#I remember when my mom got me this at walmart

[nostalgicfun]

Elephante 🌈

[beheadable]

Remembering the time I was at the goodwill bins and saw a very tall very cute handsome adorable older guy. At LEAST mid fifties probably I’m awful with ages, remember him often….. he was so cute

[naamahdarling]

Years and years ago I was at a Walmart in the middle of the night and a couple had almost gotten through checking out an enormous cart of baby stuff when the computer system crashed and they had to go to the back of the long long line I was already in and they looked so tired at the idea of doing it all again. I turned around and saw that they had the baby WITH THEM.

No no no I was not having that.

I called them up and insisted they take my place in line so they could get home. They were so relieved I thought the mom might cry. I stayed there to talk to them as a buffer between them and the people behind us in case anyone got kind of mad that my two items had turned into like 50, but nobody did.

I was dumbfounded when the mother full-on handed me the baby to hold. Like "There is no other way to show gratitude so I will give you a few minutes of holding the most precious thing in the world to me." The baby was very new? I know nothing about babies, I've held maybe 5. But I remember the mom telling me how old the baby was and me thinking someone shouldn't have to be up and around so super soon after giving birth, so probably only a couple of weeks old. And the baby was so, so sleepy and so small, not crying, just nodding off, and she was so incredibly perfect in every way. I was holding a whole-ass human being I had never met and she was asleep and not even looking at me, but I was looking at her? Wild. Then they were done and I gave the baby back and wished them well and moved to the back of the line and that was that.

And I say all this not because I did a good thing and want to be told I am good or whatever, I think lots of people would have done the same if they had noticed this happening, but because I think about that baby so often. At least once a month. I don't know why.

And I have spent most of the time since then trying but unable to remember her name. Tonight I finally remembered it, and I just really really hope Dakota Riley is doing okay.

It's weird what sticks with you. It really really is.

[sleepyowlwrites]

get to know only extremely unimportant things about me (honestly i should do a series of these)

the first one to properly say I had to do this, @cwritesfiction wins at getting me to answer my own tag questions.

what does your bed comforter look like?

my bed comforter is purple on one side and white with purple flowers on the other. I use the flower side in the summer and the purple side in the winter. although in the winter you can't see it because I'll have fuzzy blankets on top. I have a mushroom one, a winnie the pooh one, and an owl one, of course.

do you have cough drops in your house?

yeah. I have my own stash, even. I should've taken some of them to work for the locker room pharmacy, but I just got more instead.

on a scale of 1-18, how likely are you to accidentally park father away from the grocery store than you meant to?

17 definitely. I always think I've done better this time, but when I'm walking back out to my car I'm like no, no I didn't. and it's literally because I like not having to be aware of cars next to me when I'm back out even though I'm perfectly capable.

when it comes to outerwear, is practicality or style more important?

it's been practically for years, but just a few days ago I bought myself a new winter coat that is a pretty icy blue, so now I can be warm and pretty. it looks huge on me because I have no shoulders but whatever.

do you collect medicine in your room when you're sick and then just, like, never put it away?

I collect medicine in my room that is mine, for me to use, and it gets put away in the drawer of my bedside table. or in my pill basket because yeah I have one of those.

have you ever seen some berries of some sort out in the wild and decided that you needed to photo them so they looked like blood?

as established by the insistence of Genre, of course I do this, because it's fun. scroll down and find the post with the picture.

did you check the same book out of the library/read the same book over and over despite your dad or somebody being like "other books exist you know"?

also yes. and I still reread the same books over and over now. the chronicles of the imaginarium geographica stay just as good every time!

is there an environment in which everyone there has a different nickname for you?

not here. I'm just Sleepy, and sometimes Owl and sometimes Mom/Mother. y'all could get more creative and funky. or address me as Empress, like my coworker. at work I do have a bunch of nicknames.

my store manager calls me melopoly and pips, my beloved andrew calls me megatron, I'm empress and goddess and queen and sometimes my fake boyfriend calls me dear or honey.

what animal did you fear would spontaneously manifest in your bedroom and eat you? actual belief in said fear not required.

a lion. had dreams about it, even. it always made me mad because I knew 100% that there was no way a lion could spontaneously appear but also I 100% could not stop my brain from being terrified anyway.

was there a thing that you were unfortunately really good at as a kid that set you up to go into hard "gifted kid" burnout while still being a kid?

like Sea said, I was - and am - a really good reader. I also just memorized stuff really fast and remembered it forever, so the roadblock of long division that definitely revealed my then unknown dyscalculia was a real letdown. and by letdown I mean that it took me three years to get through algebra one and two years to get through algebra two. and to this day any mathematical explanations give me anxiety.

you know you have to eat some fruit some time, so what do you buy the next time you drag yourself to walmart or wherever?

