#im a bit dehydrated rn

[dailytunes6]

21.11.23 song of the day

great war by taylor swift <3

#this song makes me cry #like so much #im a bit dehydrated rn #just read the most devastating book #and it has made me sob harder than ive every sobbed #anywayyyyy #i made a playlist for it #its on my spotify #jillianlistens #song of the day #spotify #i <3 taylor swift

[sentientsky]

"I forgive you." It came out like a blood clot—like an artery dripping gore—like an oil spill. Crowley felt his shoulders rise, fall, fall, fall. The air between them hummed, the tension of six thousand years turning every atom electrified and silently screaming. Breath shuddered out of him, human and terrible and hollowing. He had never been more grateful for the swallowing darkness of his glasses, for the way they hid the centuries of pre-emptive grief and wicked terror. The air was suffocating, the once familiar bookshop turned catacomb.

And then, hating himself for it but seeing no other way forward, he spoke the words aloud. "Don't bother". And then he was out in the middle of Soho and the breeze was harsh against his too-warm skin. Stepping out into the sun felt like rising to the surface of some great ocean—the gasping, desperate feeling in his lungs, the sudden crash of noise. A woman across the street called for her wife. A car horn. A dog barking. Laughter, cruel and far-off. He pulled breath into lungs that didn't need it, winced as he felt slivers of cold drive into the soft flesh of his throat.

So that was it; five and a half million years of want and need and burning, aching somedays, cyphered pleas for "our side". All gone in the space between shaking half-breaths and a kiss still seared against his lips.

Fuck it.

He'd ruined it the first time, had forced them both to look directly into the sun, to face the thing they'd been dancing around for the better part of six millennia. He could do better—would do better. At a music café some years ago, a human had been playing the piano—something soft and slow. A jazz number, if the demon remembered correctly. But the remarkable thing wasn’t the song itself, but that they were playing it with their eyes closed. Aziraphale had pointed this fact out to Crowley, excitement lilting in his voice (even then, the sound had thrilled him, sent a stab of warmth through his heart). It was only after the final note reverberated through the room that the artist opened their eyes, blinking in the sudden rush of stage lights. Aziraphale, ever the music connoisseur, approached the musician. The pianist had explained that, for them, reading music never came easy. Rather, they learned by touch, by the way the keys felt on their fingertips. In fact, the only way they could play a song was with their eyes closed. If they watched their hands as they played or thought too hard about their next move, they got confused and tripped over the notes. Muscle memory, they’d said.  It was muscle memory—the galactic familiarity of finding the space between seconds and prying—that guided Crowley now. He hadn’t done it since Not-Armageddon, but it came easily to him just the same. Time, you see, operates kind of like sound, like music; it loops and sways and carries forward in waves. If you know where to look (as the demon did), you can disrupt the flow, send it back towards the shore. 

And this was what Crowley did now. Drawing his hands through the ripples of minutes and seconds and hours and millennia, time stilled around him. It was natural. Easy, like breathing or sleeping. Or loving Aziraphale.  Slowly, the world turned backwards; humans retreating from whence they came, cars driving in reverse, the wind blowing in the opposite direction. If Heaven had taken notice of their "half-a-miracle", Crowley expected them to be able to see this from every edge of the universe. He likely only had one shot at this.

The world aligned itself once more, and time returned to its regular, steady gait—a rubber band snapping back into place. Something hummed in Crowley’s chest. Something bright and burning and the shape of a neutron star.  Hands shaking, he reached for the handle of the bookshop and pushed. The bell above the door rang, clear and and too-loud in the morning air. Aziraphale whirled around, a trembling half-smile on his face. Oh. Oh, somebody, this was going to be harder than he thought. It felt like all the oxygen, all the courage, had been punched clear out of him "Crowley!" A beat, a shuddering breath. "Angel". He pressed his still-trembling hands into his pockets and strode forward. "Oh, Crowley, dear, I've been looking for you. I have excellent news." His stomach did a little flip, something deep within him growing hollow and fearful. "We have to talk," he managed to choke out around the heart still lodged in his throat. "Yes, I quite think we do. I have something to tell you." Aziraphale strode forward, all grins and beauty like a flickering star, all plasma and heat. He could practically feel the agitated warmth roll off of his angel. Crowley shivered. "I just met with the Meta—” "No. Wait," the demon held up a hand, pausing the rushing torrent of Aziraphale’s words. "Just let me say my thing, please." "My dear boy, just—oh, what is that lovely human expression—"

"Hold that thought," Crowley muttered. His eyes burned behind his glasses. Aziraphale looked pleasantly taken aback.

