#dumb noises

[queenburd]

mostly Im excited about Hero in a Hunchback AU because I finally get to imagine her as the trans girl that the original Flash script cannot allow For Reasons

[crypt1db1tch]

I have such a preference for girls rip also im p much uninterested in romance entirely like no interest but platonic things in a romantic/sexual relationship (preferably a poly one) I am HERE for

[crypt1db1tch]

I love kas so much I wanna cry she’s so perfect in every way and does everything she can to support me and I just God bless her

[vanadiumheart]

True friendship is when you make noises without realizing it and then they make noises back and you have an impromptu nonsense conversation of clicking and popping noises. Friendship test.

[marzelle]

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I've had some rougher than usual times in my life recently. Friends and family (but mostly Framily) have been so supportive and have made me feel so loved. So my first stab at songwriting (which is admittedly pretty dumb and just a bunch of silly open chords) ended up being about that struggle. Both an open letter to my issues of self-worth and a cheerful recognition of those who have helped me.

That being said this unlikely to be of any interest to anyone, but I post this for my own record-keeping and felt it appropriate to attach something I wrote about a week ago.

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Humanity in many ways seems a system of cogs and sprockets, intricately related and relating. Always turning and churning and burning in a folding flowing federation of fleas. Meanwhile, Humans are a system of hearts, pumping and loving and hating and dismissing entirely. All in different measures and different directions for different reasons responding and rising and rowing both. Each and every one equally Magellan and the Map, charting and charted, feared and fearful, loved and beloved.

When you have a brush with suicide (an understatement of tone akin to a dash of genocide or waking up for some midnight cannibalism),  all the other humans around start human-ing in their own uniquely human-y ways. Some find out first, discreetly alerting others out of concern. Some give you hugs and some give you speeches. Some forgive your debts and some laugh at your jokes just a touch more heartily than they used to. Some act exactly the same, in an effort to provide stability or continuity or whatever they deem appropriate. To you according to your need, from them according to their ability. And then in the midst of all these reactions, some more deliberately calculated and thought out than you’d ever feel deserving of, they respond with what is simultaneously the keystone and the spire of the social species, with mere presence.

They let you cry on them when you've drank too many margaritas or keep you standing so the cops don’t know. They take you out to donuts or have you go with them for ice cream. They give you smiles and sighs and pats on the back. They touch you, just to reiterate their there-ness and adding a level of concreteness to their there-ness only theoretically surpassable by telepathy. They tell you they love you. And they keep telling you. And every time they say those words, every time you feel the truth behind them, you feel a little more embarrassed that you don’t love you. And maybe you don’t feel quite good enough yet, but you feel good.

[loquaciousmonstrosity-blog]

babe

you are :

[xx] cute [xx] pretty [] decent/okay[xx] beautiful[] sexy[??] unf

If you stayed over, we’d:

[xx] cuddle [xx] talk[xx] chill[] make babies [] have sex[??] make out[xx] have a pillow fight

On a scale from 1-10, you are: 

[] 1-2[] 3-4[] 5-6[] 7-8[xx] 9-10

You should:

[xx] come on over[] make me a sandwich[] text me [] call me[??] be mine[xx] talk to me more often

I want:

[] your number [??] to kiss you[xx] to hug you[xx] to be yours[xx] to make you smile

[shycecil]

Ricardo has died

"Ah! Listeners, intern Sophia has just handed me an anonymous memo- thank you, Sophia- that says... Oh."There is a very long pause, and when Cecil resumes speaking his voice is thready with concern. "It would seem that Ricardo, the CEO of StrexCorp Synergists Inc. has passed away." As he continues, the broadcaster begins slipping into more choked tones and his voice comes distantly, as if he is away from his microphone. "It provides no details other than that he is now... deceased."His voice breaks on the last word and peering through the doorway Sophia frowns slightly; she enters the booth and lays a gentle hand on his trembling shoulder, and as Cecil jabs at his soundboard to cut the broadcast unceremoniously to the weather he spins in his chair to face her. Tears make their way steadily down his cheeks- his jaw is clenched, his gaze focussed somewhere distant. "We were- I was going to see him later, oh god, I was going to see him tonight and-"Cecil allows himself to crumple for a fraction of a second, agony twisting his face until he spins back to his mic and mumbles something about the new traffic segment and that bit his supervisors wanted him to put in about dogs because the weather is almost over and he has to finish the show and oh god for the first time since he stepped into the booth he doesn't know if he can do it.

[knives-alives]

chuckles because literally super jailbait