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Here's a very small peek at the HaurcheLily fic I've been writing for like.. half a goddamn year with too many words, but I really enjoy this part as it established Lily during ARR-HW.
A path of stars ran through the sky, as if they were guiding something or someone towards a destination unknown to anyone but those who would walk it. An oddly comforting thought for Lily, having the feeling of knowing that someone out there too, didn’t know what their purpose was or where they were headed in life. The whole “Warrior of Light, Slayer of Primals” -thing was nothing he could have ever imagined would be tasked upon him, Lily, of all people in the world… He was just a lowly guy from the gutters of Ul’dah, he was just someone who wanted to earn more money to feed his family, working alongside the Ul'dahn merchants. He was just some guy, he wasn’t worthy of a title as grand as The Warrior of Light.
“Why me?”
He thought of himself as unworthy and undeserving of this love, so how was he going to be able to love someone else? Or maybe this was what he needed? Someone who loved him when he himself was unable to. Someone who could teach him how to love himself?
#wip#ffxiv#lily oh'fally#welcome to my 5500+ fic for myself and myself only#im going to bed now but h#i wanna finish this up but some of the parts im having difficulty with :')#but whatever ig.. i'll power through and just finish it up...... at some point#maybe i will write a little tomorrow since ive done the beast tribe and roullies before reset#lily is my little babygirl#he's so tender and sopping wet during arr-stb#i wanna elaborate more on his character development during shb but rn i have lobster brain#lobster is another wol i have and i really like him too :)#anyways have fun reading my delusion#every day is a ''haurchefant lives'' au for me#❖ Fic
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#listen i made this instead of going to bed last night and then i also scratched on long hair in another layer lol#my art#would be fun to learn how to make digital art i see the possibilities but for now im just scratching#these things are R O U G H#but i kinda like it
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OK turns out i wasn't done after all 😬 all these drawings of him in crop tops i did today reminded me of this t-shirt i own that i rarely wear bc it's a little too cropped for me.. so i had to draw him in it (also i was thinking have we ever seen him wear jeans??) ANYWAY somebody please confiscate my ipad
#käärijä#NOW im done#can't stay up much later anyway i gotta go to bed soon#looking forward to waking up tomorrow and finding out what the heck k&h have been teasing us about#crop top madness#pastel sunday
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Day 30: Midnight Crew!!!!
(Anonymous request)
#weezer#blue album#homestuck#problem sleuth#midnight crew#spades slick#clubs deuce#diamonds droog#hearts boxcars#these are my favourite characters in the comic midnight crew is so rad#i hate a moral coward one who lacks a manly spark i do detest a man afraid to go home in the dark i always spend my evening where there’s w#oman wine and song but like a man i always bring my little wife along im a member of the midnight crew im a night owl and a wise bird too h#ome with the milk in the morning singing the same old song rise with moon go to bed with the sun early to bed and youll miss all the fun br#ing your wife to trouble it will never trouble you make her a member of the midnight crew the fun it never stops till dawn on happy old bro#adway so what’s the use of going home until the break of day now something confidential whisper not above a breath i once came home at 2am a#nd scared my wife to death chorus i never will forget the night i made six robbers run although i did not have a knife a blackjack or a gun#i proved myself a hero of a very high degree i ran for home and six of them were running after me CHORUS#make her a member of the midnight crew!!!!!!!
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5am thoughts about how asuna is the same age as the gen 2 cast…
#and depending on her birthday she may very well have been born in the same year as mona…#asuna. asuna. a s u n a. what are you doing. haseo is way too old for you.#and knowing how she was put into frusu in her 3rd year of middle school…#…i really should put up a tw for the next chapter too… just in case…#wait. now that i really think about it… asuna being this young makes haseo seem worse in hindsight#like. dude. you’re a grown man. why’re you expecting a 16 year old to be completely fine with attending her solo gigs all by herself?#why are you over-reliant on her h e l l o????#and. like. he did a terrible job of protecting asuna from the skeevy side of the industry. what the heck haseo#rereading vol 5 and sobbin all over again… asuna…#and y e a h im glad that this tl is never gonna leave this site. lord knows what people will say about asuna’s story…#lord forbid teen girls do teen girl things (cancelling others on twt; trashing others’ belongings etc)#ueeeeeee asuna… mona can save you™️#but aaaaaaaaaaaa no wonder w h y miyu said what she said to asuna. man. she may have something™️ going on with haseo but. she’s sweet…#well. 5am thoughts went on too far till it’s almost 6am. i should go to bed… after collecting some phone no.s in hg…#asuna…………………………….
