerd)#damian called Shakespeare boring but also took acting classes so i think he's more of a theatre kid.#Tim's a dropout and i don't think he's ever shown distinct interest in english lit and i can't remember for Steph?#I'm ngl my brain hyperfocused on musician Steph i forget some of her other interests I'm sorry (minus softball and gymnastics!)#and then Cass had her whole (non linear but it's whatevs) arc about literacy and learning to read#went from struggling to read in batgirl 00 to memorizing Shakespeare in 'tec and is now an avid read in batgirls!#she's shown reading edgar allen poe but we don't know if it's his short stories or his poems#point to all of the above being: i know Jason's not the only lit nerd in the batfam#but also i do need him to be writing poetry in his spare time and reading and reviewing it#jason at the next dead robins society meeting: evening folks today I'll be assigning all of us poems based on laika the space dog#damian and steph who have been kidnapped and brought to jasons warehouse to hangout: LET US GO BITCH#speaking of^ random poem i think jason would like: space dog by alan shapiro#wake up one morning in an unfamiliar more mature body with a profound sense of abandonment. the last four lines. mmm tasty
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i've never really made a comic before, well, i have, but nothing i had intention to show anyone else
#silverware's art#undertale yellow#uty clover#tumblr better not make this look like a fucking jpeg#the only reason i'm actually posting this is because i really like the backgrounds#ignore the wobbly ass lines. i don't like actually lining things so i just did it like that on the same layer as the sketch#fun fact about this! i did each panels comoring on one layer#background and everything!!#i like the last 2 rows the best. they just look neat to me (though. it is my art so that's kinda to be expected)#the pacing is probably terrible. but eh. it's fine. not gonna NOT post the thing i spent multiple hours on over 2 days#anyways. ignore my rambling in the tags. it's just something i do now. sorry i guess#(not really. it is my post so. y'know. i can do this)#plus! you clicked “show more” so you signed up for a lot of tags
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i keep trying to think of funny/poetic ways to talk about all the things i'm feeling right now but i honestly can't so. i'm really sad about what happened with my partner. i know he was an inconsiderate prick about it and that i didn't do anything wrong and i couldn't have prevented it but i'm just really fucking sad.
#ramble#i think knowing that he was awful and that it wasn't my fault should make all the sad go away actually#i'm in such a weird fragile state right now that last night i looked at my flip flops that are still covered in mud#and i just started crying bc last weekend he carried me over the mud so they wouldn't get ruined. KNOWING he was going to do this to me#sorry i try really hard not to overshare but i don't want to keep bothering anyone in my actual life about this and idk what to do#when it happened it didn't hurt this badly and i just assumed i would be fine#idk i think it's just sunk in how much of my future i don't have anymore and that's like#a bit scary#because i was Just calming down and thinking maybe i would be ok in the long term and now it's all gone#i'm in that weird place between desperately wanting him back and plotting where to bury the body parts#i'm also mad bc i wish he'd left me before the festival. there were SO many gorgeous metalhead trans girls that i could've kissed
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it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent
#xmen#xmen comic#krakoa#cherik#snap chats#until the divorce of course but until then its actually so funny#how you really couldnt go a page or two without one or the other and the other one was close behind#ice climber ass duo over here. the delightful children from down the lane kind of proximity what the fuck was their PROBLEM#i feel like if one of them was teleported the other would just materialize right next to them thats how close they were#fuuuck what was the issue where sabretooth and co are in like. Brain Prison or something#and victor imagines charles but everyones like 'wait its weird if its just him where's magneto'#ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY and i NEED to know what issue that was .... to add it to my collection ....#also killed me how in immoral x-men issue 1 charles was yappin bout erik bein gone#and- God Bless Who i forget i think it was hope- was just 'can you please shut up about your dead boyfriend im begging you'#moira stronger than me if i had to deal with thing 1 and thing 2 on a daily basis i woulda snapped sooner frankly#ig when you live ten times through The Most Bullshit ever youre numb to most things but still. my god theyre so obnoxious#sorry im cackling at the bit in HoX where charles is about to announce krakoa to the world and erik's putting his hand on his shoulder#and you justs see moira in the back like dawgggg right in front of her .... can you two get a room#GENUINELY no im GENUINELY surprised they dont share a bedroom#im not even talking sharing a bed im taking my shipper goggles off im actually baffled they dont sleep in the same building#obvi id be lyin if i said i didnt love it tho To Be Real .. genuinely love seein them work together as a team .. until they werent </3#in every timeline they WILL divorce each other that's just the rule. actual canon event it cannot be changed or stopped its integral#ok ramble over. but not really not in spirit cause ill never be over this ill die before i am#im gonna go eat now i think i think thats something i As A Human has to do at least once a day
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Okay ACTUAL post about Ghost being obsessed with Soap
Ghost was already apprehensive about showing his face to Los vaqueros and the rest of the 141.
