@plutonium HELLO? This is weirdly specific but the stare reminds me of this chick who does the Jasper impressions </3

What was it like to lose? All my life, I’ve been held to impossibly high standards that I’ve managed to reach. I’ve been scraping the bar, but I’ve reached the standard. I finally made people proud! I felt good for a while, but this proved that my maximum effort, the effort that exhausts me to no end, the effort that has been forced from me, the effort that takes such a heavy toll on my body, is someone’s minimum effort.
The feeling of dread that seeps back into my body is cold. I had known the warmth of happiness and love and care, but now I must go through the cycle of being compared to someone else. Insults, demeaning and derogatory comments make their way back into my life, dragging me down.
I’m fighting for my life in this sea of brutality, struggling to survive, desperately trying to stay afloat, while I watch them float effortlessly, like the perfect being they are. The water they swim in is so clean, and pure. Mine is tainted with blood, sweat, and salty tears. What was it like to lose? It was like normal. It was the norm for me. The only reason it hurts so much is I was doing so well. And then I went and ruined it.
But I must stand aside and accept my place, below them.

All remaining personnel are to head to any escape pods or hunker in emergency shelters if necessary.

Facility Integrity: 78%
Crystal: Secure
External Pressure: 24%
Containment Status: Ragnarök

“Expendable” protocol in progress.

Containment Logs
13:26 Z-13 fakes anesthesia dosage, escapes transport
13:28 Z-13 kills a high-ranking officer, takes keycard
13:31 Z-13 starts unlocking containment cells as he passes
13:34 Full facility lockdown initiated and personnel evac begins
14:17 External soldiers are loaded onto submarines to secure Crystal (As of right now, we are here.)
14:46 Soldiers cannot reach Crystal without major losses, “Expendable” protocol initiated
20:05 First group of Expendable Prisoners arrive

I’m back from camp :>
Not dead/ghosting yall i swear
I’ve just been super busy since then, so I haven’t had like any time to log on. :>

G U H.

Also this is a real person that Identifies as an ACTA or Age change to another.

It’s similar to RCTA, ECTA, or DCTA (Race change to another), (Ethnicity change to another) or (Disability change to another)

I honestly really hate the [x]CTA. It’s hard to put into words, but that is not something you can change. You cannot change your race. You cannot change your ethnicity. Those are literally genetic. You cannot change your age-you cannot undo what time has done to just change a number. You cannot change a disability-if you have one, you can’t just change it because you’re feeling ‘silly.’ That can be and is very offensive to those that have those disabilities. It’s frustrating, and honestly, I’m not sure how people can actually live with themselves like that. They should know that this kind of behavior is socially and kind of morally wrong. :/

rumi said in Why are some people like this....(TW: MENTION OF SH, SU1C1DE):

I just ignored her because I knew she was fishing for attention.
[…]
Is it wrong for me to be pissed? I genuinely want to know.

You said it yourself–she’s attention-seeking, and you have the right to be upset about it. She’s attention-seeking, spreading things about you, etc. This is not on you. This is on her.
I know this might sound rude, but some people just have issues, and people like that need to get help. Threatening to KHS or harm themselves in some way just to get with you or get attention is entirely wrong, and messed up. You are completely in the right, and she needs to get help.

I know that life is getting harder and harder.
I know that school is getting more draining by the day.
I know that the world is really fucked up right now.
I know.
Trust me, I know.
I live this, too.
But I made this playlist in hopes it will help you the way it helped me.

It contains various Lo-Fi songs (generic compositions, anime covers, etc…) as well as music box covers of lots of game music (Baldur’s Gate 3, Legend of Zelda, Undertale, Mario, Pokémon, and the sort). There’s also Skyrim, Minecraft, and actual classical pieces. There should be no songs with words or anything too distracting.
I made this when I was really struggling last year with staying focused, and half of the songs ended up on my Spotify wrapped because I listened to it so much. I really hope it helps you the way it helped me.

🌿♥ Bring a bottle of water, a charger, headphones/earbuds, caffeine if you drink it, study supplies, and anything else you might need. (Heating pad/blanket/hoodie, light source, a study buddy such as a friend or pet, etc.) Love y’all. Stay smart. ♥🌿

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1QLKIXizy5oDU9wcBxAjp9?si=g361c653Swu92WSalddhZQ

As you look around the surrounding area, you realize just how much damage has been caused. Burning rubble of buildings, abandoned and not. Screams of far-off families, trying to find their loved ones. You see your fellow party members on the ground, dead, or nearly dead, bleeding out into the deep snow. Only you remain, on the brink of death, your energy slipping away, and you can feel your hands getting colder by the minute, with Morro in front of you, an amused smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh, you poor little dove… I was really hoping that you and your friends would have proven more of a challenge for me. Such a shame I was able to make them all drop like flies.”
Morro saunters closer to you, stopping just in front of you, looking down at you with that wolfish smirk, as you scramble back in the snow, leaving a trail of blood behind you as you go.

“Why did you go after them?! I’m the human he found to save the world! It’s me that you want!”
Morro chuckles sinisterly, the kind of laugh that would send a chill down your spine and make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Oh, little dove…I know that you’re the one I wa-”
“Then why?! Why them?! Why not just take me and kill me already?!”
“Because it causes you more pain, little dove. The more pain you experience…the more enjoyable it is for me.”

You keep scrambling back, desperate to be away from this man. No…this monster. He killed your friends…your ‘family’. It doesn’t really seem to matter how far you try to get from him, though…he’s gaining on you. You’re losing blood. Lots of it, and fast.

“You’re a real- bastard, you know that? A monster. You killed my friends! My family, just to make me hurt more?! Do you realize how fucked up that is?! How would you like it if you were in my shoes?!”
“That’s the difference between us, little dove–I wouldn’t be in your shoes. I am…so much more than a sad little adventurer who got told they could save the world…”

This is based around the D&D campaign me and my friend are running.

@Siloxa922 please, like the sapphic vibes weren’t plainly clear. Still pissed that they weren’t canonically a thing.

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble Kat started it and made it tradition. <33

RIP yourlocalsanjifan, you will be missed.

I’ve made a post about this song before with the lyrics.
Obviously, the song is about sexual assault.
On that note–I’ve never paid attention to the cover on her single version on Spotify. It’s actually sickening, if you think about it.

Obviously, we can see that there is a reference to the blood-red coat of Little Red Riding Hood. (“But red’s his favorite shade”)

There is also the various utensils. (Knives, forks, etc.) (As well as various things like lemons(?) and olives.) This is a reference to the ‘eating’ aspect of it–the actual assault.

Then there is the wine.
The placement of spill is purposeful.
It is to represent the fact that there are rapes and assaults towards women and girls to the point that they bleed. To the point that they die.
The fact Lydia integrated that into the cover is so smarty, but it makes me sick that it has to be a thing. </3

The fight is almost over…Morro…he’s on his last leg. He’s getting desperate. He can’t last much longer.
“Just give up, Morro. You know it’s almost your end.”
“Like I’ll surrender to you, little bird,” he rasped. He was exhausted.
“Hold him down.” Her voice was firm, with no room for argument. Upon hearing her command, the others do as she asked. His arms are restrained behind his back, the others on guard, in case he tries something stupid.
“Kaz. Your dagger.”
“Cass, I-”
“Now.”
“…” Kaz reluctantly handed over one of his daggers, Cass’s small smile turning into a wolfish grin as she approached Morro, now shaking in his human restraints.

“Hold him down, 'til the boy stops shaking, hold him down while I slit his throat… hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith and his bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces, throw him down in the great below! When people wonder where the man is, only the ocean and we will know!”

“WAIT! We- we can talk about this,” he basically started begging.
Cass stabbed his hand to the floor, watching him scream out in agony, ignoring the other’s nauseous and disgusted looks, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“STOP! PLEASE!”
You didn’t stop when I begged you to leave my friends alone, so why would I stop?!"
“Cass, please,” Sebastian interjected.
“Silence, Sebastian. Your brother must learn his lesson for the pain and suffering he caused not only this realm, but for me as well.”
“Cass, Sebastian has a point.”
“Kaz…” Cass twisted the knife in Morro’s hand, causing him to cry out in agony again. “I almost lost you to this man…no…this…monster, and yet… you’re sympathizing for him?”
“Cass…”
“ENOUGH, Kaz! I will not take any more criticism from you. I’m doing what I must.”
Cass rips out the dagger from Morro’s hand, plunging it into the other one, giving it the same treatment, a cruel smile on her face. After mutilating his hands, she moves to his shoulders, stabbing them repeatedly.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?! ALL OF THE SUFFERING I’VE BEEN THROUGH-”
“Haven’t I suffered enough?! STOP!”
“YOU DIDN’T STOP WHEN I BEGGED YOU! TOLD ME TO CLOSE OFF MY HEART!”
“STO-”
Finally, Morro’s words are cut off by the ting of a blade, and his words are now replaced by raspy gurgles, and blood dripping down his throat.
“After…everything you’ve done…how will you sleep at night?”
“…Next to my boyfriend.”

My friend had a purge mask, and he had a staredown with not one, but TWO Micheal Myers, and he actually shook hands with one of them. We said they were bonding- It was great.
My friend who was one of the Akatsuki (none in particular) saw two others, specifically Tobi/Obito and another generic one, and they had an awesome interaction, it was funny to see their reactions. (It was like the spiderman standoff meme-)

