#very normal and sane thoughts

[ghcstcd]

I'm so normal about Swiss being pushed around by pretty, little ghouls.

[fraternum-momentum]

llllll,,,,,,,,lllllllll,,,,lllaios,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[emjayimpulses]

i love him a totally normal amount guys

[kindahoping4forever]

Nostalgia For A Time That Never Existed in Milan - 6 May 2024

[iamthecomet]

Comet I'm having a bass Dew moment, here

His eyes in the last one augh

AASKDJHFASFKA. GODDDDD. MIASMA ARE YOU TRYING TO MURDER ME? There is just something about bass Dew that is just so HHHNNNGGGGG. ANd his fucking EYES? ARE YOU SHITTING ME DUDE? I really just need him to [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

[bl-inkstone]

ok i'm supposed to be writing an essay but all i can think about right now is yan!childe as your childhood best friend that you, somehow, stayed with all the way to the present. he's not violent nor does he restrict you or anything — he's actually pretty tame for the most part. the yandere part is just him being overtly clingy and obsessive, and maybe a little (a lot) possessive over his title as "your best friend". you could read this to be romantic or platonic but either way, he'd love you til celestia permanently tears your bond apart, which is never if he has anything to say about it. just thinking about childe clinging to his childhood friend and constantly bringing up all the dumb promises they made back then to a) tease them as friends do and b) ensure that they'll never leave

[ascendingtostardust]

Clearing my camera roll 9/?

[ratofthewoods]

Grotesque is such a pretty word,, & so nice to say,,, good mouth feel. Grotesque is probably one of my favorite words right besides vivisection, even though the way they feel in my mouth is different. A beautiful word.

[funkylilomen]

help i'm being mentally ill again

[sophieswundergarten]

Mental Literature

Reynie had always had a habit of "writing things down" in his mind, he found it helped him remember important details and organize his thoughts. Certain words he liked, or ideas that came to him when he didn't have pen and paper handy. Often, these little notes become lists, or, less often, letters. After all, he had no one to write to at the orphanage.

The lists he used most commonly were the ones that contained new words he'd learned. When he came across one he didn't understand, he'd go get a dictionary from the reading room (One of the few books actually available at the orphanage, and one that had sat through many years of dusty disuse until Reynie had come along), looking it up and tracing the letters with his finger until he had fully absorbed the meaning.

One day, when he was sitting outside enjoying the pleasant weather while the other children ran around on the grass and played various games amongst themselves, he found himself cataloging their names. There was Susan Pennyworth, and Thomas Deerhart, and Jane Poll, and several others that moved about, swiftly engaging in a game of tag. A boy a few years older than Reynie himself walked up to where he was sitting under the ash tree. Vic Morgeroff, Reynie noted.

"What're you doing, Muldoon?" Vic asked in a bored way. Reynie wondered for a moment why he was asking, if he seemed so disinterested.

Quickly, he went through his list of new words, excited to try one out.

"I'm just enjoying the breeze under this large, deciduous ash tree, Vic. How are you doing today?"

Reynie hoped Vic would ask him what the word "deciduous" meant, as he himself had just learned earlier that day. Maybe he would even already know what it meant, since he was older than Reynie, and they could talk about it.

Vic's eyes sharpened as he listened to Reynie's response. "What did you just say, Muldoon? If that was a swear, I'm telling the director. Don't think just 'cause you're quiet and always hiding in one of your books you won't get in trouble."

"No, no," Reynie immediately jumped to correct him, "It's not a swear word, I promise. It's a word I learned this morning, it describes the tree, since it loses its leaves in the winter, as compared to an evergreen, which doesn't."

Somehow, this didn't seem to calm Vic.

"Oh? And what makes you think you can use that word, eh? Is it 'cause you're reading all the time? Think you'll impress someone? Knowing big words doesn't make you special, Muldoon. It- It just makes you a freak, who knows too much."

Apparently satisfied, Vic stalked off, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "Little weirdo, thinks he's better than everyone else."

Reynie watched him go, slightly stunned that his word had evoked such a violent outburst. After a few moments, he sighed, shoulders sagging as he shifted to lean against the tree trunk, closing his eyes. He started a new list. "Unpopular Words".

