my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.
i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.
point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.
i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.
i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.
i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.
(i think i was...six?)
anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.
(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)
so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?
so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.
the compost pile was full of worms.
and she told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and i would go to heaven, and i would be able to talk to the worms, and i would be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident out of excessive Love, and that they would forgive me, because worms have six hearts and no malice.
at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.
and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.
but because she loved me.
The amazing digital Office - Template
Character Height chart
The amazing digital Office is an open world concept. If you want to place your OC in this Template, feel free to tag me 😊💛
In this version I ship:
Showtime (Pomni and Caine)
Bunnydoll (Jax and Ragatha)
Checkmate (Kinger and Queenie)
Abstragedy (Zooble and Gangle)
Ali, a 24 yr old from Palestine, was sleeping peacefully when suddenly the bombings dropped. There is currently no safe place for them, and their family and children are struggling to survive.
Here's their go-fund-me: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ali-survive-and-evacuate-gaza
Help them if you can.
did you see the new mandela catalogue video (cognitohazard) because Holy Shit
The alternates unlocked cyber bullying I’m in disbelief 😭
Gabriel @ the alternate: okay, now type “KYS”…
Please replog my last post to reach the more people to doante to me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
No questions asked.
Here's her go-fund-me for those who want to help: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-yara-in-helping-her-family-in-gaza
Why is alt!Cesar and Mark's friendship so wholesome?
Real!Cesar & Mark's is like the standard teenage boys' where they shit on each other, while alt!Cesar's over here threatening other alters who get a bit too close to his claimed and bagging to his (homophobic) coworker about his amazing roommate/friend
Human Cesar and Mark indeed had a friendship like any other pair of teen boys. Perhaps the ribbing was. A little too hard from Cesar at times, but Mark’s never had friends before, so he can’t blame him for not quite keeping up with the blows.
As for alt!Cesar…
…Perhaps he merely became exactly the kind of friend Mark needed.
In a dark room by myself, Before the mirror at midnight, "Who are you?" "Who am I?" I asked, but received no reply. Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, dance. Oh, brand new me...
Hello, 👋
I'm Abdelrahman, 22 years old. My journey has been marked by loss and resilience. When I was 18, my father passed away from COVID-19. Determined to build my own future, I pursued an education in multimedia technology, balancing my studies with work to cover my expenses. I was preparing to establish my home and life.
A few days later, I was hit by a missile in this previously destroyed house
However, the war in Gaza, especially in the north, brought devastating tragedy. My home, university, job, and family were all destroyed in the conflict. While my family moved to the south, I was in the north, facing famine and moving from place to place, trying to survive.
Our street used to be lively and full of people, but it is no longer like that.
I have witnessed countless difficult and painful scenes while escaping death multiple times. In northern Gaza, life is reduced to a cycle of fleeing from danger and searching for food amidst the rubble of destroyed homes.
Our house that sheltered my entire family
Now, my dream is to travel abroad with my mother and sister to continue my education and develop my practical skills. For the past eight months, I have been unemployed, focusing on self-improvement and hoping for a better future.
My mother: the princess whom we strive to make happy and satisfy. ❤️️
This is where your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your support will help me rebuild my life and continue my education. It will provide us with the opportunity to escape the cycle of danger and destruction, and to work towards a future filled with promise and potential.
I am humbly asking for your help in raising funds to cover the costs of travel, education, and basic living expenses as we strive to start anew. Every contribution, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and success.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
Vetted by @90-ghost link
Vetted by @el-shab-hussein link
With deepest gratitude,
Abdelrahman
flirty or threatening? dialogue prompts
@celestialwrites for more!!
“good god, you are a pain.” “then why are you even here?” “maybe i’m a masochist.”
“say that again i dare you.” “what are you going to do about it if i do?”
“your existence unnerves me.” “aw, i’m flattered.”
“hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!”
“huh, you know when you’re not scowling at me your eyes look a little more blue than green.”
“what if one day you wandered off a cliff?” “would you join me?”
“sometimes i feel like you want to get hit.” “by you? most certainly.”
“miss me?” “i had wondered where my headache went.”
“you are certainly interesting.” “is that a compliment or are you making fun of me?” “yes.”
“i’m not docile by any means.” “i’ve noticed, i notice everything about you.”
“i need help to bury a body.” “and you thought of me? aw.” “actually, i’m the only one that would miss you if you went to prison.” “you’d miss me?”
“i hate you!” “as long as you feel something towards me.”
“watch it!” “it’s cute how easy i can rile you up.”
“do you truly hate me?” “i wish that was possible.”
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Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.
There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.