#nightblogging but not really
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@gooberinomcgee Your wish is my command, my liege
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I think Maruchan ramen noodles should do a variety pack, but since the noodles are always the same and it’s just the flavor packets that differ, the pack is just several large bricks of ramen with break lines like still-connected Wheaties and then there’s a bag of 20 random flavor packets. Bonus points if the flavors are discreetly labeled so you have the option to totally Russian roulette your ramen selection.
#For those who may wonder#The russian roullete fail for me would be chili flavor#Anything spicy really#On the other hand scoring the chicken would be a win#Anyway I think this would be both fun and hilarious#Where do I go to submit ideas to maruchan#Ramen noodles#river babbles#nightblogging
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#dennis reynolds#sorry#nightblogging#is that an excuse for this#um erm uhhh#listen the cage really got me there
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@shit-hit-the-fan
here. i'll send yours when you reply to this post
Prompt: "Why?" [pronouns here] cried. "Why are you helping a monster?"
a/n: guys i’m sorry this is so bad, i promise i tried.
Darkness slowly peeled away from the edges of [name]’s vision, and a dingy light assaulted them in its place. She reaches up to rub her eyes tiredly, mistaking the dimness for the usual dark light of her bedroom.
She is restrained, however, shackled to the wall, and the metal is cold against the soft skin of her wrists. She doesn’t know why she’s here or how she got here until memories start to wheedle their way into her mind.
Her best friend’s hands pressed firmly against a white cloth, holding it to [name]’s mouth. The smell of chloroform works its way into [name]’s nose, and she blacks out without a second thought.
[name]’s eyes widen, and panic drowns her, pooling in her eyes. She thrashes desperately against the cement wall but to no avail. She only succeeds in injuring herself further than the dark, bloody scratches pockmarked throughout her body.
Of course, the door chooses this time to swing open, revealing two figures, one easily recognizable as [name]’s best friend. At least, she was once. [name] thought drugging your best friend and chaining her to a wall qualified as a good enough reason for a bestie breakup.
The other figure, however, was tall and lean, vaguely masculine. As this figure steps into the light, his features are revealed. [name] knew this face. She had seen it in her nightmares. Her father. Her father, who hurt her over and over and over.
[name] had escaped him though. She was sure of it. She went to the country to teach. Yes, that’s where she met her best friend. She had been free.
Now she was anything but.
“Just as toothless as ever, I see.” It’s [bff/n]. Her voice is a sharp stab to the gut, and tears well up in [name]’s eyes. But she doesn’t let them spill.
“Just as bitchy as ever, I see.” She bites back, her sadness growing teeth and claws. Her father's eyes darken as he watches the exchange. He strides over to [name], each step purposeful, and slaps her straight across the face. Her head snaps to the side, hair hanging over her face.
The teeth and claws don’t sheath. [name] glares up at her father, storm clouds bruising her face darkly.
[bff/n] laughs, high and cold.
Thoughts are swirling wildly in [name]’s head, and she backs down again. She knows she shouldn’t, but she’s honestly so broken. She doesn’t know what to do. And so, she looks up, ignoring her father, and asks the question burning in her mind.
“Why?” she cried, “Why are you helping a monster?”
[bff/n] struts toward [name], and bends down to her ear. “Because I’m one too.” She whispers darkly.
Fear fills [name]’s eyes, as the person she loved most and the person she hated most walk out of her prison, together.
