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[lilstrawberryghost]

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If you’re a supporter of is-not-real. Get off my page and block me.

Fuck ICE

Any inappropriate interactions (messages, reblogs, asks, etc.) will be BLOCKED and REPORTED.

Please be respectful while interacting with me and my blog. If you’re just floating through, have a wonderful day/night!

I am a-okay with spam liking!! And reblogs!! And comments!!

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Call me Ghostly! Is there a body? Who knows!

I'm 18 in human years!

Floating through the Aroace & (possible) AuDHD spectrums

The paranormal and unknown have my heart.

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my writing: any fics I have written. 99% of this is fics about G.

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[le-panda-chocovore]

I fucking adore Ace's unstoppable big mouth. This boy decided to be a bitch and said that NO ONE will ever stop him. Housewarden Riddle the red tyran with the anti-magic powers ? Yeah who cares you're going to get called a whiny baby in front of everyone. Vice Housewarden Trey who cooked a really tasteful dessert to help you apologize? Fuck you, you cowardly submissive lettuce, if you don't have the balls to stop your so-called childhood friend's madness then I WILL. Ace doesn't even have his magic anymore but on SEVENS he's going to fight everyone with the sheer power of stubbornness. And if his words aren't enough to get through you then you can bet that you're getting slapped without hesitation. He's so fucking funny, he has exactly 0 percent of respect in his whole body so don't expect him to have any consideration for anyone's past trauma. I think we all need an unapologetically disrespectful friend like Ace. He's singlehandly keeping everyone's ego at acceptable level by constantly dismissing them.

[le-panda-chocovore]

I fucking adore Ace's unstoppable big mouth. This boy decided to be a bitch and said that NO ONE will ever stop him. Housewarden Riddle the red tyran with the anti-magic powers ? Yeah who cares you're going to get called a whiny baby in front of everyone. Vice Housewarden Trey who cooked a really tasteful dessert to help you apologize? Fuck you, you cowardly submissive lettuce, if you don't have the balls to stop your so-called childhood friend's madness then I WILL. Ace doesn't even have his magic anymore but on SEVENS he's going to fight everyone with the sheer power of stubbornness. And if his words aren't enough to get through you then you can bet that you're getting slapped without hesitation. He's so fucking funny, he has exactly 0 percent of respect in his whole body so don't expect him to have any consideration for anyone's past trauma. I think we all need an unapologetically disrespectful friend like Ace. He's singlehandly keeping everyone's ego at acceptable level by constantly dismissing them.

[lilstrawberryghost]

@heyhellohihowareyou

[melorosss]

I don't understand. What is a parent supposed to be? Because I never had one.

[weaver-z]

How the media depicts the Apollo 11 mission:

Actual quotes from the Apollo 11 mission:

[georgieharrisons]

also according to michael collins when the three of them were discussing what neil armstrong should say when he first stepped on the moon, collins suggested armstrong say “Oh, my God, what is that thing?”  and then scream and cut out his mic.

[little-scribblers-heart]

Everyone forgets Michael Collins and it’s fucking tragic.

[drivemetogeek]

I'm asexual which means I'm attracted to the exit.

Well...I mean...accurate?

[novastarfox]

I'm Omniace and I'm attracted to you and your family

[novalunarabem]

We're aroace which means we're attracted to her

HELLO???? Technically we're also gay so this isn't even accurate

[heyhellohihowareyou]

I’m arospec which means I’m attracted to men and I have no problem being a lesbian

….okay

[lilstrawberryghost]

i’m arospec which means i’m attracted to women and i don’t want to be attracted to men

sure why not

[athenagray]

“So... We got the exploding diarrhea. Here's my advice for anyone who doesn't have it yet:

It's going to take a minute for the government to pin down where this is coming from, and then issue a recall, because the FDA has been gutted. But, I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt : this is coming from Taylor Farms produce, and you will see them recalled.

You'll want to avoid all Taylor Farms produce in the grocery store. They supply McDonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut, about any fast food place you can think of.

Raspberries, watermelons, cilantro, and the veggies you're hearing about are not causing this many people to get sick. It's the shredded lettuce, specifically, that's the problem. But, you'll want to stay away from every type of produce this company puts out, because one strand of shredded lettuce is all it takes to contaminate bushels.