"Yes, how did you know? I—" "No." The angel's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No?" "No," he repeated, enunciating each letter with perfect clarity. He was going to do it right this time. He was going to keep him from leaving. He could be good. Right? "I’m gonna speak, and I want you to listen to me without interrupting, m'kay?" Words were building in the basin of his sternum now, pushing up on his airways. He was going to have to say it outright this time; no more waltzing around this frenzied galaxy of emotion. Willing his hands to steadiness, he pulled his glasses from his face, and tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Aziraphale's breath seemed to catch for a moment, meeting the ferocity of the demon's gaze head-on. A deer in headlights. And then, "Crowley, I really—" (Eons hurtled through his mind in a split second, the serrated knife's-edge of want like a being all its own. Aziraphale in the garden. Aziraphale in the tavern, on the cliffside, on the West End stage, in the Bentley, in the bookshop, in the very marrow of Crowley’s bones.) "I love you," he rasped, ichor writhing in his veins.

There, he'd said it., said it fully and completely, without so much as flinching. It was the same love he'd expressed for the past several thousand years in a million little, unspoken ways: an ox rib, a revolution, a church, a burning bookshop and the bottom of a glass and a lost best friend. A yellow Bentley, a lifetime of tethering his life to Aziraphale's, of trailing after him like a moth to flame—like a dog to its owner. "I love you," he pushed on. They were both looking directly into the sun again, Crowley urging them to stare straight into the heat of it all. The words were spilling out of him now, a heaving, thrashing current falling to the bookshop's hardwood floors. "I love you and you can't go to Heaven." Aziraphale froze, pupils blown wide and unblinking, for just a moment. Tension stretched out like a thread between them. And then he pulled in breath like a drowning man (who wasn't really a man at all), and tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes, and oh god, he'd made his angel cry. Fear and guilt and horror slammed into him at a million kilometers an hour and left him halfway between dizzy and nauseous. His fingers tensed at his side, desperate to do something, fix what he'd so obviously broken. Heaven would be on the front step any moment. It was too late, wasn't it? It was always too late. "Crowley—what?" Aziraphale breathed, mouth twisting into a brutal, terrible, heart-wrenching sob. Crowley ached, panic lancing through him like a knife. "I—I really, I can't. You could come with me." He stepped forward, moving to place his hands on the demon's shoulders. Crowley leaned into the touch, almost unconsciously. "Don't go," he croaked, tears beginning to prick his own eyes once again. This time he didn't reach for his glasses, didn't try to hide his fear. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. And then Aziraphale could hate him and his desperate, hungry, reverent love in the aftermath. "Don't go where I can't follow. Please".

