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The Winchesters 1x03 You're Lost Little Girl
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1x03 You’re Lost Little Girl Locations Map
#spnlocations#winchesterslocations#the winchesters#supernatural#tw 1x03#you're lost little girl#new orleans
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I'm sorry, but the notion of a demon being trapped inside a bonsai tree is so funny lol. I love how he was terrified at the very idea. He was sweating. The actor really leaned into his demon energy. <3
I really like John and Mary's chemistry together. Mary is kinda blind to the fact that John likes her... that reminds me of someone lol. This episode was good. They really did a good job with the design of the Boogeymanbag, looked really scary. Dean's narration <3 sigh. Yes, it's important to have friends and family and not do things (hunting) alone. I don't know, we're only three episodes in but this feels like therapy for me (and Dean). All those things that Dean learned through blood, sweat, and tears, it's all there in this show and how Dean thinks and narrates the intros. (It's there in how Jensen imagined the show too I think... it's almost like therapy for him too, or at least a denial of 15x20 and what it did not only for Dean, Cas, Sam, and the others but what it did for Supernatural, all fifteen seasons of it. The Akrida look cool. Bug aliens but if that's their queen... It seemed like she was capturing demons and monsters. I wonder why since so far we know that they want to destroy the world. Maybe they start with demons and end with humans. One final note... Again we have monsters that make our heroes go somewhere else. I know there are 13 episodes, but so far it's 3 out of 13 episodes dealing with Mary, John, Latika and Carlos going somewhere else, to another world, or dimension physically, or using some kind of portal to go elsewhere. We had the box that sucked in monsters to another place, the hole that lead the Supergang (what are we calling them?) down to MoL, monsters that pop up from the ground and have their hiding hole in some kind of pocket dimension of roots, and now children are getting teleported into bags. I'm sensing a theme of.... portals, teleportation, and other worlds. Might be a coincidence but... there are no accidents in Supernatural. the Winchesters. Ada and Carlos taking that man to the hospital to save him really made me smile. It reminded me of the early days of Supernatural and for me at least highlighted the hope in these hunters. That even the hosts are worth saving. They are worth saving and in the process, the hunters might save themselves. They'll not become jaded and forget why they hunt.
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You're Lost Little Girl - The Doors - 1967
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so after 5 years I redownloaded famous mobile gacha game afk arena (the demons made me) (they have dragons in that game now btw) and I see that they have a new game called afk journey so I go to check it out and APPARENTLY I started playing it mere hours after markiplier made a sponsored video for it so now everyone on the server is just talking about markiplier
#also lost all my damn progress in afk arena but it's fine because it's not like I made it very far anyway.#not fr#anyways if u want to play afk journey the male body type for the player character generally has better clothing options imo.#but if you're a girl you get to have homoerotic tension with mirael. you can only change your body type for free once so choose wisely#also you have 2 options for your character's build and when I saw how little of a difference there was I fucking screamed.
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Personally, I keep thinking about Starship Troopers (1997) and its savage and hilarious satire of fascism, which almost no one understood at the time: “The only good bug is a dead bug!”
And I’m wondering what sly fun Robbie Thompson is up to, with Roxy’s brain-controlling “bugs”, the Akrida.
It’s noticeable that Roxy’s monologue above closes out 1x03 You’re Lost Little Girl, and she takes over Dean’s function here (as he often opens or closes an episode with some narration). So a narrative competition...
She calls herself a siren. We all know the significance of *the* Siren in Supernatural, as Dean’s queer signifier.
I’m still going with the Akrida as a metaphor for mind-controlling heteronormativity right now, or maybe its antidote :-)
They are a function of Chuck’s multiverse, and have ripped a new one in the fabric of Deanverse. We know that the Men of Letters have been beating them back on the regular (I hear Mick’s voice) and trying to lock them in a box (closet).
John has kind of accepted Mars-Neto’s mission of performative masculinity “roid rage” to fight them.
IDK I’m just playing in Robbie’s sandbox...
I did a rewatch of eps 1-6 and this time took a transcript of Roxy's DJing.
Have fun perusing.
“You’re listening to your siren of the air waves, Rockin’ Roxy. Here’s a new one that’s sure to keep you buggin’ out.”