Taylor Farms is the source. Taco Bell proactively pulled their produce from their restaurants. You're going to see other fast food places doing this, and probably will see that before the government names a source. The FDA knows this, but they can't come out and tell us all until there's proof, which takes resources and research, which takes manpower, but the FDA has been cut by about 20-30%

During the Biden term, onions at McDonald's had ecoli. We knew this because DNA testing was done quickly and they were able to narrow it down to one place that caused the outbreak. And, it was traced back to Taylor Farms. This isn't going to be solved as quickly though.

When you get this, make a virtual appointment to your PCP - a "same day sick" appointment. Tell them someone in your family just tested for this and was positive and was prescribed Bactrim. If you go in person, they're probably going to make you poop in a cup and wait until results come back to prescribe.

You'll know when you get this. Trust me on all of this.

You'll want to stay hydrated because this parasite damages the lining of the small intestine. Your small intestine, in turn, secretes more water into the gut, and less nutrients and liquid are able to remain in the body. So no matter how much you shit, you're going to want to drink. A day of this leads to dehydration if you don't increase your fluid intake, and a few days will land you in the hospital.

If you have headaches, weakness, muscle cramps, dizziness, or an increase heart rate - hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Go to the ER for fluids if you can't drink enough.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Brought to you by America's 250 birthday celebrations, workforce reduction in the FDA and CDC, and viewers like you.

Please feel free to share this.

And, MAGA - don't blow up the comment section. I argued with y'all on COVID bc I was afraid y'all would die, but I really don't care if you get explosive diarrhea.

And no, ivermectin will not help this at all.”

[hail-dondus]

Finding out Hans Zimmer is a transphobe genuinely had me falling to my knees

[cartoonistfreak101]

Thank you blastybaku for explaining this!/gen

[poetry-protest-pornography]

If you've ever heard a movie score and thought "holy shit, this is incredible", there's like, a 50% chance it was Hans Zimmer who composed it.

This is a pretty major letdown, ngl.

Anyways, fuck transphobes, which includes Hans Zimmer, apparently.

[excessively-english-jd]

Anyway shoutout to John Williams, amazing composer and probably the one who made the other 50% of "holy shit amazing" soundtracks (Jurassic Park, Star Wars, Superman, and incidentally the original Harry Potter theme and score) who famously worked closely with the first openly transgender woman to be nominated for an Academy Award, Angela Morley. He respected her, and so far as I can see, has never made transphobic remarks.

[ndnbutch]

I get in theory why people complain about het ships or whatever, I get wanting to watch queer media I really do, but I guess where y’all lose me is like. I saw some asshole on a post about Sinners complaining it was “hetslop”—this person was specifically doing so while also claiming Remmick was a queer character and thus they were justified in caring more about him than the Black protagonists. which is a whole other disgusting can of worms that has been well addressed by others at this point. but even in the absence of that part of the argument, like, no, i actually don’t think that a hunger for queer stories is an especially good excuse to deride and dismiss a piece of landmark Black filmmaking, especially as a non-Black person. I have a post that’s been going around encouraging folks to engage with more Native stories and characters, and I had someone come onto that post saying in the tags that they’d need these stories to be queer in order to care. and I just think that, you know, sucks! like obviously as a queer Native I also want to see more of those stories too. but idk how else to put it other than to say that Black people and people of color shouldn’t have to be like you in order for you to care about our narratives and experiences. and I think some of y’all are using this disdain for heterosexuality as a cover for your unexamined racial biases. it’s not okay to be racist to people just because those people happen to be straight, and you continue to be white before you are queer.

[ndnbutch]

on an even more basic level than that, also, I simply just think some of y’all NEED to learn how to interact with media and storytelling without ships and fandom in mind. like if not being able to write fic about two men kissing is genuinely going to be a dealbreaker for you I think that’s actually something you need to work on within yourself because at that point I think you’re no longer really interacting with art and themes and narrative so much as just kind of playing with toys. which is, like, fine I guess. have fun. but it wouldn’t kill you to disengage from that from time to time. especially if would allow you to actually appreciate rich and deeply moving cultural stories from communities of color that you desperately need to learn how to see as human

[phuuca]

Yucca being really affectionate and not realizing he's accidentally making Deuce and Ace catch feelings.