His angels blue-grey eyes searched his own, and the weight of his gaze was impossibly heavy, pressing down on his chest like a river-smoothed rock. "Crowley, please. I don't understand. The Metatron said—" His palms found the sides of Crowley's throat, thumbs resting gently on the side of his jaw. Crowley sucked in a breath. "Angel," The scent of earl grey—of old books and soft tartan chairs. Aziraphale's hands were shaking. "I know what the Metatron said," he intoned, soft as rainfall. "You can't go. It's not—they won't change. You're better than that." "But you could be an angel. With me," he murmured, soft thumbs running across sharp cheekbones. "Be my second-in-command." "Don't want to be. Want t' be an us," he felt tears—traitorous, burning tears tip over the edge of his lashes and fall against his face. "Crowley, darling, please." A beat. "I love you." The bottom of the world dropped out from under him in that moment. Aziraphale loved him. He loved him and he'd said it aloud and now it was out there in the world and it was as though every nerve on his body was on fire. His angel pushed on, "Truly, I love you. I need you with me. Please, come with me. We can do good, I know it." He could never say no when his angel asked something of him. Especially not when his kind, gentle hands were holding him like something good, something precious. Especially not when Aziraphale had just admitted to needing him, had injected the word with so much warmth he thought his all-too-human heart might beat clear out of his chest. But there was a first (technically, second) time for everything. He drew in a heavy breath, and tilted his head, breaking his angel's hold on him. Aziraphale's hands—now empty, still shook. He made a soft whimpering sound, and Crowley ached to kiss his fingertips, banish the fear. But instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, to a God who was not there—who maybe had never been there at all. He felt the Heavenly Host drawing near, a sense of hollow emptiness, the scent of absence. This was the time of last-ditch efforts, of holding his heart out and hoping Aziraphale might take it as it was, bruised spots and all. "I can't. I won't. I need to be here, on Earth, with you." "Crowley, please. I don't think you understand what I'm offering you," he huffed. A residual shard of anger stabbed at him then, and he turned his gaze sharply back to the angel before him. "Oh, I understand perfectly well, angel. I'm fairly certain I understand better than you do." Aziraphale's mouth drew into a thin line, tears welling fresh in his eyes again. And still, Crowley ached. A beat. Something in the angel shifted, then, turned on its edge—the walls beginning to go up again, and it was just like it had been not fifteen minutes ago. He was watching the same moment play out over and over again; some cyclical, torrential nightmare. "I would like you to come with me, but," Aziraphale paused, voice breaking in the middle. "But I'm leaving, with or without you." And there it was, like it was predestined. Despite the love, despite the want, despite every shared bottle passed between them, every half-accidental touch and glance and whispered word—despite the way he would’ve let Aziraphale run a sword through his chest... It wasn't enough. It was never enough. They were re-enacting their old magic trick, right there in the bookshop, this time with Crowley staring down the barrel, letting Aziraphale pull the trigger. Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear. Aziraphale wasn't shooting past his ear. His bloody ribcage felt as though it might splinter apart. Wingbeats in the distance, a grief wide enough to drown the sea. Crowley reached down, pulled his sunglasses from their resting spot against his clavicle. And then the hunger in his eyes was once more hidden, and he was walking towards the door like a man headed to execution. "Crowley—" Aziraphale nearly keened, the wall crumbling for a split second. Without turning, Crowley said the only words he could think of. "I forgive you."

#did i steal some lines from one of my own fanfics??? yes. yes i did #because im tired and i don't want to come up with more metaphors for time warping rn. so hush <3 #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 300 WORDS LONG #FUCK I FUCKED UP IM DEHYDRATED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY WHAT THE FUCK #idek what this is i literally have not edited one tiny little bit of this. i just came up with everything as i went along so i apologize #ignore the fact that the dialogue/pacing/ideas diverge from canon shhhhhh im too tired to look at source material #ehhh dunno how i feel ab this but whatever here's something (???) #take a shot every time i say chest or heart or ache or tremble #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #crowley angst #final fifteen #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable divorce #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #gomens

[wowitsverycool]

sometimes i really vibe with disco elysiums brief moments of quiet apathetic misery that are distinctly intimate in the way they cradle you with melancholy’s ice cold hands. you almost want to savor the despair, pull it over you and be consumed by that awful, beautiful feeling of hopelessness. regret can taste so good. it’s a place other than the future, past, or present -- a realm of its own. time moves on, always ticking, travelling down one road forever, but here there is only sinking. to the depths of water you fall, the sound of rushing water so hypnotic and suffocating. a sensation in the back of your neck, the relaxing weight of resignation. as you’re anchored to the bottom, your mind detaches and floats to the surface. fine. you don’t need that here anyway. you don’t think, you only suffer. all that awaits you here is suffering. isnt it wonderful that you can predict everything here perfectly? there are no variables, just a buzzing in your chest aided by your concrete-filled lungs. it’s like they’re glowing. you once swam through your thoughts, but now you sink like a rock. she floats above it all, of course she does. she peers into the water and her reflection fragments in the waves. she can’t even see you. she would look away anyway. oh, beautiful, beautiful suffering, never leave me. all i have left is what you take from me.

that’s what it feels like to me anyway lol haha!!

