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Just a gentle reminder that you were not put on this Earth to hate your body.
I had the strangest interaction with a customer a few days ago(for context, I work at a gas station/convenience store) I was bagging her items and she just goes "Oh my goodness! You have such long finger!" And like, I suppose I do but wth lol(picture of hand for additional context) She then asked if I played piano which I do not and then she went on her way, I fuckin love people
Shoutout to my older sister who called me from the living room so that she could check what kind of gay flag her webtoon character had on their phone.
It was gender neutral? if you’re curious
In her own words “There’s too many flags to remember them all, everybody’s just gay”
Okay, so is it just me or is there not enough fanfiction about disenchantment?
The show on Netflix you know like it’s such a great show it’s got Queer characters It’s got characters you’ll get emotionally attached to and it’s got a great storyline in my opinion.
I feel like crying and ripping my heart out at the end of it whenever I watch the series over and over again like oh my fucking God it’s so terrorising and I just wanna cry!
I feel like the show is really underrated like it’s such a good one. In my opinion. I think it’s done really well like not enough people talk about it and there’s not enough fanfiction about it. Pacifically there’s not enough fanfiction about Luci!!
Like seriously this dude is my favourite character and there’s like barely anything about him anywhere and then I’m like crying at the end of the show and I warned my comfort fanfiction and I can’t find any ):
Winding down
Synopsis: A mission's end is always an odd thing to live through, but you've found ways to manage, WARNINGS!: depiction of injury, pain, description of gun sounds and bullets. Canon-typical violence (mission) Little notes: Hurt my thumb (big typing finger for me) so if there are any errors with spelling, please don't mind This blog is still very much new to me, so if you have any little silly comments or requests for bonus stuff, send an ask! It'll make my day :) enjoy! (but only if you wanna)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was dust in the air, swirling like a typhoon that simply ached to consume you and all you held dear. It doesn't throw anyone off, though, you've all been trained better than that. Price's voice is in your ear again, biting out the order to "get out of there, you dolt, bomb's off in thirty seconds." It's nothing you've never heard before, you know you've cut it closer and got out fine, so you wait until you have to reload to push the button on your radio and bite back a response. "Give me ten, Cap, and I'll be clear. Stragglers." You can hear him growl under his breath, but quiet. Some part of you would smirk in satisfaction, tease the old man over knowing damn well you could pull your weight, but there isn't time for that now. You're on the clock, and it ticks much too fast The familiar, satisfying click soothes any remaining thought as you slam the gun's magazine into your thigh to push it in the rest of the way, peek out from behind your cover to unleash another spray of shots into the idiot who was trying to creep up on you. Fifteen seconds
If your ear serves you right, only one left. if you take him out in five, that leaves you ten to get out. Risky, but the odds aren't zero. Your radio buzzes back to life, but now it's the other John yapping at you, something something "Get out of there." and then your name. Johnny doesn't use your callsign, but your name. It pulls you back from the edge of bloodlust just long enough for your mental count to hit ten. "Right. Clearing out." That's all you bother with before setting on your mad dash for the exit of the decrepit concrete rectangle that is this building. West's compromised, too piled with bodies to be a safe bet for running, and East is blocked. So you run North, through unfamiliar, winding hallways, for your life. Six seconds
The thumps of your boots aren't alone. You were right, though, there's only one more soul in this nasty shit-hole. Five seconds You hear a magazine getting knocked into place, cuss to yourself and push even harder, try your damnedest to get out of this unscathed. It isn't looking good now. Four seconds A bullet tears through the wall right next to your head when you turn the corner with a resounding crack. Fuck. The thrum of adrenaline is the only thing that supports you as you continue the mad dash for the door, see it at the end of a long, straight hallway. Three seconds This is getting worse by the second, and you know it. This fucker has good aim, there's no space to zigzag or dash in a random direction like a flighty, scared animal. Two seconds Time to run the gauntlet. Glass crunches beneath the soles of worn boots, you fly through the hallway as fast as your legs will allow, silently screaming a prayer to a god you know never listens. One second
