Charlie: What Should I Wear To The Goetia Gala?

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.

"Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you."

https://gofund.me/7a794018

There's no need to ask, Heba.

For those who want to help Heba survive and leave the Gaza strip, here's his go-fund-me link.

After this post gets out, I will have to go offline cause of assignments and stuff, but that doesn't mean that my asks are closed!! If you or your family are a victim of the Gaza bombing and is in need of help, do not hesitate to go to my asks and share your story. I might not be able to answer right away, but that doesn't mean that you can't reach out to others.

My biggest sorrows go out to all of the victims in Gaza, and hopefully you can get out of the Hell you found yourselves trapped in.

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I NEED TO REBLIG THIS CAUSE WTF

me and the homies got a bit silly and made this abomination

its terrifying LMFAO

@bagel1234 @disturbedpodzol @friedfrogs

So I finally caved in...

Meet Natalia, a wealthy rich girl sent to Mistyvale Academy and who's health has since been on the decline ever since she was born!

She's nice, I swear! Just... Don't mind the rbf..

(Birds Of Paradise made by @therosettasun)

“oh yes, i am very reasonable and normal about this subject!!”

*proceeds to mass reblog any related content*

If alternates are cats

And alternates work at a coffe shop

Altercat cafe?

That'd be like have a cat cafe with tigers and panthers bu ykw probably totally worth it

real

hungry much?

Something catches Blitz' eye in the toy garage and Fizz can't help but lend a hand to his bestie 🤲

I gotta say, I’m falling in love with your Alternates in Arms AU. The idea of alternates taking the place of humans, and ending up enjoying taking their place, and befriending their friends, and living their lives, is very interesting.

Thank you! It probably stems from the deeper desire in me to believe the human spirit can triumph over alternates but really I’m just a sucker for “the inhuman desires to be human”.

Can an alternate long for friendship? At least in this AU, yes…and maybe he could have it too.

Ways I Show a Character Is Deeply in Love (and Doesn’t Realize It Yet)

Falling in love doesn’t always come with violins and kissing in the rain. Sometimes it looks like, “Why do I know their coffee order, favorite pen, and dog’s birthday?”

They remember everything. Not because they’re trying to flirt. Just because their brain decided, “This person’s data is important now.”

They get annoyed by other people talking to them. Why are you laughing at their joke? He’s not even funny.

They show up. For dumb things. Things they wouldn’t normally care about. Your cat’s vet appointment? They’re there.

Their body reacts before they do. Smiling before their brain catches up. Leaning closer without realizing. Looking at their mouth while they talk. Oops.

They pretend they’re just "helping out." You know. Just being a good friend. A good friend who stares at your texts like they’re holy scripture.

They get flustered when the other person flirts with anyone else. “I’m not jealous. I just… think they deserve better. Like someone emotionally mature. Who knows their coffee order. Who… wears this hoodie. Okay bye.”

They panic when the other person gets too close. Not because they’re scared of them. Because they’re scared of how much they care.