Cause bad habits they die hard

"Sometimes, good people do bad things. Sometimes it's bad people doing good things. And sometimes, a perpetual fuck-up fucks up in a spectacular way and manages to unfuck a few people's lives. Three guesses which one I am, and the first two don't count." - Marceline indie technomancer OC, written by fionnuir general tw for abuse, drug use, body horror, and violence. triggers will be appropriately tagged. please check rules and about before following. anon=on (please don't make me change that)

[voiladavis]

[paxtonifyouplease]

Staring at your dash and wanting to interact with an RPer but being afraid to talk to them because you have no real idea of how your characters would talk. 

[labors]

struggling with the urge to indulge my capacity for violence

[flavoracle]

"Shut the Laptop" is the Nerd Equivalent of "Drop the Mic"

[ffsimsohigh]

[rinmaidtsuoka]

[spaacemusings]

              Do you think I’d abandon you?

                               Leave you to deal with your problems alone?

                                                  Oh, no, I don’t think so.

                                                                Don’t you see? We’re a team, me and you.

                                                  You and I are going to make it through this.

                               I won’t leave you. Not now.

              Not ever.

[roselesliesource]

“My siblings and I spent most of our days rolling around in puddles, clambering through bushes and climbing trees – it was glorious [growing up in the Scottish countryside]. As soon as I hear a wood pigeon I’m immediately transported back there. It’s the one place on earth where I feel very settled and grounded and at peace. “

[spinnin-burnice]

Sure, you could just ask, but this also takes care of the host gift thing.

[consolia]

I’d like to write code for a single digit system. One single digit would be called SIT, creating the least stressful dev job ever.

[xbitesback]

@frantictechnomantic from (x)

     The contact of Marcy’s hands nearly had her jumping out of her skin without her ritual complete, and instantly her tongue was checking her fangs behind closed lips. Marcy’s words hit her slowly, steeping in her mind as they slowly locked into place. She wasn’t crazy. She only felt crazy. Marcy understood.

     Did she? Did she know what it was like to spend every waking moment worrying about the safety of others? Rafferty spent her nights falling asleep with the concern that she would be found or her curtains would be open. She had to check them every hour on the hour until she fell asleep. Did Marcy know what that was like? Did she?

     Stop.

     That wasn’t what Marcy meant. Stop. Marcy meant she knew what it was like to have coping mechanisms that still made you feel crazy. Stop! Marcy meant well!

     Rafferty’s head dipped back down over the rosary, her eyes locked on the bead she’d been praying, and she thought for a moment she might cry. “It’s easier. To say I’m crazy.” Lips pulled into a forced, pained smile.

     She would have to start over on the prayer now, but as long as they weren’t going out yet, it could wait.

     “It’s all people hear when I try t’ explain it, anyway.”

[frantictechnomantic-blog]

     “Yeah, well...people are assholes.”

     She knew that well enough. The pain of having someone mock you for cowering when they raised their voice, the humiliation of not being able to function when in too crowded of a club, the paralyzing sensation of someone’s hand touching you at just the wrong spot in just the wrong way, everything leading to the need to nearly boil yourself in the shower and scrub until your skin was raw, making sure you were clean enough, that you’d worked hard enough to scrub the memories away and get him off of your skin.

     “They don’t get it because they’ve never been in hell. They don’t get it because they’ve never had someone lay hands on them, take away their autonomy, try to make them prisoner. They don’t know the desperation of wanting out so badly it doesn’t matter if you die, and they sure as hell don’t understand what it’s like to need to keep yourself sane in whatever way it takes. And I might not pray to keep stuff together, but I do get what it’s like to have to keep yourself from falling apart with your own means.”

     Her hands fell away, limp at her sides as she confessed. “For me, it’s not a...a drive to affect anyone else. I’ve got...Fuck.” Now might not have been the best time to bring this up, but if it helped Rafferty? It was well worth it.

     “You know how I had to use the shower here the other day, and after, it smelled like I’d cleaned the place top to bottom? It’s because I ran into an ex who did some awful shit to me. He touched me. Not in any way that’d bother most people, but he...”

     Yeah. Horrible time to bring this up. “He dragged his hand over my arm, and the tone he used, and the smile he gave me...it took me right back and I had to wash him off. I had to use the bleach in there because I bled a little and I didn’t want you freaking out. So...yeah. You’re not the only one dealing with shit. It’s not the same, I know, but...yeah.”

[askkairi]

some reincarnation AUs

I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life (jk yes I am)

I’ve met you in every single lifetime and I always hope it will work out but it doesn’t but I’ll still keep finding you again because those few days/months/years together with you are always so worth it 

 I meet and fall in love with you in every lifetime at the same age but your age is always different so it never works out and for the first time I’m meeting you when we’re the same age and I’m horrified that I might fuck this up 

 I skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and I know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back 

 We only remember each other in alternating lifetimes so every lifetime we have to find one another and convince each other that we’re soul mates but half the time I won’t believe you and half the time you’re already dating someone else 

 I don’t know how to tell you this but the reason you didn’t see me in our last reincarnation cycle is because for some fucked up reason I was reincarnated as your dog 

 We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

[xbitesback]

              male? female??                                      only a SITH deals in absolutes

[binaominagata]

Most epic fight ever would be between a Stormtrooper and a Redshirt: the Stormtrooper misses every single shot, the Redshirt dies anyway.

[frantictechnomantic-blog]

[frantictechnomantic-blog]

          ‘Haha, and then what?’ this, fuckboy.

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[allinox]

[frantictechnomantic-blog]

Pass me that lovely little gun My dear, my darling one The cleaners are coming, one by one You don't even want to let them start 

They are knocking now upon your door They measure the room, they know the score They're mopping up the butcher's floor Of your broken little hearts 

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Hey, little train! Wait for me! I once was blind but now I see Have you left a seat for me? Is that such a stretch of the imagination?