Right as you cross the doorway, there's another crack of a bullet, but it's drowned out by the bomb finally going off. The shockwave is so intense that it launches you into the air (it feels much higher than it is), and, all at once, you turn to get a look of who almost managed to put you in a box. They're all dolled up in tac gear, but you know the look in their eyes the second you spot it. It's the same determination that drives you forward, raw and feral and it's tinged by the rush of adrenaline you live for. Young, too, they couldn't be older than you were when you first joined the task force. Then, when the ceiling above them cracks and stars to come down, it's fear. Your memories of the minutes after are loose at best, but you try to piece them together. You know that, at some point, you rose to your feet, made the jog back to the evac point with that rookie's blood sprayed on the vest that caught their last bullet. It would have hit you right between the ribs. You know that Kyle wordlessly sets a cigarette between your parted lips, pulls you in by the neck to light it with his own, hazel eyes focused as he calms himself back down. You know that he's there, next to you, like always, it warms you, if only slightly. Kyle doesn't press, doesn't try to talk, but he makes a point to show you that he's there. You know that Johnny breathes out a plume of that weird vape shit he's been swearing by (it smells like a public restroom if it was mint flavored), makes a bad joke about "butt fucking" because that's what they call bumming a light in Scotland. You think his friends just picked it up from shitty American movies and lied to him. You know that, when you finally take a drag, the nicotine shocks your systems back into full function. You know that when you open your eyes again, the world is clear. You see Price trot forward and let out a breath of both annoyance and pride. He used to tear you a new one every time you pulled a stunt like this, but now he knows better, knows you operate at your best in the split second between like and death. So now, you feel his hand pat the shoulder of your vest, resigned but proud. You feel your cheeks round with a small smile when you finally pull the cig back from between you lips, finally yourself again. "Not bad, ain't it? All targets neutralized." Your voice is just a little raspier than normal, tinged with the fading of your adrenaline high. From the corner of your eye, you see Ghost, leaning on the helicopter's side. He nods. "Aye, that was feckin' pretty, ye stupid lil cunt!" Your snort seems to make Johnny beam even wider than before, you feel the warmth of his side as he pulls you into a firm, one-armed hug. Out of sheer habit, you retch jokingly, and shove him back. "Gross! You're fucking sweaty, Soap, don't muck up my good shirt!" Your 'good shirt' is torn at the bottom hem, has a fine spray of blood on it, and is half-covered in concrete dust from the former building that is now a pile of smoking rubble a few hundred meters away. It'll all come off in the wash, just like today's sins will spiral into the drain of a weird-smelling communal shower room. And you know, come tomorrow, you'll be training with your boys once more, trading quips and barbs and soaking in camaraderie. For now, that's more than enough.
i think i like mushitarou. he is literally me. we both constantly act like we’re on the verge of a breakdown and are probably just a little insane, i also really want to look like him, so errrrrrrr, yeah. new favorite character dropped.
wait, wait hear me out
souheki with poe as a third wheel who’s kinda into ranpo. when the three of them are together it’s kinda like:
poe: so, uh…
ranpo, already anticipating the kind of thing he’s going to say: poe, my partner’s literally 10 feet away.
poe: ok…
and then he’s just completely miserable around the two of them. and then ranpo will ask poe to drive him and dazai places and it’s just really awkward.
tysm for tagging me @violight-ghost ! it means sm (:
favorite color: eggshell white! i like it because it feels very me (also because white is punpun's signature color) (i relate to him on a mental level)
last song listened to: friend analysis by fandroid music (it's mid) (i listened to it because someone on the kinitopet tumblr said it's bangin) (it's not)
currently reading: "you look at me the same" by imperialtrash on ao3. it's a sharon marsh x linda stotch fanfic (south park fanfic) (it's banging) (i'm a sucker for rarepairs)
currently watching: smiling friends because my friends said it's cool and funny (it is)
currently craving: food that's hot and savory (it could be anything because i'm poor and desperate)
coffee or tea: does milktea count? coffee makes me anxious and tea is boring asf (i'm not british so i don't get the hype)
i'm going to tag @yourmaidsp @anek939 @dellnet @triggerette @crzakioo @valentinerosse next! others can join too (: have fun!
