#we stay winning chat

[thenamessparkplug]

i went on a BUNCH of yapping under the cut about dumb shit lmao

sort of??? a vent?? ig?? idk im just gonna post it before i convince myself not to

i have this one vivid memory of a fourth of july several years ago, im not sure quite how many, i assume i was somewhere from 9-12 years old? anyways my dad drove my family up to some street id never been before and we all sat out on the sidewalk to watch the big fireworks they were setting off over the water. that was the only time i really ever remember actually enjoying watching fireworks. they were bright and colorful but distant, and there was a noticeable buffer between the explosion and the sound that followed. the concrete was warm and it smelled like summer. im not quite sure how long we sat out there. could have been anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour but i couldn't have told you the difference.

its kind of ironic how important this holiday is to me no matter how much i despise it

not in the sense that i care about american independence day, but a hell of a lot of things that would be hard to forget have certainly happened.

i could have died this day two years ago.

it was nobodies fault.

windy night, unstable firework, happened to be sitting in the wrong place at the wrong time.

but i got away with only a small burn.

i think a lot about what could have happened had things gone slightly differently. had i been sitting farther forward. had i not moved fast enough. would i still be here? maybe im being over dramatic but i honestly dont know. i dont know what could have happened.

i was away from home that year. far away from my parents. and as funny as it is earlier that day i was genuinely contemplating if i had died today what would i have been worth. did i do anything worth remembering, had i been somebody worth caring about. and i didn't know.

ive changed a lot in those past two years. the person who looks back in the mirror is not that same kid who laughed at the thought of death when it stared him in the face. ive been to hell and back, im an emotional wreck, and its become kinda hard to breath sometimes but yknow we tough it out.

i still am afraid to die. but now its not because i feel as though ive done nothing of value, but because now i feel as though i actually have something to lose.

because despite everything somebody does care

and despite everything i have done something of value, even if it was just making somebody laugh once

there have been days where i wished that firework had ended it after all

thats something i cant deny

but to finally understand that yeah somebody would miss me

is enough to hope i get to sit on that warm sidewalk and watch the sky again someday

[keystrokecascade]

girls with depression who barely shower 🤝 girls who like girls with hella stinky armpits and musk

[luridparty]

hi tumblr👋👋 bye tumbrl👋👋

^^^^^ original image

[songofsunset]

Behold!! My transformers collection!!!!

I reorganized it just now! It might work better with Ultra Magnus in bot mode but uhhh I fully do not remember his transformation sequence lmaooo

My policy is that I try to only buy lady transformers which works great except that the combiner Victorion is ALL LADIES and thus THEORETICALLY COUNTS (they go for like 400 I will not be impulse buying her rip)

[untitled-byler-blog]

Happy Stranger Things Day

Check out my fics if you're looking for a quick read to get you back into the Byler mood

[transmasc-malleus]

moira and enemy widow flirting in chat who will crack first

[volivolition]

what's the theme you're fucking going for here voliiii!!! what are you fucking getting at!!! what are you trying to say, what's the point??

[todayisafridaynight]

Lmao you should tell your dad to take you camping sometime when you'd we him this weekend!

my dad and my sister have this chronic condition called 'making plans and either forget or life comes upon them last minute and bites them in the ass so we have to cancel and """reschedule""" <- we never reschedule' so i dont think that's in the cards LMAO

[heartyearning]

Once again time for my overly-cropped-for-privacy pride pics to prove I was there and had fun

[bisexualnamjoonie]

some ppl: bts aren't queer ewwww

park jimin: offers sexy body rolls to jung hoseok as a birthday present

[1roentgen]

short break from AVL trees. that shit is not fun

aaughhh i don’t know what to listen to lately. just been blasting electric/techno instrumental cuz i can’t stand love songs rn, they make me too damn angry 😐😐😐

here are some of my recent fave tracks

gonna tell my friend ion want him dropping me off at the market/ bus stop after class no more. songtaew car is eight baht, bus is twenty. i’ll pay that much for peace of mind. consider us even for the gas money i spent on u last term. ts is literal psychological warfare

