#which won’t be any time soon

[zombiecicada]

@post-it-notes7

*attacks you with the brain rot blorbos*

Wolfbell AU Arthur and Falspar meet Mirror Madness Arthur and Falspar.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Actually I need to tell you guys the funniest ongoing thing for me rn. So I’ve been going and speaking to a few professionals about uh… brain stuff and one of them brought up the possibility I might be autistic and just really good at masking. Tbh I doubt it, but she said it was worth checking out and made a note to get me tested.

Ever since then, I’ve mentioned it offhandedly to the other professionals and without fail, every time they pause, lean in and peer at me like they are trying to derive the location of the autism. I mean I guess they’re paying more close attention to whether I can make eye contact or whatever but we’ve already been sitting and talking for the past twenty minutes??? You’re not going to suddenly see it (especially if the whole point is that I’m good at masking) that’s not how that works??? Whdnxbxbx

Like as somebody in the psych field it is so disheartening to see how stereotyped people’s knowledge is of a very common kind of neurodivergence, but also I think this is about the funniest thing I’ve had happen to me in awhile. They are literally looking for my autistic eyes.

[babygirlgiles]

I understand that the person who obviously used chatgpt to comment on my fic probably had their heart in the right place but I genuinely would’ve preferred that they didn’t comment at all. I’ve gotten such a wide variety of comments over the years, from fully fleshed out essays that hit the character limit to wordless key smashes to “beautiful! Thanks for sharing!”. I’ve gotten heart emojis and comments in foreign languages and comments that apologize for not being eloquent or well thought out or any other variation on the theme of “not good enough” because English wasn’t their first language or because they were running late for work or because they’d stayed up until 3am finishing it. And every single time I’ve felt grateful someone took the time to read my work and type a heart emoji into that comment box and press post.

I understand why it’s intimidating to tell someone how much you love their art. I understand why that would feel vulnerable. But I was just vulnerable for 10,000 words so you could read this story. And you can’t be vulnerable long enough to tell me you liked it without using a plagiarism bot?

[brittlebutch]

on an extremely technical level i’m getting paid to think about autistic lesbian sex right now. huge win for autistic lesbians.

[yellobb]

If things could stop going in exactly the wrong wrong direction that would be excellent

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

ppl will go “i’d notice if society was going to sacrifice a marginalised group of people and if they said that it’s ok that a bunch of people would die then i would stand against it” and then they’ll hear people saying “well only disabled and vulnerable people will die of covid” and go “yes this is normal and ok and fine”

[pixlmonkeys]

gonna be real I am already so over this whole medical issue thing

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

i need to stop forgetting things exist the fucking second they leave my field of vision. why is is impossible for two things to occupy my mind at once especially when im tired. like. i feel like a sim. i feel like actions are being canceled and i just. move on. and completely forget what i was doing moments before. i fucking hate it

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

For the first time I think I might try to make a mood board for one of my fics and actually use it as a header

[slimslamflimflam]

I like to imagine everyone sending in drawing requests as squatting down to shove tiny pieces of paper into a small hole in a wall that occasionally a rodent will rustle its way through to puke out a completely unrelated drawing and then return to its nest. You look inside and it’s started using the papers as bedding material

[museenkuss]

Spn blogs in my recs and they WILL NOT LEAVE.

[all54321]

Prisoners’ Hope

Summery: With nothing to do beside waiting for a horrible fate, the prisoners of the Watchers recall happier times. This way, at least someone can share the news with those they love.

Some snippets of moments during Grian’s capture. The first one takes place a good while into it, while the rest are spread throughout the rest of the time.

Warnings for mentions of death, torture, and experimentation as well. Nothing in detail, but they talk about it.

—————

Grian holds his knees to his chest, wings hanging limply behind him. He’s not sure if it will work, but… well, he’s already losing hope, it can’t get much worse from here. If talking about their families helps, then he’ll listen.

“I’m the oldest of my siblings,” Ray begins, moving closer to the bars of his cell. “Our parents weren’t the best, so I was the one who raised them. We… we’re all really close still.” He cracks a grin, “within a few minutes travel close.” It feels hollow.