Months passed, and Reynie was summoned to the director's office.

Mr. Rutger was sitting behind his desk, tapping a pen on it when Reynie entered.

"Come in, come in." Mr. Rutger gestured with his free hand to the chair sitting across from him. Reynie sat down obediently, wondering what this was about. He hadn't caused any trouble lately, although his "Unpopular Words" list was beginning to get long enough that he'd had to start reciting it to himself in the mornings, so as to not forget any. He'd avoided Vic and his friends as much as he could, and continued to do well in all of his classes at the orphanage academy.

"Now, Reynard," Mr. Rutger set his pen down and steepled his hands together just below his face. "Do you know why I asked you to come have this little chat with me?"

Reynie shook his head. What strange thing adults do, he considered, to summon a child purposefully without telling them what is going on and then ask them what they think about it. How is the child supposed to respond?

Mr. Rutger frowned at him, as if that was the wrong answer.

"Well, Reynard, your teachers have reported to me that you've been asking about... opportunities." He said the word as though it was an oily worm that had slipped out of his mouth. "Opportunities to attend other schools. Now, why don't we talk about this? Here you're comfortable, you know how the system works. Your friends are here, and it wouldn't make sense to send you away. Besides, it's against policy for a student to be placed in an external education facility."

Reynie hadn't thought he was asking for "opportunities", he'd spoken to his teachers about taking extra classes only because he was nearing the end of the high school work books, and that was as far as the orphanage curriculum went. He was about to explain this to the director, and add that he didn't have any friends, but Mr. Rutger seemed to have decided that the conversation was over.

"There we are, Reynard." He clapped his hands together, leaning back in his chair, seemingly satisfied with his solution. "See? You'll be much happier here. Oh, and be a good lad and try to clean up that reading room you're always in; it's so dirty."

Reynie nodded, standing up and walking out of the office. He paused on the other side of the heavy doors, taking a deep breath before heading back to the room he shared with four other boys. He added "opportunities" to his list.

Not long after that, Reynie entered his first class of the day with the dull resignation to finish the last few pages of his geography workbook. He'd been trying to take as much time as possible and stretch out for as long as he could, since he knew that once this one was full he'd have to content himself with sitting in the back of the classroom and listening to the teacher go over material he had long since learned. However, upon wishing Mr. Green a good morning, he was told that he had been excused from his classes, and was to report to the main hall.

Reynie walked slowly on his way to the main part of the orphanage. He wasn't quite sure what had changed, but some part of him was hopeful that Mr. Rutget had changed his mind and would let him start taking classes somewhere else. He knew there was a local community college not too far, and he'd be happy to walk there if he could only get permission to attend.

His daydreams were shattered by the sudden image of the orphanage director's expression whenever he had approached him about... anything really. He'd asked, more than once, if they might be able to get a few more books for him to read, if the school kids might take a field trip to the museum, if there was any way that he could help pay for further education, he'd even offered to go through the orphanage's policies and Stonetown's bylaws himself to see if there was an exception or loophole that would allow him to attend the Boatwright Academy. All of these queries had ended with Mr. Rutger looking down at him, lips pursed in a sour pout. This had been going on for so long that Reynie noticed the same expression twisting Mr. Rutger's face every time he even entered the same room as Reynie.

He prepared himself to see that expression before opening the door to the main hall, but instead he found a woman. One he had never seen before and knew didn't work at the orphanage because she was wearing a lovely pink sweater over a floral patterned shirt. No one at the orphanage wore nice sweaters or bright colors. Everything there was drab, as if the color was leeched out of it upon crossing the threshold. This woman was certainly not drab, and smiled warmly at him as she rose from the table she was seated at.

Reynie smiled back at her shyly. He felt a slight, pleasant surprise at her seeming excitement to meet him. It had been a while since someone had smiled at seeing him.

"Hello, I'm Miss Perumal. I was told to wait here for a 'Reynard Muldoon'? Is that you?" The nice lady took a few steps toward him, smile faltering a bit as he hesitated.