“And I’m pulling this next one from the deepest part of the record crate. To describe it as a B-side…”
“This is Rockin’ Roxy, coming at you in the witching hour with a new dark and dangerous sound. It’s guaranteed to bring the rarest of hell-raisers from near and far to our beloved Lawrence. So raise the volume and tune in”
"Roxy has you covered, my friends, playing all the hits that got through the cracks 24-7"
#Supernatural#The Winchesters#Rocking Roxy#The Akrida#The Winchesters meta#The Winchesters subtext#Dean all the way down#Robbie Thompson#The Winchesters discussion#SPNWin 1x03#You're Lost Little Girl
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whoever told me that abjuration wizards suck were lying to my faceeee see this subclass is so cool. i guess if someone likes playing glass cannon wizards it's a shit class but this girl i've got is. well she is tormenting my dm is what she's doing. good class
#what you're gonna do is hit level six okay and you're gonna#cast mage armor on yourself and in addition to that since it's an abjuration spell you're gonna add arcane ward (temp hp)#and at lvl6 you can use a reaction to direct any damage an ally takes within 30 feet of you onto your arcane ward and you're gonna#cast shield when you need to (Careful tho. only one reaction per round. redirect damage Or shield) and since shield is also an abjuration#spell you're gonna take the level you cast it at and double it. and put that into your arcane ward's hp. any abjuration spell puts hp#back into the ward. MEANWHILE you're concentrating on witch bolt. and you're not even risking con saves because you Aren't Getting Hit#so you are essentially nullifying damage that others take (if your ward hp depletes you take the remaining damage and can't cast it again)#while frying people alive every turn forever and ever until they die or go out of range. bless this bizarre combat medic wizard build#i don't have the numbers but i know a'velle took a good half of the fight's damage on her own and only lost 2hp in the fight#one day i decided that i wanted to play a combat medic wizard. and then i was like. wow this is not useful. and then level 6 hit#miss girl was standing there crit-frying a crocodile alive while waiving damage over to her ward and boosting its hp with bonus actions#gotta say. the fight was two crocs and a couple of little guys. miss girl dropped both of the crocs#NOO WAIT THE WARD DOESN'T DROP AT 0HP I JUST HAVE TO CAST ANOTHER ABJURATION SPELL. WOAG
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i lost the weight and i am elated! but also! so terrified!
#like i'm not sure if i lost weight bc i was smoking weed#which i cannot do when i'm not in school bc i need to be Really Stressed for it to make me feel good#or if i lost weight because i started Eating Things I Can't Digest On Purpose#bc i think it's the second one bc i dropped to 105 pounds by doing that a few yrs ago#but i'm sosososososososo scared#like.#it becomes almost moralistic#people just think you're a Worse Person when you're bigger#even by a little#i want to be a tree#i hate being a girl#i hate knowing that i'll probably end up 120 lbs again#because i will and the thought nauseates me
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#xwhatever.x#ayumi#cadence's wishes#crazy little girl#xºxº#animals#doggo#dog#nostalgiacore#weirdcore#oddcore#dreamcore#liminal tumblr#liminal vibes#creepycore#creepy aesthetic#oldweb#2000s core#2010s core#Youtube#creepy girl#you're so creepy#metalhead#blogger#girl horror#emo princess#goth princess#eeriecore#urban gothic#lost aesthetic
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I <3 transmasc Wendy because it adds another thing to the kid who does not know how to handle anything being thrown into everything pile but instead of a thing like dead sister it's the prospect that he kind of likes having short hair and the idea of being a guy and it still makes him feel like the world is ending until suddenly the ppl around him are just like fine with it and everything is like cool actually and he melts over that too until finally he's just a normal baby trans person and can get back to being bad at coping with his other hashtag issues again
#rat rambles#starve posting#like I do have dead serious wendy trans thoughts tm even some that actually relate to his quotes high bar I know gkfndkd#its just so fun reading him as a trans egg thats one breakdown away from being smashed#and also gives me some yummy tasty thoughts abt both wendy and abby and the inivertable fact that as time goes on the only remnant of#abby's face is going to shift and change more until it can no longer even be a reminder of what was lost#which must be a Horrifying idea to wendy even if chances are he hasn't rly internalized this concept yet#and for abby especially if you're like me and go for a more silhouette style ghost design for her youve gotta imagine how fucky it is to#watch your twin grow up and change in ways you never will#Im also a agender abby who will likely never realize believer