#always trust your instincts!

[hyperesthesias]

I had the scariest experience today.

I woke up to this horrible smell wafting into my room. It smelled like sewage or rotten eggs. There are no gas lines in the building, so I knew it wasn't a gas leak. I thought maybe a pipe backed up and that our bathroom or kitchen was flooded again (which has happened more than once). But when I got up to check, there was no water anywhere, and the smell was really strong in the living room. It wasn't the sink or the trash, but I emptied all the trash, cleaned the garbage disposal anyway just to be sure. I went out for coffee, came back, and it was still really strong. I thought maybe the neighbors might have had a leak, so I talked to all of them -- nothing. Absolutely nothing. No pipe issues, or weird smells. I thought, oh god -- something died in the vent. Checked the vent. Nope. Nothing. Whatever. I open all the doors and it helps, but doesn't get rid of it completely. I go out again, come back, and it's horrendous. I cannot for the life of me fathom what it could be.

I sniff around. I have a very keen sense of smell. I'm sniffing all around my apartment, like some weird looking anteater. I double check the kitchen. Nothing. The dining room. Nothing. The vent. Nope. But in between the kitchen and the dining room -- in the living room, there's a place where we keep the vacuum, the swiffer, my mom's unused power chair. It's really strong right there. I empty the vacuum, thinking I sucked something up the other day. NOTHING!!!!

I'm on my hands and knees, looking underneath the power chair, thinking maybe something rolled underneath -- it's suddenly really strong. And I feel heat coming off of the motor, even though it's not turned on. It turns out the battery to the chair got too hot and was overheating, and would have caused an electrical fire. I unplugged it immediately, and sure enough the smell was gone. It probably would have caught fire in the night and we wouldn't have known, as we were going to wait for tomorrow to call the building plumber.

PSA if you have a weird smell you can't identify that smells like sewage or fish, you might have an electrical issue.

[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

[crookedfivefingers]

3.13 | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅꜱ

link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[vaguely-concerned]

lmao if you're a mourn watch (and possibly other urban-ish based backgrounds too I'm not sure?) mage, when you get the scene with strife coming to pick up emmrich for their date (bless) and he says that 'the thing about your friend is that for a city mage, he isn't afraid to play in the mud' thing, rook puts up the faux big wounded eyes and protests 'hey, I'm a city mage! 🥺'. (to which strife says 'well we can't all be perfect' and stone cold walks away. king. have fun out there with the lightning bugs and your lanky fancylad I've seen his fully unleashed rizz in action and you're a lucky guy <3<3<3)

[thoughtsofapessimistttt]

‘The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell to ourselves’

- V.S Naipaul

[someprettyname]

Y'all 😭 i joined this mentorship program for my academics and then we've been added to different study spaces where we can chat with our fellow batchmates BUT NO ONE THERE USES TONE TAGS AND SO NEITHER CAN I I'M SOBBING 😭 ITS SO SKKSKWOSISHBSN UEUEUUEUEUEUUE SUFFOCATING 😭😭

[cosmogyros]

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[mylowmilo]

You know those rats in the studies where they’re trapped and not given any way to get out while subjected to negative stimuli and they start feeling helpless. And then they’re put in a situation where they actually have some power and can pull a lever or press a button but they still feel helpless and don’t even try.

That’s me

[atlantis-just-drowned]

"You were so right to distance yourself from that group of people !"

Thanks for the ego boost. I did it with the help of my coping mechanisms, my trauma responses and the ability to over-analyse everything until it makes sense.

Now, spill the tea. What happened, in great details.

[elletromil]

Take it from someone who can read up to 3-4 books (on top of the fics) a week and usually average at 2 books every week, when people tell you to read stuff you enjoy if you want to read more, well it's true

For the past month i've been reading only one book, the third in a trilogy that i had liked pretty ok so far. Not my usual jam, but the first two books had managed to make me care enough about how the plot would end that i wanted to read it all myself instead of just looking it up. But then the third book... Was good, like it is a very good trilogy, just, like i said, not my jam and didn't manage to engage me as much as the previous two.

Had it been the first book of the trilogy, i would have dropped it. But after about 1800 pages already read in the whole trilogy (last book alone was ~800 pages), well, you know I was invested and it was a matter of pride

But that also had as a result that for the past month i have barely read anything but that book and some days i would just not read anything (in terms of book, fanfic is a different beast) because i was just not really enjoying myself

Could i have been reading other books at the same time? For sure. At any given time i have about 5-6 books on my 'is technically currently reading' pile

But i knew if i was gonna read those books, then i would never finish the 800 pages book and i didn't want to not finish it.

Anyway all this to say that yes- finding books you enjoy is actually one of the best way to make sure you'll read more. It took me about a month to 800 pages. When the rest of tje year, i averaged about 1000/1200 pages a week. And its not because i didn't want to read. I wanted to. I even had a bunch of mangas on my desk i was planning to read, but i wouldnt even touch those because i was just turn off.

And i finally finished the book tonight and the sheer relief to know that tomorrow i can finally read a book i will thoroughly enjoy. Unbelievable.

And like, i did that to myself. Im not mad i powered through finishing the book. Mostly because i'm a big reader and i always find more books i want to read and like a month delay won't really change much on that front.

But yeah. My good peeps. The thing you choose to read do matter. And also if you're not vibing with a book, for any reason, you're never obligated to finish it. I will finish reading maybe 1 out of 3 books i pick up. And you don't have to justify why you put down a book. I've picked up books that seemed to be right up my alley open it on the first page, read one (1) word and then went 'nah' and returned it to the public library without losing sleep about it. And no that is not an exaggeration, sometime, a word is all you need.

