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▸   @spookynight   ⟶   ❛  “  Look at you! You’re spilling coffee.  ” // From Lack of Sleep Starters!. [ Gregory @ Tweek | Verse(s) of your choice. ]  ❜   ╱   (  lack of sleep , accepting .  )

      Tweek snapped to attention when Gregory’s tone shifted, and he blinked at the other for a moment before the coffeepot he was clutching in a shaking hand finally wormed its way into his consciousness.  Even then, he watched black-brown rivulets spill over the side of an overfilled mug and pool on the counter’s surface before the situation hit him in full.  He cried out, jammed the coffeepot back onto the warmer, and ripped the offending cup off the counter with both hands, his trembling launching more steaming liquid over the side of the teal ceramic and down his skeletal hands.

      “Sorry,” he murmured, but his eyes were already glazing over again.  “Sorry, s-sorry, I’m sorry…”  He repeated it like a mantra, like a funeral march, as he carried his mistake to the sink and poured it out.  His right hand, curled into a talon, raked at his ear’s cartilage, the closest he could get to slamming his ears shut entirely at the moment.  Customers didn’t like it when you looked like you wanted them to be quiet.

      6-8… 5-4… 9-3… 4-1… 3-7…

      Tweek bunched up paper towels in his fists and tipped his head all the way to the right, as if he could make the numbers spill out of it that way.  “Shut up,” he seethed in a whisper, molars grinding together.  “Shut up.”  God, what he wouldn’t give to have that crackpot DJ back on the air right about now—

      7-3… 7-2… 5-9…

      He saw a sticker or something like that one time that read: Your nearest numbers station could save your life.  There was only one problem—the only thing he knew about numbers stations was that they had something to do with nuclear warfare, and he had no idea how to interpret them.  “I don’t understand,” he whispered to the uncaring mechanical god now droning out: 7-0… 3-6…

      He tore his wad of paper towels in two separate halves, stomped back to the counter, his expression grave, and slammed one of the halves down on the slowly inching coffee puddle.  “I’m sorry,” he said again, half to Gregory now, trying to pull himself out of the numeric haze.  This was the part where one of his parents would make a quip about spilled coffee in a coffeehouse, either a cheekily self-deprecating comment about how it reflected poorly on them or a breezy remark about how it wasn’t a big deal because they had plenty more where that came from.  But Tweek was not nearly as customer-oriented as either of them, and he subsequently wasn’t supposed to work the front alone, but fate happened to shake out that way today.

      As much as he wanted to use it as an excuse—8-2… 4-4… 4-5… 9-5…—he had been given express orders to never bring up the radio with customers, no matter how distracting it was on any particular day, so he didn’t.  The spill rectified, Tweek tapped the counter and attempted to look up at Gregory, although his gaze landed somewhere over the other’s shoulder.  “Sorry, I’ll g-get you another one.”  His brow furrowed with concentration, and after finding the last fifteen minutes completely voided from his recollection, he sheepishly requested, “Wh-what did you order again?”

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot

You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

The math just adds up!

I heard someone call barbie disappointingly heterosexual and I've never disagreed with anything more strongly in my life

if you opened discord’s april fools day loot boxes how long did it take you to get all the items? it took my friend 18 boxes but me 65 and i want to see how bad my luck is

some more of these two

"what's the appeal of drag kings" because women are my favorite guy next question

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)

Percy, listening to this on the train

looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.

and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:

(ANERA donate link)

my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.

it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers