#I hate Fridays so fucking much

[pleaseget-out]

I should get to kill myself as a treat

[painsandconfusion]

Dearest readers it has again come that time where I was sick for several weeks and now am behind on bills and they’re turning off utilities. So uh.

If you want art? Writing? Want me to literally sing for you? Shoot me Literally Any Money and I’ll hop on that request asap.

I’m still missing work for doctors appointments and didn’t get scheduled much at all this week so I’ll have some free time.

Idk hav art to stare at and covet or something-

[dyrdeer]

Eventually there will be no "black Friday". The entire month of November you'll be pelted with advertisements for all the deals they definitely can't give you any other day! Then it'll extend to other months and we'll make an online version so you can buy even more-... you're telling me they've done this already??

[youtappedout]

oh they are going to HELL

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🌻

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so i kinda got this idea. it's more than likely going to the backburner for a while (i have got to finish the stuff i already started) anyway, i came across this post that was adorable af (some screenshots below)

brain said 'huh. what if a young Eddie wants to take young Evan on a date? and then gets shamed for it. because of course he does. and then Eddie has to work through all his crap as an adult so he can then ask Buck on a date?' so i'm dumping what i have under the cut. mwah!

Eddie sits on the end of his parent’s bed, kicking his bare feet in time with a song only he can hear. He can’t remember the name, only the basic rhythm that his music teacher, Ms. Hughes, taught them. 

Tap Tap Thump! Tap Tap Thump! 

The wooden footboard is starting to bother his heels, turning them a faint red, but he continues tap-thumping along, not ready to stop just yet. It keeps him busy while his mama gets ready for a night out with Papa.

“What do you think, Eddito?” She asks, meeting his gaze in her vanity mirror.

She holds up two different earrings. One is tiny, barely visible between her fingers except for the way it sparkles in the light. The other is bigger, in a sort of loop shape with a jade stone at the bottom that matches her green dress. He thinks she looks pretty with both of them, but he remembers his dad boasting about the tiny one being a real diamond. Eddie’s not sure what that means. It seems important though if the way Papa looked was any indication.

Papa was so proud when he gave them to her after his last business trip, practically beaming. Mama wasn’t quite as pleased. Not like she was when Eddie and Sophia gave her the jade pair for Christmas. Maybe she was just tired that day? She usually is when Papa goes away for work. 

“The sparkly ones,” he tells her confidently. If Papa knows Eddie helped choose them for tonight, maybe it’ll help him earn some extra time for catch tomorrow. 

Eddie’s been extra helpful this week, helping Mama look after Sophia, setting the table, and dusting around the house before his dad came back from Houston. Hopefully Mama will mention that, too. He might only be nine but he’s getting bigger all the time (Abuela tells him so) and can do a lot more things than his little sister.  

“Thank you, mijo.” She tucks her long hair behind her ears so she can put the earrings in. 

He rearranges himself on the bed so he’s on his belly with elbows bent, chin resting on his open palms. His feet automatically restart their rhythmic drumming. 

Mama picks a lipstick and carefully swipes the brilliant red across her lips. She pinches them together a few times before she’s satisfied, swapping the small tube for a square container and something that looks like a funny, fluffy paint brush. He watches her swirl the brush and lift it to her cheeks, tinting them a dusky pink. 

“Where are you and Papa going?” 

“Out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Maybe some dancing.”

“Why?” He asks, not particularly sure why he suddenly wants to know. Tia Pepa is babysitting tonight, which means a bowl of ice cream neither of them will ever admit to while they watch telenovelas.

“He’s been traveling and it’s a nice way to celebrate when he comes home.”

“Because, Edmundo.” Papa glides through the doorway, like he was waiting for the perfect moment, stopping to stand behind Mama. “You’ll figure this out when you’re older, but date nights are key to keeping everyone happy. Especially your mother.” 

He tilts her chin up, leaning down for a kiss. Gross. 

“Ramon,” she scolds. “Now I have to fix my lipstick.” 