I usually go for grapes, the big black ones, because mom usually picks up apples and pears are pretty hit or miss. I have to go to walmart because that's where the big black grapes are located. and it has to be them because I ain't allergic.

are you maybe a teensy bit obsessed with code names?

yep.

what's your favorite word to refer to a personage who is capable of using magic?

it's usually mage, but I am also fond of enchanter/enchantress.

gloves or mittens or glittens?

I had this pair of rainbow glittens that came to college with me. wore those things to death. but when I used to ski I always used gloves.

are you a sibling or are you an only child who happens to have siblings or are you an only child who has liminal space siblings?

an only child who happens to have siblings. at least it was that way for a while. the youngest and I bond more these days. and if I wasn't sister to the middle one, I wouldn't have nieces! so I'm glad to have siblings. sisters.

does your edgelord have a name or are you not on speaking terms?

we're on speaking nonsense terms because it mostly manifests as incomplete sentences that my brain still makes me try to say these days.

do you actually wear your favorite piece of clothing?

yeah. which is why I finally got rid of so much stuff I never wear.

bookends. a cool accessory or something that is preventing more books from fitting on your shelves?

I need all the room I can get for my heaps of books.

please rate this tag as if it were a super duper indie flick on imdb.

I made this.

[kernyen-xo]

Here we go. It’s a long one.

My aunt is dying. Any day now, her son told the family. So, everyone flocked to see her, including mom, which entailed a 17-hour train ride from San Diego to Sacramento. My brother and I usually meet up in Bakersfield to deliver the momster because she refuses to fly and now refuses to take the train. Of course, doing the Bakersfield thing is a pain, especially if you’re not a morning person because I have to leave by 4:30 am to make sure I’m in Bakersfield by 10. Now, really, I’m glad for it in the end because I’m back home by 2:30-3p.

This time around, mom had to take the train because she was afraid her sister would die before she got to see her. So, mom was insistent she had to leave asap, which meant no Bakersfield trip since my brother and I had to work.

Easy-peasy.

That is, except this last weekend. Mom arrived Friday night near midnight (17-hour train ride, remember?). The next day we see Auntie Sally. That night, I go to the birthday celebration for me, the kid, and grandkid. Mom didn’t want to go.

Anyway.

I assumed my brother and I would meet up in Bakersfield the following weekend, which is a-ok. I have plenty of time to rest and mentally rev myself for the trip, which is something I need to do. Otherwise, without this precious time, I don’t handle it well.

Guess what? Mom wants to leave the next day. I’m like, wait, what? But, I just say ok and quietly freak out inside. This really changes everything. I tell my granddaughter, who is staying the weekend with me to shower at night, that all she has to do is roll out of bed the next am and get in the car where she can sleep.

Easy-peasy, right?

Except, when we arrive in Bakersfield, my brother is not at our meeting place. He’s always there first - always. The guy is an extreme morning person, up every day by 4am. In fact, I thought it was weird that he didn’t call once asking me for an update of my progress.

Long story short. I know, too late.

He thought the mom delivery wasn’t taking place until the following weekend. I was thinking, ok, we’ll head back home and try this again next weekend. But mom? No way. She refuses to go and suggests I leave her there to wait for my brother. Really? Like, I’d do that, and she knows I’d never do that.

So, after drinking a lot of beverages, shopping at WalMart and Nordstrom’s Rack, my brother arrives. He must have booked it because what’s usually almost a 5-6 hour drive, he made it in 3.

The grandkid and me were home by 6:30. I apologized to her for how the day went. She said, what a day! I agreed. We really didn’t get to spend quality time together. I was supposed to take her home that night, but I was so exhausted that I asked if the kid could take her instead, which she did.

The last-minute trip was hard on me. I remember the days when I could drive in a pinch no problem! Those days are gone. I missed work on Monday to recuperate. Ya, this old gal ain’t what she used to be.

And now, I need to get ready for work.

Thx for reading.

Have a good day :)

Toods!

[youplush]

some of my childhood stuffed animals!!!

let’s go!!! nostalgia time!!!

first up we will look at all the webkinz (except for my frogs bc those ones are on a shelf)

there was this lil store in town that would sell webkinz for cheaper than meijers, so if i got good grades or something my mom would take me there and let me choose 2! but meijers always had a better selection so sometimes we would go there, but they were more expensive so i could only get 1.

lil kinz grey n white cat my beloved… i got her from my aunt for christmas one year :’) first ever webkinz, i was so excited!!

my mom hated the mohawk puppy because she thought mohawks were a sin

the signature clouded leopard introduced me to the animal and i was obsessed with them for a while!

the clydesdale horse is kinda special! my dad got it for me from ebay :) he normally never got me stuffed animals because he thinks they’re a waste of money. i also thought it was cool, because the internet was new to me, and i didn’t know you could buy stuff online!

not going into details about the traumatic event obviously but it’s kinda funny, because basically i had to pack a bag super quick and i spent forever deciding which plush to take with me lol (i think i was in shock or something, because i was not thinking clearly)

okay that was a lot of plushies… now i am tired… oof.

claw machine prize time!