because shes just like younger me fr#like shes low key just me as a little kid but without the anxiety disorder#anyways back to the topic of wendy genderism Im honestly surprised Ive never seen a he/him wendy hc before#Im not surprised at not finding any trans guy wendys but there rly isnt much variety in nonbinary wendys despite it being fairly common#I just like trans guy wendy cause he gives me those vibes#its the weird little girl to cringe fail trans man pipeline or smth idk#give him a couple years eventually he'll be a grimy lil freak of a teenage boy#if abby didnt die and knew abt gender stuff itd still take her 30 years minimum to even consider she might be not a girl maybe#not because she's hard in denial abt gender stuff shes just is in the classic headspace of 'well I dont Think I care so I must be cis ig'#same with my aro abby hcs but walter is super not helping#as Ive said before they are aro echo chamber besties dont try to tell them romance is real they will not believe you#hey better then whateve the fuck wendy would have to go through if one of the trans men around him offered solidarity#I would rather die than get advice from wilson are you kidding me#the only somewhat normal trans guy there is warly but hes french so it cancels out
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Nvm we're back to movie au because I'm feeling soft featuring obviously our fav @oogaboogaspookyman horrid little bastard who is no longer a horrid bastard but is now a well mannered British little bastard beloved we love the difference
Accident
It happened very quickly. An incorrectly secured light fixture crashed down onto set smashing and destroying the background pieces scattering glass everywhere and set alight. The fire spread beginning to burn all the props due to the paint that was used, background pieces set alight in a blink, it crawled up the background canvases and spread across the rafters, the lights cracking fizzling out with loud bangs sending the building into darkness and panic.
A support beam collapsed over a fire escape as employees screamed and panicked they ran around coughing desperate for an exit one of them grabbed a fire extinguisher to put out the source but was grabbed by the monochrome Mewtwo who snarled about it being an electrical fire from the light you idiot. May coughed her lungs becoming tight as she looked around with difficulty through the quickly gathering smoke and smog, she was in a panic stuck to the spot. She could see her brother lying on the floor, his head was bleeding. He'd been knocked out as a dark Mewtwo stood over him trying to get the debris off of him.
Screams of panic ringed in her ears making her head throb, why weren't the sprinklers turning on? Oh god were they going to die in here? Burn alive due to inadequate safety measures. There were so many people and pokemon here too many lives that'd be too much death. Coughing screaming yelling panic. More people were collapsing or lying down to escape the smoke for air as it filled up the room heavily weighing down on them all. She couldn't let everyone in here die!
The monochromatic Mewtwo felt the tingling of psychic energy in his fingertips like electricity and before he could yell at May ask what the hell she was doing- he was outside. They were all outside. He spun on the spot levitating slightly looking around in a frenzy, the building crackled and the fire raged on. Everyone was out. No. Not everyone.
"May!"
He yelled quickly flying overhead scanning through the crowd of people that had been teleported out the building he flew down towards her manager, the odd dark hued mewtwo with crystals embedded in her body.
"Wheres May?!"
He half asked half demanded as the Two tended to Matts injuries.
"Is she not out here? I saw her eyes glowing?" She asked shushing Matt who groaned and pushed him down gently when he tried to sit up groggily asking where his sister was.
"If she was out here I wouldn't be asking where she was!"
The frustrated monochrome two snarled at her before looking back at the building in growing horror as he heard a loud creak realizing that she was still inside and hadn't been able to get out.
Without really thinking he flew rapidly at the building, being a ghost had its advantages as he phased through the wall keeping an incorporeal state to avoid the effects of smoke as he looked around frantically. The building was thick with black billowing smoke that rolled in waves blocking his view. He couldn't use psychic to move it as it had nowhere to go and it could shove air into the fire. He frantically scanned around, focusing to sense her aura.
In his altered vision he spotted a faint orange glow that began to flicker and falter weakening and quickly flew towards it, she was on the floor passed out either from smoke inhalation or exhaustion from teleporting that many people out of a building with her already weak powers or both. He became corporeal and coughed against the smoke and the horrible heat as he wrapped his arms under hers to haul her up to carry her.
