#notevenjupiter

reaching out

THEIR THREAD: for the mun to talk about a thread that they’ve seen on the dash that the randomly selected mutual has written with another person; why they like this thread, what makes the thread stand out, etc.

@venalos 💜 I can't remember the specifics of the thread, but how I noticed Panda was an interaction with Neon (wylkstone). The way they've blended Pokemon and Monster Hunter ideas is really fun.

and I'm going to reply to the other one you sent here since it ended up in my main blog's inbox

MUSE: for the mun to talk about a mun’s muse who they really like, for either the way that they’re written, their characteristics, maybe a specific feature which was noticed in a thread or headcanon post! ( this can be a canon muse, an original character, part of a multi, it’s the receiver’s preference! )

♡ a continuation from here with @notevenjupiter and it's painful!

He opened his mouth a couple of times and… Well, nothing came out. Fucking nothing. Just a creak. A crack of something that tried to come out and couldn't. The complete shock of Sigma not remembering that evening in his old kitchen was the worst outcome of seeing him again; at least, with remembering, they could wrap it up with a bow and close that chapter. On even terms. Suddenly, Virote could smell the decay of limp, white roses and the stink of hydrangea long wilted. It hit him again.

And, boy, did it feel bad—he was sitting in that kitchen, again.

The countertops looked mauve. They hadn't been that color in years.

Virote blinked and rubbed his eyes ( it was too bright, all of a sudden; made his head hurt. ) Then, he fixed his face and smiled. Or, something like that. That smile was doing a lot of hard carrying for the god damn flashback he was sitting in. ❝... Forget it. I'm just being weird, again.❞ He reached up and toyed with an earring. The second hoop on the right—he had to keep his hands busy and try to look normal. Look normal! Be normal, now! Don't you burst into tears now, you absolute dickhead! That's what the little voice in his head was screeching. Over and over and over and over and—

Atieno occasionally did visit a few lectures, a few readings - trying to get a good sense of the kind of research being done in varying locations. Coming out of this latest discussion, they were still running through their notes, there's so much they could have told the speaker, but they didn't want to draw too much notice to themself.

The way that they often stood out just by showing to these places was plenty enough reason not to make more of a fuss if they didn't have to.

While they were deciding where their next stop was going to be - they wanted to at least pose a question to a nearby fellow guest.

"What did you think of the talk? I thought it was interesting, clearly the speaker has some experience and yet left room for further explanations. Guess there's always so much for people to research."

[x]

Zora gives a knowing nod, genuinely pleased that someone had recognized one of their personal favorite artists.

"Oh yeah. I'm a big fan of hers.. honestly been following her work for a while." It was while they were trying to get a physical copy of this album that they encountered someone seemingly interested in her work.

"Chances are there has to be another copy around here - I know they usually have at least a couple around for her. " The mention of the tiny desk has them giving another small hum.

"I definitely remember that Tiny Desk. It was a wonderful performance. And that collaboration album was rather enjoyable to me. But honestly.. it's so hard to go wrong with her. In terms of where you should start though...?"

⊹ @notevenjupiter saw it coming. feat. ❝you are the worst thing in the world.❞ by telefon tel aviv.

tenmyouji, dio, and chiaki part ways after a murmured conversation that sigma likely couldn’t help but overhear; tenmyouji’s expression in particular is dark, as he stalks off toward the infirmary. chiaki’s countenance, meanwhile, bears a heavy sadness that seems to physically weigh her down.

after lingering for another few seconds, she turns. it’s clear her mind isn’t quite in the right place when, with her eyes downcast, she blunders directly into sigma, who’s still conversing with phi. the girl doesn’t even seem to notice the obstacle in her path at first. then she glances up, and quickly backpedals.

“a-ah... sorry.” she’s being overly cautious as she fiddles with the strings of her hoodie, unable to look them both in the eye. she has a distinct feeling she may have creeped them out earlier, when she was able to pull their names seemingly out of thin air. she’d been unable, or unwilling, to explain then. how could she explain? they’d just call her crazy.

🌙 @notevenjupiter. ✨ meme. 🌙 accepting!

🔥 people change! like i know that's a hard concept for tumblr people to grasp but people who do bad things can actually do better. i mean... when i was younger in the 2000s i was a 4chan member and a writer for encyclopedia dramatica. a real internet bully, scummiest of the scum. and yeah i still have an attitude problem and i get off on being a total bitch, but im not going around trolling and doxxing people anymore.

im a better person now. you met me back then you should know!

like. learning from ones mistakes??? and improving from there???

ain't that shit a novel concept??? we love to see it

just because you were shitty back then doesnt mean your damned to be shitty forever. just be like ‘wow i fucking sucked!’ and then do better

🔥 i get so confused when i see shit poppin on dash like people complaining about someone starting drama or being awful. because i never see any of it. and its like... why do you continue to entertain these morons that cause you emotional pain... hit that block button and keep it moving, life's too short to be busting a blood vessel over some goober on the internet

like at that point its all on u for keeping them there in the first place