Oleander

The gay who's crying in the closet.

[tunya-34]

*Haha...it's...colder than I thought.

[wallkum]

The first thing they'll do when they get their touchscreen phones. After breaking them, of course.

[depsidase]

[homunculus-argument]

The biggest fault in playing magic the gathering online is not being able to physically strangle your opponents. When the fuck did everyone else get the fucking Turbo Steroid Decks starting every game with some fuckass zero cost card going "if you have seven cards in your hand rn you win immediately no matter what" that summons a 12/13 Fuckzilla with vigilance and deathtouch. Like oh wow wowwee congratulations fuck you. I wonder if your mother is self-aware enough to regret having children.

[homunculus-argument]

All I'm saying is that if your entire fucking deck consists of cards that are all just instants of "kill every creature that your opponent just fucking cast in their last turn uwu" and your entire game tactic all just boils down to preventing me from playing, I should be allowed a dialogue option of saying "Wow. You should kill yourself."

[what-even-is-thiss]

I collected every color of Minecraft sheep and I was trying to give them all creative names but by the time I got to the last one I was tired so I just named it purple

[what-even-is-thiss]

In order I got Ms. White, Mr. Green, Green Lite, Captain Gray, Earl Gray, Frau Shwartz, Blu Barry, Sky Blu, Pink Prime, Fruit Punch Red, Cocoa, Orange U. Glaad, It Was All Yellow, Cyan’t believe it, Magentleman, and purple.

Yeah you can see me losing my sanity as the names go on

[depsidase]

[eorjfls]

Also thinking about it, Night Vale (and probably Desert Bluffs) doesn’t exist to the rest of the world in probably any universe or any timeline because of what happened back in 1983, so Cecil will have to struggle and explain to the people of London and The Mangus Institute why he doesn’t remember his birthday, and why every time someone looks up his name or Night Vale it shows that Night Vale was destroyed and all of its citizens were wiped out.

“No no-look! I know how crazy and weird it sounds but, Night Vale, the Night Vale of this universe, was removed from its timeline by Huntokar the destroyer, which broke Night Vale’s reality and.. I’m sorry, is that a syringe..?”

So you’re are in this new place, with this new job. You and your town don’t exist to the rest of the world and you barely have any form identification on you because you accidentally left your wallet in your bag in your studio somewhere, in the town people don’t know it still exists. Cecil is going to be struggling!

[byjove]

Sherlock Holmes is a perfectly normal autistic guy with a roommate who is deeply perplexed by him.

[oldinterneticons]

[deepfrieddeltarunememes]

Susie wants a statue in Castle Town with her flexing and Kris and Ralsei hanging off her biceps. cool

[pineappical]

thinking about statues of Grace being built all around Erid years after his passing so he can continue to watch over Eridians as they sleep

[cabinette]

[redstonedust]

if i was a youtuber and i saw someone making gay fanfiction of me i dont think i'd neccescarily enjoy it because i'm aroace as fuck but i'd also be like oh hell yes i've made it. i'm in the yaoi big leagues now. sign me up for that markiplier money im riding this stock to the moon.

[nightingale-prompts]

A Matter of Perspective- DCXDP prompt

Danny used to be scared of ghosts. Hard not to when your parents constantly warn you how dangerous they are. It was comforting when his mom and dad would sit next to his bed at night telling him that if a ghost did try to hurt him they'd catch them and keep him safe.

Now he was a ghost and ghosts aren't so scary. They at alot like humans actully with wants and fears. He can't even remember why he thought they were scary.

Actually its humans who are kinda weird looking. They are so fleshy and oddly proportional. Their eyes are too small and dull. Then again Danny had trouble recognizing their faces now. They blur together most of the time.

What Danny didn't know was that he didn't remember what ghost used to look like in his human eyes. From twisted elongated necks that stretched from ceiling to floor, to hollow stretched black holes where their eyes would have been, to the rotted hanging jaws peeled of lips. Ghosts were a parody of normal anatomy, all twisted into horrid forms.

And their voices.

Their voices all sounded so familiar but strange, for a moment you wanted to listen and then you wanted to never hear it again.

He used to listen to them outside his window when he went to the countryside to visit relatives. He'd hear is grandfather tap on the glass.

"Danny you've gotten so big." he'd say "Why dont you come out and play with your Pop-pop? I can still throw a ball around."

Danny used to hide under the covers because he knew they just buried granddad a few days ago.

The thing's knarled black fingers would tap restlessly and get more insistent with each call. Its white pinprick pupils stared into his. Danny could only look at it paralyzed in fear.

Now Danny could play a few rounds with the old man and he couldn't understand how he didn't recognize his granddad.

Now he couldn't understand why people were so afraid of him. He was taking a bit of vaction/tour and whenever he transformed to do some light hero work people would run. Not just the bad guys but the citizens as well.

He didn't get it. Other heros around here didn't get that treatment. Was it because he was new?

He had no idea just how different he looking in the eyes of people who were not ghosts.

[talisidekick]

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

[jordozo]

Project Iron Backrooms 🥹

[bronzeplates]

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i feel like simon wouldn't be weirded out by the "watching you sleep" thing, he was a prisoner for at least a while. and im sure there wasn't much room on Eden for privacy. on the same hand, why would anyone have a "sleepover" when they're all constantly having a sleepover? ergo: what the fuck is a sleepover

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[cozy-stardust]

Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.

Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.

And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.

[till-dawn-do-us-part]