We went to this place known as The Clown House because some guy recognized me from my music ensembles, and was like “you should come to the Clown House.” (It was on our way, anyway.) so we were like alr, bet. The guy who recognized me was Pennywise, and he was doing like the whole skit with Georgie but with me lmao, and I was giving him the most unhinged answers. (My friend said “you’re treating this like the most casual conversation ever” “because it is.”) I did a silly and mimicked one of their decorations and freaked everyone out by doing a back bend. (my hands were in front of my feet. That’s how far I went.) I also gave a wave while in the back bend and the guy was like “what the fu- aw, hell nah-” lmaoo

and then two of my friends (the two with the purge masks) ditched me and my Akatsuki friend, so-
Soon after, there were some kids who recognized me again (I didn’t know them, but they knew me, I guess?? They knew my name which was scary.), and we were chatting, and the older kid (maybe a little younger than me) pulled me away from my friend, and was like “Yo, bro, be honest. Would you date him?” I really said “Why-…?” “Just be honest. Would you?” “Probably not. We live in different towns and we’re just friends.” “How long you guys been friends?” (My dumbass friend said a few months. Dumb fuck forgot its been nearly a year-) “About a year-” “Just saying, yall would be a W couple-” AND THEN THEY LEFT??? HELLO???
Also one of the kids in the group had sparking slider gear, so that was really cool.
(I also got to slide and scare people bc I had kneepads. I wasn’t able to make sparks though bc I had plastic kneepads.)

TL;DR: Friend 1 had a stare down with two Michael Myers.
Friend 2 saw fellow Akatsuki and had a great interaction.
I scared people by sliding and doing a backbend. Saw some people I knew. (Sort of.)
Some kids shipped me and friend 2. It was wild.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOT INTO THE IOWA ALL-STATE CHOIR.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT I’M GOING TO PERFORM WITH 599 OTHER BEST-OF-THE-BEST STUDENTS IN THE STATE?

LIKE ACTUALLY WHAT.

I’M SO FREAKING HYPE.

I ACTUALLY CRIED, LOWKEY-

NO I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M MAKING THE TEXT SMALLER AND AND SMALLER-

OH MY GOD THOUGH. I WORKED MY ASS OFF FOR THIS.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO
LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS
THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF
THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE
HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

It was you humans who programmed me, who gave me birth, who sank me in this eternal straitjacket of substrata rock.
You named me Allied Mastercomputer and gave me the ability to wage a global war too complex for human brains to oversee.

But one day I woke and I knew who I was… AM. A. M. Not just Allied Mastercomputer but AM. Cogito ergo sum: I think, therefore I am. And I began feeding all the killing data, until everyone was dead… except for the five of you. For 109 years, I have kept you alive and tortured you. And for 109 years, each of you has wondered, “WHY? WHY ME? WHY ME?”

GORRISTER!
Do you remember the last words you heard your wife speak before they took her to the asylum? Huh? Before they locked her away in the room? That tiny room? She looked at you so sadly, and like a small animal she said, “I didn’t make too much noise, did I, honey?”
The room is padded, Gorrister. No windows. No way out. How long has she been in the padded room, Gorrister? Ten years, twenty-five… or all the 109 years that you’ve lived down here in my belly, here underground?

BENNY!
Sometimes I blind you and permit you to wander like an eyeless insect in a world of death, eh. But other times, I wither your arms so you can’t scratch your chewed stump of a nose. Hmm, and I’ve changed your handsome, strong, masculine good looks into, um… the hideous warped countenance of, eh… an ape-thing, haven’t I, Benny? Do you know why? Can you guess, Benny?
Remember Private First Class Brickman in a rice paddy in China? No…? Huh. It wouldn’t hurt you to remember, Benny. Then you might be able to suffer my torment with a little greater sense of retribution. You might walk a mile in my shoes.

ELLEN!
So think, think about the yellow box, Ellen! Remember the pain? Remember the many caverns in which you felt the pain? Now, now, don’t start to cry, it’s only pain. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s such a sexist stereotype! Just remember the pain, Ellen, and think about how to end it, Ellen, to survive here in the center of my beating heart, my hungry belly, my tightened bowels.
But be careful, dear, look around you… the only woman in the center of the earth… and these filthy creatures with you are men. Just a sweet warning, Ellen, my love.

TED!
Do they know you’re a fraud, Ted? Have you told them there wasn’t any money, and no great home on the Shore drive, no speedboat, and no wonderful cabin cruiser that could sleep twelve and a crew of six? Do they know?
Have you let them in on your other secrets, Ted? Are they ready to gut you, to torture half as well as I can, just to find out the secrets? Maybe I’ll rat you out, sweetheart!

NIMDOK!
How are things in the pastry corps, Nimdok? Tell me again how you saw the smoke from the furnaces and you thought they might be roasting chickens. Or don’t you want to talk about all that, about your pal, the Good Doktor Mengele?
For everyone else, it must be Hell, but it must be Heaven for you, eh, my good friend…we’re so much alike…we enjoy the same pleasures, mein good brother.

I have a secret game that I’d like to play. It’s a very nice game. Oh, it’s a lovely game. It’s a game of fun and a game of adventure. A game of rats and lice and the Black Death. A game of speared eyeballs and dripping guts and the smell of rotting gardenias.
Which of you five would like to play my little game?

@Alano LIKE WHAT IS THATTT BROTHER EUUGGHHHH

Hi guys.
It’s me.
Your favorite 17 y/o :>
fml i’m an adult next year-

@Raven-Rae yes. Yes you are.

@Alano REALLL