"I'm not letting you die here you blithering idiot,"
He chastised as he pulled her up attempting to hold her and realizing she was heavy as dead weight and the growing smoke in his lungs was weakening his strength, not to mention the flames were creeping in starting to stretch out and lick at his tail and legs in a way that would likely burn. He snorted frustrated, he pulled her up, arms wrapping around her waist as she made a soft mumble noise.
He realized that flames were closing in, his eyes were watering from smoke and heat as he coughed, he could become ghostly while he had the strength but then he wouldn't be able to interact with her, he could save himself but he wouldn't! He wouldn't just let her die here and save his own skin. He hissed as a flame splashed against him snarling towards it before coughing, breathing becoming harder. He heard another long drawn out creak, and a snap, and a fall. Another support beam came falling down right on top of them, he dropped to a crouch holding his body over hers desperate to summon any strength left into a barrier or any kind of protection.
Another crash could be heard from the building, it took multiple staff members and Pokemon to hold back Matt and Darkness, Matt screamed and yelled profanities at them telling, no, demanding them to let him go because his sister was in there. Darkness also shouted at them to see sense that both the mewtwo in that building inch closer to death every second they waste stopping them. They both went quiet as a large flame burst out from the roof of the building with a loud BOOM.
Matt crumbled in the grip of the people restraining him, falling to his knees as he began to sob in despair and pain. Darkness could only stare forward at the raging flames and thick smoke.
It took hours for the fire department to put the flames out, they were aggressive and unrelenting and the thick smoke meant the trained personnel needed to swap out to a safe distance to regain their breath. When the fire finally dimmed to a manageable flicker it was growing dark, the fire had started in the afternoon…
Search and rescue began their job and once more Darkness was restrained, she wasn't trained like they were, they knew how to move rubble without causing it to collapse elsewhere potentially crushing any survivors, she did not. She could only watch in frustration as they slowly methodically did their job. She'd refused care due to her wounds already healing from the synergy energy, Matt had to be given light sedatives for his aggression so he was more, agreeable, about being taken away to be seen for his head injury and assorted burns.
A Gurdurr and Medicham worked together, the Medicham scanning the surroundings with psychic energy to get a mental blueprint of the chaos and carefully instructing Gurdurr on which parts to lift to safely deconstruct the wreckage without causing it to collapse. The Gurdurr carefully threw aside a large ceiling concrete slab before vocalizing to the Medicham. A swirling white and black dome like shape sat planted into the ground with debris piled on top of it. The Medicham vocalized to the other pairs to come help as they began to remove the debris, the human supervisors coming along too, as the broken building was removed the dome seemed to reduce in opacity becoming semi see through.
Inside May and the monochromatic Mewtwo clung to one another desperately, his eyes were shut with dark psychic energy pouring out from the sides of his closed eyes waving and flowing out. May's eyes were wide open but unseeing, completely whitened over and glowing faintly with her psychic energy. Neither of them seemed aware of the situation both just clinging as the dark and white psychic energy protecting them both swirled around them both desperately wanting to protect the other, forming one rather indestructible long lasting protect.
When the last piece of debris was safely removed one of the human search and rescue members gently knocked their knuckles against the very dense protect dome, "can you two hear us?" May's eyes faltered into half lids her psychic energy sparking and fading from her eyes and the dome, she blinked slowly and blinked again before slumping completely limp in the monochrome ones arms as her grip slipped from him, his eyes opened in a start the dark psychic energy overflowing from his eyes darkening the dome over as he snarled before he blinked realizing that it was help. His psychic energy gently blew away in a breeze before he shivered at the cold.
The psychic search and rescue members lifted May's unconscious body onto a stretcher to be taken to an ambulance while the people attempted to look the monochromatic one over. He shoved them away flying up and wobbling slightly in tiredness but followed them into the ambulance taking up the relative seat in the ambulance next to May as they began trying to help her much to Darkness' frustration at the audacity. He slapped away attempts to look him over, snarling at the ambulance worker to focus on the unconscious one, not him.