And also, it doesn't matter what you actually like to read. 70% of what i read is queer romance because that's what i enjoy. The rest is mostly horror or sci-fi. But if all you enjoy is YA? Go for it. Or even children's books, who cares? I reread children's series from my childhood for nostalgia at least once a year and i'm always having a blast

So yeah this is just me rejoicing that i am finally done with that fucking book and also just encouraging you my good peeps to drop a book you're not enjoying if you're reading for fun

[dailyeca]

at what point could you fall asleep to hushed giggles and quiet conversations instead of the usual silence?

(was it when you began to trust them?)

[mylonelyangel]

every time i have a concert i never believe it’s gonna happen till it actually happens, cause there’s always so much that can go wrong but this week i really wasn’t that hype that it was gonna happen and low and behold they postponed 😞

[chikoyama]

ahem, vampire chi would be so cute 😵‍💫

[smol-blue-bird]

me, attempting to write a pregnant character: I wonder what symptoms she'd be experiencing at around six months. I should look it up.

every goddamn fucking pregnancy and motherhood page in the entire world: You GOT this, you girlboss, you! You're going to be one 🎀badass mama llama!!🎀 If you don't follow every item on this 450-page list, your baby will hate you forever!!! But you totes got it, GURL!💕🤪⭐️ Have that 🌺unassisted home birth!!!🌺 Never EVER use painkillers or your baby will 🌷hate🌷 you because of the 💐toxins💐 😘 Breast is best!!! $85 designer pajamas your baby will only fit for 2 months are best!!!!!!!! Medicine = chemicals = you're a bad parent 💖🤗 Here's a downloadable PDF about everything you're doing wrong, mama! Isn't motherhood such a 🌸blessing🌸, mama? If you don't sacrifice your entire identity to motherhood, your Kaymbreigh and Braylynne will hate you FORVER 😚💋💏 BUT YOU GO GIRL, MAKE THAT BABY!!!! 💖💕💓💞💝

[teddybeartoji]

IM GLAD TO HEAR UR DAY IS GOING BETTER!!! AND YES ID LOVE A BROWNIEEEEEEE

so basically, last week i got vacation from work to go to paris and london for the european tour of a kpop group i really like sksksksks GUESS WHAT. the day before the london concert i actually MET one of the members on the street, super randomly btw! i was omw to a restaurant and just saw him JSJSJS so i went to talk to him and my delusional ass, months ago, had prepared something in case i ever met any of them djdjdjd

so basically in portugal, when u graduate, u can order these ribbons where u ask precious ppl in ur life to sign it; i had ordered a specific ribbon in a bout of delusion in case i ever met them and brought it with me on my trip, AND PPL HAD CALLED ME CRAZY BUT I ACTUALLY GOT AN AUTOGRAPH ON IT!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? he was super nice and we talked for a little bit, and at the concert he ended up recognizing me during the show and after at the little meet and greet thing they did, so THATS THE TEA SJSJSJIDDN

its probably boring af but i just felt like sharing this cause i was suuuuupee happy HAHAH

GIOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! HELLLLOOOO!?!??!?!?!?! FIRST OF ALL YOU GOT TO GO TO PARIS AND LONDONNN OH MY GOD THAT'S SO COOL???? AND THEN????????????? YOU FUCKING MET ONE OF THEM TOO??????????????????????!?!??!?!?!?! I FUCKING LOVE THAT FOR YOU HOLY FUCK AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU GOT THE AUTOGRAPH TOO???????????????!?!??!?! GIO THAT'S FUCKING AMAAZING THIS IS NOT BORING AT ALL I'M GENUINELY SO FUCKING HAPPY FOR YOU ANGEL HEHEHEHHEHE

[khioneee]

simon’s first instinct was always to protect you—before himself, before anyone or anything else. whether in dangerous situations or small, everyday moments, his reflexes kicked in without hesitation. every action was a subtle yet undeniable promise: i’ll always keep you safe.

sidewalk rule? it was non-negotiable. he always made sure he was between you and the street, shielding you from traffic. if you drifted too close to the curb, his hand would find the small of your back, guiding you firmly to his side.

“stay here,” he would murmur, his tone gentle yet resolute, as if daring the world to try anything.

whenever the car came to a sudden halt, simon’s arm instinctively shot out in front of you, bracing against your chest. the seatbelt should’ve been enough, but he never trusted anything more than his own reflexes.

“you alright?” he’d ask, his hand lingering just a little longer, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.

in a crowded space, simon always led the way, carving a path with his broad frame. his hand would stay on yours or at your back, making sure you stayed close. and on a full train, he caged you in without hesitation, using his size to shield you from the press of strangers. his arms rested casually against the poles, but his stance was clear—no one would get too close.

whether you were climbing into the car or walking through a door, simon’s hand would always reach out to guide your head, ensuring you didn’t bump it. in the kitchen, he’d gently tilt your head away from open cabinets, all without thinking. it was pure instinct—small actions that spoke louder than words.

one night at 3 a.m., a car backfired down the street, the sound tearing through the stillness. before you could even react, simon had you pinned beneath him, his body shielding yours entirely. his heart raced, convinced it was a bomb. even after realizing it wasn’t, he didn’t let go, whispering against your ear, “i’ve got you, lovie.”

you could wear whatever you wanted—simon never cared. he wasn’t possessive, but confident. no one would dare glance too long in your direction, not with him at your side. and if anyone was foolish enough to try, one sharp look from simon was enough to make them think twice.

with simon, protection wasn’t just instinct—it was devotion. in every gesture, every glance, every step, he ensured you knew: your safety will always come first. because to simon, loving you meant keeping you safe—always, no matter the cost.