#this is so unchill

[raddestrose]

VIVINOSSSSSS

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT

I just woke up, its too early for this

[stopthatfool]

Consistently shocked by the idea that people think Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is chill and laid back. He’s actually shockingly unchill. He is the opposite of chill. He did not inherent any of his parents chillness. He’s a loser who’s too invested in everything.

Like ya hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and I cut off my remaining family, surrogate father, and support system for 15 years cuz he pulled my naval academy papers because he didn’t want me to die like my biological father and because my mother wanted me to be free of the navy’s confinements and to exist outside of a system that physically uses me for their own power and political gains— gains I will never experience and feel for myself. A system that sees me as no more than a number, a soldier, something easily replaceable, as a body to be sacrificed in a war that i did not start nor will i finish.

“Bradley's chill.” No he’s not. He’s a beast. He’s a 30 something year old man whose entire purpose revolves around holding a grudge and proving his surrogate father wrong. This beast who literally said this to his surrogate father— "No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn when you burn in." Beastly. Ghastly thing to say. 15 years and he still hates the guy who's been there for him since day one. He’s a guy who refuses to even begin to understand where Mav was coming from or to even think of what his mother wanted. He’s evil. And I love him.

Hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and when someone brings up a well known, easily accessible fact that my father and surrogate father used to fly together I will try to cause physical harm against them and my friends will have to physically hold me back. I’m Bradley Bradshaw and I was willing to put my entire career on the line (the one in which I put my family aside for) so I can attack and beat this guy up.

I love his big ol’ Bambi eyes… he’s evil and fucked up and he’s not chill. Yes he wears jorts and tropical shirts, but that just means he’s gay and a fucking liar. Just cuz he looks like some surfer dude does not mean that he’s actually laid back like one. He’s lying to himself— trying to convince himself he is something that he is not and never will be. He is unchill. He’s lame. He has undiagnosed anxiety and it physically expresses itself through anger and loserly-ness. He cares so much to the point of self sabotage. He will always be unchill, no matter how much he tries to change that fact.

Y’all ever want to cradle a grown man in your arms? (graphic design is my passion)

[anticidic]

I saw a really outrageous spin on coffeeshop au that was basically a barista working at a coffeeshop getting targeted by an assassin and now I'm like??? THINKING. Barista!Dazai getting targeted by assassin!Chuuya, but 1. it's way too busy in the coffee shop for Chuuya to carry out the hit without at least several people seeing him, and 2. Dazai is so painfully unaware that when Chuuya walks up to the counter, he just takes Chuuya's order like normal ��

Chuuya, grumbling about the fact that he gets paid by the body and not by the hour, begrudgingly gets an americano because he's a human espresso and needs to choke down something bitter until his moment arrives. He's got a white-knuckled grip on his mug while he glares daggers at the customers that won't stop coming in and keeps side-eyeing poor Dazai who's up to his elbows in milk and espresso.

(the moment never comes, Chuuya spends hours there playing on his phone trying to blend in like all the college students and workers that are there chilling doing work)

But also, why does Dazai work such long hours and work so hard, Chuuya has other things he needs to do!!

[goatsandgangsters]

one of my favorite things about My Beloved Man Jack Alston

is that he's always like I Don't Care, I'm Not Involved, You Can't Even Imagine How Indifferent I Am, Leave Me Alone, I Don't Want To Be Here

but then the second you get him caring about someone even a little, he has absolutely ZERO CHILL about it

man's out here insisting he's a loner and acting all put upon about anyone intruding on his quiet solitude™, but all somebody has to do is snark at him once and he starts vibrating with the Need to Take Care of Them

[finalgirlgretchen]

he slouches. he plays video games. he likes x-men. he's jewish. he gets relentlessly bullied. he's had exactly one friend for 12 years straight. he walks around with a humiliation sheet so he can tally up all the times he embarrasses himself throughout the day. he's a theatre kid. he wears a blue cardigan. he wants to be absolutely anyone but himself. his mom left and his dad practically did too. he went through electroshock therapy for a month straight. he's a romantic. he starts every day by watching porn. he wants to belong more than he's ever wanted anything. he's got a red backpack. he stammers. he's suicidal. he is highly susceptible to peer pressure. he fidgets. he was sexually assaulted. he's tall. he called his best friend a loser. he considers himself a geek (not a nerd). he picked out a girl's t-shirt in the store. his best friend is his favorite person in the world. he is terrified of being called gay. he's bad at math. he has acne. he is full of shame. eminem may or may not have died because of him it's dubious. his name is JEREMY. god. and that's just for starters