But Price was going on and on about “team trust” and “all in the same boat” or whatever bullshit he was spouting, so he just decided to get it over and done with. It’s not like anyone would take a picture and go “oh my god, see how ugly he actually is?”
So he does it. He takes off the mask in front of everyone for a couple seconds, just as much as the burning of his skin allows him to. The whole time, he was staring at Soap. Soap, who scared him shitless all alone with shadows sporting a fucking GSW and still joking. Soap, who’s explosive and loud and happy. Soap, whose face is just blank when Ghost takes off his mask.
what the fuck?
Not to toot his own horn, but he was kinda expecting a reaction here. He knows his worth, he knows his reputation, how much his head would cost bleeding out in a sack. Sue him if he was expecting more of a reaction. His Glasgow smile isn’t anything to smile over, and he isn’t exactly considered handsome either, by any standards. He’s sweaty, the black face paint no doubt smudged now, his crooked nose broken one too many times, hairline wildly disrupted by the scar running into the crown of his skull. He’s a whole fuckin mess, if Gaz’s reaction is anything to mull over. The hot glare of the white lightbulb is pressing into his skin, and the crawling feeling like a thousand ants all move under his skin, into his eye sockets and it’s all wrong. It’s all not right, and he needs to get away immediately.
“Welcome back, Simon.”
Jesus, he wants to die. The worst part about all this is that Soap still isn’t making a face. Ghost can read him like a book and this is the time that he can’t decipher a single emotion from that face? Sweat runs down his neck and is extremely aware of the rest of the people in the room with him at that moment. He decides it’s enough and with a glance at Price, he pulls the skull back over his face. He needs to get away. Right now. His face feels way too hot, too uncomfortable and awkward and suddenly he’s 15 years old again, limbs too lanky and a height that he’s not accustomed to. He can feel the teenage insecurity bubble beneath the surface, angry and hurt.
Ghost pretty much blanks out after the meeting, slipping out and away from everyone else. His boots thump against the ground, and he can’t tell if it’s too loud or all in his head. He’s overstimulated, he can tell. He just needs to stay away, be alone, breathe. Compartmentalise it and deal with the rest later. Right now, he just needs to calm down.
Why didn’t he react? Why didn’t he react? Why didn’t he react? Do I not mean as much to him as he does to me?
He’s losing it. This is so irritatingly immature, and stupid, and dumb. It’s completely fine that Soap didn’t react. It’s fine. Ghost slips into a random room, which just so happens to be a pretty cozy broom closet and rests his head against one of the shelves. The disinfectant smell is overpowering and honestly making his head swim but being in here is better than out here. He feels like his limbs are locked up, eyes locked up in one spot but his brain isn’t seeing anything. He needs to keep it together. His fingers scratch under the rim of the mask where it hugs his skin tight, too tight. The gloves make it even harder to scratch, fuck. He can’t spare any time for a dumb anxiety attack over revealing his face in front of 30 strangers. If he can’t predict Soap’s reaction, does he even know him at all? Fuck-
The door clicks open slowly. Ghost swerves his head to snap at the poor soldier about to have the fright of their life. Instead, he sees pale blue eyes filled with mirth and worry and all the fight leaves him.
“Help me out?” Johnny’s stupid little smile makes Ghost want to throw himself against the wall. he’s holding a small tin with eye grease inside, the smooth untouched surface evident of how much soap uses it.
Help me.
“Yeah, of course.”
Soap steps into the already small space and closes the door behind him with an audible click. Ghost can’t tell if the air really is that awkward or it’s all in his head, if Soap’s casual smile is anything to follow up upon. Soap holds up the tin as Ghost tugs his gloves off, shoving them inside his pants and grimacing slightly as the gloves feel like his pants are bulging, pressing against his skin.