"Oh," He started, shaking off his thoughts. "Yes, that's me. I'm Reynie." He hurried down the steps, stopping just in front of her. He paused, awkwardly trying to decide if he should shake her hand, or if she would find that "off-putting" and "too mature for a boy of his age", as his French teacher had once said.

Luckily, Miss Perumal stuck out her hand to him, her friendly smile returning in full force.

"Ah, I'm so glad. I was worried that you might have had somewhere else to be, and I was delaying you. As I said, my name is Miss Perumal, and I have been hired to be your new tutor. I am delighted to meet you Reynie. Do you prefer 'Reynie' to 'Reynard'? When I met the director he referred to you as 'Reynard', so I wanted to see what you'd like."

Reynie's mind was whirling with all that this woman said. She was "delighted" to meet him? And she wanted to know which name he preferred to be called, even after Mr. Rutger had spoken with her? He was stunned once again, and only pulled himself out of it when he realized that she was continuing to look at him, waiting for a response.

"Um, yeah. 'Reynie' is good, thank you, ma'am. You said you're my... tutor?"

Reynie wasn't entirely sure what a tutor was supposed to do. He had a vague concept of someone who is supposed to help students with their homework if they were struggling in school, because a teacher had once suggested he tutor his classmates, since he was so for ahead. It hadn't worked out, though, because only one student had approached him, and when Reynie had looked up in the middle of an excited explanation about the French Revolution, the boy had been staring at him in disgust, before abruptly pushing his chair back and leaving. Reynie had created a small mental note for himself, deciding that once he was able to think of the word without recalling that nightmarish, uncomfortable situation, he would find out exactly what the word "tutor" meant.

Miss Perumal nodded at him, her expression growing more serious.

"Yes, I am going to be your tutor. The word is often used to mean someone who will help students as a supplement to traditional teaching, but in our sense it is going to mean that I am a sort of private teacher, just for you."

Reynie appreciated that she had defined the word for him, but he was still a bit apprehensive about this strange woman. She seemed nice, but if she was just going to be a different kind of teacher, that likely meant that she would just hand him a new workbook and try to cover her surprise when he finished it in a few weeks. He didn't want her to be like that, she smiled at him and her eyes seemed kind, and he didn't want her to be just another adult who came to look at him with that distasteful expression that all of the other grown ups at the orphanage did.

But Miss Perumal wasn't finished yet.

"Now, Reynie, I understand that some students need a little bit of different help than most teachers can give them, but you aren't one of them. Mr. Rutger has shown me your transcripts, and you have excelled in every subject and class you've been placed in. You are a very gifted child, Reynie, and something tells me you haven't been given nearly enough opportunities."

She turned then, rummaging in the bag she carried over her shoulder, which Reynie had not noticed before. Producing a small book with a soft blue cloth cover, she handed it to Reynie.

"This," She explained, her smile back again, "Is for you. It's a book on Tamil, the language I grew up speaking. I really think that you'll enjoy learning it, and we might even be able to start having some conversations in it soon, if your record with the limited French available here is any indication."

Reynie accepted the book with a wondrous expression. This woman was willing to teach him, she gave him a book right after meeting him, she wanted to give him opportunities. He searched for a word to describe her, and he found so many good ones that he had to create a "Miss Perumal" list on the spot. She was glorious, she was exorbitantly compassionate, she was a paradigm he wished all adults followed, she was an assiduous researcher, and she was the antithesis to Mr. Rutger.

He took a deep breath, holding it in his chest next to the spark of hope he could feel glowing there. Running a hand over the book, he felt a smile growing on his own face. It had been a long time since he had smiled.

"Thank you, Miss Perumal. I would love to learn Tamil from you, as well as anything you'd want to teach me."

Miss Perumal looked excited, excited at the thought of teaching him. "Well, then, Reynie, I don't see any reason we shouldn't start right now." She gestured at the chair opposite the one she had been sitting in. "Why don't you begin reading through the introduction of that book, while I go over a few more of my papers. We can work on basic pronunciation once you're done."

Reynie sat down immediately, opening the book and still smiling to himself a little. He felt a lot less lonely as he began reading, and added "Friend?" to his Miss Perumal list.

