Legit how writers feel when they see a flurry of notifs for one of their fics, and it’s only likes…
To the folks who do reblog what they like: WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE AMAZING.
I am grateful for likes. My heart drops into my ass when I see reblogs. I cry when I receive comments and messages, even if I don’t get to reply to them right away. Whatever you do, please continue to support your favorite writers, artists, musicians, and etc. ☺️
honestly, same. I appreciate any kind of interaction
So again, I’m really sorry but I was born after the year 2000 and I keep getting a TikTok with the ending “you lost the game” and everyone in the comments are just distraught millennials and I never understand so I went up to my dad and went “why do I keep hearing that I lost the game?”
I’ve never broken this man faster and he went “I don’t wanna talk about it” so now I’m even more confused so uh
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU BECAUSE OF YOU I LOST THE GAME (the fuck you is /j hope you understand that-)
(also “the game” is literally if you think of the game you lose, it’s kinda hard to explain?? But yeah that’s pretty much it as far as I know. Unless there’s some context I’m also missing???)
Y’know a really angsty story idea I would have loved to see would be about a normie character that dies and turns into some kind of undead monster, but has no memory of their human life so when their human family finds them again, they have no idea who their family is
That would have been fucked up
And I LOVE it
Monster High honestly had the potential to get pretty dark and I’m sad that only really showed up in the diaries more often than not
Ok apparently if you romance Steph, even if he sides with you Ryan doesnt show up in Gabe’s picture of the future thing. Which i think is bullshit so im headcanoning him into all those scenes where there’s an empty seat cuz wtf??! Just because i didnt date him doesnt mean we arent friends the fuck??
The Hood leaned in closer to him. “Have you ever wondered Mr Tracy, why it is I hate International Rescue and your father so much?”
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Virgil glared at the Hood. “Let me see, you hate anyone who helps others. Oh, and you crave power, fame and fortune. Basically, you are a sociopath, who will stop at nothing to get his own way. Personally, I think you are a complete and utter asshole!”
Here you have 100 sentence starters taken from the Operator videos and various trailers of Tom Clancy’s Rainbow 6 Siege! Please note that Rainbow 6 Siege is a first person shooter game about violence, terrorism and war. Potential triggering/adult content might be present or suggested in those sentence starters. Feel free to change pronouns as you see fit!
When I was little [name] taught me that “Silence was a woman’s best garment.”
I never really took her advice to heart.
Amateurs…
In a life-threatening situation the average person’s heartbeat can be upwards of one-hundred-seventy-five beats per minute.
I’ve learned from experience that the place to save lives is in the field, not an office.
Sometimes, the only way to save a live, is to take one.
I trust myself not to move, not to flinch.
I trust my teammates, and they trust me.
If you have a few spare hours, I’d love to share the details of how this device is a masterpiece of design.
All my team needs to know is, “Does it do the job, or doesn’t it?”
Does it do the job, or doesn’t it?
And let me tell you right now, it does the job.
I used to be undercover. I did time. I had to deal drugs. I even had to kill. And I was so good at it that… It got me a promotion.
I used to be undercover.
I did time.
I had to deal drugs.
I even had to kill.
And I was so good at it that… It got me a promotion.
They said it could not be done. They were wrong.
I know what you’re wondering: What’s in the [object]?
I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.
As for what’s in the [object]. It’s best you don’t ask.
The more crutches you have, the more it hurts when they’re kicked out from under you.
If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that a six-inch blade never loses reception.
Do you know what an artist and a sniper have in common? Details.
The only difference is the stakes. Mine are higher.
These soldiers think their training will keep them alive.
They break down doors and come through windows, weapons drawn.
They check the corners, watch each others’ backs, and give the all clear.
They forgot the first rule of survival.
A real hunter always watches where he steps.
Do you think you know anything?
Why do it yourself when a robot can do it better?
Let’s go.
As my friend would say, ‘A really big f*king hole, coming right up.’
Your phone is ringing. Here, let me get that for you.
Your phone is ringing.
Here, let me get that for you.
You never saw me coming.
Don’t feel so bad.
Nobody ever sees me.
I’m in everyone’s blind spot.
They always leave something behind.
The way is clear, I can follow the tracks.
Let me see your pretty faces.
Now you see me, now you don’t.
It’s a brutal, dangerous world out there, but I’ve found my way.
