#she fucking ate my fucking goldfish

[prestonmonterey]

my parents are talking about food/catering stuff bc theyre the main volunteers to organize lunches for theater stuff

and

the fact that they use me and my friends as examples of 'picky eaters' TwT

[ionlycareaboutyou]

in hindsight developing disordered eating habits was probably a bad decision. groundbreaking discovery i know

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 11

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

On AO3

Eddie had barely unwound himself from Steve—let alone relaunched his epic packing campaign—when Robin swept back in. She hustled Steve out to the couch, where she plonked a tray of super-late breakfast in his lap. She then swung her attention back to Eddie:

“You’re due out of here in less than nineteen minutes. You ready?”

Eddie opened his mouth. Shut it again. All he wanted was more time alone with Steve.

“Let’s try that again, goldfish-guy. This dump is awash with your junk. You want help packing?”

Eddie hadn’t been expecting that. She didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed him by the elbow. When he glanced over his shoulder at Steve, she yanked him into the bedroom, closed the door. ‘Help’ turned out to be an opportunity to give him the tongue-lashing of his life, and he sucked it up.

“Okay, I admit it. Steve and I had our first proper row last night,” he said, while they hurled his beloved t-shirt collection into bags. “Something else happened today. Steve told me that he saw somebody from his past who made him remember stuff he tried to forget. Whoever it was, they shook him real bad.”

“From his past?” Her whispers came at him like the rat-a-tat of machine gun fire. “You mean, from the year he was forced into prostitution to pay back his parents’ debts? It wasn’t only sex, you know. Some of those bastard’s got off on hurting him. All you are, Eddie Munson, is the John who pulled him back into the game after he’d fought his way free, and who wasn’t quite such a shithead.”

Ouch, ouch, OUCH.

She kept on kicking: “Still think his feelings for you are anything other than Stockholm Syndrome?”

Eddie only faintly knew what Stockholm Syndrome was. He felt sick. Everything she told him made him feel sicker and sicker. However, if he was gonna help Steve—heck, if Robin was going to have a clue how to help him—he couldn’t cave on this.

“You didn’t answer my question, sister.” He batted a wasp from his uneaten jelly donut. “When Steve was acting odd, I think he was having flashbacks. Shit, I need to talk to my uncle. He knows about that kinda thing. Any ideas who could’ve made Steve flip out?”

Robin gawked at him in silence for a moment. Which was jarring and bordered on creepy.

“I can’t be sure,” she said, returning to her whirlwind of activity. “Too many candidates in this place, though one new guest stands out. Some limey asshat—Lord Dickchester, or something like that. He’s a jerk, rude as fuck. Got hands crawling everywhere they’re not wanted. Nobody’s gonna do anything, ’cos he’s the friend of some other asshat who recently bought a ton of shares in the hotel. He’d be my number one suspect, but then there’s also…"

Eddie tuned out. He checked the drawers, and then the wardrobes and cabinets, and then under the bed. Aaaaand repeated it all. He couldn’t focus on anything.

He was so fucking angry. And scared. Steve needed help, real help, and Eddie had no clue what to do about it.

“You trippin’ out there?” Robin clicked her fingers under Eddie’s nose.

“Huh?”

“You hear me?” she hissed. “Word in the kitchen is that Steve’s been fired. I’ve managed to wrangle a few days leave. I’m gonna take him home to my mom, but we’re not exactly minted down in Castle Buckley. You are gonna pay him, right?”

Eddie’s groan grated through him like a broken amp.

…

Steve sat on the couch and stared at the tray on his lap—orange juice, oatmeal and banana. He ate a few spoonfuls, took a sip of the juice, then shoved it aside.

He’d taken his meds. They could fix how he felt, and he sure didn’t feel like eating much. Now the adrenaline rush, or whatever, had crashed, he didn’t much feel like anything at all. He sure as heck didn’t want to watch Robin help Eddie finish packing. Ugh. It was so… final. He was relieved when they disappeared into the adjoining room, though Robin returned quicker than Eddie.

She broke the news that Kline had given him the heave-ho.

“Oh,” he said. He should be freaking out. What if that douchebag carried out his threat of turning Steve over to the cops? He was simply too drained to freak out about anything anymore.

And then she informed him she was taking him home to her mom.

“I’m not a stray puppy,” he sniped, then added, with a roll of his eyes, “I guess I should thank you.”

“Why break the habit of a lifetime, bitch?” She winked at him, wandered off.

“Steve?” said Eddie, and Steve glanced up again. He’d not noticed Eddie tiptoe out of the bedroom. “You know that I can’t actually pay you what I owe right now, so…”

He offered out a glittery silver guitar case. One of the few things he owned that wasn’t layered with metalhead stickers.

“It’s the Jimi Hendrix one,” he explained. “I’m ninety-nine percent convinced it’s a phony, and the dude I bought it off doubtless took me for a chump. Still a beauty, and gotta be worth several hundred bucks, even if it wasn’t blessed by a God.”

“No way.” Steve avoided Eddie’s pleading gaze. “I’m not having you pay me. I’ll be fine. Okay, Robin’s mom is apparently just like her, so I’ll wanna top myself by tomorrow, but—”

“I heard that, Dingus! Take the damn guitar. Christ knows, we can’t keep you in treats and kennels, rent free, forever.” She marched out of the bedroom carrying several garbage sacks, then disappeared into the corridor, slamming the doors behind.

Eddie dumped the case at Steve’s feet. “Sell her, pawn her, whatever you need. Keep her—maybe you can become the next George Michael. Or Rick Astley.”

His snicker totally rubbed Steve up the wrong way. “Oh, right. So, you’re a tortured genius, and I’m a wannabe?”

“Not what I said, Steve.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just…” Dying inside here. “Hungover and grouchy.”

Steve swept his hand shakily across his mouth, pushed himself to his feet. He actually let Eddie help him. Damn, what wouldn’t he give to scuttle back to that bed, curl up with Eddie, and sleep till the world started over.

“You’ll take her?” Eddie’s hand rested very lightly on Steve’s hip.

“I guess.”

He wound up staring at that stupid pillar. He vaguely recalled blundering into it, the handcuffs and… Oh shit, did I really do that? Panic flashed, then Eddie pulled him close, notched his chin on Steve’s shoulder. Steve melted into him.

“I’m crazy about you, Stevie,” whispered Eddie. “God, I’m gonna miss you so freakin’ much. Here’s Henderson’s number. Call me, okay?”

