#though i might have already lost it

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[latalpavolante]

Hey guys this is very much not Sims related but does anybody happen to be into late 19th early 20th century German décadence poetry and can help me find a certain poem because I'm about to lose my mind 🙃

[sideblogdotjpeg]

i have the power to make any song about podcast character

[genekies]

tag vent

[ruelpsen]

the urge to post about the character currently giving me brainrot (canonically fat, hot, bi-coded) vs. the fear of recognition (they are niche enough that people in separate circles would recognize me here if I talk too openly about said character since there are few quite as obsessed about them as I am)

[sumeragi-hokuto]

Set 4 of chapter 3, volume 4 of the Tokyo Babylon manga. 9th chapter overall.

Cleaning/typesetting done by me, official Dark Horse translation used.

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[caterpillarinacave]

So you choose not to step through the door, after all why mess with nonsense when you're already in nonsense? You check the items in your pockets, your phone you shut off to conserve power, the dog tag, key and top clink together but offer no help, and when you fiddle with the walkie-talkie you manage to get it to turn on, excitedly you call out to the void but only static responds, which is disappointing but predictable, so you put the items away and hunker down for the night, looking at the sky you can see that the stars seem strange, though you're no expert, and the moon seems to have a second smaller moon near it which looks pretty cool but is a stark reminder of how not on your own world your predicament has landed you.

In the morning you begin looking through the nearby bushes and plant life taking note of anything strange, you notice the berries you had been picking before you stepped through the door are also growing around here, they look and taste the same, and some other plants seem pretty similar to the forest from before as well, although the further away from the door you go the more unfamiliar plants you come across (of course that may just be your lack of familiarity with plants) and the few animals you have noticed are bizarre in a way that you can't explain, like the people from town, they seem almost perfectly familiar, just a little off and the noises they make have you thinking they wouldn't be able to communicate with their counterparts either, brushing aside another branch you come across a strange funnel made of metal which you pocket and what looks to be a regular whistle, you wipe it down and blow but hear nothing aside from the air going through, you consider it is either broken or maybe a dog whistle, as you go to put it away you hear something big running in your direction, before you can decide how to react a large creature storms out of the bushes and stops in the clearing before you, it's huge as a horse with paws and sharp teeth it licks as it looks around and spots you, it shakes its head again reminding you of a horse, then steps closer before turning and staring expectantly, you get the feeling it's waiting on you, impatiently, and you realize it seems to expect you to get on its back. Do you get on?

Yes.

[mxwhore]

patron saint of being hot

and a lot of skill and really interesting anecdotes about your life and having professors that give me second hand anxiety bc they seem kinda awful and mean. But mainly just being hot

ty! admittedly my professors are not that bad, ive only had one bad professor that was more incompetent that awful. if you want another anecdote, ill tell you about the only teacher i truly despise to this day (on the tags, cuz its a very dark story)

ask gamerino

[hexgirlsgroupie]

feeling so stuck and lost rn :/

[plexippusangel]

I either need to accept that I am just a way stronger person than this friend and can handle way more while still being able to engage with the world as a person, or recognize excuses as excuses, accept that I am not valued and be done or. Maybe both. Idk. It might be somewhere between the two. I am just sick of regular life stuff rendering him unable to spend any time with me, and of him being unable to bear any of the details of my life, when I would move mountains to rekindle our friendship. Though I'm starting to wonder if I still would.

[digirainebow]

will you make a "You reposted in the wrong timeline" video for Lost Signals

i cannot believe i had not even considered this. but i am considering it very much now

[running-in-the-dark]

hm. am I downloading Night Court right now? possibly.

[solradguy]

I dont get how people switch fandoms n stuff so so fast- I haven't left the creepypasta or like- fnaf fandoms since like 2015-2016- and I doubt I'll be leaving this one either- how do people not latch onto things 2 the point it consumes apart of them n fundamentally changes them as a person 2 some degree 😔😔 ~pumpkin anon

Yeah it's always interesting to me too when people are in like a different fandom every other month, idk how they do it haha For me, when I get bored of a series it's usually because I ran out of new stuff to go over. Like I was REALLY into Berserk for a while but then I caught up on the manga (around the infamous boat arc......), then the 2016 anime came out and it sucked and I just got bored and moved on... It didn't have much of a creative community (outside of Japan) either so there weren't fan works to tide me over between official updates, unlike with GG.

Maybe some people go through that cycle really fast?

[anthro-cat]

what will i do once my cat dies?

[erstwhilesparrow]

The beds are no loss anyway. There’s no hiding the nightmares from each other.

There was no avoiding it after the first time. Cleo woke wild and hungry and, yes, frightened, once. In that state, they had gone to Scott. There was, and is, no one else who would rip the heart right out of their chest for Cleo. No. There was, and is, no one else Cleo would ask for such a thing.

Less than a minute, the two of them were able to bear it. Scott wrapped his arms around Cleo, pulled them close and squeezed on the sweeter side of too much. Cleo held him in return, the two of them slumped together like paper dolls.

Then Scott twitched and said shakily, “I’m sorry—” and Cleo winced away and said at the same time, “I can’t—” and when they pulled apart their separate griefs sat between them like freshly tilled soil.

These days, they sit back to back to avoid confusion, and as Scott picks through their scrolls again, that’s how Cleo gets to sleep.

[canis-dies]

... having a great time.