Chaos is my home, and I’ll make sure you never escape it.
I decide when to restrain and when to kill.
Only the best calls the shots.
Illusions are fatal.
If you waver, you’re mine.
If you pick wrong… you’re mine.
Come. Break your back against the mountain.
This is where you stop.
I was trapped, for a long time.
Lived and seen things you couldn’t imagine.
Now I see things… in a different light.
It’s uhh… quite here.
It’s like really… really.. REALLY- Quiet *sighs*
You’ve heard my price. If it’s too high, then we have nothing left to discuss.
You think I run a charity?
I have investors, unlike you.
Call me when you’re serious.
You’re making a mistake.
You rescue this ship or you’ll be walking home! ─ Swimming! ─ You’ll be swimming home! So don’t f*ck it up!
[name], they’re actually shooting at us.
They seemed very committed, and they’ve got another firecracker!
So that’s it? They save a ship, and we let them in?
Yes. They save a ship– I think we let them in!
Welp! There goes the neighbourhood!
Everyone is running from something.
So uhhh is this gonna be on the fernsehen? Or is it on television?
It’s always that which we don’t know that poses the greatest danger.
Don’t worry, maybe we’ll get it right next time.
He has no respect for anything!
If it doesn’t fire a bullet or explode, he dismisses it!
My wife has a strict policy about knives in the house.
And I have a strict policy about not pissing off my wife.
I know [name] is supposed to be the best, but he’s a hammer and I’m– i’m just a nail to him!
It’ll take time for some but you are nobody’s nail.
You’re angry, that’s good.
Anger could be a powerful tool.
We’re terrified of losing control
[Name] faced his demons. He knows how to channel his anger.
Who beat ya?
Come on, leave it alone. It was a misunderstanding.
Oh no, come on [name]. Don’t do this.
This isn’t about how [name]’s been treating you, is it?
It’s– I’m just tired of just trying to prove myself.
Get them to let go a little, we’re not the enemy here.
Where’d ya dig that relic up? ─ From under a lot of dead bodies.
They all look surprised.
Same joke every goddamn time.
The coral reinforces bone, grows like a carapce of armour on the skin. In other words, it makes monsters.
What about nuking the town?
Sunuvabitch! *explosion* We’re good!
Hold your horses [name], I’m just making sure they got it right.
You’re a humanitarian, and I’m not sure you can afford to be.
i think imma choose the prompt “prompt” idk what it is about it it just calls to me and i’m already getting so many ideas thank you razz for putting “prompt” on there because it is just so epic and poggers
Jackal I’ve been reading this over and over again throughout the day and I still don’t understand what the fuck you mean by this
I feel like an absolute bastard. (cw gender stuff, names, pronouns, family drama)
As a way to update my parents about Janelle Monae saying in an interview that their pronoun is “free-ass muthafucka” (because gender goals x infinity!!!), I casually led into it by mentioning that my new therapist wanted to know my preferred name/nickname and pronouns—all as a means of getting to my stupid punchline, “they/them seems so much easier now, doesn’t it!” ha ha ha I thought we were cool, I’ve been making pronoun jokes since I came out to them last September because I know it’s weird for them to go from having a daughter to having an adult child / offspring / neither daughter nor son. I get it. And I’ve really tried to be cool about them continuing to Female me while also trying to gradually/gently push them with things like… my Kirk haircut, sharing trivia or articles about NB stuff with them (e.g. the Janelle Monae news), etc. Anyway, I didn’t think any of that would come up again, but I’m clearly an idiot because I’ve spent 32 and a half years with one parent who Never Forgets Anything and Never Lets Any Little Detail Go Unnoticed.
Six hours later, my mother asks me what my answers had been when my therapist asked me to pin them down more concretely than “either way, whatever you prefer.” ((Aside: apparently therapists want to know the Real You? and having other people decide who the Real Me is… is not what they mean by that??)) I knew I was trapped but I never want to lie to my mom, right? So I told her honestly that my therapist will be referring to me as “they/them” and “Jim” (aka Not my legal name/what my family calls me, as well as a name which traditionally is given to people who are the “opposite” of my agab). (I also reminded her that my previous therapist knew me as Jim, too, hoping that might soften the blow.) Again: I get it. I knew before I said it that it was going to hurt her because I’m choosing to have certain people call me by a name that’s not the one she and dad gave me when I was born. I understand that it’s hard for them. I understand why it’s hard for them.
(And this makes no never mind, but… it’s hard for me, too. But I know, that’s beside the point.)
After a long, very uncomfortable silence, she said, “Is it okay if I keep saying she/her?” So I counted to five in my head and said it’s fine, because I honestly never expected her or my dad to be fully understanding of any of this. But now (and not for the first time) I’m very much wishing I’d just never come out to them at all, because at least that way I wouldn’t have gotten my hopes up when they responded by claiming that my being NB was fine and claiming that they would be totally supportive/accepting of it. My expectations were low before they knew because I assumed they would be honest with me about how it made them feel, which I assumed would be along the lines of “betrayed,” “inconvenienced,” “confused,” “disappointed,” “skeptical,” “disrespected,” and/or “we failed our child.“ It seems that when they were so chill about it up front, I forgot to keep expecting those reactions in delayed forms, and I guess I let myself believe that they would actually make the effort to shift some of their thinking about me, maybe even start using they/them for me, etc.
Turns out they were enthusiastic to declare their support (which I greatly appreciate, don’t get me wrong) but putting that support into practice has proven to be harder than I think they realized. “Too much has changed too fast” is what I’ve been told now… even though I’m not transitioning to male, I’m not doing HRT or having surgeries, I’m still dressing the same on a daily basis (just changing my “fancy” wardrobe), and the only thing that’s physically different is that I’ve stopped shaving my legs (which neither of them has even noticed because I only wear long pants).
Anyway she just happened to ask me all this as she was on her way to bed. So there was another awkward silence before she said goodnight, and if 32 years’ experience has enabled me to read any of her moods correctly, then she started crying as soon as I was out of earshot. (I would have confirmed and/or tried to get her to talk to me about it but I’m running, like, a spoon deficit at this point.)
So is my lack of much visible change the problem, then? Is this breaking my mom’s heart because I’m not different enough from my “old” self? Would this be easier in some way if I was transitioning and she could, idk, genuinely mourn the daughter she no longer has? And despite losing a daughter at least she would have a “replacement” kid whose gender still Made Sense to someone entrenched in the gender binary for almost seven decades? Or would it just make things worse?
Should I have simply lied and said I’m going by my legal name with my therapist, because how will my mom ever know that anyway? Has this name thing crushed her so bad because not much else has changed about me otherwise, so she didn’t see it coming? Or am I genuinely the asshole for expecting her to be more supportive/validating too soon, and I just need to be more patient?
((Tangent: she witnessed a really bad impostor-syndrome meltdown of mine a few months ago. I was trying to figure out what to wear to a church function and eventually got so frustrated—and convinced that I’m not really NB, just a pathetic ugly female who hates herself/her body—that I told her to pick out a damn dress for me and take me to a wig shop so I could try and undo everything I’ve done to try and hate my biologically female body a little bit less. And she responded by telling me to wear the pants/button-down/sweater aka “masc-ish” outfit I’d started with. So… is it only if I’m in crisis/panic mode that she can get on board with my being NB? Did my meltdown help her put her own misgivings about this aside? Or was she only okay with my being NB before it included having new people in my life call me by a different name??))
I keep trying to pinpoint what I’ve done wrong, and every time I re-do the math I still can only come up with, “…I was born.” But that wasn’t even my fault. I just feel incredibly selfish for trying to get them to see me the way I see myself. I keep thinking that if I don’t feel female, that’s my problem and I should have kept it to my damn self. If my identity is, in fact, Jim + they/them + non-binary, fine, but I feel like I should have known better than to reveal—to the people who named me and raised me—that I don’t really feel, and never really have felt, like I actually am the person we all assumed I was for 31 years because there didn’t seem to be an alternative.
And this is precisely why I started things off with my new therapist by trying to make her decide whether to call me she or they, Jim or my real name. More than anything—more than being sane, healthy, or alive—Iwantnotto be a burden on others.
But that’s all I ever seem to be able to do without fail.
Still working on Timestuck doodle requests, and SOMEONE asked for Mabel and Dip being some badasses and going ballistic on some of Stan’s old ‘pals’, so ask and thou shalt receive!
Plus a lil bonus panel cause I’m feeling extra soft today