[impending-day]

i want to draw the hermitcarbs. the crafters of crabs. nerd blorbo server of silly block people. i want to. draw. them. but whom.

[sharknosed]

i. just got the lead role in my school’s play??? so that’s a Piece Of News

[galaxymagitech]

Jason: Hey, Alfie! Which of us was the least crazy as a kid?

Bruce: Let’s face it. None of us were easy children. I dropped out of college and then dropped off the grid. Dick was a menace—

Jason: Nah, Dick’s the Golden Boy.

Bruce: He wanted to single-handedly hunt down a powerful criminal and thought the entire manor was a trapeze.

Dick: Well, Jason was like the perfect kid.

Bruce: He ran away, died, and started murdering people.

Jason: Fair. But the Replacement’s your perfect little soldier, isn’t he?

Bruce: He stalked me, he says incredibly concerning things with no idea how concerning he sounds, he started YOUNG JUSTICE, I—

Damian: Batgirl III is boring. Surely she was easy to deal with?

Bruce: Are you kidding me? She got pregnant and started a gang war!

Steph: Guilty as charged. But Duke’s the normal one, so—

Bruce: You started a gang war? Duke started a gang!

Damian: I’m the perfect heir.

Bruce: You’re an assassin who is currently attempting to turn my house into a zoo. And you keep trying to murder Tim.

Jason: Eh, we’ve all been there. Except Cass. Cass hasn’t tried to murder anyone.

Bruce: Cass tried to fight Lady Shiva to the death, despite refusing to kill. Cass is not well-adjusted either.

Cass: Barbara is good.

Bruce: No, she keeps hacking the Batcomputer. And she’s dating my son. Honestly I have no idea how I’m still sane.

Alfred: I’m afraid your sanity is very much in question, Master Bruce.

[thecodeveronica]

My unrealistic wish for RE9 (feat. spoilers for other games in the series, fair warning):

...as always, warning that this is ridiculously long. That's just the norm for me, sorrrrrrrry ;_____;

Ideally, this would be back to a third-person, over-the-shoulder kind of game. my true wish would be fixed camera tank controls again lmao, but I'm one of the only people I could live with this being first-person again just for ONE last game to finish a "trilogy" of sorts, but 3rd person would be VERY MUCH preferred. I like to see my hot characters when I play as them, thank you very much

They pick up on the thread from RE8 with the B.O.W. soldiers sent by the BSAA, meaning this would probably be a Chris protagonist game. Which is fine with me, since I like Chris a lot and I think the games generally feel like they're in "sets" of three, so Chris being important in 7-9 feels right.

Basically, I'd want one big BSAA wrap-up game, before kinda... rebooting the series for the big #10. But I'll get to that later.

Jill would return too in some capacity, as she deserves. I know multiple campaigns are divisive in this series after RE6, so maybe just have parts where you are forced to shift between Chris and Jill. Not in a co-op kind of way, but kind of like when you play as Steve in CV or Ashley in 4, just on a much larger scale, you feel me?

Barry would be fairly old at this point, so maybe he could be on comms or something. Show up in a big damn heroes kind of moment at some point, or have his magnum be usable so it's like he's there. But he is with BSAA, so I'd like him there! And then it's also a (mostly) S.T.A.R.S. reunion, which would be pretty cool as a double reunion of sorts.

Sheva would FINALLY come back in a game. Like, holy shit, bring her back after all these years, good lord. Yeah, I get she's with the African branch of BSAA, but we had North American branch Chris in Africa with her in RE5 and NA branch Jill with European branch Parker in Rev1, so does it really matter? Not sure what kind of role she'd have, but I'd like her to be fairly prominent, and I'd like to see her and Jill interact more.

I think Parker and Josh would be super cool to see again too, but this is already bloated character-wise (and I'm not done yet teehee, you'll never guess why /s), and unfortunately I'm not sure that either was super popular, even if I like both of them. Give 'em at least mentions in a file or something for sure. what if Keith and Quint showed up. man, people would be PISSED if they came back but not other characters lmfao, though I actually don't mind them

Anyway, let's just do BSAA civil war. Who knows. The B.O.W. soldiers ends up being a breaking point. The BSAA characters everyone is familiar with are fighting against whoever authorized that decision, bioweapon shenanigans ensue, some kind of bigger villain shows up and ends up as the final boss.