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“are the girls going to help you make pierogis?” well no one else is fucking gonna are they? no one else in this house has functional fucking hands apparently
#every Christmas i think about the time we came home from mass and my father said “finally! now we can relax.” and sat down at his computer#and played video games for the next three hours while my mother and sister and i stood six feet away from him in the kitchen making#200 pierogis.#it’s crazy considering the amount of stuff he gets done for him on a daily basis that I would never even think would be done for me by anyo#like bed made for him/all meals/all dishes/food put on his plate for him because he refuses to do it himself/pretty much all errands#whenever he wants tea he just says that want out loud and it gets brought to him by magic#i mean or anything else! he once said “did you say we were having cappuccinos today?” just to no one in particular and we all knew no one h#had said anything of the sort. and then he was given one!#of course he goes to work from 8-6ish every day but other than one day a week it’s remote and has been for years and i can hear him#he is pretty much never not on the phone gossiping with someone#and i don’t begrudge him having a not physically intensive job or anything but im just trying to think of the things he has to do#he makes my mother mow the lawn. i do it when i am home because i think that’s disgraceful.#if my mother begs hard enough he'll do the least amount of yard work possible if it’s something we can’t physically do by ourselves.#but on a daily basis it’s just go to work/eat the breakfast brought to you/eat the lunch brought to you/come downstairs eat the dinner made#for you/play video games until you go to bed in the bed that was made for you in the morning#and on non work days it’s just eat/video games/bed#and like all this to say#he complains more and has a worse attitude than anyone I have ever known in my life#whenever he encounters a minor inconvenience he's talking about how it never ends and he never gets a chance to rest for once#literally any day that’s not spent in complete and total stagnation is considered a failure#he hates when my mother and sister and i are happy like we can’t even play music and laugh in the kitchen while we cook and clean up after#meals because it distracts him from his video games and his YouTube videos about video games and the war in Ukraine#he gets mad when we laugh too much lol like dude you’re pretty lucky you have daughters who can have fun while doing the dishes#considering you haven’t done them in like 20 years#word to the ladies out there btw: my parents used to clean up after dinner together when they first got married. so watch out lmao
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(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)
An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.
Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead
TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED
“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”
“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”
“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”
“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”
“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”
“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“
“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”
“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”
“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”
“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“
“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“
“Shut up, Sneeg—“
“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“
Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.
“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”
“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”
“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”
“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”
“We will be there.”
“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”
“Sneeg!”
“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”
“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”
Silence lingered for a bit too long.
“We should what, Ran?”
“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”
The Taken didn’t reply.
“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”
“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”
“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”
“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.
“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”
“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”
“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“
“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”
“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.
…okay, Sneeg?”
“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”
“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“
“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”
“Guys?”
A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’
“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”
“We weren’t fighting, we were…”
“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”
“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.
“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”
“Have fun”
“Absolutely not.”
Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.
Which left Ran by themselves.
Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.
…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.
He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.
They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.
But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.
Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)
C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.
The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.
“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”
The mask didn’t speak.
“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”
…
“I think I’m going to head to bed.”
…
“Fuck it, can I stay here?”
The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.
“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”
Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”
Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.
“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”
Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”
The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.
Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.
Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.
…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.
It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…
It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.
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Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh
And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed
Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.
If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out
I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)
#five the genloss blorbo#let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot#update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem#that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m#h my point stands#it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist#I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g#writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them#and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man#take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M#this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed .#I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense#if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s#she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words#i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now#I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point#so now I’ve got several s#several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle#im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later.#and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense#I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos#I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr#they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go.#so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse#2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!)#3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why.#I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this :#why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness.#why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan#great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!
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participate in arts and crafts with me 🫴
parappa bead animal
#i made this to do somehting with my hands while listening to j&h but i just finished and i need to go to bed now.#i started making the furby sketched out here but i stopped cuz i forgot how to do something#and im also already running out of string. sad.#original nonsense#personal#this parappa is my second one i have made feom my own pattern its really fun.#i would love to make another one with some tweaks and maybe sell it.#btw i did find out how to do the furby ear from doing this parappa so hopefully i will pick it up again.#also i dont have cream beads to match parappas fur tone the craft store i work at has pretty limited bead selection.
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“They left me rotting there for years…
But, I couldn’t leave you, Micheal.
Not really.
Not forever."
[- Sparky the Dog / Sidney Weaver ]
Do not Reblog / Do not Steal <3
#cure the sweetener headache; || art;#the machine; || sparky;#--; look at s h e#--; i stayed up until 1 am doing this#--; im going to bed now
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Getting some very Cisn't thoughts and they're WAY stronger than usual..?
