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I’ve been thinking about this for awhile and I think I’m gonna move my writings over to another blog and keep this one for personal thoughts and randomness.
If you followed me here for stories, I’ll update when I make the new blog for that and i’ll reblog all the stories from this one to the new one.
Are children still making forts? Is this something children are doing? There is so much stuff on people’s lawns for clean up week and all I can think about is if they are taking the time to make forts-
So, I saw a lot of people talking about vague posting and such involving the ghost situation. And I feel like, I can help a bit. I know there is already a post on this topic with links but incase, I can provide them again if anyone missed it or doesn't want to scroll through the tag for answers. Here is the links to the documents: Ghost & Pals Controversy Masterdoc - Google Docs - This is the master doc for all the issues involving ghost. my experience with ghost - Google Docs Enoch's Document of their experience with Ghost (They were their roommate and friend) The Distortionist Incident - Google Docs - The conversation around Ghost's song "The Distortionist". Here is a summary of what I understand of the situation and I feel like I only understand a small portion of it: -Enoch was their roommate and was almost poisoned by Ghost who was using bleach to clean, including to clean cat pee which causes it to become a toxic gas. -Was racist to indigenous people on bluesky before deleting their account. Comparing it to struggles with DID? -The Distortionist was about a 15 year old, Star of the show is said to be about Creep-P, Spider on the wall is about another 15 year old. -Ghost was making fun of fan creations relating to their music and art. -Creep-P went to a psych ward in fear of Ghost. I cannot read all the tweets relating to the situation since I don't have a twitter anymore and it restricts you from seeing any replies, etc. Do not harass anyone involved. You are allowed to be upset, especially if you saw Ghost's work as Inspiration. I wrote a post asking for song suggestions, this is the reason for it mostly. Any song suggestions are welcomed!
It's in the works
That long and chaotic oc sheet I'm working on? I'm working on it and It's pretty long so far. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZjQEsoQLUzaI9W4K2vBA3UUV5ZEHSBEQcsvAfFB64DQ/edit?usp=sharing this is the google document link as I feel like using google docs was the easiest way to show people for now. I'm taking suggestions, so feel free to reply with some or DM me some ideas too!!
Get hyped!
VENT POST
I'm learning that two musical artists who's music I love are in controversy and It's upsetting. It's also when people downplay situations like this by saying "news for the unemployed",etc that gets under my skin. So, if you know any songs or artists with good music and you want to share them here, feel free, I always need new music!! I personally like metal, rock, pop, rap, electronic dance music, etc. All suggestions are valid and welcomed as I'm always willing to try new genres!! Thank you in advance :D
Me when I'm talking to my friends and the convo gets chaotic and fun:
It's in the works
That long and chaotic oc sheet I'm working on? I'm working on it and It's pretty long so far. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZjQEsoQLUzaI9W4K2vBA3UUV5ZEHSBEQcsvAfFB64DQ/edit?usp=sharing this is the google document link as I feel like using google docs was the easiest way to show people for now. I'm taking suggestions, so feel free to reply with some or DM me some ideas too!!
I'm making a long and chaotic oc sheet.
If you have any suggestions of things to add, please feel free to reply! :D I'm gonna post the google doc link here and put a tumblr-friendly version as well (if possible)
I don't think I need to explain this one
The Beginning of an End (STORY)
CW: Death, violence, War and More. The smoke hit them first, the fire after. The bodies of their companions slumped over the barren landscape as the radiation seemed to pour from every hole in the ground. No one knew what the time was, only that this war had gone on for awhile, possibly years, at least it felt like it. The only indication that time was passing was the slow sinking of the moon and the violent rising of the sun. Why were they even fighting? It was simple, there wasn't a choice. No where was safe, not the nearby villages, not the most far continent. The whole world was being destroyed and there was nothing they could do about it. They tried to fight against governments of other places, they tried to fight their own, yet it never ended well. Nuclear warfare was now common. Each day, a new weapon was dropped and a place was wiped off the face of the world. The Continent of North America was the first to go, the many bombs collapsing the land down into the water, creating a large crater that replaced it. The current fight was crowded and despite the growing realization that they were just being used as toys in a war that didn't matter, they couldn't stop, there was nothing to go back to. It was then that a faint blue entity in the distance, catching the eye of one strange guard, as if it was the sun itself. He stood confused yet terrified of this object before his attention turned away towards the sound of his comrades shouting in vain for him to run. The land was struck, a bright light cascading around from the point of impact, the land itself being torn and destroyed, the sky no longer present and the people he saw moments prior wiped without a trace. In this short amount of time, he looked at his hands, watching as the light consumed him as well, ripping the skin from his bones. His shoulders sank and a strange feeling of calm rushed over him in these final moments. His body going limp. The light continued and it was then that the attacker, along with the rest of the human race realized that this was the true end. Wiped from existence. ------------------------------------ The world was nothing. No land, sky or air. What remained behind, being random objects and organic matter, was a miracle if anything. The world was now a void. Depleted of any signs of life. Hovering over the void world was now a blue entity, who seemed to carelessly float around before stopping at what it believed to be the center of this world. It's form seemed to flow like air itself, it's form wavering in and out of view. It was time for this void to start a new, the entity knew this and allowed the void to repair itself with it's guidance. There was no trees, no animals, but there was something without a form, appearing in the center of the void. A new life.
