#standing in the way of that bc you're afraid of being left in the dust

[leapinarmadillo]

it sucks so bad that michael did 4 solo albums during the jackson 5 but suddenly when he was an adult noooo now you can't do a solo album, that's too much of a threat. i hate u joe jackson

[pricegouge]

ask game! 🌧️ & 💬 - wanted to do 🔪 but you’d already answered (unless you’ve got more very creepy stories bc holy SHIT)

Hi Stelle and ty!

💬- what your last text message says?

boring work one. pov you are being groomed for a leadership role but the person training you is worse at managing the team than you are and you have to keep changing their plans for the day but you still have to technically run it by them before you do cause you're not actually in charge yet and also it's your day to sample in the labs because you're not actually team lead yet and you still have to do that, somehow:

"sorry to bug again - do you have your teams on? i sent an email but i think you're on lunch. anyway, robert doesn't know which rmas to do. i checked with rcv and none are processed so he's just standing around. i'm gonna have him do work orders instead. do you want me to do cottonseed oil? i have the time and no one needs my help inspecting."

(for the record she still said i shouldn't sample because it was only one day old but no one was able to get to it all week so then we were scrambling to get it done before it was late on thursday 🙄)

🌧️ answered here so I'll go ahead and give you one more 🔪 scary story :)

not as good as the last one (read that first for more house layout details), but when i was in highschool i lived with my grandmother for a time when my mom was homeless. my dad and all my cousins had moved out so i was alone upstairs and my aunt/uncle were empty nesters. some lay out details if it helps to paint the scene: my bedroom was the "front bedroom", it faced the street. Across the hall were the spare room at the end of the hall, and also the "middle" and "back" bedrooms, the latter being where my dad used to stay. it faced the back yard. these two rooms were a bit odd in that they were conjoined - an en suite left over from when the house used to be a hotel back in the 1800s. you had to walk through the middle bedroom to get to the back bedroom. both rooms were exceptionally creepy lol. the middle bedroom had vaulted ceilings and the only window was high up at the peak, wedged between the parallel pitched roofs of the main house and the addition. it rarely ever got direct light and even when it did it cast everything in weird slanted shadows. the whole room was also blue. old blue carpet, wallpapered all the way to the peak of the roof. blue. it was kinda pretty though cause on the rare occasion it got direct light, the dust motes up by the ceiling would get illuminated and it kinda looked like you were underwater :)

ANYWAY!

in the middle bedroom there was an exposed pipe that ran from the bathroom downstairs up to the roof. when my father still lived there, my grandmother would bang a hairbrush off of it if she needed him to come downstairs for any reason cause she had an old lady voice which didn't carry well.

there was one day i was just chilling in my room when i heard the pipe clanging like my grandmother needed me. this was odd because 1) she didn't usually have to call me to her as i was always checking in on her almost religiously and 2) she wasn't fucking home. no one was, in either house.

but i'm a good granddaughter and i mosey on through to the back bedroom to look out over the driveway to see if her car is back. it isn't. freaked out but A Big Tough Teenager That Ain't Afraid Of No Ghost, i go back to the pipe and rap my knuckles off it a few times.

damn thing clangs back at me, exact same rhythm.

now, i'm full on freaked out and not ashamed to admit it but also, if my grandmother comes home and i'm cowering upstairs like a little bitch while some robber hides in the bathroom for her i'm never gonna be able to live with myself so i grab the most intimidating object i can find from the spare room (a folding chair, lmaoooo. gues i thought i was gonna start a tlc match with a burglar???) and creep downstairs and do a quick sweep of the house, including checking both the cellar door and the door to my aunt's house are both latched from the inside. don't find anything. not even surprised about it, honestly. annoyed that i'd been successfully fucked with by a ghost though, i suddenly decide i'm some big dick rick and bang on the pipe again, this time from downstairs, just to fuck with it right back.

and upstairs, someone's heavy fucking footsteps start walking from the back bedroom through the middle bedroom with the exact same tread as my dad from years before. every exact same board creaking along the way, as if the house itself remembered the call and response and played it back to me. creepy as hell. definitely benevolent, but scared the piss out of me.

[polkadotzavala]

I don't know which blaseball team you're on so you can pick the characters but could you do 15 for the prompts?

