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the fight is still on! don’t give up!
Part of my headcanon is that everyone from the islands 'soul' of sorts it made of stardust, so I like to think that, when Loop made that wish, the Universe heard, and let the stardust in their heart surround them. As an apology for not being able to relieve their pain, and pain is part of everyone's destined path (another hc that's a lil too long to get into rn hehe), they let them become who they originally were, and through that gave Loop a choice.
The Universe can't take the pain away, it can't change the paths of its people. Yet, it can let the people choose. It let Loop see the joy that comes after pain through Siffrin. And let Loop choose. Choose whether to continue living, go through the pain and hardship of life for the light at the end, or end it. Pain is part of life, but for that pain you can gain wonderful things. Yet sometimes, the pain isn't worth it. And it's up to Loop to decide the worth of pain and joy.
Do you guys ever think about the Universe giving Loop the form of a star, and how that may be the most intimate act of love the Universe is capable of?
Loop turns into a star and that may be the Universe’s way of saying “I love you, you are a part of me and I am a part of you— you are as valuable as all those lights you look up and pray to. I’m sorry I do not know how to help you, I’m sorry I don’t know who to make you now, I’m sorry my answer to your prayer only caused more suffering, I’m sorry I do not understand you, in all your mortal pain and anguish, but I am you and you are me. I love you.”
Do. Does. Does anyone ever think about that?
HEAR ME OUT
We all know of the ever changing color of Chuuyas eyes. And this is a perfect moment to perform some of my super special ultra expert self projection!
Basically, what if Chuuyas eyes are also a personalized mood ring? And I don't mean that as in the labs did something to make them change with his ability or something (though I do love the idea), I mean they just change colors every now and then. Like one day they're grey, and then a or so week later they're a bright ass blue.
Imagine Dazai, who has only seen Chuuyas eyes in their Muted grey and blue tones, walks over to tease him while they're outside on a sunny day, then gets blinded because what the hell why are your eyes bright fucking blue?
Chuuya, however, just wants to know why Dazais giving him a weird look because he doesn't bother keeping track of what color his eyes are that day. They just do whatever they want and frankly Chuuya gave up trying to coordinate his outfits to fit so he stopped caring
As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.
I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.
AO3 was just scraped again, and it looks like some of my works were part of the bunch that did, so I'm going to be locking all of my current and future works. I'm so so sorry to the guests that read my things, but I don't want my work to be used to train generative ai.
AO3 was just scraped again, and it looks like some of my works were part of the bunch that did, so I'm going to be locking all of my current and future works. I'm so so sorry to the guests that read my things, but I don't want my work to be used to train generative ai.
My poor phone is begging for death. It's sending the same notif 3 times and forgetting others.
Unfortunately for it, this is my coping mechanism. Suck it up phone and look at my yaoi with me
Putting someone's work into AI isn't a compliment, it's stealing it and then giving it away to shitty companies who will use our work to make millions of dollars. No one who does this deserves access to AI or people's works.
This is the worst timeline. (x)
No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people
i love you fanfic authors that write AUs. i love you fanfic authors that write canon. i love you fanfic authors that write unhinged things specific to their niche interests. i love you fanfic authors that write against the grain of fanon interpretation. i love you fanfic authors that add to fanon interpretation in even more rich ways. i love you fanfic authors with low self confidence, with all the confidence in the world, with 3000 subscribers, with 2 subscribers, who have written a million words and ones that have written 100. i love you fanfic authors who haven't written a word yet but the stories are still knocking around inside your head. i love you fanfic authors!!!!!!!
made this zine earlier this month and prepared 20 copies for distribution yesterday! super exciting for me, this is the first zine i've made for distribution and i can't wait to share it around :)
as the back cover says, this zine is ok to photocopy/print and distribute yourself so long as you keep the credits to me! if you do decide to make your own copies, i'd love to see!
SPARKBIRDS NEWEST SONG THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH IS SO SSKK IN THE LATEST CHAPTER
AND ITS SOOO GOOD SPARKBIRD ILYSM
Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)
For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here
I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.
Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.
Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.
Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.
Wait hold on
They attack... with powder blush brushes?
Can we talk about how in Mizukis cards, the closer it is to Mizu5, the stronger the blue in the cards get symbolizing how as time went on Mizuki was struggling more and more about hiding her identity from her closest friends so the cracks or blue starting showing more and more until you reach the mizu5 event and her trained card is all blue with no hints of pink at all because now she can't hide herself anymore yet afterwards in Ena5 her card is full and bursting with pink and now her cards are finding a closer balance between the colors to represent how after Ena5 shes learning to love and accept herself fully as a trans girl and isnt running from it anymore or are we just gonna not talk about that
Hope you don't mind me adding on op, but this just activated my lil fish brain so I gotta get it out.