#horror#prompt#really bad writing#tw swearing#writing#constructive critism welcome#mild swearing#long post#nightblogging#drug ment tw
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WW said the Rito evolved from Zora but their king looks like this
So I have to believe at some point the gerudo switched from castle townies to fish sticks
#Nightblogging#shitposting#Gerudo were like: hey our king turned into a demon boar — have we considered monsterfucking#And then the Rito were born#Like do I think that the gerudo died off in ww yes#Do I also think they contributed to Rito genetics yes#Does it matter no it is almost midnight and I am giggling#But I do love these weird bird guys#And their shitty little prince. The fact that they have a shitty little Prince really does marry the ruto and gan legacies
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thinking about all the women whose orbits i've had to remove myself from bc they meant too much to me while i meant too little to them
#i don't talk abt this particular feeling much bc i'm not entirely convinced it's a value-neutral sort of incompatibility—#i tend to feel it's an indication of my own fundamental warping‚ that i get greedy and codependent and desperate and can't just be chill#and that it probably has something to do with the fucked-up codependent relationship model i was raised with#but it really is just like. from the high school friendship i had to drop even though i was besotted (flavor undefined) with her#bc i couldn't handle being Just One of Many Hangers-On‚ even though she said she valued and cared abt me#to the metamour i adored (flavor undefined) who supposedly valued and cared abt me too‚ but‚ like‚ not enough#to the ex-moot who remade who i really mournfully decided i couldn't re-follow bc i couldn't stop pedestalizing her#out of all proportion with the actual intimacy of our actual interactions…#idk. just feels like. very much a Recurrent Pattern for me and not a great one!#(and like. obviously the easy read here is that it was unrequited love every time; and who knows‚ maybe it was—#but it's never been obvious to me what the exact flavor of the thing was‚ just that it was sweet and tangy until eventually it stung)#anyway. i would say 'idk what even got me onto this' but actually i know exactly what got me onto this#which was: reading fic where half the pairing was aro#and like. in the fic it worked for them‚ and like‚ in life it's so often been so close to working for me!#but then the black hole of Undefined Sad Yearning inevitably starts to gape#anyway. hashtag nightblogging ig‚ lol#feelingsblogging#past lives#the psyche#(eta thinking abt it more this has also sometimes happened with trans ppl of various non-woman stripes#but in those instances i *have* just mentally filed the dynamic under (failed/abortive) romance+‚ i think#honestly very possible that's where every instance of it belongs and it's just that i don't know how to be in love with women.#like i don't identify as not-attracted-to-women‚ i'm definitely attracted to women—#'sometimes‚' i started to say‚ but like. i'm attracted to women at the same rate i'm attracted to people of other genders‚ really—#but like. societal queerphobia really does a number on you.#like. not that playing the woman's part in the cishet relationship-escalator model appeals or makes any sense for me either#but at least it's‚ idk‚ something to kick off from??#whereas with women it's just like. a ladder into mysterious fog. how do. where go.#insane to me that i'm this old and yet this is still where i am with this. god.)
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I'm absolutely feral over the werewolf clan in Undead Girl Murder Farce. Usually I get a single crumb in the form of a solitary wolfman character for every dozen anime I watch, but now you're telling me I got a whole village of hotties?
#not me rewatching the last few episodes a couple of times so i can oogle at the wolfmen#the women are so cute too like damn#i'm really hoping i see more of them in the next episode even though i can kind of tell what's coming...#undead girl murder farce#werewolf#yes it is i the wolfman enthusiast#aly speaks#it's time for nightblogging baybee
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I am really behind in the qsmp slime lore but uh.
That Juanaflippa is the binary monster right.
God I can't help but imagine what will happen if Phil and the guys find out.
Like imagine Fake Juanaflippa and Slime together and stuff and suddenly Phil appears and stuff.
This could lead to like some big boy angst.
#juanaflippa#thoughts.#barely coherent#i think.#nightblogging#procrastinating in tumblr#i havent packed for school.#ahh shitss.#i aint a writer nor a theorist.#i am also really behind on lore i believe.#anyways toodalooo#charlie slimecicle#slimecicle#possible act of the binary juanaflippa being hurt by Phil in front of slime#and him screaming try to prevent binary monster being killed thinking that it is his daughter.#and attacking of course
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my thirsty ass could never be a hydrologist
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HOMESTUCK CYBERPUNK 2077 SBURB CROSSOVER WHERE BETA SESSION JOHNNY SCRATCHES IT TO CREATE ALHPA SESSION ROCKERBOY V AND THEY TEAM UP TO TAKE DOWN THE LORD OF FLESH HIMSELF, ADAM SMASHER
#FUCK LMAO#OK I GOTTA PUT THE KEYBOARD DOWN BEFORE I SAY SOMETHING REALLY STUPID#SHITPOST.EXE#C77#HOMESTUCK#OBLIGATORY: 'DISCLAIMER: i'M HI (HIGH)' TAG#NIGHTBLOGGING
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May I offer you some funger today
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger daan#karin sauer#needles the clown#daarin#i guess#nightblogging but not really
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Random late-night revalation: a superhero whose superpower is growing mushrooms, any kind, very fast and in huge quantities. Think about it. If you need to get into a building, grow a mass of mushrooms that instantly decay the wood of the door. Be a travelling herbal potion supplier, making your own super-fresh ingredients. Grow a cool giant mushroom umbrella cap on top of your head. Undercut the truffle market. The possibilities are endless.
