#woke up again and my only thought is why

[littlemoondarling]

My brain is lowkey my biggest hater, if it had a twitter it would sent me death threats and graphic images 24/7

But it doesn't, so it just projects them onto my skull instead

[velvetwyrme]

HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY HELLO, ALSO I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND ART. YOU ARE SO GOOD AT IT LIKE ITS CRAZY. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY!!! GETS DRAGGED OFF STAGE BY GNOMES

hello hello!!!!! thank you so much ahrjfkdbsk 🥺🥺 im glad you're enjoying the stuff i make 💛!!

and i certainly will have a good day- this was a very lovely message to wake up to :]]!!! i hope you're having a good day too!

[aleki-lives-here]

[the-meme-monarch]

well that's the worst nightmare I've had in a while

[ronanlynchbf]

ugh like. WHATEVERRRRRRRRR

[roseworth]

one time like a year ago a giant hornet (?) got into my apartment and i managed to get it out the door but then an hour later it was somehow back in?? and i don’t even live in that apartment anymore but it haunts me to this day because i still don’t know how it got in either time and i never will

[obiwan-kenobabe]

I just had the most fucked up and horrific nightmare and I swear my brain was trying to pull me out of it because it kept getting worse but also I woke up in like three different beds in succession in my dream before waking up in real life. Horrifying.

[magpiesbones]

worst thing about being disabled is that now I am fully and completely aware of exactly how much I am worth to everyone I know. And it is not a lot!!

[discoreptile]

Beasties of Greenhollow soundtrack! Some tracks on this are from older projects like elphame but all of them have been reworked in some way. Most of them are entirely new. Enjoy!

[sunrise-on-the-shore]

why restrict yourself to have only 1 birthday when it's possible to fuck around and get yourself a few more!!!

today's one of my birthdays and i'm vibing. 🧡

[vogelmeister]

anyways i am feeling kinda brave today so im gonna share a potentially unpopular taylor swift hot take. when i was talking to my friend yesterday about ttpd i realised that i kinda have a similar problem with the anthology as i do with evermore.

like don't get me wrong, both have absolute gems (willow, tolerate it, long story short, gold rush and NBNC from evermore are great and i love the albatross, so high school, the prophecy black dog, manuscript etc) but i think both collections (bc anthology is not an album) suffer because they came out connected to a much superior more cohesive work, and both almost feel like rejects from the body of work that proceeded it.

[tariah23]

They’re calling my baby Gojo, Joseph Joestar now

[gramarye]

this is some lame ass linguistics major shit but considering how much i've had hammered in that language shapes your worldview (and i agree) i think why i've always felt personally Weird about english pronouns (and any gendered pronoun language but english particularly because obviously that's what I've had to use the most) is because both my native languages have gender neutral pronouns and i hate the thought of having to Pick One and have that define me, it doesn't feel natural (to me! in specific relation to me as a person!)

and i think when i was younger, like a teen, i was just frustrated with the idea of gendered pronouns in general, now i definitely understand why they're important for a lot of people and just like. the difference in culture and how you can't just Do Away With Them especially if you live in a place where gendered language is the norm and why it's important for identity to have people address you in a certain way. and in general you should just always respect peoples wishes Obviously

but i think that's why i genuinely feel like i just wanna be an Any Pronouns kinda person i think my brain just genuinely doesn't comprehend myself like that and i really don't care about it. like which one you use for me doesn't really matter because it is just A Pronoun to me because there is just one in both my native languages and so i don't really think myself of like that. does this make sense. like i really don't care if you use exclusively she/her or he/him or they/them or change them or literally whatever. its cool

[duodusk]

lol

[skylinebeemine]

I hate it when you’re watching a YouTube video about a topic you’re knowledgeable about and while you want to be encouraging about what this person did, they are only doing level 1 data research (rant in tags oops)

[nochepsicodelica]

You wake up from a nap that went on a little too long, only to see that Toji still isn't next to you in bed. It's dark already, and when you check the time on your phone, the screen reads 10:14. You see light underneath the bedroom door and get up, dragging the blanket along with you. When you open the door, there Toji is, sitting on the couch, watching TV with his hand in a bag of chips. You peek at him from the hallway entryway and watch as he puts another chip in his mouth.

"Hi," Toji says, not the slightest bit oblivious to your eyes on him. His gaze shifts to you and the big, puffy blanket you have draped around you. "How'd you sleep?"

You don't answer, but instead start making your way towards him, the blanket tailing behind you as it drags on the floor. Five more steps and you're right in front of him. Without a second thought, you're climbing onto his lap and making yourself comfortable. Your big blanket covers him, as well as his bag of chips, now, too.

