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Only major complaint about Pokémon Legends Arceus so far is that I can’t play it one-handed
Hm. It seems that I’ve become so lost in my fantasy of playing Pokémon while eating a sandwich that I’ve neglected to consider a very obvious interpretation of this comment
Tiger tiger
my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.
This is it! This is what social media/smart tech have done! They’ve rotted away any distinction between private and public.
Yes, we do have the right to make demands on public behavior. Of course we do. Have you never heard of laws and etiquette? I’m not allowed to grocery shop naked. You can’t rummage through my purse. I can’t have a work meeting in the middle of a movie theatre.
I remember when it was taboo simply to answer your cell phone in public. The person answering would apologize and try to go to a more private area. Then public calls were normalized. Then putting people on speaker. Then listening to music without headphones. Do you know how many times I have hiked up a mountain or driven to the beach, only to be met with someone blaring shitty top 40 music from their portable speaker, because Heaven forbid you go one hour without noise?
Old woman yells at cloud and all that, but I can’t believe someone is not only admitting this behavior, but saying it’s a good thing! No one likes you! You’re a menace!
goodnight bestie *falls asleep on top of you*
GET OFF
rolls over and falls into the pit of spikes. wtf
hey y’all do you want to see a dragon that i drew
of course you do here he is
HI IT’S ME AGAIN
YOU’RE FUCKING UP YOUR TEETH AND YOUR MUSCLES AND SHIT
WHEN I CATCH YOU WITH ONE OF THESE I STEAL A FEW MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE FORCE. WHEN YOU ARE NOT CLENCHING WHEN YOU SEE ONE OF THESE, YOU GET TO STEAL A FEW MINUTES BACK. WE’LL SEE WHO’S LEFT STANDING IN THE END
GOTCHA AGAIN BITCH
to lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given the side eye when you tried to fit in... you are so worthy of love and I’m sorry people have convinced you otherwise. I promise that your people are out there - people who will see the side of you others ignore, people who share weird inside jokes with you, give you affectionate nicknames and go to museums or roadtrips with you and fulfil whatever idea of friendship you’ve always fantasized about. even if you feel like an empty shell of your former self because you’ve hidden yourself away due to shame, this exterior will melt when you accept yourself or let people in and you’ll realize there was nothing wrong with you all along. you have interesting things to say, you deserve new chances and beginnings, your heart is probably made of gold because you know what it’s like to be left out in the cold, and you have so much to give. you are so worthy and someone’s idea of a friend too, and I hope you receive lots of hugs in the future from yourself and others because you’re so lovable.
when someone u want to be friends with talks 2 u first
me: i better screenshot this just in case i need to use it for black mail
Can you please reblog if you have a blog related to writing content or anything? I will follow you 😂😂. My feed is really dry rn😴💤
Writblr following spree
My feed is dull, again. If you’re a writblr who post:
Writing memes
Writing resources
Your own writing
About your WIPs
Writing progress
Reblog and I will follow you
Gone
One day,
I disappeared.
I decided to wait and see,
Wait and see what would happen
See how I made an impact
Or rather, how I didn't.
So I waited
And waited,
And waited.
But no one took notice.
Not one soul or spirit commented.
No one who knew me even thought
Of the one that was gone.
I thought, long and hard,
About this.
Tried to pinch myself, wasn't a dream.
I gave up.
I threw hope out the window,
Lost dreams of things changing
Along the long road.
Unaware of the times my absence was,
At least a little,
Was acknowledged.
Because it hits hard
When you least expect it.
So even as it seemed I was forgotten,
I was remembered by those
Who truly cared.
Flowers
The first time the flowers grew was in passing. It was Nick’s first day, and all he wanted to do was get through the crowd safely and swiftly. He didn’t even notice the flower at first. It took him sitting down at his first period desk to notice the lovely pink Mandevilla, marking your soulmate as a romantic partner. Nobody had noticed the flower, so Nick hid it in his sleeve.
The next time, they met face to face. They had collided in a Starbucks near a small park. Mandevilla’s sprouted on both of them, making everyone at the Starbucks gasp and comment on how adorable their meetcute was. They went for a walk in the park, exchanging info and story. The two boys hit it off wonderfully, and practically started dating right then and there.
The first time the roses grew thick was a scary day.
