#January 10 2025

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Wailord

[royalarchivist]

Phil: You know, I found something out– I found something out that sickened me recently. Did you know… that Quackity hasn't seen all of Breaking Bad? Isn't that fckin' crazy? [Laughs]

Phil: [Coughs] Or am I thinking of Charlie? [Coughs] I might be thinking of Charlie. [Coughs] Kristin, was it Quackity or Charlie? 🤔 My brain's not brain-ing. 🤒

Phil talks about Breaking Bad and Quackity's party (with the memory of a sick man who was very drunk 😅).

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Phil: You know, I found something out– I found something out that sickened me recently. Did you know… that Quackity hasn't seen all of Breaking Bad? Isn't that fckin' crazy? [Laughs]

Phil: [Coughs] Or am I thinking of Charlie? [Coughs] I might be thinking of Charlie. [Coughs] Kristin, was it Quackity or Charlie? 🤔

Kristin: [In chat] do you mean charlie? charlie hasnt seen it. its ran and charlie

Phil: My brain's not brain-ing. 🤒 [Reading her message] "It's Ran and Charlie" OHHHH– It is! [Groans then laughs] Brain's not brain-ing. It's not Quackity. It's Ran and Charlie. Ran and Charlie haven't seen Breaking Bad.

Kristin: quackity had the walter white at his place, i highly doubt he hasnt seen it

Phil: For some reason– I was- I was very drunk though, to be fair. So like, I'm definitely misremembering. Kristin, you'd remember much better than me. I was very very drunk at his place. [Laughs] I have not gotten that drunk in a LONG-ass time. He kept offering shots, man! He just wouldn't stop making us shots. How dare he be such a good host.

[averbaldumpingground]

"Cosmic Ballet" Sarah Slean

You really are The Worst. But I suppose I can work with this one. I am continuing to refuse to tag this properly. I have faith in you. Edit: Adding tags now. My faith was misplaced.

The quiet of the night is gentle: the steady falling of the rain, the infomercials turned to TV static. The damp, warm breath against his neck, it overwhelms him too.

He wishes for infinities like this. More eons than he's seen to breathe him in, to sit what he's been told's too close, and offer up his shoulder as a pillow.

It's so unbearably easy, to love him, this man. To chart the constellations of his freckles. To wonder at the twitching of his fingers, so beautifully calloused, where they're loosely curled in his shirt. It's such a foolish, selfish thing to want.

Perhaps the humanity of his own longing should startle him, as unused to it all as he is. Be not afraid, he softly laughs to himself.

[ojiropanelotd]

Day 264! oh he's so happy the little goober Chapter: 242

[glitterlikegold]

cherlloyd: “They said that I’d amount to nothing if I don’t show a little something” 1 week until Head Down 🧡

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Blair Eadie

What:  Prada Mini Suede Shopping Bag in Brown (Sold Out) Where: Blog - January 10, 2025

Worn with: Tuckernuck peacoat, Veronica Beard shirt, Loulou Studio sweater, Zara skirt, Banana Republic boots

[vyxart]

[princessaurasdiary]

{ The exact tea I'm drinking today with a little milk in in for extra relaxation powers °.○ }

[deadestofdoves]

The vegetable box this week sucks! The most interesting thing in it is an eggplant

[andthewaterstayswarm]

it has been 2 years since that post.

a month ago, my brother went to the hospital again, but this time he checked himself in. i told this fact to my friends very casually as we sat down for dinner. they know about all of this. they give me a look, i give them assurance.

internally, i was glad i wouldn’t have to see him when i return home from school. at least, not for a little while. i was glad he lives with my father, because i still cannot bear the look in his eyes. what used to hold rage now holds nothing at all, and i wonder if that’s good or bad, and i settle upon the latter.

a month ago, i confessed to one of my closest friends: what if that’s it? if he’s found the clarity to check himself in, recognize for himself the problem, then what happens when they can’t help him? what if he decides that he’s had enough of all this? my sister had to call me when my dog died because i was away at school—it would be different, but would it be so different?