i love claw machines, i would play them all the time! my favorite was this little one at little caesar’s in the next town over. the machine was really easy to win! i also remember walmart used to have a bunch of claw machines!

not going through the whole box, because most of them aren’t very interesting.

my first ever claw machine win is the little angry tiger! i was probably 4?? and it was at walmart. my dad moved the claw into position and i pressed the button :) i was so excited!!!!

the black and white bunny was a win from the little caesar’s i mentioned earlier. i loved it! the plush is super soft and good quality. normally claw machines have cheap toys so i was impressed!

the carrot farmer bunny is super cool! she originally had a straw hat, but the claw ripped it off :( i was never able to get it…. but that’s okay! also one of her legs is sewn on backwards. weird. but i still think she’s super cute!

next is miscellaneous plushies

i am even more tired now, so i’m not going through the entire box… sorry

these are mostly from garage sales! some of them were bought brand new though (and those ones were always so cool to me)!

i loved that chipmunk so much. i carried him with me around the house and i would sleep with him every night. i got him from the zoo on a field trip! i remember there was so many plushies, it was hard to choose just 1! unfortunately i did puke on him once, so my dad put him in the washer then dryer. when i saw him after he came out of the dryer i was so upset. he’s different! i hate change. i cried. he’s not soft anymore. i still loved him though, because it’s not his fault that his fur got messed up.

i don’t remember where the white dragon is from, but she’s so cool! i’ve heard it could be worth money but idk.

okay i’m done. super tired now. gonna sleep on the floor. goodnight <3

[irkimatsu]

God damn it, that art of Husk literally drowning in whiskey... my fucking heart...

I started talking about Husk's alcoholism and my hopes for its future portrayal and it got long and a little personal, whoops

I would like more focus in canon about his alcoholism, more than quirky "ha ha it's eight in the morning and he's already putting whiskey in his coffee, the silly old drunk". My feelings and history when it comes to alcohol are complicated. I've seen how it destroys people who are in denial about whether they have a problem. Middle schoolers should not have to take care of their wasted relatives whenever the family party has gone to shit again, and don't even get me started on my mother's drunken temper. (She's bad enough when she's sober.) I grew up thinking that sort of thing was normal, that I'd have to avoid alcohol entirely to not end up like my family, and that even then I'd be looked at as a failure of an adult if I didn't get plastered and pass out behind a Walmart somewhere at least once in my life.

So normalization of alcohol in general already tends to get me a little weird, even if I've gotten better about it in the past decade. Still not a fan of quirky "tee hee, I can't deal with my dumpster fire of a life without wine" Facebook mom memes, but I know responsible alcohol consumption is possible, which is more progress than I had as a teenager.

But even then, Husk is not responsible. He has a problem. He's traumatized, I do not blame him for that, and like Angel, he's seeking comfort in substance abuse because he has no easy way out of the main source of his stress. They have made some allusion to it being a problem and him knowing it - "You're not going to find answers at the bottom of a bottle, I've been looking for a long time" - but I want more focus on it. Call attention to the fact that making an alcoholic spend all day behind a bar is an awful idea, and possibly intentional on Alastor's part to keep him too drunk to fight back. (Between the alcohol and winning his soul in gambling, preying on Husk's vices really does seem to be Alastor's Thing.) Make note of the fact that unlike Angel's drug addictions, alcohol use is so normalized that Husk couldn't quit if he tried - how is he supposed to, with everyone else in the hotel drinking regularly? Charlie and Vaggie can drink as much as they want, but Husk takes one shot and suddenly he's the bad guy? I can see that not sounding fair in his mind, because he's ignoring the fact that everyone else knows when to quit for the night...

And what if he did try to quit? How is he going to deal with it? The stress he can no longer drown, the withdrawal symptoms? Like with Angel, if you take away the unhealthy coping mechanism but don't do anything to help him with what he's unhealthily coping with, you're just going to make his mental state worse... I get the feeling he's been drunk for so long he barely remembers who he was when sober, he doesn't know how to be sober anymore, it might freak him out to adjust to being what feels like a different person, his whole mind working differently than it has in decades when it's no longer clouded by drink...

Alastor might not like his tamed little pet going sober, either. If he's thinking clearly, he might have silly thoughts about things like how to save himself. That won't do. Drink some whiskey, Husker, it makes you much easier to handle.

...this got longer and more rambly than I intended. I just want to see more of Husk's mental state, more than "ha ha quirky drunk". Really get into his mind, his trauma, what it would take to save him, to convince him it's worth trying to save himself.

And maybe I just like seeing him suffer a little.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

What's your earliest Sonic memory?

Hi Hon!❤️✨

My earliest memory of Sonic was playing the games with my mom. In fact, my mom WAS my introduction to Sonic. She used to play the games in the ‘90s before I was born. Then she got me hooked when I was old enough to hold a game cube controller in my hands (and I got her hooked on the films, so there’s that🤗).