#like im cissex#but not cisgender#DEFINITELY NOT#more so than usual#ive been really liking being called he/him#as well as they/cir/xem/eir#but the more I think about it the more i realize that I'm only ACCEPTING she/her because of my assigned sex#i don't feel like a she anymore#but i don't exactly feel like a he either#so now im just sitting here on my bed thinking#'am i non binary?'#'am i trans?'#'am i a BOY!?'#'wouldnt it be cool to have shorter hair?'#'and have more masc clothes?'#'just because'#'youre only forcing yourself to wear dresses because you can't let go of those feminine expectations of you'#OMG I JUST THOUGHT OF THAT ON JUST NOW#W H A T#i still go by she/her#but realistically#...i don't think im a girl anymore#no... im definitely not a girl anymore#im whatever bluey is right now#ill see if i can find that#bluey's milestones#abluehappyface
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moving day 😵💫
#the way things arent even fully packed and the moving truck guys get here in less tham two hours 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁#THERES TOO MUCH STUFF where did it COME FROMMMM#ive also just ignored 15 alarms i wanted to be up after fajr and get some stuff done and now its 8:30 and im still in bed woooooo#worst case if stuff doesnt all get moved today we can drive back tomorrow and take it in the car but its like a 1hr 30min drive#and just like 5 boxes fit in the car so it kinda feels like a waste lol#ANYWAY 👍🏼 very stressed kinda sad kinda Numb like whats going onnnnnn nothing feels real#h talks
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the first few days of third semester is really just Akira having the worlds worst mindfuck of the century. and its hilarious
#p5#HE STRAIGHT UP JUMPED OUTTA THAT BED BC OF HUMAN MORGANA XJBSJDH#aw Futabas looks so cute in this outfit :]#i think Akira should be allowed to say fuck. audibly. right now. several times#'something is definitely very wrong here...' NO SHIT KID#skndksjdb the visual of him sitting Far Away from the table w human Morgana and Wakaba. god help him#heyyyyy Akechi whats up buddy!!!!! oh he knows doesnt he#this feels so. him being here Normally is so. h#its nice to see a sprite of him just.... existing. hes not putting up (as much of) a front anymore. very good i like it#ohhhhhh my god his smug ass smiling sprite. oh im going to enjoy this immensely. lets go u lil bastard#different metanav ?? huh.#this game is gonna do something to me i can feel it#i love this palaces music........ i am not immune to piano#it reminds me of the world that never was...............#DJVSKCJSHJ hold on. hey mr 'i dont need teammates' why does ur personas ability help ur allies with their support skills. omg#i need to take a break before i do this or i will NOT stop n i have things to do. but holy fuck.
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#i tried to go to bed early#it worked i fell asleep 2 h before i usually sleep#now I'm awake since 3 am#....#so my body really just dont want to sleep#whyyyyy#im so tired#and my heart doesn't need all that coffee I'm gonna need now
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ok im done mha posting i prommy👍🏻
#new tpn mutuals dont abandon ship i was just having a MOMENT#im normal now tho#thats not true my eyes literally hurt from crying over an *mha* movie💀#but its 3am so i h a v e to go to bed holy shit#ash is mentally ill#goobnight
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i don't even know if i WANT to finish nursing at this point, like i fucking hate college rn and it's only an associates program but like. please i am so tired professors let me fucking sleep
#i have sociology discussion post and quiz to do along w notes to finish#nursing test and i have to set up the new laptop AND figure out the old login for the exam thing to download#spanish is actually my favorite rn and making me wanna go into linguistics but ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯#i know that class'll start being REAL fucking busy later#and clinical starts next week and my sister told me the hospital we're going to normally has bedbugs#and i'd fucking die if i got bedbugs. that is a level of physical and mental torture i couldn't endure#hate bugs hate parasites hate that shit touching me hate the potential of my bed/sheets/weighted blanket being ruined#this isn't me judging anyone w bedbugs btw. just saying because i don't want this taken out of context#the idea of having parasitic bugs crawling on me would set me off so bad it'd be like fucking high school again. i just know my limits#but also back to school lol i was supposed to do my sociology stuff last night and i tried to lay down for 20 minutes#fell asleep for 4 hours and slept through dinner. i am hungry :(#and now i have to stay up to do it instead#PLUS I HAVE A HUGE NURSING PROJECT DUE NEXT WEEK THAT IS EXPECTED TO TAKE 6 H O U R S#and i still have to do journal entries for ballet#at least my contacts fucking keep me from falling asleep on campus because i get so freaked about eye infection potential#BUT i also did pass my injection eval! ya girl can now inject im medication in a clinical setting
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