#the song i resonate to the most

[sleep-nurse]

Is francium ur theme song

YES OF COURSE? HOW COULD YOU TELguttou kaketake chaamo chaamo chaamon bochikuru bochikuru funekoshi ishikari nanban sorya mame tendon akisame zensen namida me kenzen perorikenri kurushibu su tatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata eringi eringi eringi erigi eringin choo oo oo gussa broppai tatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata tatatata ii hihihhihihihihihihhihihihihihhihihihihihihhihihihhihihi dorakue zensen taketaketakettakketakettakketaketakettaketake shiiizumare shiiizumare taketakettakketaketakettakketakettakketakke guttou kaketake chaamo chaamo chaamon bochikuru bochikuru funekoshi ishikari nanban sorya mame tendon akisame zensen namida me kenzen perorikenri kurushibu su tatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata eringi eringi eringi erigi eringin choo oo oo gussa broppai tatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata tatatata ii hihihhihihihihihihhihihihihihhihihihihihihhihihihhihihi dorakue zensen taketaketakettakketakettakketaketakettaketake shiiizumare shiiizumare taketakettakketaketakettakketakettakketakke la la la lala la la la la lala laa laa la lalalala la la la la guttou kaketake chaamo chaamo ch

[bogkeep]

it fascinates me how often a choice of first or - gasp - second person storytelling can create so much derision and discourse. having preferences is fine obviously, and as a writing choice it Does matter, because all writing choices matter. i don't really... notice?? anymore??? or like, i DO notice, but more in a "what information will the narrative give me access to" kind of way.

i know second person especially can be jarring if you're not used to it, because it's "he would not fucking say that" but for yourself. but it's also like... so many song lyrics have "you" and "i" and to me they're just. a story that exists separate from me. (to the degree lyrics exist to me at all as something other than Sounds that are part of a music piece, but that's the audio processing disorder/'did not grow up with english as a first language and never bothered to decode lyrics' of it all speaking)

i suspect a lot of derision towards first person narratives comes from a derision towards the genres in which it is a staple, rather than that it's somehow uniquely bad. there's really not much difference between a first person perspective and limited third person perspective??

[avenin7]

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out

Is it casual now?

It’s hard being casual

when my favorite bra lives in your dresser

And it’s hard being casual

when I’m on the phone talking down your sister

And I try to be the chill guy, that holds his tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill guy

but honestly, I’m not.

knee deep in the passenger seat while you’re eating me out

Is it casual?

[ochrearia]

Right Back to the Same Old Habits

Uhhh I don't know if this is really? Anything? But it's writing so might as well post it. I don't have anything else finished for RGBFverse and I don't know how motivated I will be for anything else so. Food lol. And it's Beefer so. I haven't done anything with him in a good while and he deserves at least a little something

BFs in this one-shot: Beefer (cs!BF, mine), Yourself (YS)

He wasn’t expecting anyone. He’d actually preferred that everyone decided to be smart and not come around because they had so many better things to be doing. If no one was watching like usual then YS would’ve felt less angry about, well, everything. He had so much anger. It was usually just buried under misery and came off as an already extinguished fire. Not today, he supposed. Right back to the same old habits. Because what was he supposed to do now? Congratulations, you’ve successfully convinced everyone that you’re worth a damn and now you can’t even keep that facade up. So what was left, then? Just anger. Always anger.

Boyf had accidentally seen it. Angry, furious just in general that when he was presented with an excuse to let it out he did. He was actually angry about that damn lemon monster thinking it could get away with hurting his little brother. But the anger hadn’t really been proportionate to what had been going on. It had burned so deeply that he’d forgotten his rule entirely and went eldritch. Using his shapeshifting in fury to look so grotesque and terrifying to match how his anger had felt. Showing an ugly side he hadn’t cared if the monster saw or not. But Boyf had also seen, and there was guilt there in his chest for it regardless. Boyf had told him it was fine. Didn’t stop YS from being angry about going against what he’d promised.

So YS wasn’t expecting anyone. He would prefer to be alone when he was so angry. Which was why he was surprised when he wasn’t left alone after all, and by someone he expected the least.

“Come on. You’re moping and I can feel it, I’m surprised no one else is here to try and fix that for you.” Beefer’s head was peeking through the mirror, a sharp edge to his tone that YS picked up on immediately. “You’re angry.”

“My walls are up? I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You shouldn't have been able to notice that.” YS grumbled. “Not your job to show up and fix it. My mind, my problems. You have your shit to deal with. Focus on that.”

“Not your job to show up and fix our shit either.” Beefer countered.

“It actually is, now. Guardian angel. What’s your excuse?”

“Dunno, probably that your walls have literally never worked for me to begin with. Just another illusion isn’t it? A disguise to hide the true intention. The true you. I can tell when things are fake. I thought it was just being able to tell real humans from fake ones. I think it’s actually just being able to tell illusions from reality in general.”

Fuck.

“Not what you wanted to hear was it?” Beefer snipped knowingly. “Makes you more angry doesn’t it? Come on. Let’s go destroy something together. I’m pissed too, there’s a ton of places in my world where we can cause damage and get away with it.”

“Is it your own anger or is it mine, bleeding into your head?” YS asked, tone bitter. “My fault I guess. Of course I’d find the one version of me that is immune to magic used to hide things. Go home man. Go away. Get out of here, god, fucking leave, whatever comfort you could get from your GF or Pico will still be infinitely better than fucking wasting your time here.”

What are you doing? That’s no way to talk to one of your people. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Nah.” Beefer shook his head. “You’re just angry. You don’t mean that really. I’ve felt what you really feel for a while now. I know what you’re doing and I may not be able to pull you out of it, but I’m not gonna let you just. Burn all the way down by yourself. Come on. Let’s go destroy some shit. I have something to show you, I was going to save it for a better time but that’s not important. Up. With me. Now.”

Damn fucking lizard. Always someone fucking showing up and acting like they wanted to help him. Pity at best. Obligation at worst. These days were getting more and more common, almost back to being daily and he knew that was bad but what even was the point anyway? There were enough other selves around now that YS could duck out like he’d wanted to and be forgotten. It would just be so damn easy. Maybe that was what he was angry about. He should’ve been long fucking gone by now.

“Times up, I’m not humoring your stubborn little game. You’re not the only one angry and for the record I would still never do anything to hurt you, but I’m not putting up with this. We’re going before you actually lose grip on your emotional walls and it becomes the problem of everyone instead of just me. That would make you even more angry.”

Beefer’s skills had gotten stronger somewhere along the line since the last time YS saw him. There was a sudden inhuman strength in the Dinaurian’s grip as he pulled the both of them through the mirror. Well, guess that made sense, he wasn’t human anymore anyway. YS swore his arm had changed before it, arm becoming more dinosaur-like. Guess that didn’t matter compared to the sudden blast of heat that he was met with.

“The fuck? Why are you at a literal volcano?” YS didn’t think that would ever be a sentence he said.

“Mt. Lavaflow. This isn’t even the only volcano that I could be at right now.” Beefer shrugged. “Thought you liked warmth? Too hot for you, big guy? I can potentially fix that a little in a moment but, better question, how strong are you really? I have no clue about the nature of supernaturals. Are you physically strong or magically strong?” YS ignored the Dinaurian for a moment, choosing to fully take in his surroundings instead. Certainly was a change compared to the routine of jumping through puddles. They’d crossed here through a large shard of obsidian glass, reflective enough for the magic to decide it would work. They were up high, and the angel could see rivers of lava that pooled in lakes. Nothing seemed like it was cooling down on its own.

Ironic.

“This mountain is self-sustaining. Most of the volcanos here are.” Beefer explained. “Apparently that’s not really a thing for everyone else? I’ve gotten ridiculous reactions every time I tell one of the others that volcanoes in my world just perpetually leak lava. Yeah. You can stop gawking now.”

“I wasn’t.” YS snipped. “Congrats. You’ve got me here. Now what? Great, I can sit and stew in physical fire instead of emotional fire. Actually, now I can do both. This is a great idea.”

“God you’re insufferable when you’re pissed off.” Beefer groaned. “Guess I wouldn’t be any better. I’m you. You didn’t answer my question. Think you’ve got the arm strength to start smashing some rocks? The lava here won’t cool down on its own. But it will cool if an outside force makes it.”

“What, you?” YS asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’m a shapeshifting angel, I have no water related magic. And without my wings I can’t do anything with wind either. So what do you have?”

Beefer gave a mix between a sneer and a grin. Maybe this was a bad idea when both of them were in such foul moods, but, oh well. Already here. Might as well keep digging this hole.

“Like I said. I wanted to show you this at a better time but if we’re going to be angry, you know, maybe there isn’t a better time for it. This is the last thing I’m going to be able to communicate to you so you’re going to have to save your awe-inspired questions for later!”

Before YS could ask what the fuck that possibly meant, Beefer was engulfed by a flash of light. And when it was gone, so was Beefer- well, the Beefer that YS was used to seeing. In his place was now a literal fucking dinosaur. Over twice YS’s height, towering over him with a tooth-filled mouth set in something like a snarling grin. Paper white skin, a giant cyan mane, teeth, claws, everything you’d expect to see of a theropod. Except it was so clearly alien, staring back at him with blood red eyes. Beefer, more dangerous than YS had ever cared to think.

“And for the record I would still never do anything to hurt you.” 

Right. YS could at least recall things said five minutes ago. He could see why Beefer had wanted to save this for a better time, because the concept of an angry dinosaur usually would end in someone getting torn to shreds. Those baby fangs and claws Beefer had in his humanoid form were more of a fucking warning than something to be scared of. His full dinosaur form, on the other hand…

“So, what, you’re going to start smashing rocks and leaving me smaller ones?” YS asked, hands in his pockets. “Look, fine, I can admit that you look cool. Fucking warn a guy about the flashbang effect next time.”

In the back of his head he remembered Beefer wasn’t always able to do this. So at some point along the line of not getting to hang out with each other, he’d learned. And he’d wanted to show the angel that despite everything going on with him, he’d found something to learn and be excited about. If he wasn’t letting his bad emotions get in the way of logic then maybe he’d say something about that like he should.

The Dinaurian grunted at him. Stomped off, looking behind him to make sure YS was following. They walked for a little while, down the side of the mountain to lower ground with a closer pool of lava.

“I don’t see how this is any better.”

The dinosaur glared at him, using his tail to push YS to back up. He did with a raised eyebrow, not seeing how this was going to do anything, but he assumed Beefer knew what he was doing.

Beefer let out a shrill mix between a growl and a hiss, jumping up and slamming the ground right next to the lava pool, causing some of the molten rock to be disturbed upwards. While that was happening, a sudden jet stream of compressed water came blasting out of his mouth, disrupting the lava further and cooling it down. Hot steam billowed into the air as chunks of solidifying rock started falling on the ground within reach, some not making it and falling back into the lava. But the saveable bits were enough.

“So you can… breathe water.” YS relented. “Actually, not really breathing it. You’re a walking pressurized water gun. Has anyone told you that you’re a lot more dangerous than you look in your normal form? Remind me to never make you pissed off at me directly…”

There wasn’t much else to be said. Beefer couldn’t talk in a way YS could understand in this form, so he was talking to a brick wall on a technicality. That was fine, though, both of them weren’t in their right minds at this point. YS had seen before how vicious Beefer could get when butting heads with Boyf in particular. And he knew he wasn’t any better right now. They all had the potential to be rather vicious if given the right circumstances.

Maybe smashing rocks wasn’t such a bad idea right now.

Beefer, of course, was better at it than him. Ancient strength born of a genome mixed with alien and reptile, the idiot was destroying the rocks he’d created like he was slicing through a stick of butter. There were smaller ones that YS could get to crumble in his grip if he tried hard enough. Man, letting his body atrophy for as long as he’d been, it was starting to show now. It wasn’t like he was able to crush rocks as fast as Beefer could before, but if he’d been taking better care of himself then it probably would’ve taken less effort than he needed now.

God, what was he even doing? Right back to the same old habits.

There were bits and shards left all around now. YS wasn’t sure how long they’d stood here just destroying for the sake of it, but time had passed at least. Pieces left thrown about everywhere. It was still boiling hot, but YS didn’t care, and it didn’t look like Beefer cared much either. Nothing but the sounds of lava bubbling around them, and their own heavy breathing.

Beefer eventually laid down. Using his tail to brush away as many shards as he could before curling up, red eyes watching YS carefully. The angel decided to follow his lead, lying down on the ground next to him.

Lying down next to literal pools of lava. What the hell was even going on anymore really?

“...We’re still angry.” Beefer said after a flash of light, and he was back to his humanoid self again. “Brought us here to let off some steam but there’s still so much left of it. We’re still angry.”

“...Yeah.” YS agreed after a moment. “You should be proud of at least trying. I would’ve just left myself to rot.”

“Too bad we almost had it, huh?”

YS frowned. Yeah, okay. He was angry, and in a bad mood, and he didn’t see himself getting out of it all that much anytime soon. But he was still himself. Still a guardian angel and Beefer was still one of his people. He could still see reason if it wasn’t something he had to apply to himself for the moment.

“You figured out how to switch into your battle form.” YS said instead, changing the subject. “You said you wanted to save showing me that for a better time. I’m sorry you couldn’t be as excited about it as you deserved to be. It’s very cool, by the way. Hey. I’m proud of you for figuring it out. Doing something that makes you excited despite your situation. That’s good.”

Beefer shrugged. “Cherry had to teach me. She taught Pico and I at the same time. It wasn’t… good the first time. That whole water gun thing, it’s not just water, it’s scalding water. Definitely would hurt if burns were something Dinaurians couldn’t just walk off immediately I guess. I didn’t want to practice that attack on Cherry because she’s tied to the fire element. Water element attacks hurt more for her.”

I thought Dinaurians were able to walk off attacks like nothing? Or is it different in the heat of battle? YS wondered, chest tightening painfully at the thought of Beefer not being as safe as he claimed to be. Being able to heal off anything was great but that didn’t mean the pain wouldn’t be there. He’d prefer Beefer didn’t get hurt to begin with.

“So Pico, fucking, volunteered instead. He’s tied to the air element. His attacks would hurt me more and my attacks would hurt him less. He wasn’t practicing on me, before you get even more mad. Just me on him, he said, because of the elemental matchups or whatever. It should’ve been fine. But I didn’t know what that attack was going to be like until I did it. Scalding hot water, that would burn anyone. I burned Pico, I think. I hurt him. He can heal it off, who cares, well, I do. I burned him. He was dying of burns caused by a Dinaurian. That’s why he is what he is now. And I fucking did it to him again.” Beefer spat.

Oh. Oh dear. YS grimaced. Yeah, explained like that, holy shit that was terrible. “Hey, you didn’t mean to though. Surely that has to account for something?”

“Jackshit in my opinion.” Beefer growled, folding his arms. “I’m so angry. And I’m even angrier that I had a thought for a second to be mad at him for volunteering in the first place. We keep doing this shit. I guess an outsider would call us even, he hurt me, I repaid it. I didn’t fucking want to.”

YS sighed, turning on his side so he could look at his brother better. “It’s easy to do things that you think are fine and then accidentally end up hurting someone else anyway. At least you feel bad about it. There’s too many people out there that wouldn’t care about that. You’re also lucky that both of you are now things that can heal off horrible wounds like that. It might not get rid of the emotional damage but it’s better than nothing. And you can still make up for it.”

“We still haven't talked yet.” Beefer admitted with a huff. “Could fix it, or try. But we haven’t had time. There’s gotta be people looking for us. Some of them aren’t even being subtle. Reports of unhidden Dinaurians going around asking about us. The human versions of us though. No one knows we’re… different. Cherry has to use the cloaking device almost all the time now. I hate that.”

YS looked at him for a moment. “You’re also angry that you have a place to escape to and they don’t. You have a place that you know you’re safe but they can’t benefit from that. You know that has nothing to do with you, right? Not at all your fault?”

“Still feel responsible for it.” Beefer sighed. “Like how you feel responsible for basically everything. How angry you get when things don’t go perfect right away, every time. Anger over any of us having to feel anything that isn’t a positive emotion. Anger that you can’t always save us from our situations. You can hide that from everyone else but not me. Sometimes knowing that makes it worse. Because why would I ever want you to feel like that?”

“I don’t… think I can really stop feeling like that for things.” YS treaded carefully, “But I know now it’s affecting you. So I can do better at keeping it at a level that isn’t so terrible, I think.”

“I would prefer that you try to learn that you don’t need to think like that at all.” Beefer countered. “But I know you can’t promise that. No one should promise such large change right then and there because old habits are hard to get out of. But you can at least promise to start trying. Because that’s something small you can do and it will be easy to see for me.”

“I…” YS hesitated. “Okay. You promise, then, too. You’ve got a lot of anger as well. You’re putting a lot of blame on yourself for things that were at worst just being careless. You didn’t intend for things to end up this way. You didn’t intend to burn your Pico. You didn’t intend for your friends to fall apart around you. So promise too. That you will try to learn it’s not your fault either.”

Beefer let out an empty laugh. “Yeah, alright man. Sure. We can play this game.”

“...Things probably aren’t going to start getting better today.” YS sighed in response.

“Too bad, we almost had it.” Beefer repeated knowingly.

“We almost had it.” YS agreed. “There’s always tomorrow. And the day after that. Always more time to be able to actually have it. Guess we just have to try to move forward for that, huh?”

The Dinaurian nodded. “Yeah.” He replied quietly.

“Just gotta try to move forward.”

[jackalopedaily]

Jackalope Daily Day 349

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imtalkingtolike4peopleincludingmyself

How would YOU feel if I started posting about my MILGRAM THEORIES on THIS Account?

Should I reserve it for jackalope only content or should share my incredibly vast wisdom??? 🤔🤔

[death-by-mercury]

𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 -  𝙸𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟽 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟼 𝙳𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚅 “𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎”.

[l0uterstella]

AOPPELLA - SPECIAL DIARY ENG TL

HAJIME We both made a wish under the same sky Our future shines brighter than a miracle SUNAO I promise you, you will forever be more special than anyone else

HAJIME You're my so special, your smile so special You're my so special

HAJIME The paths we've taken is nothing more than a precious miracle The melody played as we stride, that's our story SUNAO Always cheering you on, I know you better than anyone else Even if it's a small happiness, I'll gather and cherish them

YUI Even if the rain suddenly hits you, we'll be together, it's okay ASAHARU Things I wanted to tell you but couldn't HAJIME And the regrets I overcame by lying ASAHARU Look, the rainbow's starting to bloom

SUNAO The place the two of us saw on that day in our dream It's always shining bright no matter what When we met, it was fate transcending the inevitable

HAJIME We both made a wish under the same sky Our future shines brighter than a miracle I promise you, you will forever be more special than anyone else

ALL You're my so special, your smile so special You're my so special

YUI I'll help you get up over and over again, I know you better than anyone else ASAHARU I'll tell you right now, this is what makes you wonderful

YUI When the long, dark night comes upon you, we'll stay together, it's okay SUNAO Things we want to forget yet remember HAJIME A heart hidden by strength Let's aim for that rainbow again and again

HAJIME Someday, that place we saw that day in our dreams shine a light on us The beating of my heart that resounds in my chest screaming out "it's fate" ASAHARU We both laugh under the same sky Because this moment is eternal I promise you, you will forever be more special than anyone else

SUNAO This encounter was not a coincidence, it's a precious one HAJIME No matter what comes your way, I'll be by your side

YUI The place the two of us saw on that day in our dream It's always shining bright no matter what ASAHARU When we met, it was fate transcending the inevitable HAJIME We both made a wish under the same sky Our future shines brighter than a miracle I promise you, you will forever be more special than anyone else

I pledge to you forever, our story

ALL You're my so special, your smile so special You're my so special

[notquiteaghost]

all well & good to tell people not to pathologise themselves on social media but hey can we stop and think for a moment why so many people are needlessly pathologising healthy actions? why it might be comforting to be told yes, there IS something wrong with you? why so many people are going through their lives convinced they're broken?

it's the capitalism, to be clear. it's a lot of other things too but capitalism wants you to think you Have Problems because then it can sell you a solution. happy people do not want for things! happy people are bad consumers! it is not actually helpful to scold people for believing an explanation for their real problem. whole other can of worms to unpack the pathologisation of neurodivergence & who it's actually hurting to conceptualise yourself thru the framework of neurodivergence & self-diagnosis is not a problem misinformation and avoiding accountability are the problems & someone saying "no but im allowed to do this shitty thing cuz i'm adhd" wld only be using a different excuse cuz again the problem isn't They're Wrong About ADHD the problem is it is so much easier to make excuses than to improve yourself

but mostly: you are not going to help anyone by dismissing their feelings of isolation / incompleteness / brokenness. other people are already actively exploiting those feelings. something IS wrong! it's the way we've structured our society!

[dingopaws]

"I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting-

For you."

[harrisonsbabygirl]

Look im gonna make my top 100 Beatles songs for you guys but it’s gonna take me a while to decide the ranking.

[bluesidedown]

So any of y'all got love song recommendations? Because ok I uh. I need to start taking my emotions actually seriously and hilariously my chosen method for practicing that is to listen to love songs and allow myself to actually feel things and relate instead of being like. Hmm that's a lil dramatic sweetie. And my difficulty is that all of the very few love songs I actually like and listen to are of the 'been married for 20 years' variety and not the 'falling in love rn' variety.

[bmpmp3]

and you will listen to this song about foot pain using teto

[potholefullofsoup]

the amazing devil was right. maybe if i’m good he’ll come back (he’s not coming back) (he’s never coming back) (you had everything you wanted and you ruined it because that’s the only thing you know how to do) (you get mean when you’re nervous like a bad dog) (why the fuck would he come back?)

(you did so much. you tried so hard to be good but it wasn’t enough. it has never been enough. it will never be enough. you will never be enough) (you were doing better too. you’ve been clean for so long and you were trying to get off the weed to an extent or at least use it as less of a crutch)

(but what the fuck else are you going to do now? your house is large and empty and you cannot be alone with this when you can barely handle it with your partner next to you) (what happens when they leave for work? what happens when they leave forever? who are you without the people you love? are you anyone?) (maybe when everyone finally leaves and you stand alone bleeding in front of the mirror you’ll finally see what’s underneath it all: nothing and no one) (maybe you’re as empty as your shitty apartment feels without three people in it)

(feels like a fire in your skull and your throat and your heart. feels like your body is a building set ablaze with the doors chained shut. you cannot ever escape yourself, no matter how hard you try. never forget that fact.) (the angriest dog in the world cannot move or eat or sleep as they approach the state of rigor mortis.) (feels like the wallpaper inside my heart is slowly slowly peeling off) (if i’m good will you come back?)

[itspileofgoodthings]

I cannot tell you how much more I trust messiness/whininess/a certain plaintiveness of tone or expression even to the point of immaturity in response to things than I do perfectly polished or pat expressions of acceptance.

[orcboxer]

what kind of music do you enjoy 👁️

I love music with a generous helping of delicious synths. Not just any synth tho, it's gotta sound like either a vibrant color delicately harvested from the aether, or some kind of fucked up industrial machine, no in between. Lots of good examples from Owl City; autism be damned that man knows how to work a synthesizer.

I also really enjoy particularly atmospheric movie or video game soundtracks. Good example would be the ones made by The Album Leaf, which, again is a man who knows his synths.

Others would be Baths (gay indie artist whose strangeness captivates me), a handful of Kaleo songs (incredible voice on that man), anything sung by Bear Rinehart (incredible voice on that man), and for some reason I'm also always down to listen to a Bastille song. I think it's his tendency to throw complex harmonies into his vocals, I'm a sucker for that.