[flutteringfable]

i have unlocked the kind difficulty of outlaw run my days of grinding are over

[honeyedbrie]

me: on the verge of having a panic attack in the toronto airport bc my impulsive barely planned trip is impulsiving and not going according to.. vibes (i cant say plans bc deadass what planning?)

team go rocket grunt at the pride flag pokestop: you don't belong here, go home!

me: bitch do not tempt me!!!

[yuquinzel]

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

© yuquinzel 2024 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

POSTING BECAUSE WHY TF NOT HUH HUHHHHHHHHH

@kyoghurts hi bbg

[versias]

New Brother Just Dropped! Limited Time Cryptid Edition!

Bruce was very proud of his status as a good foster father. You could see it in how he perked up whenever someone asked about his kids, even those no longer living with him. They spent a good thirty minutes discussing how each kid was doing.

Anyone could tell that Jim Gordon’s request for him to foster a witness for a few weeks was taken with respect as a badge of honor.

Tim, of course, was aware that Batman was investigating the disappearance of two Doctors Fenton and subsequent appearance of unusual technology on the streets of Gotham. The fact that their youngest, Daniel, had been found wandering those streets, battered, bleeding, and silent as the grave, had a fairly large impact on Bruce’s willingness to take him in. While he might have done so anyway, the incentive of getting information from him was pretty enticing, too.

When Daniel was brought in to meet Bruce, Tim snapped a surreptitious pic on his phone and sent it to the family group chat.

TimBot: New Brother Just Dropped! Limited Time Cryptid Edition! Several people are typing…

The boy was sixteen and scrawny in a way that spoke of not getting enough to eat, consistently. His hair was black and his eyes were blue (a fact that everyone was surely going to point out when they got a good look). His hair was unhealthy, though, greasy and brittle and too long in the back. His bangs had clearly been cut on his own to keep his hair out of his eyes. Bags under his eyes and the sallow tint to his skin spoke of nights without sleep, anxiety without end. His clothes hung off him, too big by a size and a half.

He looked kind of like one of the wet kittens Damian had brought home one night—sad and pitiable. A bit pathetic, if one was being uncharitable.

His eyes flickered around the room, sizing up exits and occupants. He cringed away from the officer leading him gently by the shoulder. It looked like he wanted nothing more than to curl into himself and disappear.

He looked hunted.

He looked haunted.

He needed help. Tim was going to make sure he got it.

“Hello, Daniel,” Bruce greeted with a winning smile, the tender version of his innocent grin, number four.

The boy stiffened and blinked. A flinch, suppressed.

Something about the attention of being talked to? Was it Bruce’s superficial resemblance to his father, Dr. Jack Fenton? Or was it a reaction to the name? He could possibly address one of those, at least.

“Do you mind if I call you Danny?” Tim piped up. “I’m Tim, another of Bruce’s gaggle of kids. Obviously, short for Timothy but– Ugh, please don’t.”

Danie- Danny nodded, looking the slightest bit relieved. Bruce gave Tim a grateful glance for the assist.

Tim grinned at both of them.

He checked his phone.

Spoiler Alert!: what’s with this can’t be captured on film shit we adoptin vampires now??? Dancing Queen: 🧛❓❌ 🆕 👯✅ 💃🏻💕 Damian Wayne: He is not a new brother, Cain. We are taking him in to protect him and to gather whatever intel he is privy to. Cease this nonsense. Dancing Queen: 😠 😢 Duuuuuuke: lol denial. 10 bucks says he’s here to stay

[daleearnhardt]

kid cudi a lewis fan...wow honestly Everyone is a Lewis fan. Even if they say they're not, they are Lewis fans. streaming pursuit of happiness rn