Eddie slipped something into Steve’s pocket. Steve choked up. He couldn’t help it. “Crazy about you too,” he murmured, sliding his arms under Eddie’s. He breathed deep as he dared, chiefly of Eddie’s sweat. And he smiled into Eddie’s puffy, sweaty hair. Maybe he should be dreaming of a cold shower together rather than hopping straight into that soft bed. Wasn’t gonna happen.

But maybe they could go on a cheap date this weekend?

“Crap!” He pulled back and took Eddie’s face in his hands. “Your agoro-wotsit! You gonna be okay leaving this place?”

“Oh, I’m gonna whizz out of here like the Flash. You cured me, remember?” Eddie pulled a dumb face, crossing his eyes, then silenced Steve’s protest with his fingertips. “I’m gonna be just peachy. You go home with Robin and rest up.”

…

Eddie perched on the couch, his head in his hands.

It had been ten minutes since Robin and Steve had left. Since then, Eddie had glued himself to the seat, barely able to move a muscle. It took a shitload of willpower to shift far enough to discover what was jammed uncomfortably against his butt. Turned out to be Robin’s rolling pin, that’d gotten lost beneath a cushion.

When Steve was settled at Robin’s, would he want to call? Should he want to? Were Steve’s feelings for him really Stockholm Syndrome, or some equally messed-up shit?

Eddie’s mind raced through the past few weeks, all the scorching sex, the cool times hanging together. He settled on one of his favorite memories, which even brought a small smile to his lips. He’d been dozing on this very couch, daydreaming about being home in Wayne’s trailer—rolling on his tiny bed with Steve, making out like dumb teens.

Then real-life Steve had crawled on top of him, fingers tangling through Eddie’s hair and kissing him softly. So soft and teasingly gentle that Eddie’s every nerve-end shimmered, flooding him with dumbass levels of joy. Wide awake, he’d gabbed Steve hungrily and kissed him back like it was his last moment alive. They’d sucked face and wrestled and rolled about so madly that they’d tumbled off the goddamn couch and landed in a tangled heap.

They’d pissed themselves laughing on the Persian rug. Then they’d watched Ghostbusters II and chucked popcorn at each other, before head-banging their brains out to some serious metal and pop. In those moments, Eddie had sure as heck believed in his daydream—that he and Steve belonged together, in some badass time and place far away from his dungeon-tower gulag. Steve understood that too, right? Jesus, but even last night, Eddie had treated Steve… like a hooker. Worse. He’d pinned his wrists and swatted his ass, taken without asking. And now, after everything he’d learned…

“All you are, Eddie Munson, is the John who wasn’t quite such a shithead to him.”

As his guts twisted into fresh knots, he consoled himself with the facts. He was crazy about Steve. Steve said he was crazy about Eddie. He could make this right and real within days. Hours, even. Then he’d work his tatts off on ‘Vecna’s Doom Quest II.’ He’d make a shitload more money. He’d TAKE CARE of Steve. 

As soon as he’d shuffled out of here.

Riiiiight. In your own time, dude.

He managed to sit up straight, but his legs had set like stone. His rings dug into his tightly-curled fingers. Far below, in the street, his ride awaited, the meter ticking. Dustin was gonna shred him up and feed him to those damn donks.

A bellhop arrived with a trolley and gathered some of Eddie’s luggage. Then he came and fetched two more loads. Eddie was left on the couch with a few of his original tattered trunks around his feet.

Four o’clock was long gone. The chambermaid let herself in. At the sight of Eddie, she dropped her duster and gave a little cry.

“Hey, Doreen,” said Eddie, offering a small wave. “Uuuuuuh, just takin’ a breather. I’ll be outta your hair in a jiffy.”

“You take your time, hon’. I’m heartbroke to see you leave.”

She started up hoovering. Eddie rummaged through his stuff for something to give her as a parting tip and hit paydirt with an original 1964 Rolling Stones LP. Yeah, it was rad, but a recent purchase. Compared to the 7-inch vinyls he’d scrimped and saved for as a kid, it meant less than nothing.

He pushed himself to his feet, a monumental achievement that he was stupidly proud of. He puffed out his cheeks, rolled back his shoulders.

“Yoohoo! Doreen!” he called, and she stopped hoovering. He beamed at her and even wondered if he could build on this momentum to blast on out of there. “Got a teensy weensy pressie for—"

“What the devil?” An English-accented voice interrupted them, and Eddie wheeled about. A chunky middle-aged man in a three-piece suit blocked the doorway, leaning on a wicker cane. “I was promised this suite would be available this afternoon.”

“It will be Lord Godchester,” said Doreen. “Accept my sincere apologies. I will call down for assis—”

“I don’t care, woman!” Godchester strode into the room as if it was his birthright. “I want to move my trunks across NOW.” He swiped the cane through the air as he spoke. Clearly, he didn’t need it for walking. On noticing Eddie, he balked. “Who the bloody hell are you?”

Greetings and salutations, Lord Dickchester.

Eddie stared at the cane. Then he stared at the pillar. And back at the unspeakable bastard before him. 

Yeah. The picture was goddamn crystal clear.

“I asked you a question, man!” yelled Dickchester. Godchester. Eddie didn’t give a flying fuck either way.

He breathed hard and fast through his nostrils. His teeth grinded. Then he turned about and picked up Robin’s rolling pin.

....

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Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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[slopmaster9000]

elise life update post under the cut

FRIDAY 8/30:

went to my old high school's football game because i wanted to see all my band friends and i ended up running into my little tboy polycule and just dicked around with them until after halftime. they all then grabbed my boobs in the parking lot because it was funny and they're all horny trans guys. went home

SATURDAY 8/31:

best friend (rose) came over to spend the night and she brought panera mac and cheese for me because she works there and gets half off. we cuddled and watched wall-e but got distracted halfway through and she fucked me silly. finished the movie, ate some mac and cheese, she fell asleep in my arms

SUNDAY 9/1:

woke up next to my bestie which is a great feeling i believe. we went to dunkin and listened to some fuckass music in the car before she went home. cleaned my room and my bathroom because WIFE came over after rose left. we just cuddled most of the time then we went and got wingstop for dinner then fell asleep. also took my first progesterone this day

MONDAY 9/2:

woke up in my WIFE's arms and then we went to ikea and got blåhajs together it was really really sweet and then we went to disney springs idek why but she had a panic attack so we just went home after :( but anyway we got home and she got right to playing with my synthesizer and making some sick ass patches. then she messed with my guitar pedals too because she's a huge nerd. watched terminator 2 together and it was really cool and sweet. fell asleep together again and also i tried boofing my progesterone instead this day

TUESDAY 9/3:

woke up with my WIFE again and she went home pretty early because she had therapy. went and picked up my other friend (kody) and we hung out at my house, had some mediocre sex and he was a total asshole about it, bought him a slushie and some goldfish at the gas station then took him to another friend (finn)'s house. ended up giving finn a little tdick blowjob then took some edibles. edible happened to REALLY kick in the second time i was sucking him off and it was absolutely ethereal. everything felt like it was vibrating and it was perfectly stimulating. made him cum from a handjob then our other friends (chase and fern) got back from huey magoos with some chicken. now usually im not a huge fan of chicken but having just had insane t4t sex and being high as balls had me RAVENOUS. i wrecked that shit (thank you for the chicken chase) and then we hung out while i waited for my edible to wear off enough for me to drive home. ended up getting home like an hour ago, made some pasta, boofed my prog again, now im cuddling my blåhaj still a little buzzed and really happy. overall great weekend with great sex and great people. life is worth living

[scrollonso]

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i was expecting a topic so now im gonna be talking about smth random

idk if ppl have this in other countries but yk what goldfish are obviously and theres also whale crackers that are like offbrand dollar store goldfish

and theyre so fucking good its ridiculous. like i could eat 100 boxes in one sitting (i ate 1 in one sitting and i was sick for a whole day it was bad but so worth it)

but my mom HATES whale crackers she says theyre the worst thing ever and im so weird for liking them and its like no youre weird for not liking the best fucking crackers ever made, goldfish are so overrated whale crackers are so good i wish i had some rn but i have turtle crackers so i hope those are good theyre like 2 feet away but im too tired to reach over and grab them so i fear i wont be testing them until tomorrow

anyway these are the loml whale crackers

[beep-beep-sunny]

Reddie Week Day 4 Soulmates!!

This is my longest Reddie week post so far! I'll put it below the little squiggly line and see what that does. Please let me know what you think if you decide to check it out! Thank you!

Soulmates were real. Right? Eddie Kaspbrak was always told they were. That there were auras that were visible to just you and that special person. That being around them made things smell different… taste different. They made you look at the world with fresh eyes. He had no proof of that. 

He had no proof of it because he wasn't able to see anything. He never could. It would be one thing if only that "special" person was supposed to have an aura. No. People said they could see their own auras. Eddie never saw anything. He didn't even know what it was supposed to look like. It's like how no one how's how well they can visualize things because they'll never know what other people are seeing. How clear is the apple? What the fuck does that even mean.

He used to try to see it. He'd convince himself he was a late bloomer. It was coming. His colors would come in and he'd see the world in a new vibrancy. 

His mother was pushy from the start. "Describe it sweetie? What are your colors?" She wouldn't drop it. Wouldn't let it go. "Why won't you just tell me, sweetie?? What are you hiding from mommy?" 

She pushed it and pushed it until Eddie popped. He started crying and screamed out. "I don't have any colors! I'm blank! I'm broken!"

He regretted it immediately. He feared what might happen after speaking to her like that, but she just pulled him close in an oppressive stranglehold. "Oh baby, it's okay!! Maybe you don't have colors because you don't need a soulmate because you have me. I'm all you need, Eddie bear." Eddie, overwhelmed, only cried harder. 

When his friends asked, he lied through his teeth. He was silent as he listened to his friends describing their colors. Bill was sad because his colors didn't end up matching with Beverly Marsh, the girl he had a crush on ever since they kissed in the school play. His were purple. Stanley mostly just said his were green. He didn't give much away about his stance on "soulmates". Just green. Then, Richie. For some reason, Eddie has been dreading Richie's explanation the most. He and Richie had been "Eddie and Richie" for so long. Always together, always fighting, always tangled up limbs forming the infinity sign. It was selfish for Eddie to wish Richie was like him, but he did. He told himself he just didn't want to be the only one. 

Richie has colors. From the sounds of it, the most beautiful and obnoxious colors that ever existed. He painted a picture with a rainbow of colors. Eddie watched him with wide eyes, stunned, in awe, as Richie kept going, kept describing the most beautiful colors in the world. "What about you, Eds?" Richie asked. Eddie searched Richie's face. Did he know? Could he tell? They made eye contact, Eddie swallowed, though his throat was dry. Richie's eyes were so, "Blue." Eddie said, before he even realized his lips were moving. The eye contact held for a moment longer, the air sticky thick, before Richie smiled wide, carefree as if Eddie's world wasn't falling apart. "Cool!" 

Not long after, Beverly Marsh joined their little group as well as Mike Hanlon and Ben Hanscom. As it turned out, Beverly Marsh's soulmate was the new kid, Ben. Bill tried to hide the heartbreak on his face when they told everyone, hand in hand. Eddie's mouth turned up in disgust. Why should something so stupid control love? What If they don't feel it? What if they love someone else? Who decided that's what the colors meant anyway? Bill cried on Eddie's shoulder for a week while they ate goldfish and gushers and watched the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

The rest of them didn't see the person with their colors throughout their highschool years. It didn't matter much, as Eddie saw it, with what they'd been through together? They were all soulmates in the ways that mattered. 

They all lost touch after graduation. 

He met Myra on a Sunday. He got off work early Sundays, so he likes to spend his nights sipping fruity cocktails at The Lucky Turtle. The old dusty sign under the name read "your destiny awaits". Her voice had a familiar shrillness, even though they'd never met. She was wailing to the bartender about her boyfriend loud enough for the entire bar to hear, and the bartender looked overwhelmed. "He's a bum!" She blubbered. "I can't believe I got saddled with such a gross loser for a soulmate! I was really going places before he came along ya know! All A's in school and cute as a button. Now we're broke and all my potential is wasted. Stupid freaking," she paused, "Pardon my language, but stupid colors shouldn't trap a cute teen girl into a life of suffering with a total loser. I need a man that can take care of me!" Myra wasn't pleasant, but Eddie couldn't help but be intrigued by her disdain for the colors. He moved closer to her. "W..what??" She sniffled. "Come to take advantage of my fragile position?" She looked at him through her eyelashes and puffed out her lower lip. 

Eddie almost just left, but he didn't. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his veins"I don't think the colors know everything." He said coolly. "It's all a huge scam." She lit up at that. 

They went home together. It wasn't like Eddie to mess around with a married woman, but it wasn't like him to mess around with anyone and he was so fucking lonely. When Eddie blurted out his defect. I have no colors. I'm blank. I don't have a soulmate. He thought that would be it. Why would anyone want someone that was deficient? It wasn't. She was delighted. 

By the fifth meetup, Myra announced she was leaving her "dead beat" husband for him. She loved that Eddie was dependable with a good paying job and benefits. She also loved that he was broken. It was like having two soulmates, she'd say. She never had to worry about him leaving her for his real soulmate because he didn't have one, and she thought that was great. 

Their relationship wasn't anything special. Things didn't smell different or taste different, but at least he wouldn't live his life alone, and that was better than nothing, right? They were married on a Sunday, just like the day they met. His mother cried. Seeing them in one space was unnerving. It made it impossible to ignore their similarities. Two women that used his deficiency to claim him. 

He was married. That's what he wanted, right? To not be alone forever like he feared he would be? It seemed as though he should have been happy. He had everything normal people had, and yet, maybe the colors really meant more than just "soulmates", maybe it was the soul itself. Maybe Eddie was soulless. Maybe God forgot to give him a soul. Maybe he'd never be happy because he was hardly a real person. 

One afternoon, he was doing the dishes and Myra was watching TV in the sitting room. The rooms were connected, so they could still look over at each other. Myra was laughing, until she wasn't. She'd been watching her favorite late night talk show. "This guy sucks." She whined as she sunk deeper into her chair. "Eddie bear, come here! Look at this guy!! He really thinks he's funny, but he's awful. I can't believe Johnny Daily would have a hack like this guy on the show. What is the future of TV coming to?" She just droned on into an unpleasant white noise. 

"Okay okay, just for a minute. I'm doing the dishes." He took a few steps over so he could see the TV, absentmindedly drying a plate. 

"Richie Tozier, ladies and gentlemen." The TV came into crystal clear focus. There he was Richie. All grown up, scruff, laugh lines, and all. Same shitty jokes. The plate slipped from his fingers and shattered on the ground. 

After that, Eddie secretly sat in the bathroom to look up Richie, watch his standup, he'd only watch him on TV if he knew Myra wouldn't be home as if he were having an affair and not just embarrassed to be obsessed with a guy that his wife thought was "offensively unfunny". 

Myra was out with friends one night. "Girls night, don't wait up!" She said, going out the door in low-cut cheetah-print. Eddie had recorded Richie's recent TV appearances on a secret account and had been itching to watch them. Just waiting for an opportunity. 

The first was very typical of Richie's TV appearances, promoting his upcoming Netflix special that Eddie was already ready to sign up for a free trial to watch as soon as it came out. The second recording was different. It wasn't like his usual appearances. The vibe was more serious. At first, Eddie worried something was wrong. 

"So, you've come out! Tell us more about that." The host probed with a sympathetic smile that felt artificial. 

Richie's smile felt genuine, but nervous. "Sort of, I guess. If you want to put it like that. It's true. I don't have colors. I never have." Eddie felt himself immediately become cold and clammy. His mouth grew dry. 

"Never?" She asked. 

"Nope!" Richie replied, almost jovial. "I'm tired of lying. I figured I couldn't be alone. I thought, maybe I should finally be at least a little brave if that means it would help some other confused kid. It would have meant a lot to me to know I wasn't alone." 

Eddie stared at the screen, much closer to it than his mother would have been okay with. She always said sitting right in front of the TV was like staring at the sun. That hardly felt like it mattered at that moment. Eddie got up from.in front of the TV while earnest Richie and the fake interviewer continued the interview in the background. Eddie desperately pawed through the medicine cabinet. He'd thrown out his inhalers years ago, but suddenly felt desperate for a puff. Seeing Richie made him feel strange and small and scared. 

No. He thought. Nononono. Richie had colors. He said so. He had the most beautiful colors of all. Swirling blues and green and orange and yellow like the sun. He told them. He. He lied. Just like Eddie. Eddie always assumed, before he saw him again on TV, that Richie was living a happy white-picket-fence life with a beautiful wife. Someone special. Someone that also had the most beautiful colors and together they were raising two boys with a cat and a dog and a chameleon that could turn all kinds of different colors. Richie always wanted a chameleon, but no. Richie didn't have those things. He was just as confused and scared and lonely as Eddie had always been. 

Before he realized what he was doing, his body moving almost automatically, he was in the car and driving. Where am I going? The broadcast wasn't live. I recorded it a week ago. At a red light, Eddie skillfully typed out, "Where does Richie Tozier live"  like a stalker. He got a vague area in LA from a sketchy tabloid site, and that was good enough for him. 

He didn't say a word to anyone, not to his work, not to Myra. Maybe he should have attempted to message Richie, but it's not like he'd see it. He was famous now and Eddie hadn't talked to him since highschool. He just got on a plane, looking unkempt and jittery. He didn't think the random screening he was pulled for was very random. 

He'd never been to California. He used to want to go. He used to want to see all kinds of places. Road trips in fast cars, wind running through his hair from open windows, even though it's terrible for your ears. 

He opened Twitter and navigated to Richie's page. Eddie didn't use Twitter, and using it now just made him feel even creepier. What am I even doing? This is crazy! He thought, but he looked anyway. Richie had a bad habit of posting everything. Eddie went on a wild goose chase, following his Twitter breadcrumbs to no avail. He almost gave up. It was getting dark, and Eddie had retreated back into his hotel room. He relaxed in the provided hotel robe after a long scolding shower. Eddie heard once that lonely people take the hottest showers. 

His phone buzzed. Probably Myra. He told her something came up for work. He hated lying like this, but how could he possibly explain the truth? Sorry darling. I'm in LA stalking your least favorite comedian. He's actually my childhood friend and it turns out we're both broken in the same way. It was stupid. It was so stupid. 

It wasn't Myra. It was an alert from Richie's Twitter. He posted a picture of himself on a stage in front of an empty stadium. It said, "I'll see you all at my show tonight!" It included a link to more information as well as a kissy winking face that flipped Eddie's stomach. 

He was performing a show at a place nearby the hotel at 9pm which was only an hour away. This was his only chance. He got dressed quickly. He didn't pack much. He looked unpolished and ridiculous, but he headed out anyway. 

He thought he could buy tickets at the door, but no such luck. He ended up crossing his fingers and buying a ticket from scalpers for five times the price. He had no idea Richie was so famous. He wasn't even funny. 

He got in with his scalped ticket. He watched from the nosebleeds. Okay, maybe he was a little funnier than he'd been as a kid. He was in his element up on the stage. He'd really grown up. Eddie heard sounds coming out of himself that he hadn't in a long time. Fond little laughs that were embarrassed to bubble out. Okay, maybe he always found Richie a little funny. 

By the end of the show, Eddie was a bit more relaxed. He was here. Richie Tozier. In the flesh. Richie Tozier who didn't see the colors. Just like Eddie. 

When Richie finished wishing the crowd goodnight, Eddie was already out of his seat. He was fighting through the legs of slow patrons with a flurry of "Sorry, excuse me sorry." He could lose Richie. Not again. He didn't have a plan beyond "get to Richie". 

There was a crowd around the front and a bodyguard that was on the short side, but still muscular and stocky. I probably could put run this guy. Eddie thought, seemingly embracing his fate as a creepy stalker. "Back up!" The guy yelled, spitting as he talked. 

Richie was walking down the side stairs. They were so close now. Eddie took a deep breath. "Trashmouth!" The yell came out more squeaky and desperate than he would have preferred, but he had to do it. What else was he going to do? 

Their eyes met. Richie looked scared. Eddie realized this was a mistake immediately. Richie was scared. Of course he was scared because Eddie was a total fucking stalker. Richie would probably get a restraining order and he'd never see him again. 

"Alright, get out of here." The bodyguard walked over to shoo him, and Eddie was ready to let him, but Richie wasn't. He reached out and stopped his bodyguard from moving forward. 

His eyes bore into Eddie. Eddie shivered under the intensity of his icy blue eyes. "Eds?" Richie said. The nickname gripped Eddie's heart and wouldn't let go. Richie and his bodyguard shared a look that must have communicated "let him through" because that's just what he did. Eddie walked past the bodyguard and was suddenly feet from Richie for the first time in two decades. 

They stared for a while. "Hi." Richie said, his voice suddenly raw and vulnerable. 

"Hi." Eddie replied, shyly.

"What are you, I mean, how did you, I um," Richie struggled to form a coherent thought. Some things never changed, though he never used to seem so careful about word choice. "You're here." He settled with. 

"I can't see the colors either!" Eddie blurted, almost like he couldn't hold it in anymore. Like the words have been pounding on his throat for a long time. 

Richie looked lost. He searched Eddie's face as if he thought this was all some kind of mean joke. "But," his throat sounded dry. He probably wasn't hydrating properly. "But you're blue." He said, not needing to search his mind for the color. It was as though he'd thought about it many times before, but why. Why would he remember that little lie after all these years? The answer to that was simple, but Eddie couldn't let himself believe the simple answer. Because if Richie remembered Eddie was blue the same way Eddie remembered the picture Richie had painted of the most beautiful colors in the world then maybe that meant he felt it too.

But, what the hell? "I lied." Eddie said. 

"Why?" Richie sounded desperate, hanging on Eddie's every word. 

"I didn't want you to think I was broken. I-" Almost as soon as the words were out of Eddie's mouth, Richie caught his cheeks in his hands, pulling him impossibly close and linking their lips. Eddie didn't shut his eyes. He couldn't, because suddenly he was filled with such clarity. He could see the green grass, the dark night sky, the yellow dandelions of spring, the blue of Richie's eyes. The colors were all there. They were always there. They were everywhere. Who's to say he's missing anything? The colors were here the whole time. Blue wasn't a lie, because it was there, in Richie's eyes. Eddie wanted to live in the blue of his eyes forever. 

It didn't take long for the kissing to deepen and for Eddie to notice the cameras flashing. Eddie held up both his middle fingers. He heard that makes it so the magazines can't use paparazzi photos. He wanted this moment just for them. 

[spacerockwriting]

weekly tag game!

its been early as fuck and its tag game time!!! Thanks @stocious and @energievie

name: comettt

do you drink coffee? if so, what's your coffee order? uhh usually a mocha thing, with oat or almond milk. The dairy hates me

what's the best thing you ate today? all i've eaten today is bacon and mountain dew it's not even 7am.

tell us about your first pet (or if you haven't had a pet yet, what's your dream pet?) Well, when i was like 2, my brother got 2 Golden hamsters named Hummy and Hammy. Hummy was named after a childrens book my mom had when she was little. When I was a little older I got two gold fish named Counter (after the kitchen counter) and Oblina (after that monster from Ah! Real Monsters lmao) but sadly my brothers goldfish Stripe and Spot ate them.

if your life was a book, what would you call the current chapter? insert a gif of a flamingo spinning in circles confused.

what's something you did recently that you're proud of? im working on application to new job!!!

what was your first dream job growing up? is it anything like the job you have now? Artist, and no, I'm not doing it.

what's the name of the latest playlist you made? Mixed in the Key of Emo full playlist. Fic playlist yessss

TAGGING: @transmurderbug @roryonic @celestialmickey @mybrainismelted

[a-punchline-on-duct-tape]

fuck yall this is my account and i post what i want to so introducing until dawn x outsiders au

will have spoilers and also i played this game around 2 years ago, i beat it, and havent touched it sense so i probably forgot a few things or im incorrect about something

for those of u who dont know and dont gaf about spoilers, until dawn is basically a video game in which a bunch of rich people in their 20's (i think) go visit their log cabin for an annual trip thing, and they decide to play a prank on a girl, which causes her to run out into the woods. the girl's sister follows her, but the girls wind up missing and nobody ever finds them.

next year around the same time the friends go back to the cabin and weird shit happens, they split up and basically, they get tortured by a guy in a mask (it was the dead sisters' brother who wants revenge) and they lock him somewhere? i think? and also they meet this stranger who explains there's creatures called wendigos who are a result of miners who got trapped in caves in 1952, they ate each other to survive and then got turned into said wendigos. one of the sisters got turned into a wendigo bcs she ate the other girl.

the dead sisters brother was passed out drunk during the events of the prank

also important point to mention, this game uses the butterfly affect, so the choices you make lead to a different outcome. the only thing i really remember relating to that is the fact i killed a guy named matt, and im super mad about it still.

anyways now im assigning characters? ig?

so for the sister who got the prank played on them, i'm saying angela. it sounds kinda weird, but the prank was one of the boys pretending to ask the sister out, as a way to humiliate her sort of.

the reason im picking angela is because in canon she had a crush on ponyboy, so it couldve been ponyboy but i feel like hes too nice so idk :/

anyways tim goes after angela bcs shes super upset, and they both die and idgaf tims not a girl.

angela ended up eating tim and she got turned into a wendigo

after a year, curly invited them all back as a way to get revenge for his siblings, but then all the crazy shit happened and yeah

if u excuse me, im gonna go find the disc and replay it to i can remember wtf happened anyways

also if u played the game and have more info than my goldfish ass PLEASE make a post and tag me 🙏🏾

[creoterative]

Uhm... I made another one.

Yeeesss, I know, my finals for this semester are coming up, but leave me some freetime xD

Anyway, my best friend sent me another bunch of funny things kids in kindergarten said and I made another TWDG kids template out of it.

So there.

Enjoy! Xd

PS: I had to rewrite some of them because she gave those to me in german and they wouldn't make sense in english, so... excuse the Florida comment xD

Minnie: "I have a unicorn at home! But I ripped out the horn, so it's a not-so-much-corn now."

Sophie: "I always read books at home, my favorite book is Justin Bieber!"

Louis: "My parents have a swing in their bedroom, it must be so much fun, but I'm never allowed to play with it." (...That was disturbing, send help to the poor boy.)

Duck: *talking about future jobs* "I wanna be a whale!"

Ruby: "Yes, I love Spargel! Oh, what's that?" (It was at this moment, that the little girl learned, Spaghetti and Spargel aren't the same. And for my english friends, Spargel is Asparagus.)

Clementine: "Mommy had a baby yesterday! But it is a little bit ugly."

Marlon: *to the new young woman working there* "My dad said everyone needs a job when they grow up. Why don't you have one?"

Mitch: "Remember when you said that I'm not allowed to play with the water in the sink anymore? *soaked from head to toe* "Because I don't."

Louis: "I don't like cucumbers that grow." ( what .)

Willy: "Did you know, that eggs break apart when you throw them? By the way, where is the cleaning set?"

Brody: "You can't play with us, you don't like coffee!" Violet: "But you never drank coffee either!" Brody: "But I like it, because momma likes it!"

Tenn: "You're my kokong." (He meant Cousin.)

Marlon: "I want my reflection to be alive as well, I want to play with it. That's so unfair!" (He didn't understand the concept of twins yet.)

Violet: "I'd eat that very gladly. I just don't want to."

Willy: *after being asked to help clean up the mess* "No thank you, I like it better this way."

Marlon: "Your pants are ugly." Mitch: "You're wearing the same." (And then Marlon threw a tantrum because he felt insulted.)

Aasim: "I have a bunny at home. But sometimes it changes colour." (Again, Aasim are you okay?)

Louis: "My goldfish went to Atlantis today!" (It died.)

Marlon: "My uncle has no eyes, so he got a dog with eyes. I don't want my eyes either, I want a puppy!"

Clementine: "How long does a strawberry tree grow?"

Mitch: "If bears gotta go for little boys, they pee in their fur."

Louis: "I'm there in a second. Geez, I hate it when people say that, what KIND of second, a long or a short one?!"

Violet: "Tastes ugly."

Ruby: "You need to go home, you have 124 meters fever!"

Sophie: "If you destroy my picture, I'll get world destruction!"

Aasim: "I have to computer now."

Louis: "My tummy feels yucky, can you call my mother in law?"

Marlon: "What do you have there?" Louis: "A cough drop!" Marlon: "Woah, I want a tough drop too!"

Ruby: "I lost my fuck in the sandbox, momma!" (She was talking about her toy truck.)

Minnie: "My mom has circus disturbance." (She meant circular disturbance.)

Omar: "Today I have fish sticks with potato pudding!"

Brody: "Look, I'm a mermaid! Now I only need a fork!"

Marlon: "Why is that man shaving the lawn?"

Louis: "But I already ate all my cousins!" (It's raisins, Louis.)

Ruby: "My grandma is in the animal shelter because she can't walk anymore." (Her grandma went into retirement.)

Willy: "My grandpa is magnetic too!" (His grandpa had a prosthetic leg.)

Duck: "My dad is special too, he's from Florida!"

Mitch: "I want more pregnant stamps." Ms. Martin: "...What?" Mitch: "I'm still hungry." Ms. Martin: "Ah, yes, you can have more ravioli."

Duck: "Can I have more weed?" (He meant arugola.)

Sophie: "I only got one motivation left for cleaning up, so I'll hurry."

Louis: "I got a bikini!" (It's a kiwi, Louis.)

Marlon: "Does the CD player google the songs first or why is it taking so long?"

Clementine: "My baba brought me today." Duck: "Huh? I thought you could only eat them?" (...He thought she meant a banana.)

[scaryleo-scaryleo]

me and my partner have been making really dumb adult natalie headcannons and we’ve made a list of the good ones

goes out of her way to buy ring pops

will not eat cereal after she found out fruit loops are all the same flavor

ate pop rocks and got scared

has put a goldfish in her mouth before that scene

buys rainbow goldfish crackers but will not eat the green ones

hates hello kitty because she is 3 apples tall

doesn’t understand monopoly but she still plays it and gets absolutely furious

puts diesel instead of normal gas in her car very often

puts any teeth she finds under her pillow for the tooth fairy and gets pissed when they’re still there in the morning

thinks the mall easter bunny is real and gets so scared that she has to be escorted out of the mall

is not allowed in any aquarium in her state

she is the reason why toys r us closed down

hates pudding

tries to suck jello cups into her mouth and throws them against a wall when she chokes on it

she has 5 minute crafts blocked on literally every platform even though they blocked her first because she sent them death threats and called them mean names

goes all out on halloween to scare kids then steal their candy

when kids knock on her door she chases them

goes to the pool and wears arm floaters and screams at kids while trying not to drown and they splash her

loves boiled peanuts

coughs like an ipad kid

did not grow out of eating her boogers instead she just started doing it for fun in like her late 20s

sent taissa a video of her not voting for her

got rejected from a community college

accidentally posted an embarrassing picture of herself staring into the camera on twitter and now it’s a meme and when people tag her she starts screaming

has been banned from every social media platform like 4 times

does not know what a stanley cup is, one time misty bought her one and she thought that it meant misty made it and she was really confused

loves fireworks but is scared of the ones you throw

throws the popping fireworks at misty’s car and windows every year on the fourth of july one time it hit misty in the forehead and she had a giant welt on her head for weeks and natalie kept pressing it in

tried to eat one of said fireworks

loves the fourth of july like what really hyped about it but literally has no idea what the history of it is

gets caught sneaking into churches and eating all of the communion wafers

thinks the keebler elves are real

still looks for the leprechauns that destroyed her childhood classrooms at the end of rainbows and has gotten lost in a field doing so

gets mad when beets don’t turn her pee red because that’s the only reason she eats them she tries it at least once a month

got lost in a corn maze and she got so mad that she just started eating all of the corn

presses peoples bruises in then gets really offended and mad when they tell her to stop but also gets mad if they don’t react

saw the the spider-man movie and thought it was real so she kept picking up spiders and letting them bite her it got so bad that misty had to take her to the ER

thought jaws was real so she went on a boat and jumped off to kick a shark in the head

bought a grimace shake and got really mad that it didn’t end up like the tiktoks

like to chase her friends around with things she finds

makes tiassa a dirt cake when she won the election out of fucking mud and rocks then felt bad so she made misty make one out of pudding and oreos to give to her

when tiassa first started running she made fake merch out of rocks and sold it outside of tiassa’s house

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #102

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Reggie barged in unannounced as Clint sat on the couch with his laptop, drafting an email.

“Clint! Clint! You’re not gonna believe this!”

“What?”

“They’re back!” He dumped a grocery bag onto the coffee table, forming a mountain of snacks.

“Oh my God,” Clint said, sorting through the pile. He pulled out a flat, rigid package. “Cereal Straws! I always loved these!”

“And Oreo Cakesters! Remember them?”

“Yeah, weren’t they banned for being full of trans fat?”

“I think so, yeah,” he took a large bite of one. “But I’m pretty sure they just use palm oil now.”

“Nice!” Clint crunched into a Froot Loop Straw. “This takes me back, man. Even the way it coats the roof of my mouth in some kinda wax.”

“For real, dude. Classic.”

Clint searched the pile again. “Hey, weren’t there any of the Apple Jacks ones? Those were my favorite.”

“Sorry, I didn’t see any.”

“The Cocoa Krispies ones weren’t even that good. Why’d they bring back those instead of the Apple Jacks ones?”

Reggie shrugged.

Clint leaned back and pondered. “You know what I wish they’d bring back? Yogos. Remember those?”

“Aw, hell yeah! Those were the best! My mom used to put them in my lunch every day back in Elementary school. But you know what was even better?”

“What?”

“Chocodiles.”

“Never heard of ‘em.”

“You - what?!? Bro, you missed out! Okay, listen, basically it’s a Twinkie, right? But they cover it in chocolate.”

“So?”

“It stays moist, man! The chocolate holds in all the moisture so it doesn’t get stale!”

“Don’t Twinkies last forever?”

“That’s a myth. They start going stale right out of the factory. But Chocodiles don’t. They were goddamn magic. I’d kill for one right now.”

“So… they’re like, your chocolate-covered white whale, huh?”

“Pretty much.”

“I get it. Life hasn’t been the same for me since Altoids Sours were discontinued.”

“Now that I think about it, though…” Reggie stared off into the distance. “There was one snack that really had an impact on me.”

“What was it?”

“Goldfish-flavored Goldfish.”

“You mean… the original flavor? The plain ones? They still make those.”

“No. Goldfish-flavored. They tasted like goldfish. Like the pet, the actual fish.”

Clint grimaced and squinted at Reggie. “You’re fucking with me, right?”any

“No. No, I definitely had them. My mom got them for me after my goldfish died. She said we had to mail him to the Pepperidge Farm upstate so they could turn him into crackers. So he could live forever inside me.”

Clint muttered under his breath. “What the fuck…”

“The crackers came in a package shaped like a coffin. But it was made out of paper, and it had that foil on the inside - you know the foil, right? On the inside of a bag of Goldfish?”

Clint nodded, his eyes wide.

“I opened the package and the first thing I remember was the smell. That smell will stick with me for the rest of my days. It’s almost like walking into a fish market, or a sushi restaurant, but with something else mixed in. Maybe the flour, or the riboflavin…”

“Death?” Clint asked.

“Maybe. Anyway… I ate the whole package, then and there. It took me an hour. My mom wouldn’t let me have water, because she said it might wake him up inside my belly if I drank it. And we couldn’t wake him up before he was all together in my stomach. So I kept eating the crackers.”

“Dude…”

“I began to feel ill halfway through. I wanted to stop, to give up. I thought I might vomit. But then, my goldfish would have been gone forever. Trapped in the void between life and death, wedged between worlds, somewhere in the space between. I started hallucinating - the crackers swam in front of me like I was swimming in a fish tank myself. I realized I was smiling, and the snacks smiled back.”

Clint held his stomach. He too felt ill.

“Tears rolled down my face as I chomped down on each and every last cracker. That was the last of him. My goldfish was gone. He would be part of me forever. Forever, Clint! Have you any idea how long that is to go without something?!?”

“What do you mean?”

“For long years, I have hungered for it! For that missing essence, that exotic flavor I only ever tasted in those Goldfish-flavored Goldfish! I need it! If you think that flavor was death…? Then I must taste death!”

“You - y- you’re scaring me, man!” Clint wedged himself in the corner of the couch. He’d never been this terrified.

Reggie shook his head and grinned, chuckling as tears formed in his eyes. “Don’t be scared, Clint.” He pulled out his pocket knife. “You’ll like it at the Pepperidge Farm.”

