#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

[vyxart]

[digitaljournalspace]

⭐️💚 Friday, 10:36pm. January 10th 2025

— Still listening to Rocky Horror —

[Writing this on my phone first cause I just don’t feel like writing. I’ll physically write this entry out later. ]

Watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show last night and I LOVE IT. It’s so stupid but brilliant, I really enjoyed it. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack on repeat since !!!!!!!! The “science fiction, double feature” is STUCK in my head; just those 4 words. It’s driving me crazy. That and the songs Hot Patootie, Time Warp & Sweet Transvestite, of course.

Rocky Horror is DEFINITELY my newest obsession.

I woke up at 10:30am today, couldn’t go back to sleep. I wanted to try cause I was up until 5-6am but I ended up looking at my phone for ages. still got up extremely late like hours after that which was still like, an hour early for me usually. had chicken soup with some nice brown bread for lunch cause I was starving. This is REALLY good cause I never ever usually eat lunch unless I’m up and out suuuper early. and I usually don’t eat soup with bread either. then I had cottage pie for dinner again today (had it yesterday as well) and it was fucking delicious. It’s been really good the last two days. Not sure why but I’m glad.

-Anyway I convinced mother to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show with me so we watched it after dinner (that’s how I ended up watching it twice in 24 hours). She said she didn’t love it but she didn’t hate it; she’s watched worse with me. I’ll take it! I thought she’s outright hate it. Though I think she did and just won’t say it.

—Mother also really wants me to watch The Sound of Music and it’s available on Disney+ so I’m gonna do that soon. Well, it’s on my “Planning To Watch” list now so I’ll get to it. Next I’m gonna watch either Die Hard or It’s A Wonderful Life. and obviously I Saw The TV Glow is high up on the list too, I have GOT to see it at some point. but it’s not immediately available to me cause I have to rent it on YouTube so it’s taking a while to get the chance to watch.

I’m gonna go watch a couple episodes of The Good Place and then probably sleep early cause I am so so tired. (I’m lying, I’m about to watch a LOT of the good place episodes and then go to sleep at the same time I did last night.) side note: it’s REALLY easy to watch The Good Place for hours without even realising, those 20 minute episodes go by so quick.

I’m ok right now, mentally. Sort of. it was a good day but I feel weird. I don’t know and actually I don’t want to think about or write about this. End of entry

10:54pm

[princessaurasdiary]

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

[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”

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

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

[born2b-beheaded]

The bread is moldy

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[syedahmedsabrina]

🫡 only 3 days I'm turns 20 years old (13/1/2005/13/1/2025)

[pokeprism]

Hey. So...

If you're gonna make a "lesbian safe" blog.

You have to know.

That trans women are women.

End of story.

[princessaurasdiary]

{ Easy first meal ♡ I should have eaten sooner but my ED said no... I got there eventually (QwQ)/ }

So today is a bean and cheese burrito with some lavender tea because mewe threw my blood pressure up this morning. After this I'm gonna take a shower and listen to music that will hopefully help me find my chill today (QuQ)