If you were a lucky kid growing up in the late 90s/early 2000’s, I’m sure that y’all remember that doctors offices used to have video game kiosks mounted on the wall. (That, and Walmart). My mom took me for a physical and stopped in her tracks when she saw Sonic Heroes’ title screen appear on the TV. I remember her grabbing my hand and taking me over to play this silly game with her in the waiting room. She insisted that it was fun—and holy shit was she right! We ended up missing my appointment with the doctor because we were having so much fun playing! Sonic Heroes was my first video game ever played and my introduction to Sonic.

I’ve been a Sonic fan since 2003. I’ve seen its highs, lows, and things in between. What doesn’t change is the love that people have for this talking blue hedgehog. You see, the whole point of Sonic is that it’s always an adventure. You learn to make friendships, admire growth, and learn to look at things in different perspectives. It’s more than just a fanbase—it’s family. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[beaut1fully-m0rb1d]

Mom, could you come pick me up? I know you view me as something that ruined you, a disease. I know you would rather ignore my existence and be rid of me completely. But mom, please, hear me when I say I need help.

Mom, things are getting bad again. Remember the time you pulled me aside in a Walmart and demanded to know why my body was scarred and my mind shattered?  Remember when you acted like nothing had happened when we got home and you ignored everything I had said? How I begged you to help me and in turn, I'd finally make you proud?

Mom, I'm begging you to not ignore me this time. No, please, don't walk away. Don't yell. I'm sorry. I'll stop. I love you. Please, just say you love me back. Say you're proud of me. Please. Don't walk away from me again. I'm afraid I won't make it this time if you do. I know it's my fault, you've told me time and time again. But please, I don't want to be this way. Tell me how to be better and I'll listen, I swear.

Mom, I need you to take me away from this place. It's suffocating. I'd rather be back in your womb, where it was warm and safe. When I didn't even know I existed. Maybe this time you'll succeed in getting rid of me and I won't have ruined you.

Mom, are you sure I was born human? Are you sure that when you gave birth to me, you didn't give birth to a void? Always consuming and searching for something to fill the neverending emptiness that consumes my entire being, continuously taking but never knowing how to give, cursed to never be satisfied or complete.

Mom, are you sure I'm not you?

- Malachi

[princessfaerygia]

Ok so what I've consumed today is a total of :

2-3 bananas

3 chocolate pecan things :(

Tortilla chips n french onion dip

Dream float Alani energy drink

And this.

I'm gonna try and record my food everyday. Also I'm gonna try not to eat anymore today.

Mom insists on wearing my new Elsa shirt to church tonight. I was gonna go to church too but then remembered I could have an oculogyric crisis and I want to be safe and cozy at home.

I wore my creature cat ear hat to Walmart last night and it has a positive effect on people. The guy at deli served me potato wedges and I got all excited and he was overweight and I had my cat ear hat and he discounted me it was only 96 cents compared to my mom's cheese bites. Maybe its my ego sayin he liked me but this other stranger said, "she's wiggling her cat ears at me" lol.

I'm a lil bit mad my mom likes and wants to share my new shirt. Its for ME! Lol. My astrology says I have issues wit sharing toys. It true. I have great emotional attachment to things n people.

I guess I've let my bf go to his ex even if they arent officially together. He will call me when he wants I'm sure.

(edit also I was bulimic last night for first time in awhile. The potatoes. Also I'm gonna try be vegan again for real)

[feltlikewriting]

It’s been over a month. In the blink of an eye, I've become ten years old again. Frightened and gutted. Through writing I've conveyed the words I'm unable to verbally express and I’ll keep writing until I begin to understand and fully acknowledge what I'm feeling.

I know no more than 15 One Direction songs by heart. (That'll change soon). I got my first smartphone at 8, and back then, I didn’t even understand the concept of listening to a full album or realize they were on YouTube. So until now, I haven’t experienced a full One Direction album. My parents weren’t going to spend money on a boy band, so I never owned any merch or saw them live. Growing up, I was constantly told that my love for them was a “passing phase.” They didn’t understand that this so-called “phase” would become one of the most formative periods of my life.

I've always felt like my status as a Directioner was somehow “less than.” My journey with One Direction was strikingly different from most fans’. For nearly all my life, I’ve lived in Florida, and discovering One Direction is deeply woven with memories of beaches, palm trees, and that unrelenting Florida sun—even in December. I have vivid memories of hearing “What Makes You Beautiful” at Bravo Supermarket, of their faces plastered on lunchboxes at Walmart (seriously, they were like $3—my mom could’ve bought me one!), or of their songs blasting from a neighbor’s car. I remember being so excited to go grocery shopping with my mom because I knew I would hear them. My relationship with One Direction grew from chance encounters, and I treasured every one of them. I remember looking forward to going grocery shopping with my mom because I knew I'd hear them. My One Direction “concerts” took place at the foot of my bed and in front of my bathroom mirror. Ages 8-11 were my One Direction years.