Yucca, truly, would do anything for them, but (in the canon timeline of his) he doesn't view them in that way.

His loneliness, touch-starvation, and eagerness to find a place to belong makes him inept to social taboos. So he'll be kissing them on the cheek or forehead or sleep in their beds thinking "this is what friends do" when, most of the time, it's not.

How can he say things like, "I love you with all my Heart" and have it not be romantic?

When he, Yucca, hugs Deuce tight and wipes away his tears, after he's poured his heart out about his past, and Deuce not see a future in those glass-grey eyes?

When Ace has his face close to Yucca's, under the covers, during twilight, how can he not dream of kissing those freckled lips?

How can Yucca say "I love You"? So casually? In a place that punishes intimacy?

How could he look into the eyes of them, Ace and Deuce, and not say "I love you" when they make his Heart feel full? How could he not when the mere thought of them makes him smile? How could he not when the deep-seated ache in his bones goes away when they touch?

How can that not be love?

To Ace and Deuce, "I love you" is too strong.

To Yucca, "I love you" isn't strong enough.

[lilstrawberryghost]

You Never Picked Up

Summary: G’s forced to go back to their world. Leona, trapped in a never ending cycle, decides to make one last “phone call”.

Warnings: Implied suicide, angst no comfort, Dialogue is the “Diane!” audio from Bojack Horseman so take that as you will.

a/n: dedicated to my lovely moot Barbs @viilpstick because she’s the one i proposed the idea to. this scenario is a what-if and is not canon to G x Leona (who I still need a ship name for).

also, shoutout to my friend (who doesn’t have tumblr unfortunately) for beta reading this at, like, 8 in the morning after I spammed them. then freaked out with me over them.

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Leona could barely see. All he could make out was the blurry outline of the palace’s bedroom walls. All he could feel was the floor’s warmth beneath his body.

It’s been months.

Months since G was ripped away from him. From everyone. He could still remember what happened as clear as day. One moment they were standing there, waving at him, dirt and blood streaked across their face. The next? Gone, as if they had never existed in the first place.

In a way, they shouldn’t have had.

Leona still remembered the day he set eyes on them. How G had tumbled out of the coffin, their then long, dirt blond hair having a slight glow underneath the dim lights of the room. How they had looked as confused as the students, misplaced in bright red amongst the sea of black and purple.

Like a beacon. A light in the darkness.

Leona had dismissed them then. A weak herbivore, nothing more. But now? Oh, how he wished to hold them close-make sure they’d never disappear. Said the thing that had been brewing under his tongue, blazing like a fire that only burned brighter and hotter the longer he spent with them.

The past him would have scoffed, put off by how he was acting. And Leona couldn’t blame him. How in the seven’s name could he? He knows he’s not the best, he’s second to practically everyone. How his attitude puts off many. How everyone comes up with an ideal of him but gets disappointed when he cannot reach it.

But, despite that, despite everything that Leona had put them through, G had stayed.

They had stayed.

And as that wall got blurrier and blurrier, as his head got fuzzier and fuzzier, Leona was suddenly transported to a familiar, dingy little kitchen.

Ramshackle’s kitchen was unchanged. Everything was in its rightful place. The window blinds were shut, only leaking in the barest hint of sunlight. Leona’s bare feet felt cool against the floorboards as he looked around. The slight hum of the microwave made his ear twitch slightly.

Even though it was familiar, something seemed off about the kitchen. A presence was missing and the room knew it.

Leona’s eyes fell onto a chair at the small table. His breath hitched.

The chair was the only thing out of place in the room-shoved a few feet away from the table as G had sprinted out the front door, Leona hot on their heels, going to stop another disaster from escalating.

The same one that took them away.

It simply stood there, as if taunting Leona. He turned away, unable to stare at it any longer, eyes landing on the landline perched right next to the back door. Beckoning.

An indescribable, unthinkable hope filled him. Maybe, just maybe…

He reached for the phone. Shakily dialed the familiar number engraved into his mind.

Nothing for a few moments until…

“Hello?”

Oh, how his heart lurched at the sound. The exact same one he yearned to hear for all these long, desolate months. G sounded as if they had awoken from a nap, normally deadpan voice scratchy with sleep. Leona wanted to apologize but all he could do was cry out:

“G? G! Are you there?! G, I need you!”

“Leo?” Came their reply, the familiar nickname aching in Leona’s chest.

Yes, yes, call me that again please-

“G! Thank the sevens, G!” He said, sinking to the floor, landline still in hand, “oh, Thank the sevens-G!” His hands were shaking. When had they started shaking?

“Okay, G, Gigi, you’re going to save me right?” Leona didn’t care if he sounded desperate, he just wanted them back, “I called you and you’re coming to get me!” A sob tore from his throat.

“Leo, why did you call me? I went back, I can’t save you,” G’s gentle yet confused voice responded.

Leona froze at that. Ice cold realization hit him in the stomach. “…you didn’t pick up…” he murmured quietly, gripping the phone, knuckles turning white.

All those times he tried, hiding away from the world as he desperately tried to hear them again.

“Right…” G responded.

“It went to voicemail…”

Over and over did he hear that automated message. But never G. Never the one he-!

“Yeah,” G affirmed. Sevens how he wished he could see them. See that tiny smile he knows they have right now. The one they always get when they know they’re right.

“And then I went back home and…” Leona responded.

There was a moment of silence on the other end as Leona realized what he had done.

Then he saw it.

The darkness.

It was creeping through the doorway. Over the table. On the stove. Coming for him.

“…it’s too late, what’s done is done.” G finally said, breaking the unbearable silence.

“No…” Leona felt his throat tighten, the shaking spreading throughout his body.

“There’s nothing I can do, Leo. I’m not real.” Was it just him, or was G’s voice getting distant? “None of this is.”

“So what do I do now?” He asked, voice quiet. Rough. The shaking was still there, but he was numb.

“Leo, it doesn’t matter.” Came their reply. Warm. Comforting. As if they had found him napping again under their favorite tree.

“Well, if it doesn’t matter, can I stay on the phone with you at least?” He asked hopefully. The darkness was nearer now, it was only a matter of time.

“Okay.” They simply said, as if he had simply challenged asked to play chess with them once more.

You could ask anything…

“How was your day?” Leona asked, watching as the darkness covered his legs.

He could feel their smile through the phone. “Good.”

“Yeah?” Good. They deserve to have a good day. After everything they had been through, they deserved a good life.

The darkness crept up to his face. One final thought flitted through his mind.

Great Seven, please let them have a good life.

“Yeah,” G responded as his vision went black.

“My day was good”.

The line went dead.

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a/n: well, that was my first attempt at angst. really hope you enjoy enjoyed reading this and if you have any tips, let me know in the comments!

the reason why Leona was in the Ramshackle kitchen in the first place is because I was inspired by video game Still Wakes the Deep’s final scene. if you know you know.

Back to Masterlist

[lilstrawberryghost]

Happy One (1) Year Anniversary to this fic that i made on my notes app with an audio and a lack of sleep

the one year fic will be happier i promise.

[heyhellohihowareyou]

When Ace is in a “fumbling Yuu and Deuce in every universe” competition

but luckily for him an AI won first prize

Happy birthday Pixel btw

[sera5d]

floyd vision

comic masterlist

[topshelf-ganseyboi]

Adam Parrish army of one. Adam Parrish unknowable even to himself. Adam Parrish I miss knowing where I was going. Adam Parrish with a hastily constructed smile thin enough to break. Adam Parrish who just wants something to be simple for once

[clownlunch]

Just because I am unemployed and low on cash doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with it!!!

Even if you would not like a drawing yourself, sharing is very appreciated :3

Thanks friends!!!

[anhniedraw]

Deuce to me is like those who would take old fashion love advices seriously but he’s also really earnest about it too. Roses attack.

[lilstrawberryghost]

@heyhellohihowareyou

[nslittleworld]

so I finally deleted LADS. they have shown that they truly do not care for the main story. they are dishonest and lack integrity. they have been avoiding the Global community for the longest.

Valko, you could have been so great. I am mourning you.