this account is SO fucking dramatic. 8 or 9 games above .500, best ERA in the league, and the team is almost unwatchable?? WHAT? dusty baker should be fired because the astros are having injury trouble they didn’t have last year and because the offense is in a slump in early june???? so what if the astros don’t win it again this year? if we don’t make it far in the playoffs? if the rangers are just unstoppable and we don’t make it at all?? Jesus its like they started watching baseball in october 2022
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I remember when I first introduced my friend to the ibvs lore and we got to the part where felix was introduced and the first thing this man says is “Holy shit he’s petty as hell”
Now imagine his face when I tell him that this bastard just performed a whole all ritual over a game of capture the flag.
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not to be Hashtag serious about anything because that goes against my principles but this was the first year since i was 18 that i didn’t take antidepressants at all and the first time since i was 16 that i didn’t attend regular therapy (or at least Think i Needed to attend regular therapy) and yeah i wouldnt say i had a Good mental health year but. But. thats a big step for me actually and one i am very pleased with. go me
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its so weird to read some of my old fics (do NOT do it but i'm just being hypothetical rn) and reading it. like who even was this person?? i completely was in a haze back in 2020. i literally was posting 3 chapters a day. A DAY. what in the WORLD was that shit.
anyway i remembered some STUPID sappy shit and i didnt remember if i'd put it into a fic or not BUT I FOUND IT.
She and Hope had been dating in secret for months anyway, and any attempt to go talk to Ryan only filed her disposition of displeasure upon knowing that she couldn’t tell anyone, Molly especially, it destroyed herself mentally. They couldn’t really go anywhere near the school, always having to lie to everyone about having projects together when Molly wasn’t around them.
It’d consisted with 9 PM - 2 AM intervals of being able to actually see each other. Hope would sneak through her small bedroom window with a portable record player and whatever she had gotten from the vintage record store downtown, and Amy would always fall asleep around eleven because of her internal clock.
She would always wake up to find a single sticky note stuck on the edge of her desk whenever she woke up to her alarm the next morning.
One of them, Amy still had tucked inside of her phone case, a heavily detailed human heart, with blue and red ink sketched onto a neon pink sticky note, there was a caption that headed the small paper reading the phrase over every now and again makes her almost melt every time.
“You have my heart.”
yeah idk why the fuck but i thought of this fucking idea again today and i was like "omg did i ever put that heart note thing in a fic???" yeah you fucking did.
all that to say ME AND WHO???? imagine. thats so fucking.... RAHHHH.
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all in all, despite the weather and the health issues that have kept me from my knitting machine for so long, i am very glad i got into flatbed machines rather than CSMs. CSMs are super cool! i love the vintage ones that are all metal, theyre super cool!! but 1. theyre super fucking expensive and 2. i cant even wear short row heels. they dont fit my foot anatomy at all.
got my flatbed at a fucking steal of a price altogether and i looooove making heel flap socks on it, now that i know how. they're honestly even easier on my spine to knit than short row heels were, but i think that was partially an elbow support problem. i might need to invest in a chair with armrests...
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