im actually technically a hivemind but im pretty clumsy and i got every other body of mine killed and now im just one guy. it happens.

I love stock photo sentences. This has been the new thing to repeat for me when things go wrong. A mentally ill man with psychological disorders is going crazy at home. The crazy man who is alone in his house is yelling.

sorry kids daddy lost all his money betting on rhinoceros beetle fights again there won't be a christmas this year

good news babies, momma just cleared some chump of everything. Two christmases this year. God i love beetles fighting

at the vet because apparently tylenol decided to eat a joint

she's going to be ok she's just high as fuck

FHAT DOF IS BLASTEDD

Inspiration struck

real quick question

pick the closest option & please explain why in the tags

Consider: time noticing how four looks up to sky

Sky and Time are civil. Always are. Both want to get to know the other. Neither truly can. A wall the size and shape of a holy blade sits between them.

But they're civil.

Time chooses to focus on other matters. Twilight. Wind. Legend. His descendants, his responsibilities, his family members, his home. His quest. Four, his hero.

Four doesn't know he's Time's hero. He notices the glances, the curiosity, the focus, and chalks it up to an older hero simply making sure he's competent. He is, and everyone knows it. But it doesn't bother him, because he's not being lectured or exposed or pulled into the spotlight. He's just watched.

Besides, he's a bit busy trying not to trip over his own feet next to his hero.

Sky doesn't know he's Four's hero. The kid's interesting and curious and fun and badass as all hell. He asks questions and looks for advice. Sky chalks it up to being approachable. Being the type of soft he's been trying so desperately to become after his adventure. He's proud he's been able to reach it. He's not scary anymore: doesn't glare at everyone he bumps into, doesn't chase a lead with bared teeth and jagged edges. He makes the effort to smile at kids and help with groceries and be...soft. That's all he wants to be.

Time knows Sky is Four's hero. He sees how the Smith looks at him, like he's blessed the very ground and hung the moon and stars. He hides it well, but Time knows that look. He sees it in the mirror, in the back of his eyes, no matter how hard he tries to bury it. He's not jealous. Jealous is the wrong word. But he watches the two of them - watches his hero grow close to a man he can't even hold a comfortable conversation with - and finds a resigned, deeply rooted disappointment in his heart.

He wishes he could weave his way into their little bubble. Wishes he could grow as close as they are. They deserve the happiness the other brings, but Time would give a lot to find it in them, himself.

He can't.

There's a wall between him and Sky.

And Four's on the side he can't reach.

@rodentlegalteam I am Holding Your Face as I say this.

If I did not want you yapping on my post I would not have made it

Because goddammit you're so right about this. The self-sabotage. The attempt to be Not selfish (and I could write a whole essay on how I view Sky's relationship with selfishness, especially when it comes to people). The feeling of being an outcast within the group. Sky's the first, Four's the independent, Time's the elder. They don't need other people, they can handle themselves (they do need other people. They need people like they need breathing). But Time's willing to let Four choose, no matter how isolated he feels. Sky wants desperately for Time and Four to have people like he doesn't. Four is the only bridge between the two, and he can unconsciously feel the tug-of-war.

But Four isn't even aware he's making a choice.

AAAAAAAAAAH

HES NOT EVEN AWARE HES MAKING A CHOICE…

Divine blade Galaxia, wise counsel.

(og meme under cut)

i miss my spice . i mean spice. i mean spice. fuck. k mean spouce. spose. spie. i . the divorce

Sometimes it feels like nobody wants The Character to get hit so hard they cough up blood anymore.

damn mutual I don’t engage with that media you’re into but my congrandolances on the situation

i had a dream i was at a party and this girl was avoiding me and someone was like "yeah she said you weirded her out during covid" and i said "what, no i didn't" and i checked my messages and the first & only text i sent to her in 2020 was a 6 minute long video of a knight dismembering another knight with a sword

Consider: time noticing how four looks up to sky

Sky and Time are civil. Always are. Both want to get to know the other. Neither truly can. A wall the size and shape of a holy blade sits between them.

But they're civil.

Time chooses to focus on other matters. Twilight. Wind. Legend. His descendants, his responsibilities, his family members, his home. His quest. Four, his hero.

Four doesn't know he's Time's hero. He notices the glances, the curiosity, the focus, and chalks it up to an older hero simply making sure he's competent. He is, and everyone knows it. But it doesn't bother him, because he's not being lectured or exposed or pulled into the spotlight. He's just watched.

Besides, he's a bit busy trying not to trip over his own feet next to his hero.

Sky doesn't know he's Four's hero. The kid's interesting and curious and fun and badass as all hell. He asks questions and looks for advice. Sky chalks it up to being approachable. Being the type of soft he's been trying so desperately to become after his adventure. He's proud he's been able to reach it. He's not scary anymore: doesn't glare at everyone he bumps into, doesn't chase a lead with bared teeth and jagged edges. He makes the effort to smile at kids and help with groceries and be...soft. That's all he wants to be.

Time knows Sky is Four's hero. He sees how the Smith looks at him, like he's blessed the very ground and hung the moon and stars. He hides it well, but Time knows that look. He sees it in the mirror, in the back of his eyes, no matter how hard he tries to bury it. He's not jealous. Jealous is the wrong word. But he watches the two of them - watches his hero grow close to a man he can't even hold a comfortable conversation with - and finds a resigned, deeply rooted disappointment in his heart.

He wishes he could weave his way into their little bubble. Wishes he could grow as close as they are. They deserve the happiness the other brings, but Time would give a lot to find it in them, himself.

He can't.

There's a wall between him and Sky.

And Four's on the side he can't reach.

for some reason when i listen to american idiot i picture the lucky star dance, so i bring you faggot america friday

“Now everybody do the propaganda” while they make finger guns is WILD

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toxic yuri this toxic yuri that. and just when you think it couldnt get any crazier they break out the spinning piano

whatever you think is going to happen. Well. You're wrong

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Healing fairy