#this was supposed to be posted this morning btw

[hannahssimblr]

Astrid, 

Hope you got my postcard from Phuket, and that the Bangkok one shows up, eventually. Maybe it is actually lost, like maybe I’m doing something wrong at the post office. It’s fine if they all go into the abyss. I am writing just to write, because it feels romantic or whatever. You probably hate the idea of this. I could just text you. I texted you forty-five minutes ago. Still miss you. 

We’re in Phi Phi now. Islands, very beautiful. I bet you already know about them, but I’d never heard about this place before I came here. The landscape is kind of mental, like giants made it. Weird to look at. We went out on a little boat yesterday to see the sights. Jonas jumped off and swam, and I did not. My tattoo is still healing. Stupid fucking thing. I waved over a boat of girls and told them Jonas was saying he fancied them, and then he got annoyed with me, because he wasn’t saying that, and he was embarrassed. I think he should learn to talk to women without wanting to die, and he says I think about women too much, that I’m too invested and I should think about something else. History, philosophy, whatever. Why would I when there are women like you on the earth?

At night, instead of going out and drinking, we go to bed early, in our bunks, him on the top, me below like always, and he tells me all this shit about the Suez canal, or what the Falklands war was all about, since I was stupid enough to ask a follow up question once. Then I fall asleep to escape the boredom. We get up at six and do activities, then. Lots of walking. My body hurts. 

Jonas finally tried those scorpions he was banging on about, and now he’s sick, btw. Food poisoning. I don’t really know how to take care of him, except coming back to the hostel every few hours, making sure he has water. Until he’s better, I guess I’m just wandering around on my own. Luckily, it’s nice to look at. Maybe today I’ll swim with my arm out of the water. Running out of space. Love and miss you can't wait to see you.

xxx Jude. 

I snap open the lid of a bottle of water and carry it into the hostel room. It smells bad there, but I’ve stopped saying it, because it makes Jonas look like he’s about to cry. He’s curled up on his bunk, a complexion like curdled yoghurt, as a chink of morning light spills through the blinds and over his shivering body. Mostly naked. Too hot, then too cold, then sipping water, then throwing it up. I hover in the doorway. 

“I’ve water,” I say, and he just stares. Resigned, half-dead, maybe. “Should you go to hospital or something, do you think?”

“No, I feel slightly better.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want the water, or?”

“Yes. Bring it to me.”

I approach him like a leper, not sure why, as I’m fully aware he’s not contagious, but it’s been ten days since I’ve thrown up, and I’d like to maintain my healthy aura. He regards me with bleary eyes as I back away. “It is good you are an artist and not a nurse.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’m not so good with illness.”

“Even though you are always ill.” A tentative sip from the bottle. “You went out this morning?”

“To the post office.”

“Another postcard to Astrid.”

“Yes.”

I can tell he wants to laugh but lacks strength, managing only a feeble wheeze. “Is she missing you as much as you are missing her?”

“No, I don’t think so. She’s much better at distance.”

“She’s an independent person.”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me what she is doing today.”

“It’s Wednesday, so probably going to reformer pilates. Then she’s supposed to meet a friend from university for lunch. After that, I don’t know. Something spontaneous and thrilling, probably.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

He manages a watery smile. “You’ll be doing nothing again today? Missing her?”

“I was thinking I might wade into the sea, actually. Keep walking out until I disappear, wailing after Astrid like the pathetic little freak I am.”

“It’s Wednesday?”

“Yes, Wednesday.”

“I signed up for something today.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll be going, by the cut of you.”

“No,” giving up on the water for now, he rolls onto his back, watching insects congregate around the plastic light fixture. “You could go in my place. It’s a… meditation thing.”

I pull a face. “Meditation? That thing where you sit cross-legged and go like ‘om’?” I demonstrate, but feel bad for making him laugh. Apparently a bit painful for him. 

“Yes,” he says. “Kind of. You might find value in it.”

“Is that the kind of guy you think I am? With like, dirty feet and harem pants?”

“Since I am the one who signed up, is it the kind of person you think I am?”

“Not far off.”

“Well, meditation has many benefits. It’s not just for the dirty-feet-squad. It’s good for people who suffer with various mental health concerns, and people who have racing thoughts they cannot stop and such things. Maybe it will inspire you to stop thinking about women’s breasts.”

I scoff. “Why would I do a thing like that?”

“So you can think of more productive things that will inform you, and grow your mind rather than rotting it away.”

“Like the Falklands war, for instance.”

