I Think Im Going Insane.

Can't decide whether it's funnier to say "my hungry ass could never work at a" and then say something that implies you're eating something truly grotesque or something that just, makes no sense

Optimus Prime goes insane in every universe but especially in Transformers One because it's incredibly funny that he was also like the guy getting chased by cops for breaking and entering the library and causing massive amounts of property damage trying to escape every time. Like less than a week ago you saw this guy flipping off Darkwing the asshole robocop while escaping with an armful of burgers or something and now he's like Jesus????

You've personally seen this guy eat dirt after tripping down a flight of stairs and suddenly now he's the government. God chosen government. A holy martyr brought back to life to become the government. What the fuck.

And also D-16 his mentally stable bff who may or may not be his boyfriend went apeshit and killed a guy on live television

Based on this!

what kind of blogs do you follow

I follow a wide range of blogs to make sure my own blog content is as inconsistent and annoying as possible

My eyes hurt when I see how etcetera is written

I hate writing dialogue

I hate writing dialogue

I hate writing dialogue

Im watching the most doomed yaoi

If not for the fucked up writing they would have been the best ship in the fandom.

Sometimes I really want to post my silly low effort hobby photography. But I live in constant fear of what if some geoguesser guy decided they hate me. Can't even post cloud pics because I'm like well there's a non zero chance there's Some Guy out there who would be like "well based on the time you posted your last 500 posts I can deduce your rough timezone, and estimate the time of day that you took this picture from the position of the sun and length of shadows. From that estimate it can be narrowed even farther based on the tree visible in the bottom corner, as this species is primarily found in the eastern west of the northern south. After that it's as simple as looking at my 6 websites for niche hobbyists with 24/7 recordings and archives of satellite cloud images. From the data I already have it's easy to narrow my search, and then all i have to do is simply check through the remaining possible areas for which one matches the clouds in your photo. So you see, from this it's easy to see you live in Fucksville, on Eat Shit Island. And I am going to mail you loose ants."

The lights on the party hath calmed down, thank god. Its loud and hot. Im getting blinded from my right help.

Since im easter than most of the people on this app I'll tell you how the 2025 feels like.

Remember my post about a character with not-so-bland-now backstory? Yeah, I wrote a thing about his nightmare.

He's on a concert, with his friends, his favorite singers are performing. He has never been so happy, really. He can hear one of his favorite songs starts playing, his hands up, cheering. Lights switch to a navy blue with white light patches in some places. People around him are happy and some are even crying from joy. But somewhere in the distance, in the furthest corner of a concert hall, he sees a stalker standing on its back legs. Its sharp teeth poking out its mouth, pristine white fur is covered in dark stains, and its eyes are looking right into him. They stare at each other. Sounds drown out. It drops on all four and slowly starts walking at him. He stumbles, looking at it in shock, absolutely terrified. People haven’t noticed it somehow, he wants to warn them but fear chokes him.

Then it starts speeding up. Snow is falling on the concert hall's floor, its surprisingly empty here now. His legs are moving as fast as possible. Lights flash brightly and its already right behind him. It's snowing even harder, Dorzo is trying to push himself away from it, but when he opens his eyes he is on his homeplanet, snow, small bushes and occasional hills are the same. The sky is cloudy and the sun is setting. He's getting colder and colder every second and minute. He know he can’t run from hit forever, he has to think of something, of a way to save himself from the beast.

There is a tall figure in the distance looking for something. His eyes grow wider once he recognizes that person. The same red hat, white pelt and jacket with the smallest violet embroidery. Dorzo's legs are getting weaker, his lungs are burning hot. He tries to scream, to warn his father about the stalker, but nothing comes out of his mouth except frantic coughing and irregular breathing. The ginormous beast behind him is getting faster and when they're running next to each other he wants to scream in terror, but he only stumbles slightly, trying to get away from it. He has to stop it, he has to save him, he has to prevent it all from happening again.

The stalker is outrunning him, Dorzo looks at it in horror. His father seemingly cant see the danger and is just waving to him, happy to see his son after a long day of work. Words cant escape his mouth, he wants to grab his father and protect him from the beast but he seemingly isn't getting any closer. Ground under his feet is moving but nothing else changes. Maybe if he tries harder, if he runs faster, if he screams louder he would be alive.

His cheeks are getting wetter and colder and he painfully falls face first into snow. His right leg hurts so much, he cries ugly tears, he tries to reach out...

But he's simply to late...

"PLEASE, GO AWAY! IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! DON'T DIE AGAIN, I BEGGING YOU!!! " he screams in his language.

But he can do nothing to save him and he cant even save himself from looking at it all happening.

The stalker lunges at his father, its claws already in his stomach and head and its giant sharp maws are biting into his father's flesh. His stretched out arm lies on the snow, his eyes wide open and tears streaming down his face.

The next moment he opens his eyes and sees his working tablet turned off and the table at his room. He fell asleep while filling out documents, again. He sits up straight and tries to wipe off his tears, but he looks down and sees his foot stuck under the wheel of his chair. Ah, so that's why it hurt so much in his dream. He stands up and stretches out, his nightmares are getting more vivid each time, Chi'ir would not be happy to know that. He also would not be happy to hear that Dorzo was filling out damn documents till 2 a.m. The catman is almost ten years younger than him and he's one of the best psychologists he ever met. That explains how he got there, honestly. He checks if the wheels haven't ran his tail fins over and, yeah, everything the same, nothing hurts, nothing swells up.

He turns off his desk lamp, takes off his shoes and gets his pajamas on. He will have to get his healthy 8 hour sleep in just 4 hours that are left.

Its the first time I publish my fic (???) in English somewhere else cus' its not my native language. I have a few more of approximately the same size and if you want I can upload them here too. So some info about the characters :

Dorzo, 34 y.o. , works as a doctor on a spaceship, doesn't have father (as you could have guessed), sleeps poorly.

Chi'ir, he's around 25 (I don't remember), is a psychologist on a said spaceship, catboy (literally), likes Gen from dr. Stone.