At the park was a secluded tree topped cliff overlooking a beautiful waterfall and rushing river, not so fast that you wouldn’t swim in it but fast enough to carry you away if you weren’t careful. Nick brought Tony here on their 2nd date, setting up a picnic and making sure they both dressed a little fancy for the occasion. Tony, not knowing how to swim, was cautious around the cliff, worried about the drop and his chance of survival. Nick finally coaxed him to sit on the edge, not believing Tony couldn’t swim. They joked and laughed, with one story making Tony laugh so hard he lost his balance and fell into the water. This caused Nick to laugh harder, not panicking just yet. Then he felt the sting, so sharp he started to tear up. Roses grew on his chest, right over his lungs. Nick couldn’t see Tony and started to panic. He dove in, luckily finding the poor boy and brought him to shore. Nick believed everything Tony said after that.
After the incident, Nick decided he would teach Tony to swim. Those lessons often happened at the gym his dad coached at, and Nicks dad was not at all happy with his son’s soulmate. Brandon, Nick’s dad, hated Tony for just the reason of him being male. So Brandon watched his son and his sons soulmate vigorously, noting each and every detail.
The next time the roses bloomed was about a year after the incident. Nick and Tony wanted to go back to the cliff, this time knowing Tony could definitely survive without need to get Nick. The only problem was the suspicious car they could have sworn was following them. But they payed no mind, excited for their date in the stars.
They set up and talked as usual. As the hours got later, Nick noticed a rustle in the bushes behind them. He was going to point it out when it stopped. So he went back talking. Then . . . BOOM! And Tony fell, bringing the horrible stinging of blooming roses, multiplied by ten.
Nick woke in a cold sweat, screaming and crying. His room was dimly lit by fairy lights, photos of him and Tony clipped to each light. Nick went over to his desk and opened the bottom draw, locked with a combination code. He pulled out a blade, but put it back. Was it a dream? Was it real? /Why couldn’t he remember if it was real?/If it was real, Nick could cut without being caught. But if it wasn’t? Should he risk it?
Tony woke gasping. He was having a nightmare, falling and screaming into an abyss. For hours on end, all he did was fall deeper,
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He was stuck falling and couldn’t escape. And then he did. Or so he thought.
Tony was sitting with Nick over the stream. A date under the stars. Nick was such a city boy, amazed by all the stars. It was kinda funny to Tony. There they sat, holding hands and just talking. Laughing. Being happy. It was a good escape from the existential falling and Tony appreciated it. Tony had been talking for the most part, while nick was staring at the bush behind them, laughing at jokes Tony told. He looked like he wanted to say something but brushed it off. The two began talking again and BOOM! Tony fell, terrible pain shooting through his back. And before he hit the water all he heard was Nick’s cry for Tony and the scream of pain that came with the roses.
Then Tony woke up. But not because of the dream. Because his phone was ringing at 3 in the morning. Before he just hung up he saw it was Nick, answering with a sleepy ‘hello?’. All Tony heard was muffled sobbing before seeing the roses filling his arms.
Tony jumped out of bed and rushed to Nick’s house. It took less than 3 minutes, as Tony was not going to leave Nick alone any longer than he had to. He rushed out of the beat up car and climbed up the tree, feeling the pricking of blooming roses on his arm grow and grow. He crawled through the window and just held Nick.
Nick cried and cried into Tony’s shoulder, apologizing for the roses over and over again. Tony led them to the bed and payed them down, holding Nick close. When Nick finally calmed down, he explained the nightmare. Tony just held him closer, not wanting to remind him it was also a memory, that he still found some roses on his back. That Tony barely made it to this moment without getting lightheaded. That Tony was supposed to be bedridden for at least 2 more days.
Consulting the stars
When we are young , we are told to wish on stars.
To wish and to keep it secret, or else it won't come true.
We were told to wish when we need it most,
Or when we cannot achieve it any other way.
I have made my wish.
I have kept my secret.
I have held out hope.
I have received nothing.
When we are young, we are taught wrong.
Adults tell us this,
Even after trying to get their wish themselves.
They know it won't work.
And still have us wish all the same.
For Writers:
Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?
Words
We stumble and trip over words all the time.
We laugh and we cry and we get angry
Cause they are that powerful.
And true there are times where they aren't needed.
But they matter all the same.
So why is it,
When I try to speak,
Try to express how I feel to friends and family,
They brush me off and call me crazy.
Everyday I was told to use my words
When I had been trained in the mind set
That mine didn't matter.
So what do you mean?
Can't I have a straight answer?
Oh wait, mine don't matter.
Because the last time a friend or relative
Listened to me
Was never.
But why don't mine matter!
I want to know.
I nod and shake my head,
Conditioned not to say a thing
And yet I'm scolded for doing exactly... that.
Can I make theses feeble words matter
When nobody listens to what I have to say.
Or will my words for ever
Stay worthless, every single day.
Fair
Is it fair to say
That a damsel was really in distress?
Most could leave if they wanted,
But maybe they stay,
Not because they are forced to,
But because they don't want to leave.
