#possibly crazy

[saranilssonbooks]

That Captain Ahab lost his fight is undeniable. But perhaps there was more to the outcome than mere defeat.

Neck broken by his own rope, he was pulled down into the hated sea by his greatest enemy.

But he got to keep chasing him even in death.

Well attatched to the whale, his corpse was dragged and torn and battered.

But his last wish was to be towed to pieces.

The pieces were scattered across the sea floor, abandoned debris, never to be brought back home.

But he got to visit the secret worlds in the deep which in life brought him such dispair by their elusiveness.

Little by little, the remains were picked clean by scavengers, his fragmented skeleton and even his ivory prosthetic consumed by bone eating worms.

A noble species, one of its kind, finest of fine.

With that, not a fragment remained of Captain Ahab. Every particle absorbed by Nature, the very force he hated the most.

But from it new life was created, life that owed its existance to no one but him.

[hyperhiccup]

Conversation I just had with myself m. Am I crazy?

Me: My heart was beating really fast, am I wrong what do you think?

Me: yeah it was fast, are you anxious about something?

Me: maybe.. Life. What I'm going to do in the future. Also no one in this house can be quiet and let me sleep.

Me: it's only 9 something.

Me: yes but I have to work at 4 am.

Me: oh right I knew that. You should go to sleep.

Me: shut up. I do what I do.

Me: Alright geez.

[joker-of-gotham]

Why is it that I come up with ideas for stories where there’s at least one character that could be characterized as a sociopath? What does that say about me?

[bigsciencybrain]

This is actually how I approach characters in general, just FYI. Steve and I usually chat over coffee.

Picks up imaginary bottle of liquor and sits it on an imaginary coffee table. Takes a seat. In the opposite chair is a guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a metal arm.

Says to imaginary man, "I'm listening. Talk."

The imaginary man says nothing.

Reaches for liquor. "At least tell me what to call you."

He finally speaks. "James."

[bigsciencybrain]

*Works on Epic!Loki fic*

*All human AU Steve/Loki fic tugs on arm*

"Oh hi. I'm busy...trying to finish this one. It's been waiting a long time to be finished."

*AU Steve/Loki fic has big, sad eyes*

"Really? Really. You weren't even talking to me last week."

*AU Steve/Loki fic bats eyelashes all innocent-like*

*Throws up hands in surrender*

"Fine."

[junipercaspan]

When I have dreams about things happening, and then a week later they do I honestly sit there for a long minute and ponder if I have psychic powers or not.

[fatesanddreams]

Just realised that I feel more comfortable in a mental health ward than in a room of people I know.

They need to do mental health checks on student nurses before sending them into the war-zone.

Jus' saying.

[erostheslaughterer]

I might check into a psych ward tonight. So wish me luck and hopefully I can and hopefully if I do it will help. I pray it helps... it's such a better alternative to killing myself (which I thought about doing) cos living honestly sounds far better, though this life feels like death so how the hell would death feel like life?? So yeah. I probably won't post for awhile if this happens, so I'm setting up a big queue.