#'omg harrier du bois is just like me fr' #<- words of a well adjusted happy person who doesn't have issues they need to work through #im having such a normal fucking time right now you don't even know #its 1:29 am right now i probably just need to sleep #the shivering i get when i stay up later affects my thought process a little i've noticed #'wow.. i feel like im floating through water rn.. thats so deep..' youre literally just tired and kind of dehydrated go to bed #or a vampire just bit you #but given how interesting your life usually is #its probably the former #disco elysium #why am i tagging this? because i thrive off regret did you not read the post

[effervescentdragon]

hello i come here inspired by the thing you just reblogged of sending asks and i wanted to know first and foremost how are you and if you’ve drank enough water today, and in that vein i wanted to ask what’s your favourite beverage?

i love youuuuuuuuuu

hello beloveeeeeedddd

i did NOT drink enough water, i just got reminded of that, im deffs dehydrated so imma chug some down now 😅 i forget to drink anything aside from coffee when im studying.

as for my fave drink, it's coffee and always has been. balkan has a deep cultural and social component to the coffee-relationship (this word order is awful but i cant rmbr the proper one now). i adorw coffee. i would put it intravenously if i could, in fact me and my med school commune devoted quite a lot of time to figuring out if it can be done. (it can't.)

(before i stopped drinking - whisky. i still miss it.)

LOVE YOU SOLCITO

#i think im a bit manic rn #probs the dehydration #solcito ☀️ #akira answers asks

[jessiescock]

Had to piss into a paper cup and it straight up looks like fanta orange in there. This is so embarrassing I'm going to get a bad grade in piss

#imean it's no surprise i guess im wildly dehydrated rn #plus my body is seemingly using up every available bit of moisture to fill me entire head with slimes and goos #they gave me carbonated water too :((

[moodywyrm]

hi !! sorry i havent been as active lately , skating a schools be absolutely kicking my ASS :( can we pls get a break this is horrible !!

n e ways , thinking about abs and how she would just let you sit on her lap and cry into her chest after a particularly rough day , just rubbing your back under the hoodie you are wearing ( hers obv ) and letting you cry it out until u fall asleep from exhaustion :( and maybe giving you lil sips of water from her waterbottle so you dont dehydrate or anything :( <33 crying rn

-🧸

hi teddy!!! it's totally fine dude, you have responsibilities!! im sorry shit's been so rough, I'm in the same boat and it is Brutal out here </3

and god that is on top of the hierarchy of needs, she'd be so comforting. she sees you come up to her, exhausted and on the verge of tears, and she immediately just tugs you into her lap, letting you slump into her chest and cry as long as you need to. it breaks her heart to hear you crying so hard, hearing the hiccups and the broken sentences you can barely manage to get out just so she knows why you're crying, but she knows you need to just let it out. both of her arms are under the hoodie, one wrapped around your waist and pressing you to her while the other rubs your back in soothing movements, trying to calm you down even a little bit. she keeps her cheek pressed to the top of your head, occasionally pressing a little kiss there, whispering little reassurances like "let it all out honey" "it's okay, I've got you" "cry as much as you need to, I'll be here the whole time, okay?"

eventually your tears stop and your sniffles slow down, and you're on the brink of unconsciousness in her lap, arms wrapped tight around her neck as she moves you both to lay down on the bed, keeping you pressed against her. let's you fall asleep on her chest, all cried out, already thinking about how she was gonna pull away from your arms long enough to grab water and Tylenol for the headache you would no doubt experience when you wake up :(

I'm sorry its so hard teddy :( i hope you can get a lil break or something nice today or tomorrow </3

#🧸 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

[forecast0ctopus]

how do you use references when you draw fanart or figure out how to draw irl characters?? it's just that i've been looking through your art and i feel like you ability to capture a character's idk essence, in vibes + appearence, are just unmatched! they're all so dynamic and like them i just <33

aaa thanks so much!! im glad to hear that since i honestly dont watch a ton of live action? i generally have done a lot more fanart for animated things so thats nice to hear haha anyways though!! i have far too many words that may or may not make sense to say so i'll put how i use references and figure out live action characters below

the main rule i like to keep in my head is that i am drawing the character, not the actor, if that makes sense?