Ghost doesn’t say anything as he places the tin on a nearby shelf and grips Soap’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. He dips two fingers into the tin, facing back towards him as he concentrates. His fingers are buzzing with the promise of contact, head fussing and screaming with the affection and sensation of the oily paste on his bare fingers, no doubt getting under his nails.
His hearts beats in tandem with the low panic and anxiety through his veins, threatening lowly to not mess this up. His finger shakes as he makes the first swipe right below Soap’s eye, half lidded and fixed onto Ghost. He wanted to cry all of a sudden- because why would Soap come to Ghost with this? Why would he be the first one he thought of; the first one to trust enough to bare his face, close his eyes and with blind faith let him touch his skin? He blinks, and blinks again, nose feeling funny. Why would Soap trust him?
Ghost’s finger traces across the bridge of his nose, over his eyelids where he can feel his pupils move. Over his warm skin with the bumps and ridges, over the temples and cheekbones. His heart aches with confusion. Why, why, why? How was he even given the privilege to do this? To touch something as precious as Johnny? He doesnt understand. He might never understand. He might not ever get over this.
Over the other temple, again smoothening on the slope of his nose bridge, over the eyes. His palms are sweaty. Ghost wipes the residue of the paste on his pants, hands coming up to cup Soap’s cheeks to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. (There was no way he could’ve, it’s a relatively simple process.) Squishing his cheeks softly, Johnny opens his eyes. His eyelashes are clumped together by the paint, lips smushed slightly as his eyes turn a bit hazy before focusing on Ghost again. His eyes are even bluer in contrast to the black surrounding his eyes. Softness and patience, heartache and love.
Ghost sucks in a long breath and exhales through his nose. It’s funny, his heart is still beating so fast, but his breathing is calm and collected. Johnny’s pupils flicker and widen for a second, then all of a sudden his hand is now under his eyes, wiping away a stray tear. Ghost flinches back, surprised. His elbow hits the shelf and he hisses, all the progress gone in a second.
“Hey- hey.”
He can’t look.
“Ghost.”
He doesn’t want to.
A shift, and then it’s safe again. It smells like sweat, face paint and pinewood. A hand on the back of his neck, guided to the crook of a neck. It isn’t comfortable at all, bulky gear in the way, Ghost’s arms folded in front of him, his shoulders tense and his mask no doubt digging into Soap’s shoulder. But it- it’s perfect. It’s warm, and every possible part of his body screams that he belongs there. So Ghost unfurls his arms, hangs them limply by his side and steps closer. Johnny’s arms wrap around his neck, trapping him in a sort of awkward, one-sided hug that’s definitely going to make Ghost’s neck have a crick in it. But it’s perfect. It’s safe. He’s safe.
Ghost closes his eyes and lets instinct take over him, hands coming up to grab onto the back of Johnny’s tac vest; the closest he’ll ever get to a hug. Johnny’s warm, the pressure on his eyes comforting and the skin on skin contact full-on relieving. He’s warm, warm, warm. And Ghost is cold. He’s always been cold. Safe. He’s safe.
Johnny’s head shifts, and Ghost’s hands grasp tighter onto his vest like a lifeline. Don’t go. His mind cries. Don’t leave me alone.
“It’s okay.” Johnny coos softly. Ghost can feel his lips on the side of his temple.
“It’s just you and me, yeah?” He murmurs, and the words feel like they’re vibrating, echoing through the side of his head, engraving it into his skull. It’s just you and me.
All of a sudden Ghost really curses the fuckin’ sack he wears that’s preventing from his skin being in touch with Johnny’s.
Ghost hums, turning his head so that the skull mask isn’t digging into Johnny’s shoulder anymore. The polyester where it covers his lips is touching the side of his neck and he can feel it when Johnny’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
It’s a real shame he can’t see Johnny’s expression as he whispers against his neck, “Just you and me.” Although, he can feel the skin beneath his lips heat up rapidly.
Johnny swallows. “Mhm.”
They stay like that for a few moments, Ghost preening from the intimacy of the moment, and Johnny just holding him close. After Ghost deems it to be enough, he clears his throat and stands up tall again, at the same time swiping the ghost team mask stuffed into Soap’s pocket. He pulls it over his head, not before taking a peek to see the blush that had completely taken over Johnny’s face. (He’s selfish in ways like that.) Ghost adjusts the mask to fit snugly over his face, big blue eyes staring right back at him. Ghost’s heartbeat quickens.
