This. This was a good night

also also, last half-salty, half-amused post I swear BUT

IM STILL LAUGHING AT THE FLYING WATER KAMUI IN THE END because I’d tweeted this nonsense before the finale aired:

Sorey and Mikleo finally fulfilled their birb dreams and ascended to the skies above LMAO ADKJFKHGSKJGGS

:-) :-) :-)

“All poetry is the same, only clothed with different metaphors.” -unknownuser

FIRST THINGS FIRST. PLEASE CHECK YOUR REFERENCES ABOUT FIGURES OF SPEECH. METAPHORS WERE NOT THE SOLE CONTENT OF POEMS

SECOND. POETRY CONTAINS EMOTIONS. AND WITH YOUR ARGUMENT, YOU MIGHT AS WELL COAXING THAT EMOTIONS ARE ALL THE SAME. WELL SURPRISE SWEETIE THEY’RE NOT. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.

THIRD. PRIOR WITH EMOTIONS ATTACHED WITH POEMS. SHITTY WRITERS LIKE ME, HAD PUT THEIR DEEPER IDENTITY WITHIN EVERY VERSES AND SO FORTH LINES–TO PRODUCE A LITERATURE. AND WITH THAT, YOU CANNOT VALIDATE THAT WRITERS ARE ALL THE SAME.

AND LAST, YOU CAN ROMANTICIZE SADNESS OR DEPRESSION IN ANY WAY THAT YOU WANT–THAT DEARY INCLUDES ON HOW YOU CREATE A POEM OUT OF IT, BUT PLEASE. JUST PLEASE FOR GOD SAKE, TRY TO WIDEN YOUR PERSPECTIVE THAT NOT ALL WRITINGS ARE ABOUT LONELINESS, ATTACHMENTS, BREAKDOWNS, AND HEART BREAKS. JUST BECAUSE THIS WORLD HAS BEEN SO CRUEL TO YOU, IT DOESN’T MEAN THAT WE’RE ALL GONNA LOOK INTO IT JUST THE SAME.

Personal responsibility

So someone messaged me to ‘take down’ a post I’d reblogged and said it was “weird I was 4 years back into their archive”…  I wasn’t in their archive.  I had simply done a search for a funny imgur post, and their post came up.  They messaged me, very curtly, to remove it and explained why…  After hearing why, I understand, however, if this video poses such a threat, why is it still viewable and rebloggable by the general public?  This seems like a thing that should have been taken down ages ago.

There seems to be an ongoing pattern of behavior here that’s worrisome. People are holding complete strangers responsible for every trauma that has happened to them.  There’s no way we all can read each other’s minds and pasts.  Most of us are just here for fandom, jokes, cats, and general escapism.  Hell, we all have our own traumas, every last one of us.  If someone misunderstands a post you made, or reblogs a photo or video that brings bad memories for you, we have literally no idea.  You can either continue to message people (in not so nice ways) to alert them to your discomfort, or you can simply remove the thing, block it, blacklist it, etc.  That ensures your well being a lot more than continuing to expect everyone else to simply ‘know’ about your pain.

We can’t hold everyone else responsible for our own troubles, memories, traumas, etc.  Take your own well being into your hands as much as possible, as really that’s the strongest defense you have.  The rest of us might be willing to help, but it’s not a burden that should be forced onto us without us even knowing.

Last night we were sitting in a circle and a girl came up to the girl next to me and sat in her lap and they started hardcore making out and so I moved a seat down to give them a lil space and then this trans guy is like “who wants to see my new penis” and just whipped that sucker out inches from my head (he said something like “oh not my REAL penis” so idk what and idk where hes at in his transition and i didnt look idk) and I made eye contact w the guy grinding the weed and he said “There’s a lot happening here” and I cracked up

Daily Drabble #387 (for 19/04)

VI: characters are drift compatible (yes, Pacific Rim reference)

“What are they doing now?” asked Arthur curiously, from under his ‘film-watching’ blanket.

“They’re linking their minds together, I think,” said Martin. “So they can pilot that machine thing.”

“Is that a real thing, or is it made up?”

“Made up.”

“Oh.” Arthur paused. “That’s a shame. If it was real, we could link our minds together, and I wouldn’t have to ask you to pass the bowl.”

Martin chuckled, passing the popcorn over. “And I wouldn’t have to ask you if I’m allowed to share your blanket.”

Arthur looked dumbfounded. “Why would you think you’d have to ask?”

Pedantic Fade Research

I needed to do something solely for myself outside of the anxiety-fueled mess that leads up to Pratt’s survey (it’s a show/presentation). My body is decomposing alive (excessive overwork), but this was very, very calming. Drawing people sleeping is nice! See y’all on the other side, after May 4. 

I have been asked many a time by people I know in real life and on here if I am serious when I say baseball bats are my weapon of choice.
Fuck yes they are. I would, in full confidence bring a baseball bat to a gun fight. Moving targets are hard to hit, I was a sprinter in high school, and moving targets that are bashing your skull in are even harder to hit. Sure I have stellar aim with a gun, but I fully support gun control laws, and many of them would not let a bipolar, anxious, panic-prone individual like me own a gun. But a baseball bat? No fucking problem.
Hell, you can pick up a metal one that makes a nice ping when you smack it. You can buy those wooden ones too and jack them up. Go to town on it with a box cutter so the mother fucker you’re whacking walks away with huge ass sprinters. Drive nails through that thing for special occasions. Wrap that fucker in barbed wire. Heck, I’ve had a buddy sand his down and soak it in gasoline for a week and then go into a fight and light it on fire. Risky to you, yes, but damn near guaranteed to get anyone threatening you running? FUCK yes.
I will never understand why society abandoned clubs as a weapon for hand to hand combat. You can run me through with a sword and sure, I’ll probably die eventually. But a baseball bat, something infinitely cheaper, can be deadly with a single blow.
Now I’m not encouraging violence by any means. But, I will say this. Don’t punch a nazi. Don’t punch a pedophile. Don’t punch a rapist. Take a pimped up baseball bat straight to their cranium.