Got tagged by @qrevo on one of those Get to know me tag games (pretty awesome)
Favourite colour: Uhhh... Big fan of black, you know? Most of my clothes are black and it is nice on my eyes. Also, it reminds me of my cool, yet wicked soul. I also like gray a lot.
Last song listened to: I have not been really on a music mood these last months, but I did recently download ACTIVE PAIN on my phone because I could not find it on my usual music places. It plays at the end of the Umineko chapter three tea party and I like the lyrics because they are about Ange (good character). That does not really give any new information about me, so I will share some songs I have had on loop recently. Una Nube Cuelga Sobre Mi, song for my lost ghost friend, and Spinning Wheel
Currently reading: I have not been on a reading mood lately, so I am not exactly "currently" reading it, but Umineko (still at chapter six), which is my current obsession (you should read it), and Higurashi (still at chapter two [also read this one])
Currently watching: I have not been on a mood to watch movies or series (starting to see a pattern) and I am not a big fan of watching them anyways, but I was watching Revolutionary Girl Utena last year (I stopped at the end of the Black Rose arc, still a really interesting anime). And I am not sure if it counts, but I have been watching a lot of survival horror games from Toaster's channel (I really like horror games[they are interesting])
Currently craving: I could really use several boxes of pizza right now and maybe weed
Coffee or tea: I am scared of coffee and tea has never tasted particularly nice to me. I usually just drink water
Apparently I got to tag six people so uhhh... @dogboyrufus @snowiewowee @no1withablog @bitchboi-gogurt @goosdra @when-they-meow and you 🫵 unless you do not want to
Do you answer asks on here? I know you said somewhere on your page that its okay to ask you but i get the impression that this is not true. You seem to put on a sociable persona while i get the feeling that youre actually incredibly bad at handling social situations, (If i recall i think you mentioned somewhere on your blog that you are autistic so maybe im right)
Anyways, Why do you kin kinito and what do you see in him that makes you wanna identify with him?
hello hello! of course i answer asks— i love answering them! i love it when people show interest in me, or even at least just seem to. it's scary how accurately you describe me /lh i do my best to appear sociable because a lot of people are afraid to approach me irl, because my default expression looks like i'm angry or something.
anyways! (sorry i got carried away rambling) to answer your question, no. i don't kin kinito. i'm inclined to assume that you only misunderstood because of my last post. i was just saying that my vent sounded a lot like what kinito would say, but that's it. it's just something i find funny that i'd like to share regardless if other people think the same or not.
TLDR: i don't kin kinito. he's just my comfort character!
my friends wanted to see the full extent of my strength so they told me to punch the bag thinking that it was someone who hurt kinito, so i punched it as hard as i can but then my hand broke. i can't protect him guys. he's going to die if none of ya step up. i did my part and i did my best. make a dead man proud.
i LOVE the detail how kinito looks like this when he's in Your World with You, and that he's 3 meters tall and is slimy to touch
LOOK idk if i'm just late to the party but if you haven't heard of it already TAKE A LOOK AT THIS FANFICCC YOU GUYS
I PROMISE THIS WILL BE MY LAST POST FOR TODAY
everytime kinito ages a year, you age 4 years. in the userpet with my oc, kinito adopts an 8yo paroro as a 23yo. in the comic, paroro is 14 so that makes kinito 24 💬
oh yeah and in this au, kinito belongs to a higher alien race. he's usually 10ft tall but he can change sizes for convenience
ooo fun fact! kinito's race don't need to eat or drink to survive. they only have to sleep!
another fun fact. their race writes in binary code 🗣
my joker moment is realising that screenshoting an image from tumblr and just cropping it gives you a higher quality than saving it from the app or a browser
I'm going to rant a little bit, so just pass by (；^ω^)
I don't know why, but I have never thought of other universes or AU's with HTTYD. It has never came to my mind that I was even able to think of the franchise in any other way than what was portrayed in the show and movies.
This is me we're talking about. I'm crazy. I just make things up in my head and go with it. Most of the time I change things so far from cannon that I know it's insane. And yet, I thought this show had to stay as it was ??? Until I saw someone else show that it didn't have to be ???