“All good, Sargent.” Ghost isn’t completely sure if he’s referring to himself or the other, seeing as if either one of them might be having a heart attack right now, Johnny hasn’t blinked in quite a while. He lifts soap’s chin one last time (selfish, what’d he tell you), and places and well-loved peck right in between his eyes.
“Lookin’ good, Soap.”
Ghost lets the door click behind him, too much of a coward to see Johnny’s reaction to that. He isn’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but if a rumour spread that the Lieutenant of the 141 walked out of that storage room with a skip in his step, he’d tell everyone that they’re dumbasses for believing in that. He’d be guilty, of course, but no one else has to know that. It’ll just be for Ghost and Johnny to know. Love does funny things to us, after all.
#nothing like a dose of physical contact and intimacy to get over your panic attack amirite folks#this one is so sappy romantic im sorry i watched deadpool and wolverine today and fell in love w Hugh Jackman#so that’s probably why.. its so…#im clearing out my drafts so this was also half made like 2 months ago and im just finishing it now#lols#robs ramblings#call of duty#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#ghoap
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Pick Danny up and twirl him around like the pretty princess he is 🩷
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Danny: Baby it's cute, it really is but... you can't keep the bow on
S/O: Whyg not :((
Danny: People are supposed to think there's one of us. They won't think there's one of us, if one of us has a cute little accesory on
S/O: We'll murder 'em
Danny: ...
Danny: Yeah I can't really argue with that
Danny didn't know why he decided to add a partner, maybe because he was bored, but he finally found someone who matched his freak and his appreciation for the design. you looked so cute your face all scrunched up as you poured over your newest victim's routine. Someone simple, a superintendent for the local school district.
Danny had insisted that he was too big of a target and mundane enough, but somehow with those puppy dog eyes and whining. (not to mention providing evidence that the people were mostly neutral about him, and pointing out that even those in power need to be reminded they're not safe from Ghostface.) you got him to cave. pretty basic routine honestly, but that just makes it all the easier. 3 kills, move on, two were already taken care of, and it was time for the grand final.
Danny came up from behind resting his chin on your head when his eyes fell upon your mask. decorated with a pink bow. It was adorable honestly. He reached out grabbed the mask and flipped it around to study it. "Baby, I know you might think that's cute, but we're selling a story here. We're supposed to be scary and a bow doesn't fit that design." You lean back in your chair a smirk on your face as you fold your arms.
"And what's more terrifying to a fragile man than to be murdered by someone in a pretty bow. getting all covered in his blood" You chuckled loudly. Danny set the mask down softly turning to face you slowly. "It doesn't follow the design." his eyes narrow the closer he gets. crowding into your space. "The design is whatever we want sweetie." you stand up grin still plastered on your face as you feel his posture faltering as he leans into the desk pinned between your arms. leaning in close you whisper into his ear, "Think about it, you think the killer is some strong powerful muscular man, that's how he overpowers everyone, but then just for you he shows up at your house giggling, laughing, skipping practically with a pretty pink bow hot glued to his mask as guts you like a fish on camera."
Danny swallows thickly nodding his head, "Yeah," his throat dry as all he can think about is how incredibly hot you are right now and how he just wants to feel you on top of him, he nods, "The bow can stay." you grab his face forcing him to look you in the eye, "good boy." you growl lowly eyes half-lidded.