One Direction is the foundation of my childhood. They’re a symbol of wholesomeness, of youth, of being a kid. I kept them with me even when I reached my preteen years and decided I decided I wasn’t a little girl anymore. The world around me was changing, and so did my relationship with One Direction. I still loved them, but in my mind, I was “more mature” about it now.

When Zayn left, I accepted it—maybe more easily than some others did—because by then I understood that sometimes people move on. As much as it hurt, he was still alive; he’d just gone a different route. I still had them. Even when “Drag Me Down” came out and they were down to four, I still had them, because in my mind, all five of them were still somewhere out there living and breathing, always available for me to rediscover at my leisure. I’d always have them. Every time I wanted to dive into their music or watch an old interview, I put it off, because I figured they’d always be there. I never imagined a world where one of them might truly be gone.

The older I got, the stranger it felt to revisit songs that I thought were meant to stay in my a 9-year-old memories. I wanted to preserve those songs in that special time in my life, so I kept them there. One Direction was like a first love for me, a cherished part of my past that I always looked back on fondly but didn’t need to bring into my current life. I always thought they’d be there, out in the world somewhere.

Losing Liam Payne has shattered my foundation, brutally. One Direction was immortal to me; I always thought I’d be the one to go before any of them. I could never imagine one of them dying. They weren’t just people to me—they were something more, something brighter and kinder than the flawed world and people around me. Now I’m forced to see them as human, as people capable of mistakes and mortality. This shift has left me reeling, as though I’m grieving not only Liam but also the heroes of my childhood. The memories and songs keep the loss fresh, not enough sadness driving me to stop; I can't.

In a strange way, this is the most connected to my inner child I’ve ever felt, because it’s her who feels this loss so deeply. Since his passing, I’ve been pulled back into those days. I am that girl again, singing to the walls of my bedroom. One Direction never really left me. It’s amazing how one news article brought a past version of myself crashing into me. That part of me never stopped walking with me; it’s been waiting for a moment like this to remind me of who I was. I keep reminding myself: there’s no hierarchy to being a Directioner. I have to keep telling myself that I'm allowed to feel this loss. Grief is nuanced and doesn’t need permission—it’s okay if this has hit me hard, even when I feel like I ‘shouldn’t’ grieve. The child in me feels this loss as deeply as the adult I am now.

She'll never stop feeling it. Neither will I. ❤️‍🩹

[purpleandrednotes]

Hey I’m somewhat conscious after surgery at 10am. First time with anesthesia went well when I went under. I was getting blurry on the way to to surgical room and they were right, it got colder. I remember they lifted me up onto the surgical table and when they put the oxygen mask, as soon as i closed my eyes, I was out.

I could tell time passed because I saw darkness for what felt like a minute. It wasn’t instant, but it wasn’t the whole duration of the surgery. I woke up in recovery coughing and asking them if they found anything. Cried tears of joy when they said yes and it was cauterized.

The hardest part was putting the damn needle into my body because they tried three times. I passed out during the first.

When I came to, I was nauseated. I threw up four times, whenever they moved me. Because I had to pee so so badly. It was hell. I passed out getting into the wheelchair from the bed. I had to wait twenty minutes before I could be moved into the bathroom. Took me three minutes to empty my bladder because the stream was interrupted from having a catheter in.

I threw up clear first, and once my stomach exhausted its contents, it started bringing up something green. Like my hair dye color green. That tasted horrible and it burnt my mouth.

That was still in the bathroom, and they had to get me a second barf bucket.

I have never been drunk, and I have never been hungover. But I think I experienced what both of those are. It was horrible. I felt the worst I’ve ever felt.

And it didn’t stop. I wheeled out to the car and threw up again. Had to roll the windows up so the passing people didn’t have to see it. I got to my mom’s stay and I went to bed for an hour. Woke up in pain and I had to pee again so my mom(a Saint) helped me out of bed and into the bathroom. I was only interrupted once , and I didn’t even care that the door was open. She just stayed there with me. She helped me put a new pad on (I was spotting) and get me to the sink. At this point I stood up way too fast (but it was slow) and started to lose hearing and my head got fuzzy so I had to hang onto the sink counter. Washed my hands. She brought me back to the king sized bed and we started watching Wednesday. I took a nauzene and that always helps. Haven’t thrown up since and that was around 4. It’s 10pm now. 12 hours since surgery. I took painkillers and now I’m high. I want to document everything so I can remember later.

I’ve been eating saltines and we went out to the balcony around 6pm and I was able to walk without vomiting. I was a little shaky all over. An hour later we went to Walmart. I was able to walk around, wearing a jacket , teeth chattering. I just drank a mug of hot chocolate and we’re about to eat some ratatouille.

The surgery was fine. What got me was the pre and post op. I was so cold and scared they couldn’t find my veins and the tourniquets they used (two on one arm at one time) were pinching and rubbing my skin raw. They had to use the baby vein finder on me. Then the cold IV fluid. Because it took them forever to get this running, and they told me at the beginning of putting me in this room, that it would be 90 minutes before I go back for the scalpel, it took twenty minutes before they started giving me the medication and I was being prepped for surgery.

