#in a notebook

[batwynn]

Sometimes I agonize and wonder late at night if my asshole aunt ever told my cousin that the main reason I didn’t finish college (outside of illness) and moved back to Maine was because she asked me to drop everything to come take care of him while she ran off to Arizona to hang out with her long distance rando boyfriend.

So I did. I was so sick but I dropped everything and moved so we could take care of him.

I dropped out of college one semester away from graduating, and we moved back to Maine, and made plans on how to take care of him, and made sure he could reconnect with his local friends and school. But then she changed her mind at the last fucking minute and tossed the kid on a plane all on his own for his first flight ever and when we protested and questioned this she threatened to have us arrested for kidnapping. Or that part of the reason she left the fucking state was the number of abuse reports piling up on her.

So like. Yeah. Probably didn’t mention any of that to him over the years. Or that the reason we lost contact originally was because she kept fielding my calls and starting shit when I wanted to talk to him. Do you think he knows that we dropped everything for him? That we always loved him, even later when he visited and pissed everyone off by riffling through everyone’s stuff and stole shit? Because teenagers gonna teenager. We gave up friends and school and a guaranteed job and everything to take care of him and be there for him because we love him and wanted good things for him, and she was the one who constantly went out of her way to fuck it all up. Or that the reason I didn’t want to stay in contact later was because our precious grandmother started doing the same bullshit and then started demanding I give him stuff that I use for my job as an artist and my only source or income? Because they just do that. They fuck everything up and hurt everyone in the process.

Does he know any of this?

Probably not.

My aunt, the word class liar that she is, probably made up some shit to make him think we cut him off for whatever reason. That it was our fault. Or even his fault.

And I’ll never really be able to tell him this. I’ve got all the screen shots from my conversations with her, but honestly… it won’t help him. Yeah, he’ll know we always loved him. But then he’ll have to look at the shit she would say about him. And the neglect. And the abuse. And the way she isolated him from all of us. But showing him her real face would just hurt him, and at this point all it would do is make things harder for him. And I don’t think I can do that to him. He’s had enough shit.

So I lay in bed at night thinking about it and how nothing will ever be fixed. He won’t ever know. She’ll get away with everything, just like she always does.

[natreads]

I have my first ever exam in a classroom in my six+ years of uni on monday (I always had home exams) and I am terrified, but at least it's open book (I say, realizing I have taken very few notes of my own and I didn't have a single book physically until now because I stress ordered two)

[k-she-rambles]

Anyway, headcanon that the reason Zelda's achieved some fame as a recipe author in totk is that Link actually isn't that creative of a cook. He has half a dozen recipes for every elixir or horse liniment and "horse liniment" you could name, but he doesn’t have the cooking instinct.

He's a good cook when a recipe is involved, but when he doesn't have a recipe he just makes kebabs or greens and mushrooms. Camp food. Satisfying food, but not stellar.

And Zelda knows how much Link enjoys good food.

So she teaches herself how to cook.

And because she's never half-assed a thing in her entire life she gets really good at it.

And because she loves the science of cooking, she starts writing recipes

And so now we have Zelda's recipes as valuable commodities in TOTK, all because Zelda wanted Link to have better food.

[purplepixel]

Pokemon

And I'm still there fyi I just have separate accounts 😉

The one fixation that has lasted my entire lifetime and will never leave me

what was your original fandom. like not the one you first started with on tumblr. the first bit of media that you made content for

[lookwhatijustfound-blog]

Notebook Paper Crochet Blanket

[ironshrikes]

check out the cowboy-wizard hat i made!

[toyogamii]

“yuuji stop that,” sukuna growls at the toddler, swatting his chubby hands away from trying to rip open the candy bag, laying on the bottom rack in the sweets aisle.

the little boy pouts and kicks his older brother in the leg sharply.

“you little-“

“excuse me, sir? i think your son dropped this.”

sukuna looks up, ready to snap about being bothered in the middle of his grocery trip when he sees you, holding yuuji’s little tiger plushy. every word is knocked from his head and his mouth drops open a little. you looked like an angel come to life.

