aftg genshin au with aaron pyro and andrew cryo (dilluc and kaeya dynamic if you will) from fontaine, kevin geo, nicky is anemo from fontaine but he moved to mondstat with his bf. matt is dendro, dan is pyro, renee is obviously electro and allison is pyro as well. I'd argue that seth could have been a cryo or an anemo.

the whole mafia thing has to do with the archons and snezhnaya, neil is some sort of traveler running from the moriyama and their goons who also have some power over the 'universe/multiverse' as in like the first goddess and they need neil's power. he pretends to be a hydro user bc je favours this element.

Pink really suits Sportacus apparently

okay but someone needs to give me henry and alex at the grocery store, because we all know that alex would be the one whipping things off the shelves like it's a black friday sale, angsty to get to the checkout so he can get his sweet prince home and naked, and henry would be back in aisle 3 perusing the milks to make sure he gets the exact one that alex likes

What the fuck am I suppose to do with yarn I don't like?

My brain has allowed me a getting together fic can I get a hell yeah ksoakapkapakapaka

To the tune of Eleanor Rigby:

Pyramus/Thisbe,

Sharing their love and their fears through a hole in the wall,

It hears them all

I think back to when my friend said I have very low self esteem. I stubbornly refuse to see myself as intelligent because I think what I say is stupid. I think books are a bunch of funny words that convey ideas. I think philosophy is a bunch of funny words that convey ideas. I dont think in words, i think in frenzied repetitions, flashes of imagery, seizure mess, schizophrenic contortions, vague perceptions, impalpable sensations, eyes dilating, rapid blinking, visions, speaking in tongues, manic delusions, i am rattled. I am constantly rattled and raving and ranting, a mad prophet. Its all gibberish, its all nonsensical, phrases pop into my head and i say them but i make no logical connections, it is all instinct, i live on instinct sniffing around like a pathetic whimpering beast. I speak, write, act all on instinct. What can a beast say of value that is not rote learning. No, that is all i know.

I accept no criticism, the first 3 PotC are amazing and the CGI for Davy Jones is STILL stunning today. the 4th had its moments. 

So for vacation my sister gave kiddo some spending money to use to pick something out for herself. And my kiddo being my kiddo, she chose this monstrosity (cropped bc how tf do I hide faces?):

She proceeded to carry this thing around the park like a proud mother hen. And as we were going on one of the animal walks nearby an employee chatted with her a little about her new friend.

Employee: Wow! You've got a dinosaur?

Kiddo: Yeah! His name is 'Meat'!

Employee: Oh wow, I think there are some animals on our walk here who'll be pretty scared of him!

Kiddo: Don't worry - he only eats adults.

Employee: *blinks*

Me: *pushes my child and her adult eating dinosaur towards the tigers to spare the poor woman the need to come up with a child friendly response to that*

I love finding documents in my Google drive that i dont remember making whatsoever

snoopy as lady macbeth

almost got bitten by a tick today

Its my birthday.... so I get to draw demoman as meiko..... !!!!

i don't smoke, i am against smoking, it is against my religion. But holy crap do you just wish to grab a cig and stare aimlessly at a view? 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Clone Trooper Coric (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Survivor Guilt, i'm taking canon's worst parts and making them even worse, there is. lotsa dark stuff in here, so read with caution, this is so self-indulgent, if you count a character half losing their mind as indulgence, Hurt No Comfort, Coric Needs A Nap, He gets a caffeine overdose instead :), Referenced Mercy Killing, briefly implied suicidal thoughts Summary:

He couldn't do this anymore.

(Help.)

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When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.

Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.

Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.

"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.

Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."

It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.

Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.

And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.

It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."

The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."

It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.