IS LINK FROM TLOZ AUTISTIC/Autistic Coded?
No, He's not
Yes he is
He's Autistic AND OCD!
He's Autistic and ADHD
Autistic, ADHD and OCD
ADHD only
OCD only
This came up in a chat with my friends and I got curious about what everyone thinks on this topic!!
After spending a day in a cavern, you arrive back at the surface. The warm sun and breeze hits you, smelling like fresh grass and dew from rain. The sky is a gradient of oranges, clouds moving gently across it's surface. The trees, bushes and flowers all seem to sparkle as the sun hits them and everything radiates a warm glow. You head back to your home, a neat cabin in the woods that smells of pine and oak yet manages to keep you warm at night. Surrounded by dense trees, you enter your home and quickly fetch yourself a meal from your wooden kitchen. Fruits from your garden, some bread from the wheat you milled and finally, some butter from the wandering trader that passes by occasionally. You sit down at your rough wooden table, cut and shaped from an collapsed tree and enjoy your dinner. The birds singing can be heard as the sunlight starts to leave beyond the trees and over the horizon, the birds quieting down as the stars from your window sparkle. It's finally time to rest.
When you want to play Pokemon Pokopia but don't own a switch 2, don't want to pay nintendo money due to their whole business and how it's been doing for awhile but MY FAVORITE POKEMON SHIELDON IS IN THE GAME, I NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY SOUND- WHAT IS THEIR PERSONALITY LIKE???? THIS IS IMPORTANT INFORMATION
The crunching of the soft snow drowns out the silence in your mind as the gentle snowfall allows you to see the trees and the bushes. You put one paw in front of the other, repeating this process as you feel the sun shining down through the trees. You move your tail back and forth, content as you make your way to the side of a nearby pond. The pond shines, still water on the surface with the occasional dragonfly flying across, creating rings. There is a small gap between the trees, like a tiny beach that you find as you sit down, pawing at the water nearby. Inside the water, there is tiny curious fish, each occasionally swimming towards you before swimming away. A loud croak can be heard and you turn your head to see a frog sat down on a moist rock near the pond edge. It's warm, the sun now directly on your fur as you lay down, the subtle sounds of the forest drowning out any space for doubt. The light scent of daisies and moss floating around on the breeze. feel free to stay here for as long as you like.
Inside the computer, from the mouths of other people and from the booming voice in your mind, you can hear everything. everything and anything. The weight, the grime, the spit builds up, forming like cement on your back, your shoulders, your skull. It starts to drag you down, your body wanting to collapse. Your tired, of fighting, of losing, of their judgement. Your tired of their eyes watching you, their whispering voices of things yet to be said and things said many times. You are tired. You can't do anything right, you can't sit still and you can't move on. You can't talk right, you can't act right, you can't breathe right. You are not right. Despite this now being in writing, do you truly believe it has to be this way? If you are wrong in a world full of people who seem to exist knowing the horrors, would you want to be right? In a world of everything beyond what was stated in a history book, where the worst thing you can imagine, is barely scratching the surface, do you want to be with the ones saying it's fine? You are not their right.
The snow piles up, the glass fogs and the glass of hot chocolate warms your hands as you feel a weighted blanket wrapped around you. Inside the logged cabin, the air is warm and smells slightly of baked goods, the lights matching the warmth radiating around. The tv in front of you has animal crossing city folk loaded up and the music of the plaza gently plays. In the background, you can hear people chatting, getting stuff from the cabinets. They are your closest friends, allies, family. The snow outside even seems tame compared to how it normally is, snowflakes drifting down, almost dancing in the air. Only a few minutes until K.K Slider comes to your town to perform as you gulp down some hot chocolate, the others joining you to watch the concert. You are home.
Her Father, her mother, her sister, her brother. None of them could see it. The cracks in the pavement allowing flowers to bloom, the insects following the curves to their next meal. The sky's luscious hues and the crows that flew around, free from the ground beneath them. Their family walks were always like this, her eyes darting along the path to each detail, more interesting then the last. Yet they never bothered to listen, let alone understand her. They didn't even notice her trailing behind most times, or stopping when they had walked ahead, lost in a world she didn't want to be part of. Their phones in their hands, their eyes judgmental of everyone who passed. One day, when she stopped to think about it, she finally looked at them, realization dawning on her. Bringing them into her world would corrupt what beauty and interest it had, would cause it to lose all meaning and substance. Maybe it was better that she was never listened to.