“I’m really close to my sister too,” Cassie says, “we’re twins.”

“The oldest of my siblings are twins too,” Ray says, his smile seeming a little bit more real. He looks around at the others, “anyone else here related to a twin?”

“Me,” Grian speaks before he can even think it through. He shrinks back when everyone looks at him, “but, um, she doesn’t live around here. It’s been a while since we talked. I regret that now,” Grian adds on, voice just a whisper. He looks away to avoid their gazes.

After a minute Cassie speaks again, “me and Karie, my twin, are as thick as thieves. Cause problems like that too, we drove our parents crazy.” She laughs, it’s not fully hollow, “we’re close knit still. Parents live out of town,” she pauses before continuing, tone quieter, “we talk regularly though.”

Now if that isn’t a stab to his heart… Not that Grian can blame her, it’s his own fault after all.

~

“Not that I want to bash your topic choices,” Adrian begins, “but all I’m hearing about is blood family.”

“Is that an issue?” Lily asks, tone curious and genuine.

“Nah, I’m just starting to think that I’m the only one here who’s only close family is a partner.”

“Tell us about them then,” Cassie prompts him. Grian can’t help but be curious as well.

“Her name is Anna and we’ve been dating for some years now.” A wistful smile crosses his face, “I was planning on proposing to her before this. Went through so much effort to make sure the ring was hidden, she sniffs out secrets better then a wolf to meat. She probably found it.” His smile falls, “I wish I could have seen her expression when she did.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Ray murmurs.

“I just have to keep hope that I’ll see her again.”

“I feel that,” Grian speaks, meeting his eyes. “Just hoping I can see my boyfriend at least one more time.”

“Mhm,” Adrian hums, “Anna and I did everything together. We’re only really apart when we’re working. There’s never a dull moment around our place with her around.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. “She could bring humor and light to any situation as well. Probably even this one honestly, I’m glad she’s not here though.”

“Scar’s the same,” Grian murmurs, letting himself think about happier times, even if it leaves an ache in his chest. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone kinder or with a bigger heart. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Adrian chuckles, there’s definitely humor in it now, “I feel the same about Anna, I’d be a mess without her.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m a mess, but I can’t imagine my life without him.”

“They sound wonderful,” Lily murmurs with a light smile. “I’ve had a crush on my best friend for a while now, couldn’t bring myself to say anything though. Guess this is a lesson that I shouldn’t delay doing things. Too bad I learned it too late.”

“Hey, no,” Ray says, a protest, but a gentle one. “We’re going to get out of here. I won’t give up until we do.”*

Erika smiles, “thanks Ray. For putting in the effort to keep things positive. This would be way worse without you.”

“I mean it,” Ray says, “I’m going to do everything I can to get all of us out of here.”

“I don’t know what I’d be able to do,” Grian begins, confidence boosted by Ray’s passion. “But I hate sitting around powerless, so I’ll help any way I can.”

~

“It’s been a few hours,” Erika whispers, staring down the hall, tense.

“Do you think something has happened to him?” Adrian asks, worry clear.

“A test has never taken this long before,” Grian murmurs, sitting up and fully focusing on where they last saw Ray.

“What if he succeeded?” Cassie whispers, voice cautious, like she’s too afraid to hope.

None of them answer, all tense as they wait, fear and hope clashing with different strengths.

Not much longer two watchers stalk down the hallway, empty handed. Besides a key. They open one door and beckon towards Erika, “come.” She startles, stepping back. Without hesitation, one of them steps inside and grabs her, dragging her out and away.

“Wait!” Adrian calls, “what happened to Ray?”

The other watcher turns to look at them, “he wasn’t strong enough to handle our gifts.” They leave, ignoring the chilled silence they left in their wake.

~

“Do you think there’s much hope left?” Lily whispers, legs pulled up to her chest with his arms and tail wrapped around them.

“We’re still alive, aren’t we?” Adrian replies, but he doesn’t sound confident.