#river nightblogs#mushroom powers#superpowers#story prompts#I want this now#and also now I’m hungry.#btw Im sure someone out there is gonna be all haha DRUGS and HORRIBLE MURDER OF ENEMIES#And I would like you to please calm down now and not ruin my great cottagecore superhero concept#Theyd probably be immune to negstive mushroom effects anyway#river writes#also I know why truffles are so expensive#but I refuse to believe they are really That Good until I’ve tried them#suspicious of any food thats popular for being rare#anyhoo thats enough rambling#if you read this far thanks youre a cool dude#dude is gender neutral btw
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WIP
haven't forgotten about this one yet, gonna work on this some more tomorrow afternoon ✨
#posting lots of wips to make up for the lack of properly finished stuff orz#i'm just really slow with art lately because chronic pain and fatigue and real life struggles :(#but i'll trudge on! only way to go is through! and i'll make it out the other side!#(nightblogging because of painsomnia and an early evening nap wrecking my shit orz don't mind me)
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Whinging about my extremely subjective dissatisfaction with the Constantine in the Sandman show. Like. Super subjective and I know that, but rambling into the abyss is how I get things out of my head so there can be more room in there.
Anyway yeah, permission to scroll past and ignore me lol.
Johanna Constantine doesn't even have a trench coat (or blond hair). I was trying so hard not to be Super Gay for John Constantine about my dislike for Johanna, but that fucking pea jacket. No. I refuse. She's okay - the actress is good and I'm not salty enough to say otherwise - but Johanna's not Constantine and I'm not happy about it.
Everything else in this show (Sandman) is so fucking cool too. I'm just pissy because I'm too gay for John and not gay enough for Johanna (look I'm a demiboy and anyone I like is basically someone I'm gay for to me).
God the pea jacket. It's not actually a pea jacket, tho. It's worse in my heart. Why couldn't she be Constantine in the trench coat? Why she gotta be, what?, stylish? Fuck off, give me the rumpled button up and loose tie and stupid trench coat.
I don't need her to be John, per se. But the lack of trench coat is salt in the wound of the. The. The not being John.
I just want that stupid trench coat I think. I'm emotionally attached to it.
Keanu Constantine pleases me more than Johanna. At least he had that silly black trench coat. *huffs*
#im just whinging#i wont tag the show or the character because i dont want to put my annoyance jn the tags#but im just#ugh#no thats not constantinw#and i really am pissy about hair colour lmao#its so stupid i know#anyway#out of context shit#nightblogging#lmao#my usual tags lol#ugh johanna is back on screen#get out of my LIFE youre not constantine and your name is pronounced weird go away#ugly as chic belted javket is back too#fuckin fuck fuck mc fuck a duck go aWAY#get out of my liiiiiiife#why arent yoh matt ryan? ;n;
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thinking abt like. there's so much fiction out there that makes me feel bad! sometimes really deeply bad! and like, in many many cases i could present a whole argument abt how it makes me feel bad bc it's pressing on bruises inflicted by some systemic prejudice that has deeply wounded my psyche—and that argument would be true!—and still i don't want that fiction erased from existence, or modified to suit my taste, or anything else that enacts my will on it, rather than the artist's and the artist's alone; i don't even want the artist erasing it because my argument ultimately convinces them it's Bad! produce a revised edition of it, fine; stick an asterisk or other warning on it, fine; but i still want the original to be available somewhere, because i don't want to be responsible for blotting creation out of existence. even when it's a creation i hate, i don't think that should be my place (or indeed anyone's).
mind you, i absolutely do want to feel that i've got somewhere i can analyze/vent about fiction like that, and people who will take my analysis/venting both seriously and sympathetically;
and i want fiction to exist that doesn't make me feel bad;
and i definitely shouldn't have to put up with discussions around fiction in which fellow discussants further express a prejudice towards me, or justify it, or whatever;
but it just seems so obvious to me that a world where framing yr discomfort with a work of fiction in sufficiently sympathetic (victimized) terms leads to its deletion [not that i think this is what all leftists who complain abt offensive fiction are looking to have happen! but i do get the impression that at least some of them might be?] is a frightening world—
a world where, to choose a sufficiently sympathetic (victimized) example, authors who have themselves been harmed by prejudice become unable to explore the workings of that prejudice in their fiction, unless they're doing it in a way that's unambiguously, didactically condemnatory—isabel fall is the obvious example here, but i'm thinking also of all the women and transmasc authors who write fic that, quite frankly, eroticizes misogyny and abuse of power, and how sometimes i think stories like that are hot and sometimes i don't feel particularly strongly about them one way or the other and sometimes they leave me furious or fucked up or both! but like. even when i hate it, even when it offends me not as a matter of abstract principle or allyship but right in my own personal gut—i still do feel that people have to be allowed to write, and to publish, fiction that strikes me personally as being in bad taste!