#dead by daylight#dbd x reader#dbd killer x reader#dbdkillerxreader#dead by daylight fanfic#gn!reader#dbd#scream#scream x reader#ghostface x reader#danny johnson x reader#dany johnson x reader#danny johnson#reader likes cute things#older ask#DbD!au#I'm sorry anon I couldn't think of anything until now#what I find funny is how in the scream movie there is always two but in video game cross overs he's a solo killer#honestly I think Legion is closer to movie scream then the ghostface killer#I think this is technically an AU#fishy is rambling#dom!reader
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So basically ATLA brain rot has hit me like a truck
#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#toph beifong#what happened was I was forced to watch the live action#which is actually pretty good if you get past the first few episodes#and if you don’t have someone in your ear telling you it’s awful the whole time#first episode is definitely the weakest and that’s 50% gran gran’s fault#aang and katara are also pretty flat but whatever#sokka’s good and zuko’s fantastic actually#they did goof on a few things but overall I think it’s a fun time#just don’t expect it to be as good as the cartoon and you’ll be okay#ANYWAY it got me missing toph#so i rewatched the blind bandit episode#and then wound up watching the entirety of books 2 & 3 in a few days#and now I’m brain rotted#which is especially weird considering when I first watched it I was like#yeah that was good! and then never thought about it again#i dunno what changed but i need help it’s taking over my life#wanted to draw Sokka too but he looks hard to draw#and i had enough trouble with these two#maybe someday#sorry for rambling in the tags goodbye
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trying to be more accepting of the likelihood I am autistic, I feel ive been having this constant back and forth conversation with myself for the past 2 years about it. "you can go to school, be a therapist for people, run errands, win awards, and somehow fit 2 jobs into all of that" and I use that as proof that I am NOT autistic...however, realizing i lose an entire weekend for a trip? distress. fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night and leaves me trembling, crying, and forced to recover? oh boy i wonder why that happened. feeling confused and like i'm constantly missing something when people express themselves in class or in the workplace? hm, it's almost as if I struggle to not take their language literally.
i don't think i've ever been allowed to be "disabled" by whatever neurodivergency and its symptomology, like, ever. god speed any other neurodivergent children of immigrants, but i don't feel allowed to let any cluster of disturbances or schedule changes or social conundrums disable me. I mean, they can affect me privately, where I am forced to stim and cry and process all on my own. But unfortunately i cannot look like the misshapen freak I feel I am, or well, as least not appear so in a socially unacceptable way.
it's funny i carry so much shame. i am unmasking in ways i never thought i could. i am allowing myself to take things literally with people, and I am allowing myself to ask more questions. "what did you mean by that?" "why did you use that word to describe that?" "can you rephrase that?" it's funnier that I am at such a queer and neurodiverse internship; nearly all of the other clinical staff have some sort of diagnosis (usually adhd/ocd/with flavors of trauma), and we all serve a population of the queerest and most neurodiverse students. i feel SO happy when I see a student and they refuse to make eye contact with me, because I take it as an invitation to NOT look them in the eye too! i tell students during our sessions feel free to stim, here's a weighted plushie you can hold, sit where you like, would you like to pace, should I dim the lights? it is even funnier that i am a neurodivergent clinician working with neurodivergent people, and half the time I dont even follow the same advice I give my clients!
i worry about what my life will look like when i've graduated. my master's will say, "hey, this guy is a clinical social worker and is now ready to be your therapist! or caseworker! whatever they have you people do nowadays!" and I don't think i feel ready to enter any workforce. how on earth will i manage my life and wellbeing doing this 40 hours a week? like wtf? ugh.
i dunno. these r just rambles and perhaps im just seeking some sort of comfort from other autistic people, especially because it feels like i have very few autistic people in my life. i know a lot of the validation i seek will be "resolved" if i seek out an official diagnosis, but I don't have time or $ for that. nor do I think I want one for a number of reasons. I should just continue working on my own self-esteem when it comes to most likely being autistic.
oh well
#muerto talks#sorry for long ramble#been having lots of autistic thoughts#been making less eye contct stimming more in class#showing up in what feels comfortable to me#ive also been frustrated becaus realizations r slowly processing and i feel really fucking silly and dumb rn#because im only just now putting up hints together#whatever i think its dumb to make the autistic guy have to pick up all these social cues and hints even tho people wont just say something#but yeah either way im actually feeling really good at my internship#i think my neurotype gives me an advantage in a lot of ways#do i get triggered still like yeah#but it wont him me until well after a session is over#but whatecer#would love to hear from other autistic people who work or go to school n stuff like that
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So like………………. what was the point of Round 6?? 🤨
#this is an honest question btw#because at this point i really don’t fucking know#if ivan sacrificed himself for till and that’s supposed to be till’s driving force for r7 but then it ends up being a detriment instead#and mizi is what ends up motivating him then pray tell what was point of the sacrifice??#they’re literally proving ivan right and i’m not a fan of that#we’ve been calling him an unreliable narrator for a while and while i still think that’s true to some extent#ivan may have a more of a point than we thought he did#but whatever#i don’t know#it feels empty? to me??#not sure how else to say it#sorry if this is all over the place#im rambling#also sorry if i sound like a hater (i’m not i promise)#idk yall i just really don’t know what ivan’s purpose was plot wise right now#might delete later#*deep sigh*#alien stage#alnst#alien stage ivan#alnst ivan#alien stage round 7#alnst round 7#alien stage spoilers#alnst spoilers#ivanttakethis shut up about ivan challenge: impossible#ivanttakethis talks too much
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First of all, Asmo with love handles sounds adorable. I want him to keep them.