“Just us three,” Grian says, slowly losing his own confidence. It’s not like he still isn’t trying, but they haven’t made much progress. Not to mention that each ‘gift’ The Watcher’s attempt to give them only saps their energy and strength more. Grian isn’t sure if he’s waiting to be able to use something they give him against them, or for the next one to kill him. He’d rather not die, of course, but sometimes with the pain he feels during…

“At least some of us are, there’s still a chance,” he counters, clearly trying to keep his voice strong.

“You’re just trying to convince yourself, aren’t you?” Lily whispers, eyes focused on him, parts of her Iris turning purple.

“I forgot you could do that,” Adrian whispers, and his facade crumbles. He slumps against the wall, all energy seeming to drain out of him. “I’m just getting weaker over here. I’m already counting down to my death.” He glances over at Grian, “you two are the ones who have a chance of getting out of here.” He takes in a slow breath, as if steeling himself for what he’s going to say, “when you guys get out can… can you tell Anna that I love her? Tell her that I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye in person.”

Grian inhales sharply at the words, caught off guard. He composes himself after a minute, “I will. I’ll tell her,” he says solemnly. “I’ll find everyone the others mentioned too. I’ll make sure none of you will go forgotten.” If I survive. Grian doesn’t say it.

Lily stares at them for a moment before nodding too, “I promise as well.” The doubt is clear in her voice.

~

Once he’s sure he’s far enough away, Grian pulls out the paper and pen he stole. It was a risk, but he has to do it. It’s the least he could do, for not being able to save them. He writes down all of their names, followed by everything important they shared with him.

They may be dead, but Grian will keep them alive in his memories. He also has to tell their loved ones. He doesn’t want to face them and tell them that he survived while the one they loved died, but it’s his price to pay. They deserve to know the truth, deserve to have closure.

They all deserve to have a proper burial, Grian thinks bitterly. The Watcher’s destroyed the bodies of everyone who died, leaving not a single trace of them ever being there. He wished there was. To give their loved ones something to remember them by.

This is what Grian would have wanted if he died, so he has to do it for them back. Grian glances back at his wings, now colored with a purple gradient. He feels the magic coursing through his veins, ready to be summoned whenever he wants.

After all, if he can’t face his own family, why not face theirs?

—————

I’m not entirely happy with this, but it has the vibes I was going for. They’re trapped, they do their best to stay positive, everyone but Grian dies, he escapes and becomes a vigilante.

Some explanations on what the Watcher’s are doing to them: Normal people aren’t supposed to be given non natural power. Either someone is born with it or not. The Watchers are trying to forcefully give people magic. They do it in small portions to try to mitigate the risk. Which works, since in small doses the issues from the experiment failing is minimal. Over time the person’s strength and energy is sapped until they literally cannot go on anymore. If it succeeds, the person gains whatever power the Watchers chose to give them. Lily could see through lies, for example.

I really want to emphasize Grian’s line about being powerless in this AU. Because it’s a major aspect of his actions here. Before this, he was just a normal person, no powers or any abilities to make him close to a hero’s strength. Which is an issue since Grian hasn’t liked the heroes for some time as it was. He hates being powerless against them. The Watchers gave him powers, he is no longer powerless against the heroes. Somehow, something good came from this. A little bit, at least.

[aboutoldfriends]

me ordering yet another vinyl when i don’t currently own a record player

[quibbs126]

Well I guessed on a bunch of my questions for my physics exam, but I didn’t feel like a total failure this time, so I’ll take what I can get

[cantagirldrawinpeace]

This is like half of the arcs in One Piece lmao

i think it's great when someone tries to pull off a tragic self-sacrifice in a story and there's at least one guy who's just like "no this is fucking stupid actually. you're an idiot." about it. because it kind of is. i love a good tragedy but let's be honest with ourselves if a friend tried to indulge a noble sacrifice fantasy would you not be a little annoyed. like come on man.

[illumiiiz]

okay I did some math and in order to finish crocheting this big ass blanket for my boyfriend by Christmas I need to do about a row per day, and it wouldn’t hurt to weave in some ends every day as well do I don’t have 100+ ends to weave in the week before Christmas lmao. all in all I think this is feasible. I will be updating with how feasible it actually turns out to be tho bc I am notorious for 90%-ing a project and then losing all and any motivation to finish it lol :’D