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The monochrome ones' leg bounced irritated and frustrated as he sat in a chair next to the orange hued Mewtwos hospital bed. He'd been forcefully seen to, so his wounds were bandaged up and he'd been given oxygen and instructions to not go near lung irritants and just to take cough drops for his throat and rest and get sleep. However sleep he would not do, he'd been up all night besides her having left his own bed watching over her in her room, her smoke inhalation had been worse than his as was her burns, she had a breathing mask on to help ensure she got enough oxygen which also acted as a filter that helped remove the lingering smoke in her lungs with each exhale. He'd dragged a night nurse into the room in a panic when he noticed her condition becoming worse, her over exhaustion leading to sickness and a fever so she'd been put on some drip fluids too due to how weakened she was from over exerting herself with her powers.
He'd paced the room multiple times, aggressively straightening the curtains to ensure no moonlight crept in and disturbed her, made sure the blanket properly covered her and tucked her in, fluffed her cushion, checked her medical sheet and that she was hooked up properly multiple times. As of right now he was gently holding her wrist, his fingers pressing faintly to feel her pulse, just to be sure the machines were correct that's all. He sighed softly hanging his head as his leg bounced, the TV in the room mumbled nonsense that he couldn't make out as he was actively ignoring it, especially as it was talking about the fire, his fingers moved down her wrist brushing over her palm hesitantly choosing to rest his two main fingers in her palm pressing them against her hand and squeezing with his thumb at the back of her hand, an unsure hand squeeze without committing to a full hand hold.
He was beginning to grow frustrated ready to aggressively sort her room out again when her thumb twitched and the best it could, squeezed his fingers against her palm. He looked up to see her eyes barely open as if her eyelids were incredibly heavy which they probably were for her.
"Who's getting sued…?" Her voice was incredibly small and croaked before she coughed realizing she definitely shouldn't have spoken. He panicked slightly moving his hand and getting a glass of water for her saying gently,
"hey hey easy,"
He carefully adjusted her bed position so it slowly lifted her into a slanted sitting position not perfectly upright just so she'd still be resting and comfortable, he carefully helped pull back the breathing mask and held the glass to her lips with psychic encouraging her to take small sips less she start coughing again, refusing to move his hand from where it gently half held hers.
When she'd drank about half he put it down and replaced the mask as she breathed and smiled at him, her hand shifted and squeezed his properly holding it, "if you wanted to hold hands you could've asked, didn't need to burn a building down." She made a soft laugh as she squeezed his hand again, her usual cheery joking self despite what happened.
His mouth opened slightly and shut in surprise both at the fact they were now just squeezing each others hands and that was embarrassing and also the accusation though empty.
"I'll burn this whole goddamn building down,"
He chuntered unhappily before pausing and looking back at May.
"Hold on, no, you do not get to get out of this so easy by joking around, what the hell were you thinking?! You could've died?! Why didn't you teleport yourself out with everybody else!"
Admittedly his tone was a lot harsher than he'd meant it to be as May stared at him in surprise before her eyes looked away from him.
"I'm, sorry, I wasn't really, thinking about saving me, just that I couldn't let everyone else die. And even then you still got hurt," her voice was soft and guilty.
The monochrome one stared at her a bit before looking away he went to open his mouth to speak.
"Wait, where's Matt? Is he okay?! I saw his head bleeding? Did he get help?!" May tried to sit herself up and he gently but firmly pushed her back down.
"Your brother is fine he's in another room getting spoiled by some male nurses, now would you STOP thinking about everybody else and fucking think about yourself in this?! You have horrid burns, you inhaled so much smoke and you got a feverish sickness because your body was so weak and overworked! What if I hadn't found you or realized you weren't outside with us?! There's a very real chance you could've died in that fire! I could've- we. We could have lost you. And you have a lot of people who care about you. So why don't you?"
May gripped the bed sheets uncomfortably as she sat there again avoiding his gaze as his eyes softened and he frowned at her. She shrugged uncomfortably and he could see her struggling for the words and the anxiety prickling inside her. He gently squeezed her hand waiting to give her a fair chance to answer.
