i have such strong feelings about my moots but not in the bad way. like in the “i love talking to you so much i could cry” way

I have a flash of my main 1940sish period human!AU in my mind - Alonzo working with Plato during the afternoon just post Macavity, and it's mechanic work so they're in a garage, and Alonzo tossing a rag at Plato's face because he's distracted *again* thinking about this girl he saw ducking into a Cafe down the street with her pearl necklace and white hat.

Still thinking about the conversation I had with my roommate’s bf like two weeks ago where he said he was scared of furries but also didn’t even know enough about furries to know they were called furries I had to figure out wtf he was talking about. The urge to become a full blown furry now. Despite having all the makings of a furry I for some reason have never ended up enthusiastically becoming one despite my best efforts. Well. With spite as my motivator here we are. Where are the furry artists, I’m commissioning both my tentative ideas for my fursonas. I’m inviting all my friends who are furries over and we’re gonna work on making fursuits. I will also make this a hostile living situation for you AND I will get the added bonus of doing fun furry stuff

*taps mic* While the number of eroi Yandere Gojo in this hellsite is super interesting, Yandere Gojo who actually cools off in the presence of his Darling tho. Who doesn't need to prove that Gojo Satoru is anything and just basks like a cat in the presence of his Darling, making noncommital sounds like "Uh-huh," "Yup," "Huh," while listening to them talk about this or that, and makes sure to coincidentally encounter his Darling when they're out shopping for meal ingredients--oh look, only one pack of eggs per person? Lucky~! Sato-tan is here to help you get that second pack so you don't have to run back tomorrow again!

Oh, you slipped and twisted your ankle? Aww, poor you. How about Sato-tan carry you up the stairs? Eh? Elevator? Oh, it's under maintenance for the week! How unlucky. You can pay him back in homemade bento with a bonito-flake heart! (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)

Going out during the height of the heatwave to return an almost-late library book? No biggie! Sato-tan pulls up in a wholeass Maserati Spyder that's so out of place in the neighborhood and has u wondering "How did this dumbass not get his car stolen by the local hooligans yet?" (Answer: he's in cahoots w the Yakuza, and I absolutely HC that Juju Society higher-ups have connections with criminal underground and political underbelly bc of the nature of their work)

(The gradual merging of his mundane life with yours is something you won't even notice. Sure, you might dally with some mortal flies here and there, but Satoru's fine with that.

He's a God: and Gods are nothing if not patient.)

@immortalled

Being an Android, Connor did not in fact keep sandwich ingredients ready for the making, in his kitchen. The space had been made use of between Connor's pinboard, for cases (currently clear; he had not brought that work home with him this week, yet), and art supplies tucked away in the cupboards which themselves were filled with Connor's stickynotes he'd left around for his boyfriend, small notes Markus had decided needed to be kept because, he said, he "thought they were sweet."

So they, as a couple, did not have sandwich ingredients and they, as a couple, did not tend to tell people where they lived in general, and they - as a couple who lived in a fourth-floor apartment - were not aptly placed for foot-traffic criminals.

Nathan Young was (he noted, with a properly annoyed flash of his LED, vibrant yellow), wearing shoes in their apartment. Shoes which had just been through the gardens earlier today.

"Nathan," the first name, was what he settled on, once his keys were down and his own shoes were off, "this isn't somewhere you can be." This space was, flatly, out of bounds for him. "You should leave."

can't tell if my neighbor and i are flirting right now. if we are, we're doing a pretty bad job of it. part of that is probably that i keep reading over what i'm writing and going oh no, that sounds flirty! delete.

it’s probably been since high school the last time I really scrubbed through memories like this to find (insane) proof that my crush likes me back. and this crush is a 50 y/o man. and my professor.

honestly people in this country have not heard of the saying the more the merrier, and have not figured out what it means to be hospitable yet

God, my aunt's been here for less than 24 hours and the smell of nicotine smoke is already unbearable, my hair smells of cigarttes and I literally washed it yesterday I hate this. She won't even go to balcony to smoke, when I asked her she just said how this was her brother's therefore her own house so she could do whatever she wanted, and my dad agreed. I am literally choking in my own house. Thankfully I keep my door closed all the time, my mom literally comes here for a breather.

I wish I were still young enough to go trick or treating

this is also just partially because i got rsd this afternoon from the guy im seeing but also im right and i should get to kill

honestly: shout out to getting older??

reflecting today on how much more self-confidence and self-worth I have even since, like, 6 years ago. I don’t know if it’s aging in and of itself, or some combination of aging/maturing + better mental health management + having been on my own for a long time, but like...22yo me was terrified that everyone secretly disliked her at all times and was so concerned about what other people thought, and 28yo me truly does not care because I know I’m pretty fucking great, and I’m happy with myself, so what does it matter what anyone else thinks of me?

(don’t worry, I know 28 is still young - this isn’t about me thinking that I am now old, but about how nice it is to realize that this positive thing has happened as I have gotten older. can’t wait to see how many fewer fucks I give in another 6 years!)

who the fuck goes to their kid's apartment and just fucking makes themself at home and INVITES OTHER FUCKING PEOPLE OVER??? WHILE SAID KID AND HIS WIFE ARE ON THEIR HONEYMOON??? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM

my parents had my sisters hebrew teacher over and i let her into the garage and one: she genuinely asked if my name was bagel. and then when I went up stairs to tell my stepdad she was there he was like 'something you should know about her is that shes the most dominant woman. like she dominates especially men, shes so-' and i genuinely dont know how long he would have done that for because i was like 'no' and walked the fuck away.

When I go home after work and immediately do one chore I feel unstoppable. Yes I do lie in bed for hours after that one single task, but it's not the same. It's better.

well. my roommate of 5 years is moving out!