#these cheez-its are not bad yall

[poorschilpad]

whenever i have some stale crackers or moldy bread or yoghurt and i’m wondering if it’s worth consuming, i simply ask myself WWTCOASTIROOPD? (that stands “for what would the cook of a ship that is running out of provisions do?”) and the answer is always that they’d use it. they’d give it to the crew. so i eat my stale crackers and offer them to my family only my family is not in the mindset of starving sailors so they pooh-pooh it. but i still eat them. i would survive at sea.

[cheebuss]

What's your favorite Soulsborne game? Is it Bloodborne?

In order it goes

Bloodborne >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dark Souls 3 > Dark Souls > Sekiro > Dark Souls 2

I don’t know enough about Demon Souls to place it but i have a feeling I'll really like it!

[moonlit-imagines]

I Like Me Better

Peter Parker x reader

warnings: drinkin that funny juice

a/n: peter is a college student and yall are besties

prompt: @juuldaddy69: ““i like me better” by Lauv/////Spider-man”

You and Peter had gone out for drinks following a celebration of passing a class at NYU. You deserved it, seriously. After too many shots and some pretty bad dancing, you guys decided to call it a night. Your dorm was much closer than his, so you told him to stay the night at your place. The two of you stumbled around the lit-up city in a fit of giggles for twenty minutes before reaching your home, sweet home.

Peter has his own drawer at your place, considering how much he has to stay over. You’ve had a handful of “celebratory” nights. Celebrating crossing the street, celebrating punching that guy in the face, celebrating spring break, all wondrous occasions.

“Shower, Peter. I’m not letting your disgusting self crawl into my bed.” Peter snorted at your demands and stripped down in front of you. “Wonderful, have fun washing your filthy body.” Peter grabbed a towel from a drawer and walked to the bathroom. You settled down in front of your little laptop and put Netflix on, grabbing a bottle of Jack from the nightstand. You took a couple long swigs out of the bottle, making sure to throw a few cheez-its in the mix, as not to drink on an empty stomach.

Peter emerged from the shower to find you curled up with your half-drank bottle in hand.

“Are you serious?” He had one hand on his towel and the other motioning towards you.

“What, you want some?” You asked with a lovely little smiled on your face.

“Yeah.” Peter reached for the bottle and you extended your arm to give it to him. You burst into a fit of laughter and laid flat on your mattress.

“O-kay, it’s my turn for the shower.” You took off all your clothing, but your underwear. Peter admired the view while he sipped from the bottle. “Let’s hope I don’t pass out in there, riiight?”

—————

Peter dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, and you put on shorts and a tank top. You only had the one bed, so you had to share. Peter laid next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Is the ceiling spinning?” He asked.

“You’re not gonna puke on me, are you? I knew you were a lightweight.” You giggled.

“Am not! Just making sure you were okay.” Peter sat up and stared at the white wall of your room for a solid forty-five seconds. “I have a confession.” He blurted.

“Keep it down, I’ve got neighbors.” You turned on your side to face him. “What’s your confession?”

“Nevermind.” Peter laid back down and closed his eyes.

“Hey, no secrets. Confess your sins.” You joked.

“I...” Peter started, “don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“We’re twenty-two, Pete. Not eight.” You placed a hand in his warm bicep. “Spill.” Peter took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you. Okay, goodnight.” Peter turned over and faked snoring sounds.

“You’re drunk.” You reasoned.

“And in love.”

—————

Next morning, you and Peter had killer hangovers. Only cure? Coffee. You took a quick walk to the coffee shop down the street and grabbed breakfast while you were at it.

“About last night...” Peter mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it, you were just drunk.” You defended him.

“Y/N, I might’ve been drunk, but I need you to understand that I was serious. I like me better when I’m with you.”

[lightattheendofthetunnel2]

Important!!!!!

Hello everyone. My name is Robert. And I have been depressed for 4 years now. Recently my mother Hope. Died on June 15. My mother was my hero. She was battling cancer, dealing with my shit, and teaching 2 honors classes and 2 AP classes. She showed me that anyone can be strong. My mother was the strongest woman I've ever known in my life. One week before she died, she had a stroke, and when my dad told me I knew that something bad was gonna happen. She was okay at first. She came home and we started moving into our old routine. My routine was wake up, get food, say hi to mom, go upstairs for the day, come down for dinner, and go upstairs again. I barely came out of my room. And I regret that. My mother had another stroke 3 days before she died. I kept telling myself, everything is alright, she will get through this. The before she died we went to see her and Unfortunately, she had a hemorrhagic stroke and a pulmonary embolism. Basically she had a brain bleed and a lung clot. When the doctor told us. I immediately Knew that she wasn't coming back. So I spent 4 hours with her trying not to cry. And they said that the bleed progressed so far that she couldn't open her eyes or speak. She could only make these weird moans everyone she was in pain and it broke my heart to see her like this. The strong woman I knew, reduced to painful moans. The last words I told her were "goodbye mommy, I love you" and I had brought my first stuffed animal that we got. Yellow bear. She died the next day. On June 15, my whole world shattered. My mother, gone. I was no longer going to taste her food, to hear her laugh, to hug her, and I hit rock bottom right there. Couple of days later, the funeral started, dad expected a few people to show up. Almost 300 people showed up to pay their respects. Including my best friends. Seeing so many people at that funeral showed me how much my mother had ment to us. She was a sweet mother that just got unlucky. I think to myself. Runs in the family. Though I'm adopted. But the worst part was that her last words to me were. "I'm okay" 2 hours later the stroke hit. And ever since then I've only cried twice.and this voice in my head keeps saying that I didn't do enough. If I had done this or that I could've changed something. I keep telling myself that nothing would've changed but the voice keeps screaming 2 words over and over again "WHAT IF!" and I keep beating myself up over it. Everytime I go out to hang with friends, I shove on my mask and go out. But I feel broken and empty. Like I'd watch a video on YouTube and be like "Oh mom will totally like this" then reality sets in and the voice screams all over again. I just started my job. Yeah dad keeps saying that mom would be proud and again cue voice screams. I just want something good to happen in my life for once. So fat for the past 4 years it's been nothing but 4 failed relationships and suicidal thought that I've overcome. But I'm scared that they're gonna come back and haunt me. And this time. I'm scared that nobody will stop me. My sister can't even look at me, my dad keeps bringing up mom which brings up the voices. I. Just want ONE good thing. ONE DAMN GOOD thing to happen. I've suffered enough. Everyone tells me God has a plan for me.

.....

Yeah. A plan to make me suffer. I prayed to him that I just want one good thing to happen ONE thing. And I've done that for 4 years. First it was cancer then 4 failed relationships that all ended with me giving in too much of my heart. When someone brings up god I keep thinking. God or someone up there seriously hates my ass. Sigh. I just want one day where all is calm and I can focus on the good things

If you have stayed and read this whole thing. Thank you. And I just wanted to let yall know my state of mind right now. It's not very good but I'm trying to manage it. So bear with me for my post on Kaine might be delayed or it'll come out tomorrow. Idk depends on how I'm feeling.

Thank you for reading. You all are very nice and talk to me ANYTIME you feel any suicidal thoughts or if you're going through something similar. Or u just want to talk. I'm right here. And one last thing. I never told my mother this and I think she knew or had a sense of it. But.

Sigh.

Here goes.

I'm gay. Yep I like men.

So that's the end of this novel I've published so I'm gonna go devour some family sized cheeze its