HI!!!! im a mint!!! sorry this took like a week, i accidentally got a little carried away so heres 2k of OG mins lore (as i see it bc he minty way is that Everything Nice Is True

15: Things you said many miles apart

A collection of Interviews, taken in the weeks leading up to the Formation and Appearance of ILB Blaseball Team, The Kansas City Breath Mints. Found on VHS in a tote bag hidden in the office of Mr. M. Betmint, KCBM General Manager, digitized and filed during the Siesta by Mx. B. Monreal, Season 11 KCBM Interim General Manager.

 ---

 “SAY YOUR NAME FOR THE CAMERA.”

 “My name is Whit Steakknife, do you always yell like that?” Whit Steakknife cocks his serrated knife blade of a head to the side. His hands do not move from their folded position on the table. 

 “THIS IS MY NORMAL MANAGER VOICE.” Calls the voice standing behind the large camera tripod. 

 “Okay then Mr., uh, Betmint, was it?”

 “YES. I AM MAXIMUS BETMINT. I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS FOR YOU.” 

 “Ask away.”

 “HAVE YOU EVER PLAYED BLASEBALL BEFORE?”

 “A few neighborhood grabbag teams here and there, even met my second wife, Justice, playing blaseball.” He flashes his left hand, where a single rose gold band is visible. 

 “DO YOU PLAN ON PLAYING BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “In the league that’s forming? Maybe, if I get an offer to.”

 “IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “Absolutely.” Whit Steakknife smiles, and the interview is over. 

 ---

 The following VHS’s audio was significantly quieter than the rest and the video quality was lacking more than the others. Still regarded as adequate data. -BM

-  -  -

 “HELLO INTERVIEWEE. PLEASE SET DOWN YOUR BAT AND STATE YOUR NAME INTO THE CAMERA.”

 “So, you acknowledge that it is a bat.”

 “WHY WOULD IT NOT BE?”

 “Because you folks on this end of the pond do not seem to know what Clricket is.”

 “YOU’RE RIGHT, I DON’T. WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME WITH YOUR NAME INTO THE CAMERA?”

 “My name is Marquez Clark and I am a Clricket batter.”

 “DOES THAT MEAN YOU ALSO  KNOW HOW TO BE A BLASEBALL BATTER?”

 “I wager I could try.”

 “WOULD YOU JOIN A BLASEBALL TEAM?”

 “I do not see why not.”

 “FINALLY. IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “I do not know who he is but I would assume so.” Marquez Clark picks up his Clricket bat and leaves camera view, ending the interview.

---

 “PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME TO THE CAMERA.”

 The mime on camera does not say anything and simply hands a paper to the man behind the camera. 

 “GREY ALVARADO, MIME FOR HIRE.”

 The mime, Grey Alvarado, nods quietly. 

 “IS MIME BITS ALL YOU ARE HIRED FOR?”

 Grey smiles and shakes his head no. He mimes the action of using a pickaxe to mine, rocking a baby to sleep, and mixing something in a large bowl. 

 “HAVE YOU BEEN HIRED FOR BLASEBALL BEFORE?”  

 Grey nods yes and mimes tapping a blaseball bat on the batting plate and readying a swing.

 “WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO PLAY BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

Grey smiles wider, as if silently laughing, and mimes hitting a pitch with his mimed bat and then shields his eyes as if looking into the sunny distance to see how far the ball flew. 

 “IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 Grey strikes a pose and gives the camera a thumbs up, ending the interview. 

 ---

 “TELL THE CAMERA YOUR NAME PLEASE.”

 “My name is Eizabeth Guerra, it's right there on the catering invoice.” Eizabeth Guerra sits in a chair, arms folded over her baker’s apron. 

 “YES THANK YOU FOR THE MINTY DESSERTS, THE SPEARMINT WILL BE APPEASED.”

 “The spearmint will-, nevermind, I came here to bring you catered desserts, not answer an interview.”

 “IS AN INTERVIEW NOT PART OF THE CATERING PROCESS?”

 “Usually not, Mister Betmint.”

 “DO YOU EVER CATER BLASEBALL EVENTS OR GAMES?”

 “Occasionally.”

 “DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD ALLOW YOU TO HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE TO PLAY BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “What are you playing at Mr. Betmint?” She leans forward in her chair, getting closer to the camera. 

 “CAN’T TELL YOU.”

 “Alright then.”

 “DO YOU THINK THE COMMISSIONER IS DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “I’d assume so.” Eizabeth Guerra stands and tips her cap to the camera, the interview is over. 

 ---

 “TELL US YOUR NAME. THE CAMERA WANTS TO KNOW.”

 “Oh? You don’t know your own boyfriend’s name?”

 “ARE YOU MY BOYFRIEND?”

 “I might be, I might not be. I guess we’ll never know.”  They laugh a little.

 “YOU STILL HAVEN’T SAID YOUR NAME.”

 “My name is Boyfriend Monreal, ethereal boyfriend.” Boyfriend Monreal smirks and the eyes dotting their lengthy braid of hair blink in a slow cascading pattern. 

 “MX. MONREAL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT BLASEBALL IS?”

 “I’ve seen a few baseball players now and again, yes.”

 “WITH ALL OF THE EYES OR ON A DATE?”

 “Yes.”

 “HAVE YOU LEARNED HOW TO PLAY THE SPLORT AT ALL THROUGH THIS?”

 “Enough, and enough to know what you’re going to ask next.”

 “WHICH IS?”

 “Whether or not I could play Blaseball professionally, and the answer is yes, I will be.” 

 “DO YOU-”

 “Of course he is,” Boyfriend Monreal stands and winks with nearly all their eyes, “for now.” 

 ---

 The following footage, though perfectly intact on the VHS, did not translate well digitally. As such it is incomplete, and regarded as inaccurate data. -BM

-  -  -

 “CAMERA! TELL THE CAMERA YOUR NAME” Betmint sounds a little agitated and out of breath, as if the camera had not being working correctly. 

 “My name is Rodriguez Internet, and I am the Internet.” Rodriguez Internet bows a little, the ASCII Strings that make up his body shifting to create the movement.

 “DOES BEING THE INTERNET LET YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?”

 “There is way way too much to know, so I don’t know anything.”

 “DO YOU AT LEAST KNOW WHAT BLASEBALL IS?”

 “It’s a splort.”

 “CORRECT. CAN YOU PLAY IT?”

 “I’m down to learn it, yeah.”

 “DO-” The feed cuts out, the rest of Betmint’s sentence can be heard in bits an pieces, though nothing discernable enough to tell what he said. The feed returns at the end of his next question, “- A GREAT JOB?”

 “Yes, of course he is.” Rodrigeuz Internet tips his imaginary hat as he stands and walks away from the camera. The tape runs for about 30 seconds on an empty room before cutting out, the interview is over. 

 ---

 “THE CAMERA IS ROLLING. FEEL FREE TO SAY YOUR NAME AND MONOLOUGE AT IT.”

 “Thank you for the opportunity to do so Mr. Betmint.”

 “MY PLEASURE.”

 “My name is Dickerson Morse, PI. Before you start yelling again sir, I am not here to investigate you.” Dickerson Morse levies the camera a steady dead stare from under the brim of his fedora.

“PHEW.”

 “I am here to interview for whatever team it was you were advertising with this poorly made flyer. What are the qualifications I need?”

 “WELL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT BLASEBALL IS?”

 “I’ve done steak-outs at games before, back when I did larceny cases.”

 “DO YOU THINK YOU COULD PLAY IT PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “Technically I am a professional at everything, so, yes.”

 “GREAT. FINAL QUESTION. DO YOU THINK THE COMISSIONER IS DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “Yes.” Dickerson Morse crushes something small against the table, the video feed fills with smoke and he is gone. The interview is over.

 ---

 “SAY HELLO TO THE CAMERA. TELL IT YOUR NAME.” 

 “Hello, I am Hewitt Best.”

 “HELLO. DO YOU KNOW BLASEBALL?”

 “Yes, I do.

 “CAN YOU PLAY IT?”

 “Yes, I can.”

 “WOULD YOU PLAY IT PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “Would I get union benefits?”

 “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE BUT I THINK SO.”

 “Then yes, I would.”

 “IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “Certainly.” Hewitt Best smiles and simply walks away from the screen, the interview is over.

 ---

 The video on this tape is nearly indecipherable sue to angelic presence; however,  the audio is completely intact. Regarded as accurate data. - BM

-  -  -

 “I THINK IT WORKS NOW. HERE’S A CAMERA, PLEASE SAY YOUR NAME TO THE CAMERA.”

 “Eduardo Ingram, Seraph.” The bright spot that is the angelic form of Eduardo Ingram shines a bit brighter for a second. 

 “And leach ingram, lich.” The darker spot on the film that is the necrotic form of Leach Ingram flickers for a second.

 “DO YOU COME AS A PAIR?”

 “Well, no.”  Eddie laughs.

 “Can you blame a lich for wanting to spend time with her partner?” 

 “CONGRATS ON YOUR MARRIAGE.”

 “Thank you.” The two reply in unison.

 “HAVE EITHER OF YOU HEARD OF BLASEBALL?”

 “I have, yes.”

 “Where i can throw a ball in the direction of the plate he can hit it out of the park.” 

 “WOULD YOU BOTH PLAY PROFESSIONALLY IF GIVEN THE CHANCE?”

 The colors of the video shift for a second, as if the two are looking at each other. “Yes.” They both reply, curtly, in unison. 

 “THE COMMISSIONER. IS HE DOING A GREAT JOB.”

 “Yes.”

 “Absolutely.”

 The video flickers to pitch black before refocusing on the now empty office. Eduardo and Leach Ingram have left and their interview is over. 

 ---

 “SMILE FOR THE CAMERA AND TELL IT YOUR NAME.”

 “A good dentist never does his own teeth, so I'm afraid mine are a little shoddy.” He flashes a crooked smile.

“ARE YOU BOASTING DENTAL PROWESS, SIR?”

 “Well, of course, all the kids say Oscar Vaughn D.D.S is the best dentist in all of Kansas City.” Oscar Vaughn sits back a little in his chair. 

 “DO YOU DO DENTAL WORK ON ANY BLASEBALL PLAYERS?”

 “Occasionally.”

 “DO YOU KNOW HOW TO PLAY BLASEBALL?”

 “Oh, of course, I was quite the slugger in college.” He laughs, “Quite impressed my dear husband, too.” He smiles fondly. 

 “ARE YOU AT ALL INTERESTED IN PLAYING BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “Given I dust off my old gear and my old splorts bones, I think I could manage.” 

 “AND IS THE COMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “Forever and always.” Oscar Vaughn nods his head at the camera and the interview is over. 

 Note: The tape and digital upload of the tape both glitch and play this interview twice over instead of the one single time. No known reason as to why. Tapes are still valid information. -BM

 ---

 “TELL THE CAMERA YOUR NAME, BE ITS FRIEND.”

 “Does the camera have the sentience to make friends, Mr. Betmint?”

 “I DON’T KNOW. EXISTENTIALISM IS NOT MY STRONG SUIT.”

 “That’s fair.”

 “WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN.”

 “Axel Trololol and I’m going to become a car one day.” Axel Trololol beams a bright smile directly at the camera. 

 “OH, DO YOU KNOW ABOUT CYBERNETICS? I NEED MORE PEOPLE WHO KNOW ABOUT CYBERNETICS.”

 “I know my fair share, yes.” 

 “DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BLASEBALL?” 

 “Quite a bit, my sibling Stu has been playing for a few years and I’ve picked some of it up.”

 “WOULD YOU PLAY IT PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “In a heartbeat.” 

 “DO YOU THINK THE COMMISSIONER IS DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “The greatest job.” Axel Trololol smiles brightly and the interview is over. 

 ---

 “CAMERA IS GOING TELL IT YOUR NAME.”

 “My Name Is PolkaDot Patterson.” “My name is PolkaDot Zavala”

Call two similar, yet distinct, voices from where PolkaDot Patterson and their shadow, PolkaDot Zavala, are sitting. “WAIT ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?”

 “Yes And No, We Are Separate People And Separate Entities, Zavala Merely Is My Shadow. Therefore, She Is A Part Of Me But We Are Not The Same.”

 “I am them, and I am me, they are only them, and they are not not me.”

 “SO DO YOU DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY THE SAME?” 

 “Not Always, We Can Move As Separate People.”

 “I take naps when they do things quite often.” 

 “IF ONE OF YOU LEARNED A SPLORT COULD THE OTHER ONE DO IT AS WELL?”

 “Within Reason, Yes.”

 “I’ll just read the textbooks over their shoulder.”  Zavala giggles. 

 “DO EITHER OF YOU KNOW BLASEBALL?”

 “A Decent Amount, I’m Not As Good At It As I Would Like To Be, But, I Will Get There.”

 “I’ve sat in on a lesson or two, enough to know what’s goin’ on in a game.” 

 “WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

 “That Would Be Much Apreiciated Practice.”

 “I don’t really have anything better to do, plus it might be fun.”

 “OKAY. IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

 “Yes, Of Course.” PolkaDot Patterson stands and gives a half bow as they turn away from the camera.

 “Naturally, duh.” PolkaDot Zavala gives the other half of the bow as they follow Patterson out the door. The interview is over. 

[astrxlis-archive]

Hii Fox !!🥺This message may not be as bright as the usual since I am totally feeling unwell 😔;; i have just chosen to read your recent messages + reply to you :D I do hope you are sleeping well too?? It was afternoon in here when I was typing this. Around 5pm to be exact ✨ i think it's 5 or 6 am there so hopefully you're resting nicely.

I honestly don't mind the time spent in writing these messages because they are well spent at least~ 😂 About my meds, hm there's 3 new prescribed meds to me and the 2 are probably the cause of my dizziness yesterday(?) So i just took the 1 that is similar from what i was taking before. To answer your question, antidepressants and such meds will make you feel the side effects first around the week of your first intake to probably make your body get used to it!! (Maybe this stuff have been discussed in your classes too, i wonder 🤭🤔) I'm lowkey afraid to take the first 2 i mentioned since i really experienced dizziness that makes me unable to stand up and such 😰

I'll be sure to keep in mind about sending a request 🤭 i'm just pretty, pretty clueless about what kind of plot i should put in there ;;

Was also cracking up with your emoji demonstration of you holding your laughter,,, The intense inhale and exhale 😭😭 and let me tell you something: one time when our class attended mass at a local cathedral, i have this classmates that sit at my left side around 2-3 seats apart and they are tryna make each other laugh- and ofc since they're laughing i'm holding it IN so hard, especially at that part of the consecration at the Holy Eucharist where you all gotta kneel on both knees at the kneelers and position your hands at a praying/receiving position— i was totally doing the "😮💨😮💨😮💨" LIKE HEAVENS MY REPUTATION WOULD BE CRUMBLING TO DUST IMMEDIATELY IF I BURST OUT LAUGHING IN THE MIDST OF THE MASS. Totally one of the days i prayed so intensely like dear God don't let the demon inside me get out pls. 😭😰 My friend, which is closest to me by the left, was like 👁️👁️⁉️⁉️"U ok bro?" "Are u hyperventilating???" "Do you have asthma??" "Why are you breathing so loudly???????”..... I was holding on for my dear life inside the cathedral..... 😭😭😭

Also the "high praise omg omg 🙈🙈" i find it really?? Very cute??!?🥺 xD (in an adoration way rather than creepy way)— another one of the moments of just Fox being shy 👀 🤭

I'm actually feeling nice that you- 🥺 you😤 are v happy that im proud of u 🥰 🥳🎉 also so true about how weird the tags are in my previous message 🤭 the content is actually missing bc i haven't said much in that message so you don't also have smth to put @ tags! Since we're talking about tags, i actually very much appreciate your side comments???🥺 It was very nice and it invokes smth in me 😚 soo keep going with it im having fun reading those 🤭💞

Being an adult means lots of responsibilities, expectations and liabilities too— 💀 it kinda,, kinda be scarin me lowkey. Especially when befriending or being friends with minors too,,, I'm actually all fine with the asks for the story-length asks and casual stuff lmao 🥰 tho i'd prefer it to be @ dms if you have to talk abt something more personal or private w/ me- such as me helping you to reach out/ encouraging you 😂 or maybe you would like to ask for my thoughts about some fic drafts/ideas... Maybe brainrots are okay too if there are some,, 🤔✨ another one for the DMs is, let's say you'd like to surprise Dan with a gift 👀 and then you're comfy with talking about it with me 👌 since it have to be secret info in the first place. Asks are generally displayed for the public audience so i'm alright with dms if some info couldn't be disclosed publicly😚 basically more on planning stuff and info yet or should not be disclosed to the public!!

Also talking about stepping into adulthood or whatever it is called when you become 18— i basically have this friend who will be an adult this year and it's making me reflect a lot like i would have an adult friend close to me 🤔 i def can't take the information in like i'm still a minor til this year and they're gonna be an ADULT?? Like they are gonna be liable for crimes too,,, 😰 this is such a weird feeling ngl 😂😂

Ahaha,,, about me being a dry texter- this usually happens when me and the other party i'm chatting w/ isn't in the same vibes as i do?? Or it's simply just awkward... It's hard when the vibes of both parties clashes with each other or simply isn't just right. That's a sign that this certain person ain't someone meant for you (usually; this is taken in a generalized point of view). But maybe it'll be fun between us?? 😂 Idk,, i feel shy ngl (ฅωฅ♥)// how should i even talk to you 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Didn't realized I- made this ask quite long 💀 the reason why i put the "im feeling unwell 2day" @ the beginning is because i might ?? Just rant 😂 since yeah, apparently today's the deadline for the computation of the midterm grades and i'm totally f cked bc i have this... 10+ more... and i kinda sat down and apologized to the air + I'm feeling really bad from the side effects of the meds— 😔😔😔 so adieu my beloved grades </3 my parents love me too much even if i'm literally failing this semester bc i have to recover and i am struggling @ finals season too 😌 i havent done any thing yet. Just that one assignment i'm so happy that i completed 😤 and ahh, i saw your question asking abt my diagnosis- to put it simply the first meeting i was diagnosed w slight depression and the second meeting (this one i have mentioned!!) I've been diagnosed w inattentive adhd ( ･ิω･ิ ) i might as well just answer that question in here and so i did xD tho u could go check Ely's blog too since i have said a few things abt my condition there ?? :D i will take my time in replying to your previous (long) message ✨ i actually can't wait tbh?? But it will definitely be too long so— i gotta prepare for it.

Hope your day will go well!! 💞💞💞

— 🍰.

helloooo 🍰!!!!

addressing the request suggestion first: yep! i'm gonna do that later today when i get home from classes. thank you 💕💕 also if u could please check it to see if the link works when i do–

i actually got very little sleep 😮‍💨 if i didn't have class at 8am today i would've slept in. i was very tempted........ also, what are you feeling? is it the meds? 🥺🥺 i hope you feel better soon, but rest up ok???

ok, so... i'm not very good at pharmacology? but i've taken antidepressants before. and tried another med for my (correct) condition, so i know by experience those side effects. i hope they're temporary for you 🙏🙏

dude LFNDKSNAKNSKSNSKSNSKNSKSNSKSNS omg what IS it about churches and cathedrals?? i bet that if you couldn't hold it in there'd be an old lady (or more) to scold you right then and there 💀💀 good thing you managed tho dkdndksn also, is this the position??

i think me being shy is funny bc i'm a lot more open here than i am irl, so like– if it comes through this prominently i wonder what i look like to the people i interact with on the daily 👀🥲 also!! the tags are not stopping anytime soon, i'm glad you enjoy them 😂😂

dude, it does. but it also comes with a lot of freedoms!! so it balances out, i think. it all comes down to the head you have on your shoulders 😌 i'm more aware of this stuff now because of my past, too, so. feel free to just hmu man!! i'm pretty sure my dms are open 😂 idk if it makes you feel better about your friend, but from my friend group from high school i was the first to turn 18, so... i got teased a lot. istg on my birthday they told me "LOOK YOU CAN BE ARRESTED NOW" and i was like "please don't remind me i'm also now required to vOTE–". all in all it feels very weird 😂😂😂 please tease your friend a lot too 🤪

and omg that's so true. i guess it can make me a dry texter too? 🧐🧐 i don't force the whole ~vibing with another person~ thing, it's not worth it- but i guess ours is gonna be fun!! we have a nice conversation flow. and just say whatever is on your mind!! seriously don't think too much about it. just let me know you're you 😅

thank you for telling me!! i can't imagine what it's like to live with both depression and adhd, so good luck!! and please let me know if there's anything i can do to help you. i'm really grateful you have good parents who support you! 🥰 focus on recovering - school is literally always going to be there, and even if you don't pass now, you've focused on yourself and your health and there's nothing that compares to it!! 💕

i hope you're feeling better by the time you read this - take your time ok?? 💖💖