"....I just don't find that there's much to care about.." Her voice was riddled with guilt as she struggled, "I know, well just, I know compared to a lot of others that I'm, different." She moved her spare hand vaguely, "and, that, made it hard to connect to people, and as well I'm weak, I mean a mewtwo who can't even use her powers properly for herself, pft. Don't have much going for me overall. I know I'm, loud and optimistic and seem confident and sure but, I don't really like myself. Not really. I don't know. Maybe some horrid self pitying self obsessed part of myself believed I didn't really deserve to be saved like everyone else so that's why I wasn't teleported out too, and I guess maybe that self absorbed part of me went well look at that now we can't do anything because you used up all your strength and you're going to let yourself die because you're so pitiful and weak just to what make a point." She shrugged awkwardly, grabbing at her shoulder, "you got hurt because overall I'm a bad person, too obsessed with myself, I mean I'm a lot luckier than other people. I'm much better off than other people and yet here I am feeling sorry for myself and not liking myself. How selfish is that?" She squeezed her own shoulder to self soothe as the guilt began to creep in. "God I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dumped all that on you, here I am again being the biggest selfish, no, no I'm sorry I'm, spiralling you don't need to hear me insult myself because that just manipulates you into having to pity me and tell me it's fine and it's okay when it's not an-"
He moved the mask using his free hand to put a finger on her lips to stop her spiral rambling as he frowned at her softly.
"I don't think you're selfish, I don't think you're physically capable of being selfish, mostly because of your lack of healthy boundaries, but also because you're a good person and sharing and being kind is part of your nature. You're not a bad person for being unhappy even if you think you should be. You're more complex than just the happy May you always are with people."
He moved his finger but pointed threateningly when she opened her mouth.
"No shut up, I'm still talking. You know how I know that you're a good person even when that voice of doubt tells you you're wrong? Do you remember how we first met?"
May blinked but nodded, opening her mouth before being shushed again.
"Shut."
She smiled playfully, closing her mouth to listen.
"You came right up to me when I was lurking in the background with your drink and two brownies from the food table and you smiled at me and introduced yourself right to me, you said you were absolutely over the moon to meet and be working with me, that you'd seen my other shows upon learning we'd be coworkers and that you thought I was really talented and amazing. I know back then I just stared at you as you offered my one of the brownies you'd taken saying you got me one since I was so far away, you know why I was staring? Because you were the first person I've ever worked with to walk right up to me and introduce themselves with unfaltering kindness and warmth."
He glanced away as he spoke.
"The reason I was so far away is because a lot of the time everyone on set that I'm working with is absolutely terrified of me, which I get, it's the eyes I think. But you didn't seem afraid at all."
He looked back at her.
"You have probably brightened so many peoples' days by existing, and I know that voice probably tells you that you're different or weak or secretly evil or whatever insults and feelings you've internalized, but you bring out so much kindness to everyone no matter what."
May squeezed his hand unsure of how to even respond, mouth opening and closing as she struggled. His other hand came to hold hers squeezing her one hand with both of his.
"When you're better, I think we should look into some therapy for you because if you couldn't teleport out because a part of you believes you didn't deserve to be okay then I am really deeply concerned about that because I never want you in that situation again okay?"
May nodded softly as he squeezed her hands again softly confirming an "okay." He smiled softly at her as he gently put his forehead to her hand that he still held.
"You're a big sweetheart ya know, even if you are a horrid drink stealer" May softly spoke and he chuckled knowing she was deflecting slightly now with humor as she usually did from heavier topics but clearly speaking fondly of him.
"Hmm. Just don't go telling anybody."
"I won't." She squeezed his hands the best she could. "I think you're real great too you know, I'm glad you're in my life you do make it better." And he smiled softly to himself.
