im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU
oh my god i just realized what’s so dumb about people being like “why would you want to watch people play video games if you could just play them yourself”
you fucking idiots watch sports on the television shut the fuck up
Also video games and consoles are fucking expensive and not everyone can afford them.
This Explains Everything
I’m really proud of this one guys
The most beautiful deconstruction of the ‘left brain” “right brain” stereotype that I’ve ever read.
so think about dexter and saracen realizing just how deep skulduggery’s mental instability, homicidal urges and self-destructive behaviors go
think about dex and saracen realizing that it was valkyrie and ghastly keeping skulduggery from nose-diving off the slippery slope
think about dex and saracen being incredibly angry at skulduggery for the whole darquesse/val thing and then realizing he barely registers their anger at all—he just does not care anymore.
think about how dex and saracen will feel once they realize they cannot get through to their old friend no matter what they do
think about dex and saracen pushing skulduggery too hard on the subject of darquesse (or any subject really) and one/both of them getting a belt in the mouth for it
(dexter calls him on not telling them about valkyrie, says he cared too damn much about her to do what was right, she’s dangerous skulduggery what in the name of god were you thinking—were you in love, is that it? and the moment dex mentions the word love skulduggery gives him a black eye and a bust lip)
think about dex and saracen realizing that the events of the past few years (the faceless ones, serpine, baron vengeous, the loss of corrival deuce, mr bliss, tanith, valkyrie, anton and ghastly, the whole death bringer debacle, kitana and her cronies, this latest thing) have taken even more of a toll on skulduggery’s mental health than they ever thought
(it’s one late night and the three of them are in the middle of nowhere because the rest of the team is off doing another mission and skulduggery tells them about the realm of the faceless ones, apropros of nothing, and saracen wants to cry and dexter has practically worn a hole in his cheek from chewing on it)
imagine dex and saracen trailing helplessly after skulduggery while he brutalizes/kills people, because if they try and stop him he’ll just wait until they’re gone and do it on his own
(the only person skulduggery ever stopped killing people for was valkyrie and she’s not here anymore)
think about dex and saracen feeling completely unable to help their friend
think about dex and saracen feeling guilty for not being there when skulduggery (and the rest of the dead men) needed them
(so they make damn sure to stick by skulduggery’s side no matter what now, they don’t know what he is anymore but they know he needs them)
If you don’t like Monty Python you’re wrong
- being late
- things i said five minutes ago
- things i said five years ago
- people touching me
- being around a ton of people
- being yelled at
- wondering if people are talking about me
- every action i do
- and just about everything else
having social anxiety is bad because you cant have any relationships with anyone without spending all of your time consumed with thoughts like “they all hate me, they all laugh at me, they all think i’m annoying, everyone hates me and they don’t care about me at all”
so don’t fucking go around acting like having anxiety in social situations is cool because its not and it fucking sucks
THE ONE ON THE RIGHT IS SMILING MY FUCKING HEART
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -