by this point, my frustration is justified--if i have:
1) already mentioned in multiple replies that a fic is on hiatus
2) bolded its status and my reasons in the end note
3) added the status and a warning that i will delete comments of the type in my summary
why do i still get asked whether or not i'll ever update again? and that's all they have to say?
becoming increasingly concerned there's a subset of bil readers that don't know how to read or pay attention in a hobby that requires reading comprehension and an attention span
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Ok, how about
Price scooping you up in his lap and giving you a hug?
Soap bringing you your favorite food?
Simon telling you goofy Dad Jokes?
Gaz cuddling up next to you in bed?
Just nice little soft things to imagine.
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
‘M not kidding when I say I was tearing up when I logged on and saw this one 😭
Yeahhhh that absolutely helps ngl 🥺🥺🫶
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sitting on waterfalls is surprisingly still one of my favorite pastimes, like i totally was convinced that it would pale in comparison to the pacific ocean and yet there is something about momentarily becoming one with a current that just.... soothes?
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I think my biggest win when I first watched 911 was that I knew nothing even though I started watching right before 5B started airing. I started watching because I watched lone star on the tv and when I checked I had the og on streaming so I sat down to watch. I legit didn't even retained the fact that Eddie had a kid from the crossover. I knew nothing. Did that had me scrambling to click the next episode button up until unholy hours of the morning? Absolutely. My soul left my body multiple times. But legit unmatched experience.
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god fucking damn my life, bro. I find a couple of ants in my room and immediately freak out. I start feeling shit crawling on me and turn on a flashlight to go look for some hidden source, already hyperventilating. And then I remember I woke up late and didn't take my morning meds. Girl, we have a balcony and my mom keeps plants there. Calm the fuck down. You like having the window open. It's FINE. It's just ants.
Last weekend I skipped my morning meds two days in a row cuz I woke up late and I feared sertraline insomnia - which, yes, in hindsight was a bad idea - and on Sunday I had a full meltdown. Granted, also period-related, but god fucking damn it. I tore my whole room apart. I couldn't vacuum under my bed easily because of my desk's placement so I decided I was going to move furniture around and reorganize my room. On a Sunday afternoon, in the summer and with tendonitis. All cuz I saw some ants and couldn't verify with my own two eyes every corner of the room. And because I couldn't physically move the wardrobe and bookcase, I guess I took out my anxiety with the remaining furniture. And god fucking damn it, here I am again a week later.
I keep finding ants (3) running on my desk all of a sudden while I'm SITTING THERE and have no idea ("no idea") where they're coming from (engage the phone flashlight routine). I moved this bitch AWAY from the window and they're fucking HUNTING me or smth (it's 35ºC out, girl). I hate my life. And I hate that any suggestion of bugs makes me start feeling shit on my skin that isn't there. Dumb fucking brain. Anyway I need sleep and to take my sertraline asap or else.
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martyns literal flashback to third life.. bdubs crouched with his head down…
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