I gotta stop using this blog to interact with normal fan posts lmao
I could log into MykMose but the aesthetic on that is like, cottage core fantasy and so RBing some of my newer interest would be whiplash inducing.
Maybe I should just repurpose my original personal blog for my horror and Liminal Space stuff. But tbh I can hardly be assed to sign into MykMose. Would a third blog really be wise? XD
The other night I was having a dream where I was being chased/harassed by a scary little girl, or doll (??) around some kind of boutique that was arranged like a maze.
I got cornered in a shop stall that was just nothing but various types of doll of one particular anime character (not one we know, my mind made one up specifically for this dream ig) and as I was about to get wrecked, two of these guys showed up and I was like "shit I'm dead"
But no!
They were there to save me! 😭 🙏
Then the dream ended or something.
In 2012 I was OBSESSED with these. I had a fanfic and everything. They still are kinda hot but my infatuation has simmerd down
“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.
You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are
Im fine sharing my FOs but it most certainly is not like one big poly relationship 💀
people who share their f/o's need to stop acting like they're better than those of us who don't. non-sharers set boundaries for a reason and those boundaries deserve respect. sharers saying things like "teehee just think of it as one big poly relationship" doesn't help anything, either.
Hey selfshippers, interact with this post if it's okay to send you asks or interact with your posts about your f/os! I love seeing specific ship content for you guys along with general selfship imagines/content and wanna support and join in on the fun of community :)
i always feel a little bad about writing sad things about my f/o. like he has a tragic backstory and a looottt of stuff to explore and i often express love for characters by doing a lottt of character analysis, but it still makes me feel bad…i do love him so so much though !!
Yeah they didn't come dig up ground. Still no Internet.
I called TDS and ended up talking to a sales rep who forwarded me to Tech who forwarded me back to Sales who forwarded me to a specialist who never picked up because they're closed even though the robot voice said they're open Mon-Fri 7am till like 5 or whatever.
I called the local branch (??) (apparently the main TDS company is different from the local warehouse who also outsource their digging people)
He said he'd call back when he found out what the digging company has to say and it's been over 3 hours.
I might have to just suck it up and pay $100/mo for Spectrum. This is bogus.
The Internet guy came today and I won't get Internet til like, the 21st cuz they gotta dig up the ground
Imagine running your soapy hands through their hair, gently massaging the shampoo into their scalp. Hearing your f/o hum or sigh contently, eyes closed and a smile on their face.
And them do the same for you, gently scrubbing the day’s worries from your skin, rubbing away every tension. Just feeling your f/o’s presence right next to you, as well as the droplets rolling down your spines.
Maybe this is a moment where you can finally unwind. Where you can chat and fill each other in on how your days went. Or, maybe you both stay in silence. Both finding it comfortable without the urge to speak.