#sorry but i have no chill today

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

Damn, I'm feisty today. Someone stop me. Or don't, doesn't matter to me.

[wigglebox]

Suptober [Extended] - Day 21 || Love 💚💙

[freyadragonlord]

How do I explain how married Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunje are in the post-epilogue Side Stories without sounding like I am exaggerating or making things up...

[mono-socke]

Day 18: Web

i constantly had 'interweb' by poppy in my head while drawing this

[why-the-heck-not]

19.12.23, tuesday

0.5h of coding lol

wasn’t having the best day so decided to finally watch the barbie-movie (it’s on hbo rn) bc figured that could cheer me up

but bc the universe loves a good timing, on the grocery store trip after, some dudes came to me like ”which one of us would u fuck?” and that annoyed me way more than it should’ve. Like cmon, it’s 10pm at a grocery store; if you’re not cottage cheese or olive oil get tf out of my face

just a short evening walk bc it was windy and I was annoyed

[cumbutton]

doggyy

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

i’m home !!

procedure went real well, everything was really smooth and almost as soon as they said, “you can count backwards if you want,” i don’t think i even said ten before i was suddenly in recovery and sipping some ginger ale.

honestly the worst part was the iv because they had to do it on the side of my wrist because apparently my veins are crooked ?? i just hate ivs anyway so that’s no surprise but other than that no complaints.

everyone was real nice and made sure i was well taken care of (my nurse even had me pee one more time before so she wouldn’t have to do a catheter which with my history…..thank you)

but yeah, i’ll have a follow up in about a month just to make sure everything’s good and the iud is doing its thing !!

i do have some cramping and bleeding but that’s normal, although a little funny because i literally just stopped my period yesterday but…oh well !! hopefully in a few months i won’t have hardly any so this we can handle and i hace some medicine (and my ~medicine) that’ll help so i’m all set.

mom had to go run some errands so my little recovery buddy is keeping me company. also, a moment of recognition for my new favorite shirt (thank you as always, Boss Dog Art; i’ve already got my eye on another one that says, “i think therefore i am against transphobia around the world” or something like that and it’s got a cool skeleton on it; this is my third shirt from them and they’re really comfy and good quality so not sponsored but check them out, they seem cool):

[dragonairice]

16 + jeremy heere :)

Oh my gosh you’re a genius.

Jeremy blinked. Then blinked again. The image in the bathroom mirror didn't change. At first he didn’t even notice anything was wrong, until he took a closer look and realised his reflection was taller than him, that it was wearing a cardigan he hadn't touched in weeks, and its hair was messy in a way the Squip would never allow. The reflection blinked - and wasn't that a weird sight - it tilted it’s head slightly in way that reminded Jeremy of a confused puppy; something he very much didn't do. 

“Is this a Squip thing?” he asked after a moment of silence, no other explanation could make sense of this weird hallucination. The reflection pursed its lips, staying quiet. It scanned him up and down, eyes roving from his styled hair to the form-fitting shirt it lacked. It looked back at him, head tilted down slightly to make direct eye contact. “You still have the Squip?” It asked. 

Jeremy suppressed a flinch when his reflection spoke back with his voice, he had been expecting it, sure, but that didn't make it any less weird. Instead, he stood up straighter, puffing out his chest like he was instructed to “Yes” he answered.

The reflection looked crestfallen, which didn't make any sense. It took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching its fists - something Jeremy wasn't allowed to do anymore, and let it out in a heavy sigh. “Look” it said “You’re not going to believe me- I know because I wouldn't believe me, but I’m you. I’m Jeremy Heere, a couple of months in the future”.    

Jeremy blinked. Then blinked again. Then he laughed “You expect me to believe that?” he asked incredulously “Dude, I know my brain is weird but this is just insane”. 

The reflection made a frustrated noise “It’s true!” it insisted “I’m you- just - look, ask me a question only you would know the answer to”. 

Jeremy crossed his arms smugly “Trick question” he said haughtily “You’re from my brain, so anything I know-”.

“I automatically know too” the reflection finished with a smug expression “Isn't that what you were going to say?”. 

Jeremy scoffed, ignoring the seed of doubt that lodged in his throat “That’s barely proof” he deflected “If you’re really me in the future, then tell me if you’re dating Christine Canigula yet”. If by some chance this really was him in the future- the Squip had definitely succeeded by then, right?

The reflection’s lip twitched, like it was laughing at a joke he didn't understand. “I’m in a committed relationship if that’s what you’re asking” it said vaguely. 

Jeremy frowned “With Christine, right?” he pressed. The reflection smiled, saying nothing. 

The boy sighed, massaging his forehead aggressively “If this is my psyche trying to tell me something” he grumbled under his breath “You’re not being very clear about it”. 

The reflection laughed - that ugly wheezing sound that Jeremy detested. “I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually you from the future” it said softly. Jeremy looked up to see its mirthful smile had shifted to something more melancholic, something that looked disgustingly like pity “And there’s something I want to tell you so bad… but we’ve seen enough time travel movies to know that knowing the future changes it”. 

“If you’re from the future” Jeremy said haltingly, tendrils of doubt slowly climbing up his throat “How are you here?”. 

The reflection shrugged “Your guess is as good as mine, dude. I don’t remember this happening at all”. It looked him up and down again, frowning at his appearance (not that he could tell why considering he looked leagues better than the wanna-be in the mirror). It hummed contemplatively, giving him a sad smile.

He had officially had enough of this hallucination / fever dream / actual science-defying act of time travel. “I’m going to bed,” he announced. 

The reflection nodded “Okay. You do that”. Jeremy turned around, fully intending on forgetting this entire interaction. A voice called out for him just as his hand reached the bathroom doorknob “One more thing. Just some advice? Don't lose Michael”. 

Jeremy recoiled like he’d been slapped “What?” he demanded, whirling around to meet his reflection. Only, it looked normal. Styled hair, tight shirt, haunted expression-

God he looked like a mess, Squip would kill him for letting his appearance be so flawed. It was only then he noticed that the supercomputer hadn't said anything at all during that entire exchange. He shook his head, he was way too tired, he was going to bed. 

He didn’t think about it at all the next morning.

Also bonus:

[lottieurl]

i'm well aware there are single parents out there working full time but i think working full time and living alone with my dog is about to put me in a psychward

[marclef]

brain too excited to work on other stuff today but uhhhhhhhhh

fake peppino blorbo chart?

(blank template i used in case you wanna join lol)

[simcardiac-arrested]

free time acquired means i immediately open whiteboard and draw failpeople

[mono-socke]

hey look, good n evil squippy both at once

[blondiest]

girl help i lost sight of creating things first and foremost for myself and got overly invested in external validation therefore setting myself up to feel terrible about my works because i started looking at them too closely and became paranoid that they weren't good enough and that people would think they're stupid and—

i am going to be on here less and for a little while may be engaging with other people's writing a bit less as i try to get back into my own creative flow again 🥲 will still pop in now and again but i think being too tuned-in to everything has been making me a little insecure (<- a me problem; all of you are lovely and sweet) and with some added work stress i'm just!!! not engaging with things in a way that makes me happy or that feels particularly healthy.

honestly i feel strange even bothering to make a post about this bc Who Cares but i didn't want anyone to feel ignored if i am just straight not replying to messages etc for chunks of time. 🤝

[marzipanladyart]

babygirl :)

[cant-get-no-worse]

Your writing is always great, I need you to write something to either making us optimistic about the future of the club or to make us realize how much in deep shit we actually are please 😭

Babe, just browse through my La Liga 2022/2023 tag and mourn with me. 💕