[cqcandchill]

more complaining!

well i wanted to have a nice conversation about moving out this summer but unfortunately it did not happen that way

because i got upset that my mom locked casper in my office when she went to go close the windows. and her partner decided to tell me i had no right to be upset because it was a mistake even though i know if it was his dog he'd be having a fucking hissy fit + casper ate a bunch of garbage that's also now all over my carpet. including a bunch of goldfish (crackers) that are really high in salt and i'm extremely stressed that he might get sodium poisoning as a result.

and like i understand mistakes happen but like... come the fuck on. why do i always have to be the one to get over it and be the bigger person when she locked a live animal in a room for multiple hours because she couldn't be fucking bothered to check if he was still in there. but i'm unreasonable for being upset and for pushing back on the disrespect/invalidation of being told to get over it, basically.

i was already at my tipping point about my vehicle being left on the street but between this incident and like... having my shit re-arranged in my own living space without asking me, i told her i'd be moving out by the end of the summer so.

cheers i guess!

not exactly proud of how i handled this incident but unfortunately i was way, way too triggered to be calm. and to be honest telling somebody i hope they die is nothing compared to the fucking decades of trauma i've had to overcome as a result of these people treating me like i'm less than shit. so maybe i don't care. i'm tired of having to apologize when i'm the one who gets pushed and pushed and pushed to a breaking point.

[liesmyth]

Yeah the reason for the 3 you mentioned are

Palamedes/Cytherea- 100% gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, replacement goldfish girlfriend and hot librarian with a heart of gold boyfriend trying his best to make her better. It does not work, Cytherea gets better but it's in the most "still toxic doesn't matter" way possible, and Palamedes is dragged down to her level

Pyrrha/Camilla- During Nona or pre-Nona events. Just two people absolutely fucked up in a body sharing scenario, going through the roughest year of their life. Pyrrha's last relationship was hate fucking her ex girlfriend in her coworker's body, Camilla was in love with a guy who's now inside her in the least pleasurable way possible

These two were made to be in a relationship 100% built purely on ignoring their issues through sex and being in a pseudo marriage with their daughter Nona

Mercymorn/Harrow- Both ate people they loved and were an emotional wreck afterwards. Harrow's a nun, Mercy founded one of the most religious houses. Both are annoyed with everyone and disillusioned with God. Mercy's longest lasting relationship is with a guy she hates, but is the only one who will consistently talk with, hang out with, or have sex with her. Harrow's longest lasting relationships are with an ice cube and whatever she had going on with Gideon

Their relationship is 100% based around slowly realizing how much they have in common, bonding over that, and then getting into the most toxic and codependent relationship built around validating their own issues to each other and making it everyone elses problem. It is Augustine and Mercy's worst arguments, but they can channel the energy purely toward the other four lychtors while having nasty necromancer love

Also big agree, the vibes are friendly, call me

10/10, no notes, I am BLESSED to have this in my inbox. Pal/Cytherea is an underrated gem. Also... You know what has decent Replacement Goldfish potential? Gideon Nav/Pyrrha. I feel like Pyrrha's attitude around Gideon is much less "you could've been my kid" than it is "let me tell you about all the times I fucked your mum. You look a lot like her, btw"

I think A Lot about what if Mercy had a conversation with Harrow about her lobotomy. They could've bonded over grief! (If the lobotomy hadn't happened: same!). They both had to ascend through cavalier sacrifice... Mercy can insult Harrow beautifully for her disdain of flesh magic... I often think about this.

Also I've got to ask if you have read the Jod/Ianthe fic I got :3 mind the tags etc but it's SO fucked up (delicious)

[skippygoldfish]

just checked on skippy again. she's still lethargic, i massaged her belly and she dropped only a few eggs. i put some sinking pellets in my hand and put em in front of her mouth and i think she ate a few but mostly she wanted to get away from me cjdhx. she still gets active when i get near her cuz she's scared of me. her belly was slightly off color but like yellowy? so I'll keep checking to make sure she doesn't get a sore spot. rn the water is 68, i guess it hasn't gotten up yet even tho it's in the 70s today, and I'll be putting a tarp over tonight (with airstone intake uncovered for air flow).

anyway goddamn i thought i finally had a setup to help my goldies thrive but there's always something else to overlook that causes a problem. dandy isn't giving a fuck but I'm not used to skip being in spawning mode and i didn't count on a randomass few cold nights. i hope she can hang in there and feel better when it's warm again. hopefully I'm even diagnosing the problem correctly. goldfish 😬👍

[that-60s-jazz-song]

i love your headcanons.

Please do more!

omg okay !!

so. like straight up.

sasha nein stims. SASHA NEIN. STIMS!!!!

all of the stims all of them (not really but whatever!!!)

leg bouncing is one of his stress and this-meeting-is-SUPER-FUCKING-BORING stims. he gets a little antsy after *checks time* an hour of sitting still and listening to hollis complain ab money

OKAY I DONT SEE ENOUGH ELTON LOVE. ELTON. ELTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

someone got him a goldfish for his birthday and he was super emo when it died

UHHH UHHHH UHHHHHHH dude i should've responded to this at like 2 am that's when they start pumpin

OH OH OH

the aquatos have a dog named gus right? all of the little aquato children are jealous of him. "daaaaad! gus stole my sandwich!" "ahh that's alright mirtala. he's just a dog." "DAAAD GUS ATE MY SHOE" "you'll live dion"

OH AND THE UH

milla likes to store ALL of her stuff in sasha's pockets and in his boxes and in his stuff. she doesn't usually carry a purse, and it's just more convenient that way yk? she just. "sasha, do you mind if i?" *reaches into his pocket for lipstick*

[airshipvalentine]

6 22 26 40 <33

hiiii luna <3 <3 <3 you chose some hard questions.

6: why did you do that?

:( i dont like this question. because i thought it was the best decision? because i had a lapse in judgement and reacted like some kind of weak, sick animal? because i am shallow and driven only by a rat in my head looking for juice reward????? who knows.

22: what type of person are you?

this is such a big question. i really don't know where to start. dork ass loser? aspiring artist? puzzle nerd? Lover Of Things? sentimental sappy bastard?? chronic overthinker??? overplanner???? unironic enjoyer of cleaning???????? i dont know. is this a sufficient answer

26: a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

mmmh answered here but i'll try to think of another...

conversations with old friends who i haven't spoken to in years, maybe? sometimes i want to go back and apologize profusely for, like, what a fucking dumbass i used to be and/or chew them out for being a dick while i lied down like a doormat. meh. i try not to think about it that much i think i would be a much unhappier person if i replayed these more often

also like talking to people i guess. i'm one of those insufferable bastards who needs to completely plan out what i'm going to say before saying Anything to Anyone. unfortunately

40: did you have any snacks today?

i did! i saw some friends who are home for the summer today and we ate a lot of pringles and goldfish. and my little sister made chocolate chip cookies that were very tasty. she's been trying to perfect the right ratio between chewy and crunchy and i get to reap the rewards (eating cookie)

(from this meme!)