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Let expanse contract Aeon become INSTANT
Hey guys. I’m putting this blog on hiatus. I haven’t lost interest or anything, but there is a lot going on in my real life right now. Most pressing being that at the end of this month, I will lose my health insurance and access to treatment for the two severe mental illnesses I have (OCD and Bipolar Disorder). This is incredibly stressful for me. Without my medications, my anxiety was so bad that I couldn’t function. I couldn’t speak to people, turn on my computer, leave my house, ect... I do not qualify for disability apparently because I cannot understand how to fill it out. I am not able to get insurance under the ACA until december at least. I feel like my life is counting down to it’s last moments tbh? Because I worry that I may actually kill myself without access to treatment. This anxiety and feeling on overall defeat makes me unable to do much of anything other than sleep or play video games to escape from it. I can’t get full time at my job because it’s too emotionally damaging and toxic. I would just end up killing myself anyway. According to most people, I’m just lazy. Haha. I think my country and possibly the world just doesn’t care about people with illnesses like mine.
I like the ‘everyday life in the lab’ feel of this manga page
Okabe Rintarou & Makise Kurisu | Steins;Gate
シュタインズ・ゲート-「椎名まゆり」を書いてみました by けむけむ
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i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some
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running my Serious Roleplay Blog™ but also my incorrect quotes sideblog at the same time.
Remember that part of the VN where Okabe blames Daru for Suzuha’s suicide and yells at him until someone finally stops him? Like, legit telling him that he killed his own daughter? Because he was upset and wanted to lash out? Because I do.
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“Wh-” Osamu was at first rather concerned at what almost seemed to be a budding heart attack on the other man’s end, and is then hit by a bizarre whiplash with the following statement. He thinks about it. And then he gets pissed off. “Excuse me?”
Okabe has a familiar look on his face, that of a self-sacrificing idiot who has it in their head that they have a duty to fulfill.
He’s never humored that nonsense before he isn’t going to do so now.
“What do you think this is, the third act of a Disney movie where you make a ‘heroic decision’ to do everything on your own? This isn’t one of your chuuni fantasies, Okabe.” He hopes the dry cynicism will be as effective here as it is against certain younger reckless idiots.
“If you could do it alone, you would’ve done it by now. Refusing collaboration isn’t going to do anything but damn us further.” Osamu talks in a low hiss and grabs him by the shoulders, twisting him around so that they’re facing each other and his words can’t be ignored.
“I need you to understand that, mister lone wolf. Let’s contemplate your line of thought for a second, ok? Say I do leave, and try to pretend I never came here or saw what I saw, and you go on trying to save the day by yourself. What if the time machine is stolen by SERN before you can use it? What then? SERN clearly has enough info to find us in the first place, and they also very clearly don’t want anyone knowing about time travel. They’d track down every last lab member, myself included, and either kill us or do lord knows what unspeakable things to us. We are outnumbered and overpowered in this battle, Okabe, we will all be fucked.”
He briefly glances over at the two in the corner to make sure they haven’t noticed anything. Good. Still absorbed in their work. “…And it’s true that we might still be fucked if we work together, but it certainly isn’t going to hurt our chances to have as many hands on deck as possible, ok?”
“Trust me, I am as unhappy to be stuck working with you as you doubtlessly are to be working with me, but we do not have the luxury to be picky about this. So cut the shit and lets get to work.”
⟲.•÷•..× He’s always been THAT type. The type to lash out when angry. The type to always find someone to blame, usually himself. But this time, anger flares up in him. This idiot has no idea what he’s been through. What he’s seen. Now he’s waltzing in like he’s going to make all the difference? Get real. Okabe has half a mind to strip him out his membership right there. To send a D-Mail to himself saying he’s a SERN spy and never let him in the lab to start with. Osamu isn’t going to help. He’s just going to forget everything anyway. He thinks he wants to be a lone wolf? He’s right. He doesn’t have the luxury to be picky. He has no choice but to be alone.
His response is to push the other away. He doesn’t need this guy yelling in his face like he’s a kid. He may be a genius or whatever, but he has no idea what he’s talking about. SERN going after the other lab mems is something he was concerned about, initially. But he doubts they even know how many there are. Moeka is giving them intel. She only knows about 5 of them, herself included. Unless someone is here when the raid starts, they’ll probably be fine. It’s stupid to think they’d hunt down everyone. A connection could be drawn to the lab that way. The SERN would have left a trail. Capturing or killing a few people in a building after a fake terror threat, that is NOTHING compared to hunting down 9 people and killing them. All with a connection to certain people. Get real. He’s right. This isn’t some chuuni fantasy. They wouldn’t be able to find the other lab mems unless someone confessed who they all were. Daru and Kurisu wouldn’t do that, and neither would he.
He stands up, not wanting to allow the other to get close to him again. The anger is so clear in his body language that he hardly even needs to speak. He’s tense, anger, hurt, and so tired. He doesn’t need this brat coming in here acting like a badass. He has to hold himself back from punching him.
