#this quarantine is killing me

[hana-bobo-finch]

“omg I have stuff to do today I need to get up why am I so tired”

the leif i absentmindedly doodled past 11pm because I suddenly found the airbrush tool to be Very fun:

[miodiodavinci]

(face in hands) (again) men will simply feel the walls closing in around them

[sanddollarpoems]

I feel it closing in

With every ping of my phone

Another friend wanting to talk

Or hang out

Or grab drinks

And I get it, this is what we do now

As a culture

This is how we "society"

But my introvert ass wants bed and a book

And I don't want to talk

Or be friends

Or exist

For a couple of months at least

God, I think I miss 2020

[charmac]

i saw you’re updating your 5+1 soon, yes? i’m so excited!!

It is in the works...I've had trouble siting down and putting my mind to anything for awhile but I am determined to lock in for this chapter...which is set during lockdown (haha, see what I did there?)

Well this is what you might call the pitch..or the write up, basically close to final form really:

No, I'm kidding. I do not remember writing the Covid makes you gay thing lol but it will be set in the early months of the Pandemic and kinda filling in the gap from the beginning of the lockdown to before the Election stuff covered in 2020:AYIR. I find that canon dynamic switch insanely interesting, and since this fic is trying to stay close to canon with the addition of *they've been fucking the entire goddamn time* it seems only logical to make those gay wannabe pop star cowboys get drunk on tequila and fuck it out.

I'm glad there are fans of this one out there! It's a lot of fun for me to try and write out their canon dynamic in this way and I've really been jonesing to write my own lockdown fic for awhile now, so as the ideas are bouncing around in my brain I will spew them out onto paper for anyone who's interested in reading

[anitalianfrie]

Me at sixteen core ahahahah (about to end it)

[feralglitch]

Louder Than Thunder by TDWP came back to me in a dream¹ and I just think it'd make a good backdrop against which to stage LL!Martyn's grief and subsequent caving in to the influence of the Watchers.

I imagine that the loss of Jimmy, Mumbo and the Southlands to Grian, would also throw him all the way back to Renchanting. His mind would be churning away at the happy endings that never were. The unfairness of it all!

Now there's no Jimmy, no Mumbo, no Red King and no Hand, and Martyn is owed better. He was forced to moved away but not without taking the frostbite with him. He built himself a new home, set it alight, and it offered him no comfort. If all it would take to see things back to proper place was to carve a prayer into the body of a brother —well. Would it really be such an unfair price to pay?

Unsheath your sword and have at him, soldier. Let the thunder roll.

¹ Dramatisation for commercial purposes.

[pochapal]

back in my "seething about being on sick leave" era again

[ambassadorquark]

kimiko is soooo cute ;__; she kind of reminds me of my other sad wet murderkitten girlie anne blacksails... i love unwell women

[theclearblue]

I have to go back to school on Monday when winter break feels like it lasted two days? Scam tbh

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Also I have literally never wanted to wander the shopping plaza as badly as I do now

[svnmouth]

I need one more big fuck off pillow and then my bed will be complete.

[vomitgarbage96]

[twilit-tragedy]

god fucking damn my life, bro. I find a couple of ants in my room and immediately freak out. I start feeling shit crawling on me and turn on a flashlight to go look for some hidden source, already hyperventilating. And then I remember I woke up late and didn't take my morning meds. Girl, we have a balcony and my mom keeps plants there. Calm the fuck down. You like having the window open. It's FINE. It's just ants.

Last weekend I skipped my morning meds two days in a row cuz I woke up late and I feared sertraline insomnia - which, yes, in hindsight was a bad idea - and on Sunday I had a full meltdown. Granted, also period-related, but god fucking damn it. I tore my whole room apart. I couldn't vacuum under my bed easily because of my desk's placement so I decided I was going to move furniture around and reorganize my room. On a Sunday afternoon, in the summer and with tendonitis. All cuz I saw some ants and couldn't verify with my own two eyes every corner of the room. And because I couldn't physically move the wardrobe and bookcase, I guess I took out my anxiety with the remaining furniture. And god fucking damn it, here I am again a week later.

I keep finding ants (3) running on my desk all of a sudden while I'm SITTING THERE and have no idea ("no idea") where they're coming from (engage the phone flashlight routine). I moved this bitch AWAY from the window and they're fucking HUNTING me or smth (it's 35ºC out, girl). I hate my life. And I hate that any suggestion of bugs makes me start feeling shit on my skin that isn't there. Dumb fucking brain. Anyway I need sleep and to take my sertraline asap or else.

[rabidseraphim]

i need a constant project or i’ll die

[thedevilsrain]

[qblester]

it is always fun when everyone starts Speaking vaguely of things happening because That thing could happen Infront of me and i Do not and Will not connect those Dots because noone has Like stated it.