If any writers follow me and see this, I am giving you permission to use it as a resource for young women being affected by anesthesia. Apparently it’s common for young afabs to be disproportionately affected by it when coming off.

[bishiglomper]

We never made it out to go see Beetlejuice but mom saw Amazon had it. So we just bought it. Everyone was sleeping so we still got to watch it together 8D

Sissy joined us halfway through

It was about as good as I was expecting. I like the baby beej reference but I did not like the ankle biter itself pffft

Disappointed with the ex wife ending. Felt pretty anticlimatic...

I wish there was more time to play with the Astrid and boy plot and beetlejuice and Lydia thing. But it was alright 👌

I had sort of a keatlejuice dream last night.

Keaton was donned up as BJ at this big place and the film crew was there and I ran into him and I think I was part of something. Because he saw me and was like! Hey!! We should get a picture!!! :D! Get over here!

So I remember posing with him, being upset with my outfit because it was ripped and didn't look good so the next part was trying to run to change before he left for a better photo. And also I was in roller skates for some reason. Beetlejuice roller skates. Think the Walmart sneakers with purple wheels. I need them. 🤌

My cousin was there. I think he was helping me run around looking for how to get out of there quickest.

When I got back Keaton and the crew were having dinner in this big dining room. They invited me. They ate some kinda weird seafood.

I picked at what I thought was ravioli. Seashell shaped. And it was delicious. But when I looked at another one there was a big furry green snail in it. 🤢 It might have been tasty but I couldn't eat it once i knew what it was... 🤣

It's weird that when I dream about live action characters, it's literally about the actors themselves. Happened when I had a doctor who dream; everyone was making a stink about Capaldi being an old guy and when I dreamt it I was just like "Good luck, my dude!!"

And I had a Pennywise dream, and Skarsgard was dressed as Pennywise wth balloons but it was literally us just going around greeting and making fans.

Also on roller skates, now that I think about it. 🤔

I wonder what that's about

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #242

What feeling do you have the most difficult in expressing? Jealousy. It's not something I experience often, and I think because it's rare, I have NO idea how to handle it.

Do you make your bed everyday? Why/why not? Only roughly. I just straighten the cover a bit.

Does any particular season make you happier than others? Why/why not? Autumn. I just love this time of year.

Do you give money to homeless people/beggars? Why/why not? No because I literally HAVE no money. I do not own a dollar. I'm also very afraid of people, but if there ever is a time I finally have my own income, I would like to. My mom is the friendliest person to homeless people that I know and she inspires me a lot.

What do you feel is your number one flaw? Are you doing anything about it? When it boils down to it... maybe that I have zero faith in myself and my abilities. That causes a lot of problems in my life. And I mean yeah, I'm in therapy and I've worked very hard on being kinder to myself and just trying to learn to believe in me.

Do you see yourself as worthy of love? Why/why not? I... struggle with this. I'm working on it.

Do you think you are competitive? Do you really dislike losing? No, and I really don't vibe with competitive-ass people. Everyone wins some, everyone loses some. That's the way of life. My mama raised me to believe everyone has their turn.

On which topics do you feel qualified at giving advice? I dunno. I'm too self-doubtful for this.

Will you be single over winter? I don't see the future. I wouldn't think so though, Girt and I are doing great.

Do you add random questions into surveys when you take them? No. I only ever delete some for a variety of reasons.

Would you get married if you could right now? I'd prefer not to right now.

Do you consider yourself spoiled? It depends. I am REMARKABLY lucky that my mom still takes care of me when I'm pushing 30; she understands that I'm a mentally ill person with a lot of struggling points and is being a true mother in never giving up on me. She does what she can, but I'm going to take the phrasing the last person used: I don't think I'm spoiled in a bratty sort of way. I don't get everything I want and stuff. I'm just very lucky to have a mom who didn't kick her chick out of the nest before she was ready.

Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? I do.

Have you ever slept on a couch with that person? Not a couch, no. I'm a big person, we ain't gonna be comfortable enough to sleep cuddling on a couch lol. Or rather, I wouldn't be, no way in hell. I already struggle to sleep in bed.

Have you written a letter to a soldier? Not that I remember. I suppose it's possible from elementary school, but I don't remember it.

Where are the majority of your clothes from? Probably Walmart.

Does being in love make you nervous? Yes, because I've been hurt so badly by love before.

Would you do your own surgery to keep yourself alive? (ex. stitches) I have no idea. I would have to be in this situation to know.

Have you ever had any really infected injuries? I've had two infected piercings and those sucked. The cyst I had got BADLY infected, that was hell on fucking earth.

Is racism for losers? It sure fucking is hunny!!!!!!!

Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No, not even Ozzy or Rammstein.

Are you popular on any websites? No.

Have you ever cussed/swore in front of younger children? Accidentally, yes. I try not to do this in respect to however their parents are raising them. Most don't want their kids hearing words like that.

