The world is not ready for my fantasy familiar creature

Schrodinger's Cat with Chekhov's Gun

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

THEN WHY DID YOU SHIT IN MY FLOWER POT YESTERDAY YOU BASTARD

While dancing to music you jokingly reach your hand out to your cat and ask “May we have this dance?”, when suddenly your cat places their paw onto your reached out hand, turns human, and says “I thought you’d never ask”.

You are wearing a hat that says

DILFs fear me

Fish want me

You wake up in the morning, and notice that anyone who looks at you, stares at you for a while, and immediately obeys your every command. Curious, you look into the mirror, and what you see shocks you…

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

Just straight up summon a hero or demon king

Complete weapons of annihilation and it will be even more hilarious if this was like a fantasy world where titles like this did not even exist

You get isekai’d into a typical fantasy world with the ability to summon any weapon. You often summon typical weapons like swords, spears, maybe a gun if you need it. You finally realize fictional weapons can be summoned.

My mind is filled with millions of thoughts but at the same time it feels as if im not actually thinking about anything, as if theres just a constant buzz of white noise that prevents any coherent thought from actually surfacing.

The moon looks pretty, But tonght as I again indulge in the lightheadedness that alcohol brings it stands before me as nothing but a hateful object that forces to the front of the mind fond memories that seem to overwrite every single moment of my existence.

I survived for 3 years. Somehow I did. But if I think about this time I am unable to draw up nothing but a blank. Every recollection only results in me beng faced with memories containing him, and that genuinely scares me. 3 years I have managed to power through the anguish but this time frame is nothing other than dates on a ppiece of paper. I lived this long and still am unable to find a single memory of this whole time as if I moved through life on auto pilot.

Have I actually survived then?

If I only remember times before and not a single thing from these past years, then what am I doing. Did I nit have a single good day, a pleasant lunch, a fleeting solace in the wind or an encounter worth remembering? If all my rememberance accounts to a chilling feeling in my arms and the heaviness in my bones, has there been a point in this struggle I put myself through for this multitude of days?

Ever since the day that I returned to a cold apartment, have I ever actually lived?

The moon looks pretty tonight, it really does. So much so that I cant bear to even blink lest I lose sight of it, and as naturally as breathing comes to one, the soles of my feet put the slightest bit of pressure on to the rough surface of the terrace floor.

The sight of the moon does not leave my eyes for even a moment. As my body slowly succumbs to the pull, my eyes stay glued, and for the first time in 3 years, it truly feels as if the buzz in my head has subsided. I embrace the evening chill, the fluttering in my ears, and the feeling of relief that slowly unfurled from my chest at the prospect of an unending silence, at the hope for an awaiting reunion, at the wait for a pain that will do wonders to help the feelings that seem to scratch at the inside of my body everytime that I woke up to the sound of my alarm, at the wait for an escape.

Every fibre of my being seems to be changing - waiting, moving, yearning or maybe screaming; looking for something to rip apart the walls with, or maybe searching for a key to bind something that threatens to escape. Every single part changes, every element cries.

Everything moves but one, that stays affixed.

The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?

tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse

Do you think my professor will be mad if I submit a paper arguing that Frankenstein is just a fanfic of Paradise Lost

Finished Frankenstein and further obsessed with the fact that close to the ending Frankenstein establishes how he relates to the Fallen Angel quite clearly putting forward the implicit parallels between him and his Creature that were presented throughout the book and how both the characters refuse to see their relation to the characters of God and Adam instead choosing to see themselves in the most wretched character of the story who lost himself while trying to stand up for his rights Frankenstein's right to choose the larger society over his own creation and the Creature's right to chase love and compassion from the same society that Frankenstein chooses over him both characters spend the whole book trying to justify these rights and trying to achieve them

Furthermore in my class for this book currently we're discussing the themes of how it was Frankenstein's choice to abandon his creation that led to his demise and the fact that since he did not fulfill the role he was bestowed as the Creature's creator he ended up creating a 'monster' out of the creature and it was honestly a great experience for me when throughout the book there was an undertone of sympathy being created for the creature and the last chapter solidified those feelings making me think of the writing style as a sort of parallel to Milton's Paradise Lost where Satan was shown as a character demanding sympathy and also I really hope that we end up discussing how the book creates an amazing analogy of how one feels like an outcast in a society that refuses to accept them and I couldn't help but relate it to Kafka's Metamorphosis in which he too who feels like an outlier in the society's standards and perceives himself as an insect like isn't it amazing that both books that talk about a sense of differentiation and alienation present their characters as 'monsters' of one type of another

Lastly Frankenstein and the Creature's story gave me a very strong vibe of the African proverb that 'The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth' and I think it also brings in that discussion of nature vs nurture

Reading Frankenstein and obsessed with the fact that Paradise Lost has been not only referenced directly in the book but also the fact that the Creature feels a sense of alienation from Adam as someone who was loved by his creator and related more to Lucifer instead when in fact the whole book actually creates a parallel to the creation of Adam by God with the Creature's creation by Frankenstein where it very simply presents an imagery of what could have gone wrong and maybe trying to imbibe it with a sense of reality and leaving the reader questioning about which is the reality they live in and is God trying to hide from his own creations because he too is horrified of what he ended up creating

Just realised that I never really got to know my grade for a poem that I submitted as an assignment for a creative writing course last semester and as someone who has almost never written a poem I was really looking forward to know how I did on it so anyway since I did end up writing something is anyone interested in reading it?

Reading Frankenstein and obsessed with the fact that Paradise Lost has been not only referenced directly in the book but also the fact that the Creature feels a sense of alienation from Adam as someone who was loved by his creator and related more to Lucifer instead when in fact the whole book actually creates a parallel to the creation of Adam by God with the Creature's creation by Frankenstein where it very simply presents an imagery of what could have gone wrong and maybe trying to imbibe it with a sense of reality and leaving the reader questioning about which is the reality they live in and is God trying to hide from his own creations because he too is horrified of what he ended up creating

spotify users!!! tell me the most recent song that you liked

Some computer related jobs will periodically send you emails posing as phishing scams and if you open it you automatically have to take a web safety training seminar and I just think they should do that for tumblr except with reading comprehension

Enough about right person wrong time wrong person right time what about the right person right time but just a really bad hand played by fate

Really want to practice my own art style and practice drawing faces anyone willing to present pictures so that I can try to hopefully not butcher them?