"Still tired, mama?" Toji asks, when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You grunt, affirmatively, in response, tightening your arms around him. "That's how you answer, now?" He asks, chuckling when you grunt, again. "I'm rubbing off on you. You sound like a bear."

"Why didn't you come sleep with me?" You ask, your voice quiet from being underused.

"I went into the room to check on you and you were knocked out. Even got some cute pictures of you drooling, and you still didn't wake up."

You whine, annoyed at this revelation. "Not cute at all. It's like you don't even love me," you mumble, turning your face away from him, your cheek now positioned on his shoulder.

"Love you enough to keep an album full of these pictures."

"What? Toji." You briefly turn your attention back to him.

"There's eighty in there. Well, eighty-three, with the ones I got today."

You sigh, dramatically, and rest your cheek on his shoulder, again. "I have nothing more to say to you. Goodnight."

You can hear the smirk on Toji's face when he says, "'Night."

In the short amount of time that you slept on Toji, he was witness to yet another one of your dreams. He's been around for plenty of them. Some were nightmares, others just random dreams that made you jolt awake with a jump scare. He's even been around for the good ones that cause breathy renditions of his name to spill from your lips. This one was just weird.

Toji felt you stirring and watched as you nuzzled into his shoulder. He listened in on your nonsensical thoughts and grinned, amusedly, at the randomness. You sounded worried as you mumbled things about your eyes and how you wanted to keep them, and then something else about changing your mind and not being ready. He had no time to wonder what you weren't ready for, because you woke up and you looked scared.

You sit up on Toji's lap and blink a few times as you look around. "Toji, do my... my eyes?" You question, not finding offense in the way Toji looks like he's trying not to laugh. You're still very much concerned about your eyes.

"What about your eyes, ma?" He asks, his gaze darting after yours as you keep looking around.

"Do my eyes still work?" You ask, still panicking on the inside.

"I don't know. Do they?" he says, only further adding on to your fear. There's a small crease between your eyebrows, making you look conflicted. Your expression goes sad when you look away from Toji.

"Ma, wake up," Toji says, pinching your cheek a few times, while wearing a teasing grin on his face. "Look, if you're actually scared, we can check." You really need that confirmation, so you give Toji your full attention. "What's this?" He asks, tapping the scar that strikes his lips.

"Your handsome, sexy, all you can eat, full course meal of a scar," you mumble.

Toji deadpans and tilts his head, furthering his unamused expression. "Your eyes are fine."

"Test me, again. Pleaaaase?" You beg, giving him a soft smile and puppy eyes.

He sighs and gives in, no fight put up against you, whatsoever. "What color are my eyes?"

You hum as you lean in to examine the subject more closely before coming to your conclusion. "The most handsome bobansome, beautiful, crispy green apple, shade of green."

Toji scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. "See? Your eyes are fine. On that note, you're banned from sleeping on me."

You gasp, dramatically, as if he offended you. "Aren't you the one always manhandling me so that i'm sleeping on top of you? And during our afternoon naps, you put my leg over your hip. And when I try to get up, you--"

"Okay, you're not banned. Jeez." You outsmarted him and it shows through the way he subtly clenches his jaw. "If you like sleeping on me that much, just say so."

You narrow your eyes at him, before pushing off of his chest in an attempt to get off of him.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks, holding your hips down so that you can't move.

"Going back to the room," you say, trying to peel his hands off of you, to no avail. "I would like to sleep on our bed, now, Toji."

"Then, tell me that and I'll take you. What are you doing pawing at my hands, trying to get them off of you?" He takes one look at the involuntary lift of your lips and already knows what's going on. "Oh..." he chuckles. "You a grumpy little bear, now?"

"Don't talk to me," you grumble, huffing childishly and turning your attention away from him.

"Aren't you the one always calling, saying you just wanted to hear my voice while i'm working? And you get goosebumps all over when I talk directly into your ear. And when I don't--"

"Stooop," you whine, leaning forward and burying your face in the crook of his neck, again. Your arms wrap around his neck and your thighs squeeze his waist. "You're not fair," you mumble, into his warm skin.

"Yeah, i'm so cruel to you, huh, baby?" He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, a soft smile lingering on his lips when you hum out a little "mhm" in response. He moves his bag of chips aside and turns off the TV, before wrapping the blanket around you and tucking the excess away, so that he doesn't trip over it as he walks. With ease, he stands up from the couch and starts towards the bedroom, with his lump of a blanket clinging to him.