a month later, my father tells me that the hospital left him on the curb to be picked up. i think of what i told my friend. i think about the semesters i’ve spent scared of that phone call—three now, going on four.

i used to be more angry. the girl who wrote that last post wished for that phone call, sometimes, because it would mean an end to the anger and the door slams, grief be damned. she would hear that he sat on a cold curb in december and say, “good.”

but it has been two years since that post. the girl i am now has far fewer fratricidal fantasies, and she would ask the girl who wrote that last post, “grief be damned? how can you say that?” and then the spirits of christmas past and christmas present would argue, and, honestly, that metaphor only goes so far, because what is christmas future? past is rage and present is sorrow, but i don’t know what future is. i suppose i’ll reblog this again, two years from now.

today i wished i could tell him: “i hope you die.”

i didn’t tell him that. i will never be capable of that, not while i still tremble.

it was a fantasy, absolutely. i felt immediate shame.

still, i wanted to. because he spoke unkindly to my sister.

if he cannot calm down, if he cannot leave, then i figured that he must die. if he cares not for our safety, then he is no longer my brother. what other possible criteria could you fail to meet?

how difficult it is to hold sympathy for someone while also wanting them dead. how difficult it is to be sympathetic when he scares our scary dogs; how difficult it is to wish death upon him when he says he cannot trust his own mother. in both circumstances, somehow, i end up wrong.

two saturdays ago we had to call the police to take him to a hospital because he did not trust my mother enough to do so.

before that, i slammed his door with all my might. i desperately wanted him to know how it felt to have a door slammed on him, for a change.

immediately i broke down. i could not live with myself.

since then i’ve wondered how he can be told that he scares his little sisters and somehow find the audacity to live with himself.

maybe he knows that i sometimes want him dead. on some days i need him to know it is only a wish that passes me by, on others i need him to be shattered with the knowledge that it exists in my heart in the first place. in both circumstances, however, guilt follows. i am always wrong.

[goblinontour]

“My Seat”

[born2b-beheaded]

Andre moodboard But I have no idea what he looks like in real life So andre now you get to know what you looklike in my brain @roguegreaser

[saturnbicth]

: ⩉  🗑 run away ₎ ✶  ๋  

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[bl-serotonin]

Perfect 10 Liners; Thirteen

Short Summary • Yotha seems determined to keep Gun in his life. This is especially noticeable when Gun pulls away from Yotha after a night at the bar together. Gun not only witnesses Yotha confirming he has no feelings for Wa (via kiss) and Yotha when he's fighting. Both are huge shocks for Gun, and he asks Faifah to help him create distance between himself and Yotha. Yotha, who cannot stand to be apart from Gun, sneaks into Faifah and Gun's room after Gun moves out and tells a sleepy Gun that he's just dreaming. Their distance ends the moment Yotha enlists help from Arm who is glad to help his peer mentee.

Pairing(s) thus far • Yotha x Gun (Perth Tanapon & Santa Pongsapak), Arc x Arm (Force Jirachapong & Book Kasidet), Wa x Klao (Boom Tharatorn & Aou Thanaboon), and Pond x Sand (Marc Natarit & Poon Mitpakdee)

Thoughts • How long will Yotha and Gun hold out on telling each other they have feelings? I understand Gun's POV as he sees the person he cares about not care much about himself. As for Yotha, is it because he doesn't deem himself worthy? Or is he scared that Gun will shatter him like Warit did before? Even so, Yotha seems shy whenever his brothers or Gun's friends mention how his relationship with Gun looks like from a third party's perspective. Will Yotha open his heart completely to Gun even with the possibility that Gun could hurt him as Wa did? Yotha seems to want to let Gun in.

Favorite Stills

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

Christopher Citro | This Is Today | 2025-01-10

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Blair Eadie

What: Loulou Studio SECAS Cable Knit wool cashmere Sweater in Cherry (Sold Out) Where: Blog - January 10, 2025

Worn with: Tuckernuck peacoat, Veronica Beard shirt, Zara skirt, Banana Republic boots, Prada bag