Papa sighs playfully. He turns to Eddie, shrugging as if to ask what are you going to do?

“So a date is just going out to a fancy restaurant? For no reason?” Eddie muses aloud. The whole thing sounds a little boring and undeserving of a special title. 

“It can be,” Mama says. “Or it can be some other activity. People go out just because and for meaningful days, too, like an anniversary or birthday. As long as you’re with someone special, it can be whatever you decide.”

Oh. Well that changes things. 

“Like laser tag and pizza?” 

“Sure,” Papa answers with a chuckle while he digs through a dresser drawer. 

An idea begins to form in his brain. His best friend in the whole world, Evan, is moving at the end of the summer, just weeks away. Evan and his sister, Maddie, have lived next door as long as he can remember. He and Eddie do everything together. Other than his family, there’s nobody more special than Evan.

[sklorpee]

this singular silly image is for the people who had followed me for Friday Night Funkin content but got Cassandra Pico's School Simulator™ instead!!!

[quiescentdestiny]

hi of course due to the @otdiaftg blog I've just reread that wonderful scene that happens right now :)))

and I am never going to get over the fact that Neil spends that entire fucking paragraph like "oh no they're gonna be sad I ruined finals for them" like you know, they're not really gonna care that he's gone, that he's like definitely dead right???

like these people haven't grown accostomed to him being there like they haven't all called him their friend.

this man is so surprised that they still want him around after all this and I---

I need to lie down.

[bluehairmisfit]

Not to make “tag vent sunday” a thing but Idk how I can go from having a great string of days where I feel happy and confident to just. Randomly fucking dropping. And feeling like the actual worst.

[blackmageeljin]

Another of our goats, Vanitas, died today.

We got him, ironically, after Eraqus died to keep Xeha from growing depressed being all alone. He died of PEM (I'm unlike Eraqus, who died from ingesting a toxin washed in after flooding) which is common in kids (he was only 7 months old) who are for lack of a better way to put it going through goat puberty.

PEM usually has identifiable early warning signs but he displayed none. Today my spouse saw him having a seizure and we immediately took action, carefully giving him water and electrolyte solution with a spray bottle because we initially suspected dehydration caused by his water freezing. We brought him inside from the cold, made him comfortable, and made sure he had food and water and checked on him every 30 minutes. He seemed to be getting better and more active until we found him not breathing during the last check in.

The worst part is, he could have been saved if we were able to get him to a vet. Unfortunately, where we live, all vets and equine vets within about a 3 hour radius are closed on Sundays. We consulted online with a doctor who said to ask for a vitamin supplement plan when we saw someone in person and correctly identified the problem, but because it progressed rapidly Vanitas did not survive more than ~3 hours after we first encountered any symptoms.

If this had happened on a different day of the week we could have brought him to a nearby emergency vet and gotten him an injection that very likely could have prevented death.

I kindly wish every shitheel who had a hand in any of these offices policies to be unilaterally closed on Sundays with no emergency services to rot in fucking hell. You a fucking doctors office not a retail store there is a goddamned time and place.

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

i'll be glad that i made it out, and sorry that it all went down like it did // in the end it's better for me, that's the moral of the story. // know it's for the better, know it's for the better, know it's for the better, know it's for the better.

(motion sickness - phoebe bridgers, moral of the store - ashe, waiting room - phoebe bridgers)

[finalexpenses]

im gonna fuckicmg ggg

[paranormalglass]

if i crumple away and turn to dust please blame my english teacher

[tardis--dreams]

When proofreading the journal (on friday night) i commented on one slightly sexist and outdated term to be replaced by a neutral and more inclusive term. I've been having nightmares because of this

[plugnuts]

I have to give up some of my cats I don't want to give up some of my cats I'm being faced with the fact that I have to give up some of my cats

[fernthefanciful]

Are you kidding me!?!?!

It's the 11th of OCTOBER

I'm not even in AMERICA

WHY?!?!

[ybcpatrick]

i don't think i've had a single good day or a good night's sleep in at least two straight weeks 😁😁😁😁😁