“You got me killed.” Venom seeps into his tone. “So excuse me if I don’t really feel like listening to how superior our chances are with you here.” He pauses. He doesn’t even want to speak. He’ll time leap as soon as he can and erase this entire scene. He doesn’t need more blood on his hands, and he doesn’t need this moron making things worse.
“They WON’T go after the other lab mems. They don’t even know who you all are. I know who the insider is. I know who they know of. And you... You can’t do ANYTHING. You won’t even remember any of this next time. And don’t pretend there won’t BE a next time. You aren’t a hero. You can’t come here and save us, fix everything. If I can’t do it, you sure as hell can’t.” His voice is quieter than intended. Muffled and restrained to keep himself from shouting. He’s shaking.
“I can’t even REMEMBER how many times I’ve done this. Having YOU of all people on this with me, it won’t matter. YOU don’t matter. Do you understand? NONE of us do. Just like... Mayuri. If you’re going to die, you will. It doesn’t matter how much or little you know. I don’t want your help. I don’t even want you here.”
He feels a wave of despair wash over him. That’s right. Not even he, himself, believes he can save Mayuri. He’s just going through it in a vain hope that he can. He’s tired. Osamu leaping is pointless. At least in that world, he was dead too. Then he wouldn’t have to think ever again. Even if Mayuri still died, at least he wouldn’t have to feel anything about it. At least he could sleep. It only makes him hate himself more to think that way.
“If you EVER touch the machine again, in ANY worldline, I won’t let you back in here. I don’t care if you’re friends with Kurisu.” ×.•÷•..⟳
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Moeka shakes the knob of M3’s apartment once to see if it’s open, and then pulls out her spare key when it isn’t.
Just as he said, Shiina is waiting inside for her. Moeka finds herself staring blankly at the frail girl. She really is just a teenager. This is stating the obvious, of course she is, that’s why M3 needs her to act as caretaker in his stead, but at the same time, it tugs at something in her chest.
She feels guilty. M3′s preoccupation with this young girl’s care has been irking her since its beginning, but there’s really no logical reason to feel threatened by a child. It’s stupid. This girl is no older than she was when M3 extended his hand to her. Of course he would do the same for someone he already knows and cares for.
Her bitterness was stupid. Is stupid.
And she’s been staring at Shiina for three minutes now.
“…I am…Okabe’s…friend. The one who will…take care of you while he’s away…He said you would…know that I was coming…” She hopes he also told her that she talks like a suspicious person, or Shiina might call the police on her. Even if it is brought on by shyness, it doesn’t come across that way, not with her blank, lifeless tone of voice. She just sounds creepy.
“…My name is…Kiryu Moeka…Okabe said that you…like to make up nicknames for people…so you may call me…whatever you wish…” Moeka takes a long pause after she’s finished this sentence, although she’s well aware she must seem incredibly off-putting. Despite M3′s attempts to get her to talk like a normal person…her level of success in achieving this is incredibly limited. “…have you taken your painkillers yet…? If so…I will take us out for breakfast…”
Her budget won’t be great, and she’s basically planning to take Shiina to the cheapest waffle house in the area, but she would like to at least create the impression of an adult who can afford to eat out and would do so for reasons besides a lack of cooking skills, even if it’ll only be a matter of time until Shiina notices how much packaged food she’s being fed.
╰☆☆ Meeting Okabe again was a dream come true. She still remembered how sad he looked the last time she had seen him. Both of their parents had died, so of course he was sad. It didn’t feel real to her. She was younger than him, so his perception of death may have.... Hurt more. She begged and pleaded with her grandmother to take him in too. But it didn’t happen. She couldn’t afford to raise two children. And it hardly mattered. Grandma died only a few years later anyway. Mayuri’s time in the system is far less than Okabe’s. And now, thanks to him, she was out of it. He isn’t the same as he used to be. He’s even quieter, distant, and seems just as sad to her.
At first, it seemed like life would start getting better. Until... She got sick. She was always energetic, so when that stopped it was concerning. She didn’t tell anyone, however. She didn’t want to be a burden, like she always was. And of course, it just got worse. By the time it was found, it was already spreading into her lymph nodes. And now they were trying various treatments. Okabe was trying so hard to help her. Part of her wishes they never would have met again. Perhaps he would have been spared the pain of having her die too. As much as she tries to be optimistic, it’s hard.
When the girl finally talks, Mayuri smiles at her. Okabe had mentioned Moeka-san. He said that she was strange, incredibly shy, by a trustworthy and reliable person. He didn’t offer much on how they met, but Mayuri was happy he had someone he trusted in his life.
“Moeka-san.” She doesn’t want to be disrespectful to Okabe’s friend, so she doesn’t bother with a nickname yet. Her name wasn’t too hard to remember anyway! “I’m so happy to meet you!” She rises to her feet, trying to ignore the wave of dizziness. She did just take her medication, after all.
“Okarin says you are a good friend of his! So, Mayushii is definitely going to like you!” She approaches her slowly, taking her hands in her own when she reaches her. “Breakfast sounds nice! Mayushii usually has to eat snacks for breakfast lately, hehehe....” Okabe is usually not home in the morning. His hours are weird for his job. ☆☆╮
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