thinking about writing a jmart fic inspired by my original story. would y'all read it or nah

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I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

Ninjago au:

But almost all the ninja go through what Nya did in Seabound, in their respective seasons. When half a century spent connected to the forbidden scroll in the never realm left Zane mostly made of ice. When Jay and his powers were the only energy source strong enough to power a portal back from prime empire since Zane’s absence but he had to sacrifice his body in order to become fully digital. When the spinjitzu burst was never fully mastered by Lilly because it mean becoming stone and earth and still Cole made that sacrifice. When Nya returns to sea and whatever crystalised has in store for Lloyd. But Kai had his powers stolen before all of that, and they never returned. He had to learn to be a hero without those powers, and he was lucky enough to be a hero without the price of them too.

We need better fucking care infrastructure. I should not be trusted with anyone's care ever 💛

To get good at telling stories... writing stories... one must... practice by writing stories ;-;

During a break in the storm.

Santa Cruz, California (1/5/23)

i do still get obsessed with some thoughts sometimes theyre still there, but they do not upset me neither linger as much, even when i dwell on them it doesn't turn into a full panic attack.

the obsessive thought cycle is fuelled by anxiety. no matter how long i would try to cope with cbt, my anxiety would still be there. but with an anxiety med even if i get the thoughts they do not accelerate or overwhelm me, they dont make me feel like its an emergency and need some urgent solution, like a life or death situation. im more distanced from the problem and able to think clearer. if you cut the anxiety, you cut the incessant almost ritualistic rumination.

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Just remembered how one of my dedicated to people last roadtrip literally was like “oh actually I don’t think you can stay here tonight I have work early tomorrow :(“ after driving like seven and a half hours to him (and he texted me this when I was an hour away from his house and we had literally talked about my plans to stay there all day) like hello red flag red flag red flag

man. as much as i love hanging out with my friends i love being alone so damn much. such bliss. quiet. peace.

Whoever gave the foods for that American food poll is clearly either west or east coast. No one from the south would slander good food like that, and no one from the midwest would neglect to mention the atrocities that every aunt or neighbor brings to potlucks. If you’ve suffered thru the mayo and jello based salads and the Frankensteined casseroles, you know they belong on there over grits, biscuits and gravy, and boiled peanuts. Also like, the basic white person from the suburbs meal of boiled/baked chicken, steamed broccoli, and steamed carrots, all with no seasoning…that should honestly have a spot too

Never understood people (esp. literary critics) who think muirland is empty, just because it has literary significance as a wild place with few people doesn’t mean it is actually devoid of life. Anyone who has walked the muir, especially in summer, knows that it is full of birdsong, amazing plants that somehow cling to life in extremes, and even the stones are warmed by the sun, while the land and air itself is alive with the eerie mythology that humans have bestowed upon it. 

Admittedly, it can be terrifying, and confusing and wild but the last word I would use to describe muirland is ‘lonely’. If anything it’s not lonely enough- who knows what’s lurking out there when there is nothing between you and the sky, when clouds are so low that you can’t see the road ahead, when the wail of the wind is so loud that you can’t hear the grouse call two feet away let alone footsteps, and when the safe shelter of a stone is either out of reach across cold, hungry mosses or indistinguishable in a sea of all-consuming, killing snow.