#I could've-we. We could've lost you#I'm not letting you die here#My writing#Mewtwosona May#@oogaboogaspookymans ???#@oogaboogaspookyman oc#Tw fire#I gave them loreeeee I gave them back storyyyy oh noo I'm soft they're soft the joke ship thoughts they're getting me AAAHH#I am dragged away into the ocean lmao#??? Is big soft on May. That's HIS little ray of sunshine thank you very much she gave him brownie#Also May honey are u okay (she is not)#May is the kind of character who seems fine happy perky friendly optimistic loud joyful and she absolutely hates herself#Like I mean working in movie biz probably does that to you but also the autism coding and the powerlessness#To some degree yes the self loathing hatred of I don't deserve saving their lives are more important/god you self important self pitying#Self sacrificing proving a point cause you're the WORST horrid voices did contribute to her inability to escape#But also she was heavily prioritising everyone else and drained probably all her PP in teleport#Like everything she does is mentally criticised by herself because actually you're just faking everything. Bitch.#Baby girl that is called the mental illness#??? Like plz get therapy holy shit I'm worried about you#And also 👀🤔🤨 kinda sus#And waiting around at her bedside? Sus lmao#He CARES he has a lot of care in him lmao likes this person a lot#Also deflects with humor a mood#Originally Matt was meant to attempt to get in the room and ??? Was gon slam the door shut and lock it because no he's not sharing May yet#And May was gonna jokingly call him an overprotective husband like aw my hubby has spoken he's so protective lmao while he's like shshshh#Also lmao I love that movie?? Gets the dialogue like font change but not the bold XD it's my way of differentiating only bad boys get bold#Also!! He cares so much I'm screaming#Fungal Spooks Studio
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Pro tip for cheap merch at concerts: flirt with the merch guy
#tried and tested by yours truly#this is how i got my free sister patch and my cheaper ravagers cd#if there's a merch girl uhh good luck because they're not as easily blinded as 30+ y/o guys#but they're fun to talk to normally!! i miss linda and clarissa we had a good chat 💔#OH and when i saw oceans as the opener for blind channel and lost society the guys themselves were at the stand#and i didn't take enough money with me bc i thought i wouldn't buy a lot so they charged me like €3 less for the shirt#tho that one wasn't me flirting and probably more my accent which is from the same town as most of the band members#if you're a little dumb you may get extra treatment too#also tried and tested when i instinctively talked english to the merch guy who i knew was german and he was like 'i speak german you know'#kinda embarrassing at first but we had a laugh and then he went backstage to bring me the band#and this should go without saying but say something nice about the show if any of the band members are at the stand!!#ask them to sign something!! the ones i've met loved doing it but check that they're not too busy with other things already#mel talks
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Very small inbox call
#ik i havent been great about keeping up with these#they just tend to get lost#but that doesnt mean i dont wanna interact i just like to put a lot into them#so keeping liking if it feels like im missing u its not intentional#we took a little girls trip across the state and i just got home so: nap. look at the clothes i just bought. writing and inbox call#and responding to SOMEONES ask they just sent me#vibrates excitedly#ive almost got the inbox emptied and i have a few drafts left so id love to get those done and rb something funky fresh today#( ooc. )#specify muse if you're a multi!
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#don't care if you think i'm dumb i don't care at all. ~ apple#looking down from above i'm intrigued by their love. ~ asmodeus#spread a little sunshine! ~ charlie#queen of making it pop! ~ cherri bomb#we never lost control. ~ crimson#i don't let the scars define me they're the badges i adorn! ~ fizzarolli#we've got magic to do. ~ husk#anywhere the wind blows doesn't really matter to me. ~ josh#better to be hated than loved loved loved for what you're not. ~ kiki#i have died every day waiting for you ~ lilith#tough girl is what i had to be. ~ millie#i'm headed to the stars ready to go far. ~ moxxie#if i make it through tonight everybody's gonna hear me out! ~ piper#all my edges have always been rough. ~ sallie may#what if we rewrite the stars? ~ stolas#i found a way to let you in. ~ vaggie#i'll have you beggin' on your knees for me! ~ verosika
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i just struggle to believe theres any ethical way to harvest meat. farm animal dying of old age? yeah. ok. sure. but farm animals aren't going to be perpetually dying of old age enough to fulfill the demand for their meats. you can make better and more convincing arguments to me for ethically harvesting eggs, wool and milk rather than meat.