this is all taking arthur as an example, to show what kinds of things i look for!! if i were talking about merlin any other live action character like. bobby briggs or something all the details would be super different haha a way i like to familiarize myself with a live action character at first is tracing which i must preface by saying TRACING ISNT BAD!! its a tool and it just needs to be used correctly. tracing is a great way to figure out a method to drawing things, so its really valuable in studying. im not gonna address using tracing in finished artwork rn bc thats where it gets a little dicey and i would talk about it too much.

i dont really need to do this for arthur anymore but it was a fun exercise lmao

sorry the images are so crunchy i always forget i work on small canvases, anyways in capturing a likeness i like to emphasize and exaggerate a little which features make the character most recognizable to me.

he's got a sharp nose which is bumped at the bridge and a little bit upturned at the bottom. when he's smiling his eyes crinkle a lot and his cheek muscle becomes more pronounced and connects into the corner of his mouth

very square jaw. his brows are thicker near the center and don't have much of an arch. his cheeks are hollowed with neutral expression and the muscles on the sides of his mouth (depressor anguli oris, if i remember correctly lol) are obvious when the corners of his mouth are downturned

the corners of his mouth fold in a lot when he bares his teeth if hes angry or agitated, its a different type of fold when hes relaxed or smiling

his masseter is rather pronounced when he's talking or agitated, and i usually connect the line of it to the line that goes down from the inner corner of his eye. i forget what the word for it is rn but its different from eyebags (though i do like to draw eyebags)

but none of these details work if whatever hes doing in the drawing isnt in character, yknow? like he could look like arthur but he wouldnt really feel like arthur if hes not acting like arthur. idk it s hard for me to put to words im sure u get what i mean enough

body shape and language are also super important to think about, these are some things i keep in mind with arthur - hes shredded but not like marvel movie dehydrated shredded (good for him) - hes very broad and his shoulders slope down because of his trapezius muscles - he takes up a lot of space! he hardly ever curls up or sits with his feet up in his chair. even when hes sleeping hes pretty sprawled out - his "closed off" body language is crossing his arms or raising his left hand to twist his index finger ring with his thumb (worried/thinking gesture) - he moves with a lot of purpose usually and isnt often clumsy (unlike merlin lmao) - he moves his shoulders a lot when he walks (see top left image)

honestly think body language is just as important as facial features if not more, for the purpose of creating personality and character

i probably sound like i think way too much about this stuff which i. i kind of do but not in so many words i dont need this many words when its all in my brain. but yeah thats how i figure out how to draw a live action character i guess? anyways this was kind of a mess haha

#ask #anon #i worry a lot about my art not reading correctly as the characters im drawing so its really good to hear that its somewhat working haha #long post #long fucking post!!! god. sorry about that #how i draw

[tropicalscream]

Tmi but

im annoyed:

im really high rn & low key doggy brain, and i really really need to.piss but my roommate won't get out of the bathroom and im getting frustrated & a bit uncomfortable physicallyim trying to distract myself but it's frustrating.

especially bc im always thirsty and dehydrated wen im high so its a vicious cycle snd i bwaaagh

[rianafying]

i’m having a really bad day emotionally. idk if it’s my period hormones or bpd but i’m just in a really sucky mood today. yesterday i recovered from one illness that i had since late jan. i’ve been desperately waiting to feel better and this morning i woke up with another kind of illness. and i’m doing my best to recover from this as well. and something triggered my abandonment response and im just having a really really hard time right now. and i can’t even freely talk about it to anyone or even write about it in my journal. i’m just. so sad right now. i’m not abandoned but i feel that way. i have been feeling abandoned for a while now and a small thing that happened last night really amped it up. then this morning i woke up with a crazy amount of physical pain and fever from said illness and im also severely dehydrated because i have been too upset to drink water so i’ve been forcing myself to drink lots of water all day. and had to take painkillers and sleep the fever off. all by myself. i hate being by myself. but it was worse when i was living with family back in bangladesh. somehow i felt even lonelier and more horrible there. lately i’ve had very little hope about myself and my future. i’m just going through a rough time mentally. so are my loved ones. i’m sobbing as i’m writing about this. this isn’t even bad. like it’s just my mental illness over reacting and my hormones possibly amplifying the negative emotions. but nothing terrible has actually happened it’s just that i wanted something and i can’t have it and even in my dreams, my desires plague me. it all sounds vague but that’s on purpose because i can’t openly talk about it. even when faced with much greater difficulty, i have handled things better but right now even though it’s not actually that bad, i feel exceptionally sad. i did my groceries. made the right decisions. i literally did my very fucking best today. and yet i feel nothing but awful awful awful. even some self hatred and self pity. i’m having a hard time trying to logic myself out of this one. maybe it just needs some time. the problem is that i don’t have all that much time to give. i have a class early tomorrow and it’s one of those classes that i really have to participate in and even though i normally look forward to this class, im dreading it right now. i dont have the energy to learn a whole bunch of things right now. and my friends invited me for drinks after classes, which is great but sucks because i literally have 5$ in my bank account to last me the whole week, and today was just monday. idk how this happened. actually i know exactly how this happened, i paid of my medical bills when i got paid this weekend. that’s why i have nothing left. but it’s a big relief. that i have paid off all my hospital debt. it’s a huge deal. and it’s done. now temporarily i’ll struggle a little but it’ll be okay soon. also it was just 11:11pm and i made a good wish. i’m going to try my best to bring it to fruition. rn im still a bit sick, and im not gonna beat myself up for having a bad couple of days. i know im doing my best. my best is not as good as other people’s but it’s mine. and i am choosing to go easy on myself. i’m feeling a fever coming back. the plan for the rest of the night is to maybe rest till my fever goes away. then watch the movies i downloaded w the library wifi, because guess what, i didn’t have money to get wifi this month. so i barely use my data and i try to download as much as i can at uni and at the library. it has been kind of good for me. to be off the internet mostly. this reminds me i should deactivate my instagram soon. idc if i loose my work flow. or maybe try to find balance between life offline and online. after i’m done resting and my fever subsides, ill boil some eggs and what not. i deserve to eat well. nvm im back to crying in my fetal position. oh god i feel so bad. i feel so bad right now. i can’t do anything about this. and the things that i can fix, i don’t. this is literally my life. crying about things i can’t control and ignoring the things i can control

this is the worst i have felt in 2024 so far. i’m so sad that it’s giving me a headache. i’m so disoriented and confused and tired and sad i don’t wanna do anything. i’m depressed as fuck. why does this happen to me. oh god i let a couple of hours pass, and i’m doing a little bit better. this is so stupid.

#personal #journal entry

[wndaswife]

lowkey she want me like im not even gonna lie maybe it’s the 30° degrees celsius no ac in my unit only a fan going that’s been getting to me but when i texted her a few minutes ago that i watched peaky blinders like she suggested literally that minute she replied saying she was just about to text asking how my weekend was and if i am ready for classes to start tomorrow

teeeheheheheheheh

like does it not say something that someone who is always so busy thinks so frequently of someone my age just to ask how my weekend was….. i wanna kiss her so bad when she comes to see me

im either on the brink of heat stroke and a bit dehydrated or kind of cooking

or actually all of the above it’s so hot rn

#rae rambles

[pluviacuratio-a]

♣ I'm unsure if I'll be available today. Possibly tomorrow. I don't know what activity is gonna be like for a bit.

Hospital and medical mention under the cut.

I just got a text from my uncle saying my grandma (my only living grandparent) is in the hospital with congestive heart failure. She's had a lot of issues with her health in the past year. She had a stroke in February last year and has been in and out of the hospital with issues with dehydration, utis, mini strokes, and all sorts of other things since then. There was one instance where we really thought we were going to lose her.

She's an older lady, in her mid 80s, so it isn't as if she's particularly young and she's loved a full life but...

I don't know what to do or how to feel. I don't know what I'll do if I lose her.

Im not okay right now. If I do end up writing it'll be fluffy cute things. I can't handle confrontational or angsty threads rn.

#♣ out of rain (ooc) #hospital mention #medical issues mention #death mention

[spiked-mall-goth]

ummmmm guys. i have had a day let me tell you. super long diary like entry lol

i had to get up early to go see my papa and help him move some furniture, and although i was running on a total of 2 1/2 hours of sleep i was excited. he lives out in the city and its about an hour and a half drive but the highway is completely surrounded by trees so that was a fun ride. listened to lots of music and talked about barbies with my dad. we counted 21 total yard sales on the trip.

got home and ate lunch after unloading some beds. my papa wanted some old twin beds out of his house so we took them home. i have a new mattress now!! which hopefully means far less daily back pain!!

after lunch we decided to go to a few of the yard sales we passed by. and let me tell you i got a HAUL. i got a pair of really nice pajama pants that have little skulls on them, then at the next one they had SO MUCH STUFF!!! like guys.. i got a sweater for 25 cents.. GUYS. i got a little black sweater, a flowy black summer top, a fucking black velvet CAPELET, and the most gorgeous black 80s prom dress; although sadly it does not zip and needs alterations but its WORTH IT!!! it has really big poof sleeves and a massive flower sash omg guys its AWSOME. at the same place i also got a little fake ivy for my kitchen :D it desperately needed a little life, a big ass puzzle to work on with my brothers, and they had MOUNDS of vhs tapes... for FREE. soooo uh yeah. may or may not have come home with like twenty new tapes. oh yeah did i metion that i only paid like a total of six dollars so far?? i made out like a Bandit. final yard sale and the woman was like 'uhhhh $1.25.'. so for a $1.25 i got a peanuts drinking glass (i think from mcdonalds..), the entirety of firefly on dvd, and a ceramic angel. normally i do not go for religious imagery in my decor, but. it was like 102F.. i hadnt slept since my two hour night.. i was severely dehydrated.. heat exhaustion was setting in a little bit.. and i dunno, she just called to me. she reminded me of laura palmer.

okay, so i get home and unload all my of goodies, then i start cleaning my room. i have to disassemble my old bed frame and clean under my bed and shit. i already have a pounding headache at this point but i have schedule to keep. beds gotta be moved b4 tmrrw. so i am FIGHTING trying to get the frame apart, i'm all sweaty and gross and i finally get it!! :D i feel some stuff falling over behind me and b4 i can even look up i get whacked right upside my head loony tunes style with a huge metal beam :( i start feeling kinda funny and i vaguely remember talking to my brother who told me to lie down. i pass out cold and hard on the couch for about an hour. vague memories of seeing something in the room with me. not really important i just think you should know.

wake up to my brothers shaking me to make sure i havent DIED. i lived! yayyy!! ate dinner, and then it was time. i have been looking at this online auction for over a week now and it was ending in a matter of minutes. i did when some some stuff! i got the directors cut of JTHM, revenge of the filler rabbit, and some other comic which i cannot remember rn.. but anyways it was 5 bucks! and then i bought a snoopy wallet for a few dollars. although i did miss out on a clear phone.. so sad. but overall i had a very good shopping day today idk why. everything just like fell into my lap at affordable prices... like wow..

after the auction i still had not moved my new bend in (ya know.. bonk on da head) so i fight forever to get it put together. but yippeee!!! its al here! and i was given a new blanket to put on it which is very soft :3

anyways now im here after showing and watching x files for a bit.

if you read all of that.... wow. ily <3. i normally dont like to just like info dump about my irl daily stuff, but today was just so like action packed it was kinda bonkers. anyways i have to go to bed bc i have more stuff going on tmrrw.... and i honestly might just cancel them.. i am TIRED.

#spikes rambles #sorry. loooooooonnnnggg ass post lol #but just so much HAPPENED

[ashtraysystem]

me: *yawwwnnn* man im really sleepy. i should go to sleep.

