Prone to random bouts of Enthusiasm

Ramble, they/them, mostly reblogs. Hi! Poetry: @ramblebramblepoetry, it all gets archived there. | Fanfic, sometimes: @ramblebramblefun. | AO3: ramblebrambleamble.

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

[hypokeimena]

image description: tweet by olayemi olurin @/msolurin, reading: There's no high like making a successful hail mary argument. A prosecutor once asked for bail on my client because he had like 63 convictions and I was like judge... 63 convictions sounds like a man who showed up to court at least 63 times. And the judge was like yea you right /end description

[shubbabang]

its not funny but i do think about it a lot

[elodieunderglass]

(Mouse requested a bedtime story about “nothing.”)

Once upon a time there was nothing, and it lived in the corner of Mouse’s room. There was space between the bed and the cupboard that was big enough for nothing else.

There wasn’t much room for nothing in Mouse’s house. Everything everywhere had something in it, and sometimes more. Everywhere that looked like it might have nothing really had something, like dust or a cornflake or a LEGO head or a shadow, and if it looked like there was nothing for even a moment, someone would come and put something there.

It was very hard to be nothing in Mouse’s house. Every corner had something in it, and if it didn’t, there was a spider living there. Everything was always some colour or another, and usually some noise. Everyone was always putting a book down on you. Or spilling Ribena on you and pretending they hadn’t. Or complaining that there was no room for anything, and shifting about all the other things, but never making room for nothing - only moving it uncomfortably about the house. “Nothing’s ever where I put it in this house,” they’d say, but complaining.

And even when they weren’t doing all that, they were always talking about nothing. Someone would always be tripping over it, and then would yell that they had tripped on nothing - there was no privacy for nothing around here - or they were saying that nothing was wrong. Even when it was quiet someone would say, “did you hear that?” And, “what was that?” And, “it must’ve been nothing.” They would poke it; and then say out loud that they had poked nothing, but never got into trouble for it!

As a result of this, nothing began to feel cross, and put-upon, and uncomfortable. It was also a bit lonely, and wondered if it wanted to be something. So it thought very hard, and was SOMETHING.

This was certainly more interesting, and everyone came and looked at it, and said Look At That Thing, and That Really is Something. They poked it, and said they had poked something, and that something was there. They said, “I can smell something,” but with more interest this time. Then they spilled Ribena on it, and something came out of the corner and ran about the house, and everyone wanted to know all about it, and why the Ribena was in Mouse’s room in the first place.

Something was interested in the attention, because it was true - it really was something. It was chased all around the house now. Everyone said, “it’s up to something.” But instead of sitting quietly, something wanted something to do.

So something followed Mouse, but at a distance, because Mouse was always tripping on something. And Mouse and Mama went out in the pushchair, and something followed them.

Mouse said, “I see something!” And Mama said, “what do you see?”

And Mouse said, “I see GEORGE.”

With that, George had to be George, and was a boy thing. He was puzzled by this, and sat in Mouse’s lap, and was pushed around in the pushchair. “What is a George?” George asked.

Mouse explained that a George was a bit like a monkey, with a tail, red, with a face, a lot of red fur, and small, and smelly. Smelly of sharks.

“I’m smelly of sharks?” George said, quite unexpectedly upset by this. “What do sharks smell like?”

(George had only just stopped being nothing, and didn’t know.)

Mouse explained how sharks (which astute grownups will remember are small BLÅHAJ stuffed toys that mice incidentally shoplifted from IKEA, across which we shall draw the veil of amnesty) smell of bedtime, and possibly Ribena.

“I don’t like that,” said George, and tried being George anyway. George went to the shop, and ran about on the floor for a bit, and everyone said, “what is THAT?” And it was George.

George said, “I want to go home,” so they went home, and went to bed with the shark.

But then George knew the end was coming, and so he said to Mouse, “this is too much. I want to go home.”

and George didn’t fit in his corner any more - because it was big enough for nothing.

So George went POP and turned back into nothing.

Mouse said, “yes,” and nodded. And Mouse talked to George anyway.

And then Mama came and said, “who are you talking to, Mouse?”

And Mouse said: nothing!!

[ramblebrambleamble]

Oh, return home,

Prodigal son,

To the ashes of your innocence;

Tell me,

What you would have built

If the power of stars and gods

Was still in your hands.

[redstonedust]

i think people really under sell the physical side effects of mental health disorders sometimes. like sure the depression and anxiety may be 'just in your head' but when what's in your head happens to disrupts your sleep schedule and prevent you from going outside regularly and eating consistent meals and exercising and generally taking care of your body. well it sure takes its toll huh.

[bells-lettres]

local matchmaker losing it over yet another unrealistic demand from the clientele 🤣🤣

Translation by me. :))

[elodieunderglass]

“Even a slightly increased possibility of summoning rain is still an ability to summon rain” is such a good point

[nova-lune]

This is no place to linger on a foggy night

[lemonscribs]

Polysexual pride shark 🩷💚💙

[gbsketch]

Maiden voyage of the claymore.