#eggs? just supplement the chickens diet with more diverse foods to make up for the nutrients lost that they would otherwise have#if they were left to consume their own unfertile eggs#wool? well unfortunately we've already bred sheep to constantly grow wool so you kinda have to shear them for their own wellbeing#milk's a little harder to convince me w. but as long as you're not taking more than the calf needs then it should be generally ok.#the true crime however is how aurochs went extinct so that humans could benefit from them.#i don't think you can convince me that genetically altering animals for human benefit was ever a good idea. but we're here already.#so we gotta figure it out. i'm still disgusted about how we got here.#give me a convincing reason not to be. i do not marvel at the 'greatness and intellect of humanity' because all I see is people#using these animals as a means to an end. it feels the same to me as genetically altering dogs till they can hardly function.#wish people would just admit that this endeavor was done by the selfishness of humanity rather than try to fluff it up with#'well the animals can benefit too !!!' yeah but who benefits more and why do they deserve to benefit more#its fine to admit its done for self serving reasons. i'd respect you more if you did admit it.#humans do a lot of things for self serving reasons. the worst is when humans try to convince themselves thats Not the reason they#did something so blatantly self serving.#i think a lot of progressive types struggle to accept when they do things for self serving reasons. im not gonna pull a 'humans are#inherently selfish' on you but selfishness is very much a core part of being human and an animal in general. it's not what defines#us and it's not our only trait. we are a social species after all so it doesnt serve us to be purely selfish#but we do be being selfish still. we're not gonna be able to fully escape that behavior. you're not gonna be able to escape being#selfish by virtue of calling yourself progressive. it's impossible. just do your best to not be selfish but also dont deny when you are#honesty with yourself and what you're like is important. you're never going to be a pure perfect good moral person ever.#and convincing yourself all your actions are ones of Morality is Not the way you should go about ANYTHING ever#its why instead of letting yourself be kinda sad about an animal having to die to feed you you somehow try to convince yourself#that the animal wanted it or needed it or benefited somehow. it didn't. and thats ok to acknowledge. you're not an inhuman monster#for eating a dead animal. that doesn't mean it cant be sad. that doesn't mean you dont pay your respects. be sad it happened#and at the same time thankful for the animal feeding you. dont skip with glee about its sacrifice bc thats just fuckin.... weird...#a lil unhinged......... 'im so glad you're dying for me :)))))))' like.... girl what#not that you cant be happy to be fed just like.... dont sound like a serial killer about it in your inner monologue.............
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No, husband!Nanami doesn't want kids right now - not when you're both at the height of your careers and your relationship. Not even when those older ladies at the office titter and show off their young ones to him.
No, husband!Nanami doesn't want kids right now when that lost little girl at the park comes up to the two of you. Hugging onto your dress while frantically calling you mama - waving her chubby fingers at the two of you when you finally hand her off to her mother.
No, husband!Nanami doesn't want kids right now no matter what your parents have been teasing him about. Just-so-happening to bring out those tucked-away baby albums of you whenever you both came over for dinner. And if he took a few photos of the adorable pictures then, well, doesn't mean he wants kids right now, right? Right?
No, husband!Nanami doesn't admit he wants kids - not even he's got you folded in half like a ragdoll beneath him. In the meanest mating press, cock so swollen and sloppy as he fucks his seed into you for the fifth time that night. Two fingers come to pool the cum dribbling out the side of your poor pussy, plugging the mess back in as he whispers, "My love...you're gonna give me a daughter, right?"
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Unreachable
Wandering mind, full of creation
Meandering lines, lost in elation
Each stroke, I broke a little inside
Each fate, I hate. My will defied
I painted this in Feb 2022 about what it's like to be an artist with repetitive strain injury. In 2008, When I was 18, I made my first comic titled 1000 Words, it was about an artist helping a little girl with a broken family similar to my own. It received such positive feedback that I changed my Environmental Science major at UCBerkeley to Art major. Ever since then, my goal has been to tell stories with my art. Stories that are important to me. My next comic, Knite, was about a boy who wants to put the stars back into the polluted skies of China, my homeland. The comic after that, Fisheye Placebo, is a cyberpunk story about living in the age of technology, about fighting censorship and propaganda.
Unfortunately, I never got to finish Knite nor Fisheye Placebo. By the time I was 24, I was drawing day and night with no regards to my health. Not only did I get repetitive strain injury in my drawing hand, but my entire health suffered. My roommates had to rush me to the ER after fainting one night. I remember looking at my swollen right hand, my fingers like sausages, not even able to hold a pen, and just cry.
I've gone to the doctors and physical therapists. One told me I have Lupus (I do not), and another told me to put ice on it. More recently, I met a friend who happens to an amazing physical therapist and he was able to help me regain a lot of use of my hand. At my worst, I could only draw an hour a week, but now I am able to draw 2 hours a day. My hand is unlikely to fully heal, but I'm so grateful to regain what I have.
To my fellow artists who suffers the same, please know you're not alone. I can't promise that it'll get better, and it's cliche to say don't give up, but I want to keep hoping that no matter what the world throws at us, we will continue to make art.
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