“Yes, like the Falklands war,” he says, suddenly animated. “Thank you for saying that. Or the targeting of Libyan migrant workers on suspicion of being mercenaries by—”

I take a brisk and decisive step out of the room. “Well! Glad you’re feeling better, Jonas. See you later. Keep drinking that water, et cetera.” I swing the door shut and amble away, down the hostel hallway and back to the beach, rearing for another day of nothing, bored senseless by the edge of a lonely ocean.

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[khaopybara]

it's the way khaotung immediately perks up when first brings up his beloved, now second favorite, p'yok.

[beatcroc]

what kind of frivolity would you engage in, mecha?

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[ghosthoodie]

hello cici ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

[glitchven]

Alt versions under cut

One without the magazine edit and one with some extra stuff

[decaptainated]

What if eggman still used the term "mobian" to refer to sonic and friends and they have to stop him mid-sentence like "WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE THAT'S A SLUR YOU CAN'T SAY THAT ANYMORE" and the rest of the plot is about eggman getting canceled on twitter dot com and it's NOT for his leaked nudes this time.

[sonknuxadow]

mannn when is the episode coming out dont these things usually drop in the morning

[trashhole]

Extremely loserific (un)single DILK in your area!!!!

The tactical wagon has a force field and automated defense system perfect for invasions on your broken space frat bus. It even comes with rocket boosters for speedy escapes and joy rides that will make your little fleshling puke all over the enemies (and fulcrum).

This monstrosity of a piece was created because of @bunnihops influence no I did not think of this by myself 🤗

Fulcrum just like me fr, get that thing away 💀💀💀

[rui-drawsbox]

excitedly waiting for ur reaction to the new aranee scout

>wakes up at 7am

>see this

>search the jp enstars twtt account

>(becomes blind bc it's on white mode)

>see this

>heart squeezes

>cry

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i should stop starting video games so late at night bc now i dont want to sleep <3

[alex-vents-or-something]

anyways. how we doing gang < talking to no one

[same-pic-of-juno-everyday]

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[tkbrokkoli]

i think a thing im v passionate abt is music. or rather, listening to music. i listen to it when i work, when i drive, when i clean, when i walk. i spend several hours every day listening to music. once during a trip i didn't have the time to listen to music for several days and when i finally turned on some music it felt like the world was suddenly filled w more color and life. i once was so overwhelmed w awe and beauty listening to a song for the first time that it caused me to have a panic attack. in, like, a good way, like, wow, look at that song, it touched me so deeply that i lost control of my body for a moment. i sometimes get teary eyes or goosebumps when listening to music. i listen to the same song for hours on repeat. i don't know anything abt making music btw. i took guitar lessons for some time but im not talented or good at it and it took too much effort to continue. i love the sounds a guitar makes though. i also don't remember any music theory. i have a friend who's naturally talented at playing the guitar but they didn't enjoy it but even after years of not having picked up a guitar they can still play songs at birthday parties. i think it's funny that they are naturally good at it but they hate doing it and i love it but im not good at it at all.

[iolitemoth]

Meet Solam! She’s a quantum physics major who joins Wild Ventures after her classmate Gab (Gabbro) talks her into it. She’s excited and ready for adventure!

Some Facts:

Solam uses a text-to-speech device as well as sign language; I’m not sure if she’s mute or has trouble speaking or something else, but she gets by well enough.

She plays piano! She brought a keyboard from home and set it up in her dorm room as soon as she could.

Her favourite animals are goats :) Some of her other favourite things are science, mysteries, and learning.

Solam is fairly tall and has a habit of walking on her toes.

[eosofspades]

i know i literally just made that post but MAN the mental illness has got me tonight

[smolcrow465]

ok something I guess i should tackle first with summer dreams is the Big Issue with data reincarnation. it'll make other things easier later ig

so this is basically my explanation as to why a digimon like wizardmon (dies in the 01 myotismon arc) couldn't reincarnate, while a digimon like whamon (dies AFTER during the 01 dark masters arc) was able to reincarnate in time for 02

the short answer is that the digimon who died in the real world got trapped as force data ghosts due to an imbalance in the worlds, while all other deaths only had to wait for the re-balancing of primary village

the longer answer is that the real & digital worlds were unbalanced from the beginning. we know this lmao. defeating myotismon in 01 Did Not Fix That. the worlds were still unbalanced. Therefore, for the next 4 years, data ghosts of myotismon's forces would appear all over Odaiba, growing powerful every anniversary.

The 2 worlds are put into balance at the end of 02 when they stop the dark ocean from enroaching on their turf & calm the occurrences of digimon getting isekai'd & wreaking havoc on christmas. with the defeat of malomyotismon, this would finally allow all the trapped data to return to the digital world & turn into digitama

though they'll probably still have to take another year or so bc I like making them wait <3 (also bc I'd like to explore the existence of these ghosts while the humans are aware of digimon)