“uh… thanks,” he mumbles after a slightly awkward pause, he grabs the toy from your hand and gives it to yuuji who squeals with delight.

“there you go brat… he’s not my kid by the way, just my little brother,” he’s not sure why he feels the need to clarify.

“aw,” you say, “he looks just like you, so adorable.”

you squat down and wave to yuuji who grins and waves back.

sukuna can feel his cheeks heat up slightly and he curses to himself.

“what was that?” you ask as you stand up. shit, you’re so fucking pretty. he doesn’t know how to handle himself.

“nothin’ can i uh, get your number or something?” he grumbles. you cock your head and laugh softly.

“you sound like you feel obligated to ask for my number.”

“yeah, yeah, just to find some way to thank you for finding it. if ya hadn’t I’m sure this brat woulda been hollerin’ the whole way home.”

you laugh and pull out your phone.

“here, i’m y/n, by the way.”

“sukuna,” he mumbles as he types his information in, then hands you his phone to do the same.

when you finally walk off he’s left staring at the little contact in his phone.

y/n :)

yeah… he’ll definitely be giving you a call.

pt. 2

[exitwound]

“we look at the world once, in childhood. the rest is memory” miss louise glück you may be right but i’m also determined every day to prove you wrong & that i can look at the world again, anew, whenever i want & these rebirths, alongside love, are what keeps me here, more than any memory, but memories are more precious to me than everything except the present & the future, which is infinite, which is why i will keep looking

[zegalba]

Candace Hicks: "Notes of String Theory" (2022)

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[obsob]

to be loved is to be held!!! print

[nightofnostalgia]

[oatmealdoodles]

Shout out to our favorite little Queers™

Edit: fixed their sexualities, I was just going off head-canons before

[escyn]

i-

[abd-illustrates]

Reminding myself to make the features of my trans-coded character designs more prominent as a lil' treat 'cause the constant headlines here in the UK debating whether we should be allowed to exist are driving me up the fuckin' wall actually ❤️‍🔥🏳️‍⚧️

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[toyogamii]

pt. 1

“so this is how you thank me for finding his stuffie?” you tease. sukuna shoots you a glare and hoists yuuji up onto his shoulders.

“you seemed to like the little brat so much, figured you might wanna see him again.”

you grin and wave at the toddler sitting happily on his brothers shoulders. yuuji smiles widely and wiggles his little fingers at you.

“of course i wanna see him, he’s precious,” you coo. sukuna rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but feel his heart beat a little faster at how good you are with his baby brother.

you reach up and scoop yuuji into your arms. he squeals and giggles with glee.

“but i think maybe your big brother wanted to see me, hm?” you give sukuna a teasing smile. his face twists and he looks away.

“c’mon, the little brat likes going down the slide.”

he turns and briskly walks off, but he’s not fast enough for you to miss the pink on his cheeks that matches his messy hair.

cute, you think, he’s cute.

yuuji twists his way out of your arms and grabs your hand, dragging you to catch up with his brother. the little boy wraps his chubby fingers sukuna’s thumb and pulls you both to the slide.

when the two of you are finally worn out after over an hour of trying to keep up with yuuji’s energy; you both collapse onto a nearby bench together.

“damn,” you mumble, “his batteries just don’t run out.”

“heh, yeah. try keeping up with him every day,” sukuna says, stretching his arms over his head. you try to hide the way your eyes travel to his stomach as his shirt rises. you can see tattoos peeking out and his pink happy trail almost make your mouth water.

“take a picture it’ll last longer.”

you can feel your face heat up and your eyes snap up to meet his. he’s smirking and who he’s attractive.

what you can’t tell is that he’s about to die. watching you with yuuji, seeing your smile and laugh, you’re even prettier up close and not in the grocery store.

“as if,” you snort, turning away quickly. he brings his hand up and gently turns your face back to him.

“what do ya say we hang out sometime, without the brat?”

you gulp, his skin is hot against yours and your mouth feels dry.

“yeah… sounds good.”

pt.3