*gets ready for bed and curls up all nice and cozy* there we go all nice and cozy and sleepy and-

my brain: hey remember that graphic novel you saw at the library earlier and could put down so you checked it out? you should read some of it rn!!!

me: hnn okay fine just a little bit

*20 minutes later*

me: okay brain im really tired can we stop reading this now?

brain: yea its getting kinda boring and its long so we cant read it all tonight anyway.

me: okay cool. goodnight brain

brain: gn. ...OH HEY WAIT

me: aaa what

brain: we totally have to read that fic we started earlier

me: nooooooooo 😭😭😭 i wanna sleeeeep

my intestines: hey guys sorry to interupt but

me and brain: uGHHH

body: oh hey while ur at it can you get some water? im dehydrated lol

me and brain: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

me and brain, now that im tiredly awake: *reads fanfic*

#me and my body man #this aint even the worst of it tbh

[dip-the-stick]

Seven. Fourteen. Twenty6

7: what do u look for first at an aquarium?

shark ive never seen one bigger than a guitar shark i want to see a shark irl so bad oh my goddddd. but aside from that i think sea urchins are cool

14: do you think you're dehydrated?

oh desperately. actually imma fill up my water bottle rn i almost never drink water its bad

26: how's ur spice tolerance?

bad its real bad my mom never made very spicy food so at this point i can even handle hot cheetos but im tryna get better bit by bit. i no longer thing orange chicken from panda express is spicy but they might've just changed their recipe tbh

#rlly gave up on spelling the numbers out towards the end there huh bud #also like. what are expecting with the aquarium question bro as if the first thing anyone knows abt me isnt that i like sharks a whole lot #asks #izzy!!

[crymeariveronceagain]

d, f, g

d - drink you last had

I just chugged a bunch of water because im about to go to bed and this is HOW WE FIGHT DEHYDRATION, RIGHT? We drink a lot of water at the end of the day to cope with how little we drank throughout? this is normal and fine.

All joking aside the last interesting drink I had was my first ever Boba Tea at an authentic Boba Shop that my sister was determined to take me to. I had some sort of Brown Sugar Milk Tea with brown sugar tapioca boba, and I really enjoyed it. It was so good. I wanted to get another one, but I am, sadly, broke af rn.

f - favorite song

VERY off brand for me, right now, but I guess I'm currently really enjoying Sean Paul's "Get Busy". It's very much a dancing song, and it's not one I would listen to unless my dad and mom had both introduced it to me, but they did, back when I was a very small child, and they reminded me of it over the holiday, and now. It's just. There. Playing on repeat in my head. Lmao.

g - ghosts, are they real

uh yeah 100%. Not because I've ever seen one that I've been able to confirm was a ghost and not a demon, but on account of how I believe in the immortality of souls. If that's the case, and the spiritual world is real, how in the world could I not believe that souls could get stuck in the world they grew too attached to? However, I am deeply and completely unafraid of ghosts. They're not going to hurt me, just weird me out a bit, if I ever encounter one, and if it tries to scare me, I'm dealing with something very dangerously different than a ghost. I'm not afraid of dark forces, either, but I'm especially not afraid of ghosts. What're they gonna do? Kill me? That's just plain old awkward for 'em, when we're both chilling in the afterlife. Also, I firmly believe that ghosts need help, so why hurting me would do nothing to help them achieve their goal of receiving help.

Also, my best friend has seen a ghost. Messed with her phone a bunch, opening apps and playing songs she didn't pick. She prayed for the repose of the soul of the ghost, and it stopped.

So yeah. Ghosts are real.

#ask game #thanks for the ask! #personal #not fandom content

[lolalovesu]

HELLO for the ask thing!!! 14 and 18 <3

14. do you think you're dehydrated?

haha no i carry a water bottle with me most of the time!! it's pastel pink with bananas on it! also i'm drinking tea rn. tastes like apple pie

18. your boba/tea order?

oof i don't like bits in stuff so no boba for me personally. but i do love peppermint tea if it's with real peppermint leaves! but i love anything fruity <3

thank you so much for the ask max im lov u xoxo

#juicywizards #max my friend max #ask game