Will you go to your high school reunion? No. I have no desire to go back there.

If you could meet one famous person, who would it be? Markiplier, probably. I'd love to hear some motivational talk from him.

Do you hate it when people look over your shoulder? Dude it doesn't matter WHAT I'm doing, how innocent it is, don't fucking do this, it makes me insanely uncomfortable.

Would you consider yourself hypocritical? Everyone is a hypocrite to some degree, I think everyone knows that.

Do you know anyone who had had a heart attack under 30 years of age? I don't believe so.

Are you considered popular at school? I wasn't.

If you were starving would you eat food out of a garbage can? Ugh fuck this question, it makes me think of my worst fucking fear in the world, being homeless and having to live like this. If I was LITERALLY STARVING, I'm sure I'd probably eventually look, because it's that or fucking die. I mean, look at the food we sometimes throw away, it's oftentimes fine, we're just being picky. I would never do this if I wasn't in this exact situation though.

When you last watched a movie, did you watch it alone or with someone? With someone. I never watch movies alone.

Does your job allow piercings or tattoos? No bullshit, I wouldn't work somewhere that didn't. Get with the fuckin' times.

Ever had a caricature done of yourself? How much was it, and were you satisfied with it? No.

Do you like peanut butter and fluff sandwiches? I haven't tried this since I was a child, but I remember I didn't as a kid because the texture bothered me.

Ever been to Gaia Online? Do you have an account? No, I've only heard of it.

If you got married and then got divorced, would you want to re-marry? I don't know.

Would you ever enlist in the army? I'd rather diiiiiiieeeeeee <3

Last time you were at a job interview? How did it go? Maybe like... 2019. I got the job. Didn't last long.

What’s one place you’d NEVER want to work at? I would never, EVER work in food, especially fast food. Hungry people are fucking mean. I also write super slow so would write down orders too slowly but more importantly than that, my memory is actual garbage and I KNOW I'd often fuck up, and that pisses people off.

Do you use Tumblr? What do you normally post? Yes, my main blog focuses on Rammstein.

Did you tease freshmen in high school? No, because I found it remarkably immature. Like, you were once a freshman too and didn't want to be picked on.

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? Nope, that's farther than I've ever traveled.

Do you like Taylor Swift? I don't like any billionaire, thanks.

What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? Disney Channel movie? I dunno.

Do you ever have to do yard work? No.

Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? Yes.

Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? For both, male.

Do you prefer group or individual work? Individual. I fucking dreaded group work when I was in school. Thankfully most of my teachers trusted me to work alone.

Do you have a key to anything besides your house? No.

Have you ever been to any sort of convention? I went to the country's most popular NARBC with Sara.

Is your mom or dad the older parent? Mom.

Last thing that pissed you off? Seeing a video of pet meerkats. I struggle to understand why it's legal in some countries.

What about kids on leashes? What do you think about that? People overreact immensely to this. Like what, would you rather your kid be snatched? Or have them wander off? "Well teach them to stay by you!" That doesn't always work. What about kids with mental issues that are more inclined to wander and stuff? I'd rather your kids be safe.

New tats in your near future? How about piercings or re-piercings? Tattoos, no, not in the near future. I want loads more, but they're not a priority right now for whenever I am gifted money. Perhaps I'll get my nose repierced for Christmas, but I don't know.

Would you ever visit a psychic medium? If you would, what would you wanna know? I don't fuck with scam artists.

What’s something you have a very strong opinion about? Abortion rights, to name one thing. I have a lot of very strong opinions.

Are you family-orientated in everything you do? No.

Do others consider you to be stuck up? I can't see how anyone would think that.

Would you often call yourself a moody person? I know I am.

Are you self-sufficient? Honestly, no.

Sleep position? Side or stomach. I physically cannot sleep on my back.

Who is your best friend? My boyfriend.

Do you have an online best friend as well? My closest online friends are Tez and Mazzy.

Who is your favorite person to spend time with? My boyfriend.

Have you ever had tendinitis? No.

Do you know how to grill a steak? Sure don't.

Do you mosh when you go to concerts/shows? I never have and wouldn't. Mosh pits scare me.

When’s the last time you went to a nightclub? Never been to one, don't want to.

Are you good at playing darts? I wouldn't really know, but considering I'm really uncoordinated, most likely not.

Are “school friends” and friends different to you? Yes. They can overlap, but not all "school friends" are true friends, y'know?

Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? Love 'em.

Ever been friends with someone you didn’t expect? Yes.

The last time you kissed someone, were your arms around their neck? No.

Have you had any form of exercise today? No.

Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now? Yes.

Your first dog? I was born into the family with a collie named Trigger, but I have no memories of her, she died when I was young. Who *I* consider to be our first dog was Angel, because I remember her. She died of parvo when young, though. She got quite unlucky, she also had her leg run over by a car... Don't ask me why she was outside unleashed.

Is it easy for you to pretend everything’s okay? No.

Do you prefer mint, citrus, or cinnamon toothpaste? Mint.