And along the way - BEAR WITH ME, I KNOW I'M OUT OF MY MIND WHEN IT COMES TO HIM, SHHHHH - Piers comes back because of course he would in a game about the BSAA and B.O.W.s, RIGHT? RIGHT????? He just... floated to the surface after RE6 or something, dumber things have happened in this series. He survived because that C-virus strain was an advanced one or some shit, I don't really care how lol. They could be like "somehow, Piers returned" like Palpatine and I'd just be happy one of my two RE husbands carlos is the other for the record was back, no questions asked.

So then maybe he's not fully in his right mind and still kinda mutated-looking with his arm and eye and you have to fight him at some point. It'd be pretty exciting since you could get some good Chris angst from this (and he'd be even MORE pissed about the BSAA doing this stuff), and Jill could want to help Chris try to bring Piers back to his senses, just like Chris did for her when she was under Wesker's control in 5. It's like poetry, I know :)

Then by the end, you get some super cool team-up where everyone there (Chris, Jill, Sheva, Piers, maaaaybe Barry too at the end) does some sick posing and Death Island-type stuff, and the final boss happens. And... I don't know, I only have broad strokes dreams here lol. That's why I have issues with getting my fanfic ideas out, after all.

Now, I know some people would be like "doesn't this whole Piers thing cheapen the ending of RE6?" To which I say, "no." Because that game is over 10 years old, it's not like this turnaround happened immediately. Hell, I STILL to this day get teary-eyed at the end of Sonic Adventure 2 with Shadow "dying" despite him being in 20+ years of Sonic content since then, and LITERALLY RETURNING IN THE VERY NEXT MAIN GAME after SA2. If something is effective emotionally, it just is, regardless of what happens after, IMO.

But it's not like it matters, because it won't happen :( And instead we'll probably get some kind of BSAA drama, but not like this. And even worse, we might get another new protag, which frankly I do not want. I like new characters (most of my faves in this series are one-off characters lol), but Ethan does not instill confidence in me right now.

Back to an earlier point, though... I want this to be a big "yay, all the BSAA characters are here" thing because I need Piers so bad to wrap up that whole thread, then just pseudo-reboot the series. I still think making the games follow real life years was a dumb, shortsighted decision that really traps the plot and characters writing-wise, so I'd just start over after this. Do yet another RE1 remake, then move on from there in a new continuity. One that is NOT beholden to how much time passes IRL. And take the knowledge of what people liked and what people didn't to make new stories with the same cast (with some changes). Like, they know now that Luis was very popular after the remake. Do more with him. Do more with Carlos. With Ashley. With Piers. Introduce them in different ways. Stuff like that.

BUUUUUT again I know none of this will happen. I really do wonder where they intend to go with the series with the age issue with characters, though. This could've all been avoided (for a while, anyway) if they'd just used RE6 as a stepping stone for passing the torch to some of the younger characters (Piers > Chris, Helena > Leon, Sherry and Jake would kinda be their own thing and also I still can't believe they introduce WESKER'S SON only to do nothing with him after that like wtf, Sheva > Jill?). Too late now, though.

Also, if you read all this (god help you) and are thinking "you really want to do a 'finale" game without Leon in it?" My answer is yeah lol, I don't really care because it'd just reboot anyway in my dream world version of things, so you'd all be seeing Leon again anyway at some point. Plus, he has little to do with the BSAA, so yeaaaaaaah. It pains me not to include Claire too, but them's the breaks.

[misfortunegirl]

anyone who is inlove with me 👉👈

[yourplaceinaugust]

so i didn't realize that people are supposed to know what specific pills they take do

my parents refused to tell me anything about my meds or conditions like they refused to tell me im bipolar for years and flat out lied to me when i asked so i didn't know until i was like 15

and so like now i don't know what specific pills do what like i know they're real and i need them bc when i stop taking them i become manic or depressed and my thyroid stops working but like idk what the specific pills do