[excalisi]

isagi, off-field: hi! my name is isagi youichi, and i'm going to be the greatest striker in the world. it's a pleasure to meet you!

isagi, on-field: You are all but side characters in my story. I will devour your playstyle and make it my own to evolve to the next level, and there will be nothing you can do to halt my acceleration to the top. If you try, you will most assuredly make a fool of yourself. You are all clowns—nay, an entire circus. I will laugh above your downed bodies and climb over mountains made of your corpses to take my rightful place at the apex of the world.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

vent

did not expect kissing and realizing i’m lowkey dating a guy to send me down an existential spiral of reminding me that i have only one life to live and then i am going to die without living any other different lives

[froody]

if hating the French was an olympic sport I’d win gold atp

[samarecharm]

Splatoon is crazy because the 3rd game revealed that the reason the people of this series's world are so chill and loving is because humanity's souls were inherently chill and loving

But the entirety of the series was spend learning about humanity's lasting impact with the actions they took out of fear (i.e. the creation of Tartar, the wars, the destruction of alterna, Grizz, etc) and how they all haunt the squid society

The squids thought humans were dumb, and maybe they were for not listening to their own souls and being chill and loving.

Splatoon is about tremendous loss and abundant love. Its about listening to your heart and deviating from the norm. Its about the incredible strength of the heart and soul. Its about the unparalleled power of community and its ability to save people from the deepest pits of their own despair. Its about humankinds desperation to live and be free at any cost, even death…But most of all…it is about Squids and Kids that go Booyah…

[pearl-kite]

I have to get four gotdam fillings done tomorrow after work, and as proud as I am that I'm generally very chill with the dentist despite what could be considered childhood trauma, I am desperately not looking forward to it :C

[transingthebourgeoisie]

Man I love having the Instability Disorder that makes me Irrational and Unreasonable at completely random times and also fucks my memory. what do you mean I said something completely dickish and utterly unreasonable 2 months ago I don't remember that at all [scrolls back 2 months]

Sarah Tinfect Transingthebourgeoisie: "[dickish and unreasonable nonsense]"

shit fuck what I'm so sorry I can't imagine why I said that or what I could have possibly been thinking and in fact do not at all remember saying it. yeah I was actually operating under the complete opposite, manifestly reasonable assumption this whole time sorry. okay okay fair just give me the gas lamp already I get it I know what it looks like

[m00ngbin]

WHAT

[hypercaffeinatedquery]

[strmsrcr]

why are roleplayers so weird, i tell someone that their concept isnt hitting my muse anymore and they send me death threats LMAO

[yutadori]

why do electrolyte drinks taste like absolute ass when theyre not cold 😵‍💫

[landwriter]

Hi! Hi Death of Translation has me just kinda still and continuously thinking about it in the background of my brain while going about my day basically since I read it. I love it so much. I have a two part question for you:

a) Would you be alright with fanbindings of this work? I would love to be able to hug it to my chest physically while crying about it.

b) (potentially related to a above) If yes, do you have any further thoughts on the details of what Hob's journal looks like besides what's written in the story?

Anyway yeah, going back now to being SOOO normal about the thoughts on idiolect and identity and Hob experiencing so much time relative to other people that he relates to estrangement through it the way other people relate to estrangement through space except that there's only one direction of travel in time. And also just generally my feelings about the concept of being ALL of yourself when we are always presenting and performing aspects of ourselves, and the way language seeps into everything from how we distinguish colors to how we understand relationships.

Yeah I lied I am not normal about it imma go read it again. Anyway. Hope you are having a fantastic day!

a) So here's my blanket stance on fanbindings of my fics:

As the incredible @violetequus8 and @chubsonthemoon can probably both attest I'm afraid to say I am extremely not normal about having my words made into physical books. As long as you're alright with my slathering enthusiasm and potential loving photoshoots and essays about your creative choices, fanbindings are 'alright'. In the same way that, like, receiving a love letter, a basket of fresh citrus, warm soup, and a kiss on the forehead is 'alright'.

b) [heavy breathing] I mean just a few

I am once again so stoked to have inflicted some things I'm also very not normal about onto others <3 Language and the self! Language and knowing the world! Language and home! Forgetting as mercy! Forgetting as annihilation! The distorting touch of memory! The necessity of trying to remember anyway! Loving living so much that the crushing force of it creates this tiny seed of agony for everything left behind! Being seen by others in whole! Beholding yourself! Being HELD!

I'm definitely having a more fantastic day after this lovely ask, so thank you <3