Anyway, thank you for opening my eyes :)
COMPUTER CLASSSS !!!!!!
Sorry for not posting, and especially sorry for liking things but not reblogging (╯︵╰,)
I've always had the idea that Gressil has HPD
Histrionic personality disorder (HPD) is a mental health condition marked by unstable emotions, a distorted self-image and an overwhelming desire to be noticed. People with HPD often behave dramatically or inappropriately to get attention.
Some examples I think he shows:
Be dramatic and extremely emotionally expressive.
Be persistently charming and flirtatious.
Act inappropriately sexual with most of the people they meet, even when they’re not sexually attracted to them.
Speak dramatically and express strong opinions but with few facts or details to support their opinions.
Think that their relationships with others are closer than they usually are.
Need instant gratification and become bored or frustrated very easily.
Some others that he can show, but I don't think he really does:
Feel underappreciated or depressed when they’re not the center of attention.
Have a “larger than life” presence.
Use their physical appearance to draw attention to themselves by wearing bright-colored clothing or revealing clothing.
Be gullible and easily influenced by others, especially by the people they admire.
Have difficulty maintaining relationships, often seeming fake or shallow in their interactions with others.
Constantly seek reassurance or approval.
Just a few examples:
Think that their relationships with others are closer than they usually are.
With Tomoha, to me, it seems like he believes they are closer than they really are. Also, with Gladiolus in the cell. But then again, I think he just acts close to everyone he meets.
Need instant gratification and become bored or frustrated very easily.
Says he joined Mateo because he was bored, and he seems bored of it now, which I think is from him no longer getting attention from Mateo, especially over Tomoha.
Be gullible and easily influenced by others, especially by the people they admire.
Thought/thinks of Rayne as his god, and it seemed/seems like he was willing to do a lot for her (or to even get to her).
Some other thoughts:
Do I think this justifies what he did? No, he was a freak (in a bad way) and weird (also in a bad way). I do think that this could explain some of it though. Aka being the center of attention between the three of them, wanting himself to be looked at.
(Going in-between them in their conversation and making it about him, putting themselves in a life-or-death situation, not letting Tomoha sway him from his plans)
I do think this can explain some of his actions in all the seasons, and I do think he will keep displaying them after... well.. whatever happens.
I have no idea if Gressil having a mental illness/disorder is confirmed by Ms. Freaky, so I could just be putting info that is already cannon out there. But it's one of my headcannons if it's not confirmed, and you do not have to agree with it, or me. Just be kind, and everything, please.
The website I got the information from: Histrionic Personality Disorder: Causes, Symptoms & Treatment
It might not be correct, because it is the internet... so, I'm sorry if it is wrong in anyway
Anyway, I enjoyed this rant session, and maybe you did too :P
It was good :D
Waiting for my therapy session
Waiting for my therapy session
People know I write, but they don't know I write Fanfiction. So, they keep asking me questions like: "How many pages are you in? What's the name? How many do you have?
I can't answer them without giving away I write Fanfiction...
I lied, I never worked on them (；′⌒`)
I tried! Just writing block (AheM- let's call it that) didn't like the fact I tried to make my life better ig, so I didn't work on them and didn't post them...
maybe I eventually will, but right now they are sitting with the dead WIP's...
-:Responses to ‘I love you’ prompts:-
@me-writes-prompts
“I love you too.”
“I don’t.”
“Right.”
“Everyone does, sweetheart. Tell me something new.”
“Do you really, though?” 🤨
“I love you too, but you really need to put that knife down.”
“I have to go.”
“...oh.”
“Oh, so now you love me? Not even a moment ago you hated me.”
“You think you do, but you don’t. You don’t love me.”
“So what? What about it? You’ve told me that a million times, and it all comes down to you wanting to believe that you can still love someone.”
“Do you, now? I love me too <3”
“You should love yourself first, sweetheart.” oooooooh
“I know.”
“It’s okay, you’ll think better of it in no time.”
“So did they, and they still left me.”
"And here I thought we were enemies."
"You're choking me."