What’s your favorite color out of these five: Green, Yellow, Blue, or Purple? Purple.

Have you done anything sneaky lately? No.

Do you keep notes, drawings or letters that people give you? Yes, I have a box for that.

Have you had a significant other that you never kissed? I've dated people I've never kissed. "Significant other" sounds more serious.

Do you depend on people at all, in any way? Quite a lot. I've already sorta covered how much I depend on my mom. I live with her, don't work, don't have some other stream of income. I don't drive because I panic behind the wheel and it makes me unsafe.

Have you written or drawn anything for somebody else? Yes to both, many times.

Do you have any pictures of yourself with the person you like? A few, but not many. Neither of us are picture people.

[shadowredfeline]

Two in One Post

Two Responses to both my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal

First Response

Normally to tell you guys that I like eating both those candies. When I was little, I wasn't a fan of eating M&Ms, and when I got into Kindergarten, I got used to eating Skittles and they taste really good. But now that I'm old enough to remember my taste buds, I can now eat both Skittles and M&Ms. But the only Skittles I like eating are Original, Dark Side, Wild Berry and Maybe Tropical. And for M&Ms, all I can eat is Milk Chocolate, Crispy, and Crunchy Cookie. Normally the Pretzel flavor is okay, but I don't like eating candy that tastes too Sweet and Salty, much like eating Sea Salt or making Pretzels in Animal Crossing New Horizons with Flour and sugar. But when my mom and I went to a Dollar store, my brother and I checked out the M&Ms Ice Cream Sandwiches. I like the normal vanilla alongside Cookies and Cream.

Second Response

I also wanted to tell you guys that I also had Charley's before. I go to the mall all the time and their food tastes really good. Especially the Sandwiches and I had a Buffalo Spicy Chicken a couple of times. And their fries taste good as well. But I do like Cheese steaks too, but I usually eat my sandwiches without the onions. I'm not a big onion person. And what I did notice is that when I was at Walmart, some of their fast food places are different compared to what fast food places they got. They used to be just McDonald's, but I think Walmart stopped the agreement with McDonald's and that some McDonald's restaurants can stay, but all the Restaurants are Different when I was in my State, AZ. Say the one by my House still has a McDonald's as well as for Glendale and Peoria, and for Maryvale, they have a Dairy Queen, Christown has a Krispy Crunchy Chicken which I had before, and two Walmarts have a Subway including when my Sister just moved over to CO, they have a Subway at Walmart. And some Walmarts in AZ did bring in Mall Related Restaurants like Charley's and Wrestle Pretzels. But right now some of the Walmart all had Charley's and I do enjoy that restaurant ever since I was in Highschool. And that's all I remember since Charley's food is really good. 😋

[skittle-bites]

I remember being 8 years old, wandering around walmart like the little goblin creature I was, when my mom told me I could pick out one 3DS game I wanted. I already liked Pokémon, so I picked Yo-Kai Watch.

I never really made it past Sproink, got frustrated at the difficulty and put the game down. Later on, I watched the show on Netflix, and it absolutely captivated my imagination. I remember walking up to a kid on the playground who I was friends with, asking if he knew about Yo-Kai Watch all excited, only for him to respond by saying he thought it was weird.

So, I shut that part of me down. I didn’t ask my parents for the second game, didn’t own a watch, nothing. As much as I wanted to, my friends thought it was weird. I never even completed the first game, my mind had been set to believe that I shouldn’t like it- I couldn’t like it, all because it deviated from what kids thought was a normal interest. The farthest I went was watching the movie, which I did my very best to hide any record of from my parents, even though it was a huge interest to me. Hell, I remember being told my parents were divorcing, and being more concerned with watching this movie for the third time in a row than the fact that they were no longer together.

Time passed, I let the interest go and stuck to Pokémon. It crossed my mind to play it occasionally, but I never followed through.

5 years later I was going through my 3DS games, and I found Yo-Kai Watch 1. I checked up on my old save game, leveled up a bit, and took on Sproink one final time, defeating him with just one Yo-kai left on my team. I began to watch the Yo-Kai Watch anime again, curious as to how it held up, and was absolutely enthralled with it again.

Somehow, over the years I had left it behind, the part of me that wanted to go on silly little adventures with Nate and his Yo-kai pals only grew, creating a fondness for the series I didn’t know to be possible. Over the course of the summer I picked it back up, I burned through 180 episodes of absolutely nonsensical antics, and I loved every second of it. Things were different. I wasn’t the kid it was targeted to anymore, but now, I was choosing to let go of that. I didn’t care how childish, how immature it made me seem. I loved Yo-Kai Watch, and I still love it now. I bought myself a copy of the second game, I got myself a watch, burned through every episode of the original series, and I found ways to play the other titles, no matter how “weird” it was.

So thank you, Yo-Kai Watch. For letting me be a kid again. Thank you for the creativity you’ve inspired and continue to inspire in me every day.

Happy 10th, and one last time, thank you for everything.