Second of all, what do you think Barbatos considers to be “too much of a couch potato?”
I think it’d go like this:
Barbatos is sitting on a sofa with perfect posture, hands folded in his lap, thinking about tea. He’s been there for five minutes.
He sighs. “I fear I have become too much of a couch potato.”
Meanwhile, MC is having visions of him slouched on a couch while watching TV and wearing sweatpants. He sneezes delicately before getting up to clean something.
#sorry I keep posting chat snippets but I just can’t get over these concepts#first angels fighting now Barb as a couch potato?#barbatos my true love#late night nonsense posting#again#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me barbatos#obey me asmodeus#misc rambles
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Okay so people always talk about how Husk must be strong or Angel is really light (even Vaggie lifts him over her head) but also Angel is incredibly strong because he can fire six guns without the recoil affecting him. Angel can also hold an Entire Charlie in the air (Vaggie is also able to carry an Entire Charlie... and Sir Pentious)
Muscle is pretty dense and we know Angel would need to be pretty muscular to pole dance
I would like to posit Angel isn't very light, rather Husk and Vaggie are just Terrifyingly Strong.
#hazbin hotel#angel dust#husk#vaggie#Sorry I'm having a lot of thoughts lately so deepest apologies to everyone who is sick of my rambling#okay another thought. Does Angel work out??? if he doesn't would he become Unstoppable if he did?????#I read too much fanfiction and now I'm going into analysis mode#I should watch the show again#for the 500th time#edit to add AS A SHORT PERSON I CAN TELL YOU LIFTING EVEN SLIGHTLY THINGS OVER YOUR HEAD IS HARD.#Half the time I struggle to get chest height! And Vaggie does that EFFORTLESSLY? Powerful
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SHUT UPPPPPP HIS GROOVY IS SO ADORABLE OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE THIS????? IM GOING INSANE???? EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS PERFECT IM CRYING WHATTTTT
I LOVE HIS POSE??? LIKE I LOVE HOW HE'S JUST MAKING A "SHOW POSE" OR WHATEVER IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN UT BUT U SEE IT RIGHT??? I ALSO LOVE HOW HE'S DROWNED IN LIGHTING AND HE HAS A HUGE CUTE SMILE😭😭😭😭 IT'S GIVING PRINCE ALI VIBES!!!!!!!
IT'S NOT ALWAYS WE SEE HIM WITHOUT HIS LITTLE HEAD PIECE AND IT ALWAYS MAKES ME INSANE TO SEE HOW INCREDIBLY FLUFFY HIS HAIS IS???? I JUST WANT TO RUFFLE HIS HAIR AND KISS HIS LITTLE CHEEKS LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!11111111111 ALSO HEY THE SNAKE EARRINGS!!! I FINALLY NOTICED THEY'RE SNAKES!!!! ALSO ALSO ALSO I LOVE HOW SPARKLY AND BIG HIS EYES ARE
IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR WELL DRAWN HANDS IM GOING ABSOLUTELY CRAZY OVER THESE THEY LOOK SO GOOD????? IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT WHOEVER DREW THEM DREW THEM SO WELL!!!
Also uhm☝🏻🤓 Kalim and Jeanne kinda have matching poses☝🏻🤓 so technically☝🏻🤓 it means they're canon☝🏻🤓
#💙! mah rambles#sorry y'all im going insane over this#this groovy is probably my favorite until now#Ruggie is also super good ih my goodness i went insane#tbh i love this series
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watched search for spock. cried my eyes out at the end to the point where i have a headache. 9/10 they didn't give me mccoy's jacket
#spock said 'jim' and it was over for me sorry#not equipped for rambling#star trek tos#ily uhura. soo much#ALSO I GOTTA SHOUT OUT THE OUTFITS#MCCOYS JACKET RIGHT NOW#SULU???/ SERVEEDDDD#star trek#tos kirk#tos spock#captain kirk#spirk#search for spock#spock#jim kirk#s'chn t'gai spock#kirk
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