I Fucking Agree With The Aldo Rizz God Lmfao

oosp

the more i love him the more he'll suffer tbh

linus' parents intrigue me so much. they're ridiculously rich and powerful people who just let their anxious, sweetheart only child run around with a bunch of gay criminals because they know said criminals are sooo protective of him and yet will also teach him independence and confidence and make him a better person and so they are truly just nonexistent in his life unless he's in True Trouble like do they think danny ocean's gang is a summer camp? and also how linus hates how his family fusses over him and it's implied they're relentless mother hens and yet you never see them and truly Are giving him space. but their relationship is also strained because he only ever pretends he's okay with them but with danny and rusty and rueben and the gang they're close enough with him to tease him, encourage him to grow and are attentive enough to know that he'd been crying for example in 13. like even the rough gruff criminal uncle #14 knows if linus caldwell is sad. and yet he barely talks to his parents and yet they also Vaguely have eyes on him at all times personal safety wise yet are so out of tune with him as a person. it's sooooo fascinating. his home life intrigues me so bad. #rants

i read this for my writing and ended realized something for myself instead 🙁

Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.

he wants that cookie so effing bad

I finally understand the whole "punch me it will feel good for both of us" appeal thing and ofc it took me watching fight club to realize that

please, I come up like 10 ideas in 1 morning.

(i haven't fucking finished the other 20 fics)

i can't hate them, i can't hate this

sowwy

i love this film sm