[ramblebrambleamble]

Country singer voice.

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And I've been fielding shills demanding righteous dollar bills, and I'm so damn tired.

Baby aren't you tired?

But you see, they've got their hooks in me;

If I answer the door, maybe there'll be something more,

Something more for me; baby, why can't you see?

There's got to be more to life than this, somewhere between ignorance and bliss-

I want the highs, and I'll even take the lows; it'll be a load off my shoulders,

So baby, just hold up... wait for me.

[swagvo1d]

[braveburattino]

Glint

[cali]

i havent been drawing recently cuz ive been drawing recently and learning how to turn my drawings into a toy. im not fully sure how far i want to take it , but the prospect feels rewarding for me. taking it in in a game format vs. small on a app or browser screen... what do u think

[swiftrunnerfelidae]

"Kill your local sex offender!" Oh, you mean the guy who went streaking at his local college football game on a dare one time? That's a sex crime.

"No, I mean-"

Oh, maybe the woman who had to pee in a public park that only had pay toilets, so she tried to hide behind the bushes but got caught? Public urination is a sex crime.

"What? No, I mean-"

Oh, maybe you mean the homeless guy who had to strip down to get his clothes in the laundromat to clean them for the first time in weeks? He tried being subtle, but someone called the cops on him, and now he's on the sex offender registry for public nudity.

"Rapists and pedophiles! Kill rapists and pedophiles!"

Oh, like the trans woman who got called a pedophile groomer for helping a trans kid escape her abusive parents?

Or maybe the black man who got labeled a rapist because he came on to another man's wife, and he decided to get back at him by charging him with rape?

How about the 17 year olds who were fooling around, fully consensually, in one of their bedrooms? That's still technically underage sex and thus rape of a minor.

Oh, or maybe you're talking about the doctor who performed genital reconstructive surgery in a state that just voted to get that classified as rape?

People will do everything they can to get you convinced rape and pedophilia are the worst crimes possible, then accuse whoever they like the least of being either a rapist, a pedophile, or both, counting on you turning on them just for being accused of the crime.

"Oh, so you're saying you don't want to kill a serial rapist?"

That's exactly what I'm goddamn saying.

Once we decide a group is okay to kill, the government will do everything they can to convince you that their political enemies are either part of that group, or just as bad as that group, to get you to kill their enemies for them.

The only way out is to accept every life as worth saving.

EDIT: If you're going to go on this post to say that no, you think you really should be allowed to kill people you decide are rapists and/or pedophiles, I'm going to block you. I have already been blocking you, because it's clear that you aren't willing to engage with what I'm saying.

Also, if someone says something like that we'd be better off with rapists being dead BUT that they won't let that opinion shape their stance on public policy, and you reply to that person to accuse them of wanting to murder people, I'm also going to block you, because what the fuck that's a completely different sentence.

EDIT 2: Since so many people seem to fail basic reading comprehension, let's state it again, in different words:

1. Killing people is bad.

2. Killing someone can never be undone by any means we have.

3. If the government can kill people, they will want to kill their political opposition and other undesirables (WHICH CAN INCLUDE YOU PERSONALLY AND ANY IF NOT ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY).

4. If there is a class of people OF ANY TYPE who the government can LEGALLY KILL, they now just need to convince you their enemies count as that class (ever wondered why there's so much emphasis on claiming gay people are pedophiles? Now you know!)

5. If there is a class of people OF ANY TYPE that the public can LEGALLY KILL, murderers just need to convince people that their victims counted as that class (I murdered him because he's a rapist. Anyway now his job is free promote me into that position plz.)

6. As pointed out in the notes (thank you everyone pointing this out!), if the penalty for a crime is death, people are much more willing to silence witnesses to that crime (for example, murdering their rape victims), which is EVEN WORSE than just committing the initial crime.

7. THEREFORE the only way to keep those from happening is to have NO category of people it is considered okay to kill FOR ANY REASON.

[auxryn]

Many people are aware that copyright originated as and remains a protection for publishers, not authors.

However, there are longstanding rights intended to protect authors. These are legally called 'the moral rights of authors.' Good naming.

These rights include:

The right to attribution. To have your name on your work. Don't repost peoples work without attribution.

The right to use a pen name or to publish anonymously. Publishers should protect the privacy of authors. Service providers shouldn't require posters to provide ID.

The right to integrity. Editors should not cut up your work to make it say something you do not endorse.

So let's review:

❌ AI harms authors because it violates copyright.

✅ AI harms authors because it violates their rights to attribution and integrity.

[green-grinning-glitter-ghosts]

do you ever watch a movie and it’s like. I’m too aro for this

[katestewartt]

THE SHEEP DETECTIVES (2026)