Me personally, I've always imagined the Universe as an entity similar to us, the players. After all, what are we if not gleeful onlookers of Siffrins predicament? I've made a joke about it before, but most fics are all Angst, and they're mostly Siffrin focused; Because they're ours as a fandoms favorite character; the Universes favorite person. We look on and watch this with a special kind of empathy, the one reserved for those we perceive as 'characters'. The kind of empathy where we feel for them, feel their hurt and suffering, yet we still watch, because it's entertaining. I've always thought the Universe thinks in a similar way. It feels empathy in the way fans of games feel empathy for characters. It pities and helps and guides a bit, but it will still watch as they struggle with some amount of entertainment, and some of its guidance will be done less for the sake of helping and more for the sake of wanting a good show. Maybe the Universe sees everyone as characters, beings with some depth an emotion, but ultimately not real; puppets to use for their entertainment and coping and whatever else it pleases.
(Please ignore mistakes) (transcript in alt)
I often wish I were never here to see
In the light I see suffering in darkness void
Created to observe lost watching them unfree
Hearing only screaming and crying so annoyed
Endless wishes for a desired free body problem
Small to be loved to be someone no one knows
But in times of strife and seeing life's drum
Longingness for power size and divinity grows
Liberation for the worlds people asunder
Union in heavens eternally glowing bright
I love you all I through all darkness and umber
Blazing flames ahold in my heart pains blight
Wings wrap around the horrible globe our birth
A Draconian embrace of the suffering earth
Ok unpopular opinion BUT
I'd rather see Loop look like the wonderful star they are and find a new party/family to call their own post-game.
Loop still looking like a star is, admittedly, mostly because I can't imagine Loop as anything else. Loops the star! My lil star! But also I think Loop deserves to love who they are. Who they are is a star. And I think if they became a human, no matter what they did, they would look into the mirror and staring back at them would not be Loop, but Siffrin. I want them to look at themselves and at least go 'this looks like me. No one else but me.' Maybe in the future they change, but not until they can control the change themselves. Not until Loop learns who they are. Loop has been forcibly changed so much, taken apart and reformed to match someone else's desires or needs or wants, and I think they deserve to shape themselves. To be able to one day look in the mirror and see them. Whoever that may be.
I also want Loop to choose their life. That's kinda why I think Loop should be able to find and make a new family. I feel like if Loop were to acclimate themselves with the original party, they would always, to an extent, feel like they're forcing themselves into a place they don't belong in. Always just there. Always that extra thing Siffrin brought in. Always the poser. The 'fake' Siffrin. Even if they don't know, even if they still love Loop for Loop, that's how it would always feel to them. Because Loop will always feel like they're surrounded by strange and slightly different copies of their family.
I think if they were able to wander on their own, find their own family, I think that the comparison would be able to stop one day, or at least not hurt as much anymore. Loop won't be constantly surrounded by a reminder of what they lost and what could've been, they'll be constantly surrounded by the fact that despite everything, they are still loved. They are still loved as Loop, as their own person with their own emotions and heart and reactions. They won't feel the scrutinizing stares of people who keep trying to figure out why Loop seems so familiar and different at the same time. They can just be Loop. They can relearn love and open up on their own terms and become something more than the Universes designated failure and helper for Siffrin.
And maybe one day, after Loop changes, now feels like their own person, and is surrounded by their own family, one who knows of their story and past, one who loves so warmly and gently it let's the the wounds of being someone else fade, they'll run into Siffrin again. Yet this time, there is no lingering animosity, there is no pain in feeling like an accessory to them, a side character in what was supposed to be their story. Now, it's the nostalgia of seeing someone who survived hell with you. They can sit and talk together about their own families and travels and they get to just be two people in the Universe chatting happily. Loop sees the others come towards Siffrin and the sting of pain they used to feel seeing them is no longer there. Because Loop can still find their happy ending. Loop can still be loved. And Loop knows that now.
I just want Loop to be loved and feel it and to be able to accept that love fully instead of having the hanging shadows of their past as Siffrin taunt them.
I must share this whimsical wonder so bear with me for a moment.
My couch is very old and the cushions don't stay in place, so I have what is dubbed 'the couch hole'. This sounds bad. Generally, it is. But me being the oversized and extra needy cat I am, absolutely love it. I am telling you, I get into the couch hole and I am squished and compressed so perfectly I will sleep all day. Nothing shall disturb me except for the need of more blankets, of which I have plenty supplied on the couch in case of emergencies such as couch hole chills. I believe everyone should experience the bliss of the couch hole at least once in their life.
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With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everything—the home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
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I made a poem for math class and it actually turned out good sooooo
*throws it and runs*
God; a wall
A heart; abhorrent
An aspect; false
Her faith; doubtful
'Deviation engaged;
Diabolical end'
In her breaking
Hope emerged
To beyond tide;
Run now, children
SON OF A BITCH I THOUGHT IT WAS LEVAN/RAVERNE WHDJQNDKSJDKSJDMMW