because the minute you let anyone's taste dictate what's allowable to express, even if it's leftist taste, you're going down a bad road; it's like saying monarchy can be a good system as long as the monarch is a good person. no! because (a) no system that relies on good actors to be good is a good system; and also because (b) no one who's happy to have power over others is actually a good person! [that's an awfully strong statement and i'm open to the idea that it may have some asterisks, but like. as a general rule: cincinnatus or bust.]
and similarly i feel like. if you personally want not just to critique other people's fiction—valid and good and i do it all the time—but to crush it out of existence because it expresses an ideology you may not (i may not!) like? i don't trust you. i think you're trying to substitute pain for principles, and like. i have huge sympathy for pain! i live with a lot of my own! but pain doesn't actually, in itself, necessarily constitute good moral guidance—it can lead you towards valuable sensitivity that helps people we should care about, but it can also lead you towards impatient reactivity that harms people we should care about; and ultimately it's thinking abt our pain, imo, not the pain itself, that steers us towards the former outcome and away from the latter.
#this is SO fucking long and still not really a coherent position statement lmao#if only i'd written essays in the tumblr post editor‚ back when i had them to write#i never would've struggled to meet the required word count#but like. lotta issues tangled up here and i just think it's like. SO easy to be steered one way by yr gut on this stuff#and then think abt it for a bit and realize yr gut has left zero room for a lot of positionalities you actually find sympathetic#while providing potential fodder for stances you fucking hate#(like—frankly i'm astonished no fundie students have started arguing universities should provide content warnings for queer content)#(i obviously am not opposed to content warnings and use them on this blog all the time but. tools can be picked up by anyone)#and like. it's really easy‚ i think‚ to say that and have it come across as not caring abt other ppl's genuine pain#but like. i care a lot abt ppl's pain! i just think pain is not‚ in itself‚ necessarily a great basis for policy#anyway. Just Some Nightblogging; happy 2 entertain non-ad-hominem discussion but also this isn't‚ like‚ a polished position paper
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censoring the name so it doesnt show up in searches bc its not my intent.
so i read the 1-6 of h/eartstopper online the other night because i was pretty sure i couldn’t actually watch the show and its free online. it was fine i think it definitely had a target audience that wasnt me, and if it had come out 10-15 years ago i’d have eaten it up.
i was right that i wouldn’t be able to watch it, it’s too… teenagery? and i just can’t get through that kind of thing for various reasons that have grown stronger as ive got older. its similar in a way to my inability to watch my / mad /fat diary - i never finished it because it was just… too much
the online version was a nice read, quite predictable (not in a bad way) and i think it was written in a way that was very appropriate for the characters?
it definitely reminded me of being a teenager but.. idk. i think theres a level of sadness associated with my teen years that makes things like this too difficult. the whole premise of found family is too intertwined with negative feelings for me (in the range of longing & jealousy & desire rather than anything else) and i just can’t quite deal with seeing people getting that.
ive watched a few clips of s2 on twit,ter that have come up and theyre sweet but im absolutely solid i couldn’t watch it. which is a little shame, but im not too disappointed - i think because i never expected to watch it. i am really glad it exists though. i hope 15yo queer kids can watch it and see their reflection in it. (and beyond 15yo but. thinking about myself.)
#eli’s nightblogging#like also theres the mental health storyline which.#i hate to say is cliche bc thats not really what i mean#but it was very much ‘yeh of course thats whats happening w u’#i think its handled well - but for me it just makes me a little.. im not cringing but it makes me a little uncomfortable#in ways i cant fully express and i dont know that i ever could#my internal age 15 self is jealous that they can be so openly queer - and not my past self but the 15yo who lives inside 30yo me#age 15 i didn’t understand queerness beyond ‘we dont talk ab gay people’ or ‘gay/lez is a word we use to hurt or insult people or things’#so. maybe not so much. but the me now who wishes 15yo me had a better understanding.. yeh#mightve hurt less people
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