you go to medical anomaly museums out of morbid curiosity and to test your squeamishness, i go to medical anomaly museums to have a profound feeling of empathy and connection to my fellow human being across time and medical science. we are not the same.
yall need to make sure i dont fuck up my last yr at uni bc i need to graduate with like allegedly first class honours but i'll really take just graduating ok thanks!
I get the racy one night stand to the tender lovemaking pipeline . I'm all here for it. I like seeing Sky being loved and cradled and cherished.
But i want Prapai to utterly ruin Sky.
Even now , Sky has his inhibitions up. Some have fallen down ( due to both Prapai's pushy efforts and Sky daring to hope that Pai isn't an asshole) , but they still don't*know* each other fully yet.
Sky doesn't understand that Prapai is in it for the long game . He , at most , thinks Prapai wants to date him for sometime decently , albeit casually ,but he's falling more and more.
Prapai thinks he has Sky for now , but he's got to prove himself , work harder inorder to fully earn his love and more importantly, his unwavering trust. He sees this as a first of many wins he has to achieve in this relationship.
Both of them are underestimating the depth of the other one's feelings.
But one day , in the not so distant future , both will be on the same page. They both will understand fully that the other won't leave anymore.
They will fight , fights will get worse , get better. They both will hurt , and then come together after apologising to each other. Then they will fight again. And miss each other again.
Till they crash and burn together for Prapai to be like ' I won't hold back anymore.' and Sky to be like ' I want all of you. '
What Prapai does though , is take all of Sky , leave his entire body painted with signs of his desire , his lips puffed up red with blood and eyes tearing up with pleasure , then take one good look at Sky's pleading face for more , dive in again for a second , third and fourth time.
Because when the wind and sky meet on a hot day , thunderstorms results . It won't be tender , and it won't be one downpour .
Daisytoe is supportive of Goosefeather being trans she just doesn’t understand… so when she walks up to him after he transitions it goes something like:
“Now don’t go getting any she-cats pregnant, you’re still a medicine cat”
“Mom—“
“Im so proud of you my handsome son….”
“Mom..”
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t have duties to tend to, you’re a young tom now and no she-cat sh—“
“Mom why are you thinking like that, that’s not even possible..”
I am honest to God not even joking when I say this but the usernames we came up with as kids were the best ones we'll ever think of.
Like yeah sure, I've come up with some bangin' usernames when I was a teenager, but very rarely now do I have a spark of pure creation that I'm completely satisfied with when it comes to usernames.
I mean hell, my Club Penguin user name when I was 11 was pinkat. Wanna know what I named my current penguin in Club Penguin Journey? Pinkat. There's nothing better than the original name. My child brain had much more imagination and will than my brain does now.
I have a ritual when things begin to get bad.
When the nights are too long
And food too stale to eat.
I think of the people I love.
Friends,
Family,
Lovers,
Mentors.
I think of the way they have affected my life.
How they loved me, saved me,
Hurt me.
And it put them
In one of two boxes.
The first is quite large.
The cardboard is stained from its long years of use.
Sharp corners now sunken in, hunched over like an aching back.
Spine straining under the pressure of fitting so many within its walls.
This box fits the survivors.
Those in my life who could march forward,
If something were to happen to me.
Whatever my fate may be.
An untimely demise.
Or a sudden vanishing in the dead of night.
No note.
No closure.
Just absence.
I know in my heart, they will march on.
My brothers stand at the perimeter of their papered prison.
Gripping its flimsy edge with whitened knuckles and unshed tears.
They’re hurt. Enraged and heartbroken by their placement.
But also strong.
Unyielding.
They understand why they stand at it’s edge.
The second box is smaller.
Half the size of its predecessor, it seats neatly on the floor.
A soft stream of satin lines its walls.
Fabric pristine and untouched.
Save for a single pair of hands,
That folded in her lap.
My mother is alone in this box.
She ties bows into its velvet ribbons with care.
Whispering words of adoration and praise to each corner.
And rests her head on the silken ground when she sleeps.
I think of this box when my chest begins to tighten and hands begin to shake.
How its soft satin walls would be stained with her tears.
The pillowed floor torn to shreds under her grieving fingers
Her screams would echoe along its walls, bouncing in a tragic choir that only a mother can sing,
When her daughter is gone.
Each day I think of each box.
One large and one small.
One strong and one weak.
But each loved just the same.
I think of these two boxes,
And chose to live another day.
Also wrt last post if emunene were both men I guarantee u ppl would be all over that but instead they’re either accessories to ruikasa or just flat out ignored. Why do u guys hate gamer girls.
Hey but like. Remember how I was gonna write a self-insert Good Omens fic and just fucking. Didn't.? Well. Maybe I'll actually write it now instead of keeping it in my head.
Two other kids in my grade had the same first AND middle name as me. I started going exclusively by my last name because I never met anyone with the same last name who wasn't related to me.
DAMN HE REALLY CAME FOR MY NECK WITH THIS ONE STRAIGHT TO THE JUGULAR
I feel personally called out😭😭😭😭😭 and the funny thing is my sister sent me this video and like… the way that my caramel machiato ass went bright fuckin red from pure embarrassment. I felt seen in the the worst way
I couldn’t open the link in tiktok for some fuckin reason when i tried screen recording so… yeah