wondering if i should finally make that long ass thread of all my inspirations and the references to film noir/real life cases/history in tsp

🩶 - Hey! Please ramble about your current favorite AU you have, it can be an AU of anything. I love when people lore dump on me <3

hi anon! i have so many AUs that I can't pick a favourite, so i might just give a [not so] quick summary of all if thats okay!

Shattered Souls- JSaB [with headcanons from the pink corruption] AU

MC: Cube

This AU was probably the one that got me through some of my darkest thoughts, and because I was a mere youngin when I created it, it's obviously mostly foom, gloom and despair. Not long after the [pink] Corruption ended across Paradise, when all the corripted shapes were either purified/cured, reformed or exterminated, one of Cube's friends, Lycan, decided to host a house party in his and the other hero's favour. Several toasts were made, a lot of noise and commotion, loud thank yous and sorrys, you get the point. Now the thing is it that Cube sucks at social interaction, even in Present Era SS. Man's trying his best to hold out, but the large crowds are doing numbers for his already frazzled nerves and he ends up closing himself in the bathroom, trying to avoid a panic attack. He kinda succeeds, kinda fails, and this is where one of the recurring themes in SS starts to come into play: possession. While he's trying to avoid a nerbous breakdown, a little spooky demon thing ever so kindly tries to influence him to let þem take control. Unfortunately, because Cube’s stress and nerves are lying on beds of needles, þey don’t even need a ‘yes’ from him, and end up starting to poison his thoughts, his words, his actions. He catches on, though, and leaves the house party in a rush, Heli sees him, and follows after. She loses him, before finsing him again, kneeling [almost limp] in a clearing of the nearby forests/woodlands. She goes to help, and he, uh, violently and brutally kills her. Well, not him. Anyway, when the sneaky demon bratty boy[neutral] decides þey’re done with him, they leave him to pass out and wake up later, next to the bleeding corpse of one of his closest friends! How thoughtful! When he comes to, he [understandably] freaks out. Mental breakdown level freaks out. Holding the desecrated body of that helicopter in his arms, blood dripping down his hands, his jaw, he ends up crying, screaming apologies to the corpse in his arms, not noticing the rustling in the bushes behind him. Speaking of the bushes, behind them peeked a golden coloured hexagon, whose eyes immediately widened when she saw the carnage. Holy shit. Cube just fucking murdered someone. Also freaking out, she runs off, shaken, while Cube, also shaken with no idea of what to do now, just leaves Heli there while he also flees. [Man didn’t even bury her…for shame… /j] Cut to him back at his house, desperately trying to wash the blood off his hands, his robes, under his nails, between his fingers…but oh god, the feeling isn’t going away…so he gives up. He doesn’t look bloody at least…man proceeds to pack up his shit to throw in the wash when he’s calm enough to think again. Which he isn’t. No matter how many times he wipes his cheeks, the tears just keep flooding back. So what can he do? He can’t go to the cops, they’ll have his head on a stick! B’sides, who’d even believe him? He blacked out in a forest and woke up near a corpse? How totally believable! So he doesn’t do anything. Super productive, I know. /j Eventually, the cops do come knocking, asking about the disappearance of some helicopter from the Cyan Peninsula, and asking him if he knows anything because he was close to her. Cube’s starting to freak out, not gonna lie. Uh oh. He tries his damndest to make his fear look like nervousness, worry, an allat, and it seems to work, even though the police don’t seem to believe him. They ask a couple questions, he gives a couple answers, they seem satisfied, and it all runs smoothly. Up until he’s mailed a letter about a court trial. Shit. Gonna skip some parts, Cube gets found guilty of murder and exiled, before people find out about the demons from other experiences/sources. He’s told he can come back, which he barely believes. He’s just scared to, to be honest. I mean, he hasn’t been so stressed in his life. Amd of course, because ol’ acred’s AUs here can’t have a moment of peace, when Cube returns some kind of sickness starts to spread, spreading through the landscape via some black goo/slime subtance amd through shapes by turning the-

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

the way people online talk about autism is getting really weird, like do they know that neurotypicals still have interests? that someone being passionate about a hobby doesn't mean they're autistic? you guys know that right

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way

idk y’all should treat fat men better. and i don’t mean mildly chubby guys i mean honest-to-god love-handles-and-double-chins fat guys. stop calling them shit like discord mods or gross weebs or nasty creeps or neckbeards or that they’re stinky or sweaty or beer bellied or whatever else. fatphobia isn’t cute, even repackaged in a neat little box of “ew men”

they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

fionna and cake but simon drops increasingly wild anecdotes about his life

Bisan is calling for another global strike!

I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.

What a global strike would look like is:

calling in sick to work

purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can

putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!

For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!

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Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.

Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!

Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.

You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).

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CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.

They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.

Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

Sorry, but having Zuko actually fight back against Ozai during their Agni Kai is just wrong. He was a child, only 13 at the time, afraid to fight his own father and was mutilated as punishment, because Ozai saw Zuko's begging and unwillingness to fight as unforgiveable weakness.

The Angi Kai isn't meant to be a showcase of Zuko's fighting potential (that's what the Zhao fight is for), but to show the utter cruelty of Ozai.

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?