#11/12/2023

[ahalliance]

some notable moments from the qsmp meta talk antoine, étoiles, baghera and co had yesterday, including the stuff i mentioned in this post <3 subtitles in eng, transcript in eng below the cut as well (I apologize for the bad video quality my wifi hates me)

[Video Transcript:

[First clip begins]

Etoiles: I’m— I’m gonna go on QSMP, I think

ZeratoR: (laughs) This really made him want to play Minecraft

Baghera: Ohh, lucky, I miss it

Etoiles: But— you still can’t come back?

Antoine: Well, technically, she could come back, but I don’t think it’s as simple as that

Baghera: (pained) Not as simple as that….

ZeratoR: What are you waiting for?

Etoiles: It’s Lost, it’s Lost

Antoine: Well, her character is dead in game

ZeratoR: Ahhh… but isn’t there a way to— to— a gimmick?

Antoine: No but don’t worry, there’ll probably be a gimmick (laughs) there’ll probably be a gimmick, don’t worry

Baghera: Don’t worry, don’t worry—

Antoine: No, she’s banned from the server! She’s banned from the server, it’s over

ZeratoR: Sucks! How did you die?

Antoine: Nuclear explosion

Baghera: Nuclear— yeah, nuclear explosion

ZeratoR: Ah yeah indeed you’re dead

Etoiles: That should have technically killed everyone—

Antoine: I hadn’t been there for a long time!

Etoiles: Well, I wasn’t there either— oh, well, you (laughs) you—

Antoine: I was elsewhere, I was elsewhere, dude

Etoiles: What a fraud you are (laughs)

ZeratoR: Where were you?

Antoine: I was elsewhere— somewhere else, I can’t say, it’s my lore, dude (laughs)

Etoiles: It’s his lore!

Antoine: I can’t say, dude, it’s my lore, dude

Étoiles: Antoine’s lore—

Baghera: Oh wow, you played around with that? Damn, I didn’t even see

ZeratoR: Basically he was glued to the bomb but well played to him

Etoiles: The lore in question (laughs)

Antoine: The lore in question, dude, it’s mad

Baghera: Take of yourselves guys! This was so cool

[Everyone says goodbye]

[Baghera leaves the call]

ZeratoR: Basically he was glued to the bomb but he found a gimmick

Antoine: Yeahhhh

Etoiles: The lore in question, just being the goat

Antoine: Yeah but the problem is that it’s my lore in every game, dude

Etoiles: (laughs) Oh but it’s really that. Antoine’s lore is being the goat

[Second clip begins]

Etoiles: Something that makes me laugh a bit is the fact that because there’s so many open plotlines it leads to fan theories that are sometimes really fun. There was a moment when my character’s skin, well, it was made for me with white eyes. And well I used it because I found it cool. And, actually, when I put it on, I read 65 tweets from people going, ‘hey, did you know that Etoiles’ character is blind because he actually lost his eyesight because he was—‘

Antoine: But you know on this server, the moment you say any sentence it gets overinterpreted in every way

Etoiles: It’s so funny—

Antoine: What’s wild is that there’s a billion theories on things, and for my part there are people that have understood some stuff about the theory and everything, which I find rather fun

Etoiles: Well it’s— you can’t reproach them because—

Antoine: Oh no precisely, I don’t want to reproach them, on the contrary I find it so cool!

Etoiles: Yeah but it’s funny the extent to which they get in their heads about it— like, you say one sentence on the server and you read a whole text of 65–

Antoine: Yeah, yeah it’s that

Etoiles: It’s really so funny

Angle Droit/Florence: Hmm, he said he was hungry at this given time, it’s surely a coded message

Etoiles: It’s really that!

Antoine: No but really, it’s really that, you know

Etoiles: But you know it’s honestly that, Florence

Antoine: You say a little sentence that’s supposed to be a joke and it’ll be interpreted seriously because ‘there’s this, and this, and that’, you see. But the thing is, it’s often completely wrong, but sometimes it’s correct. So they have every reason to continue theorising, honestly, I find. I think they have every reason to continue theorising, it’s very interesting

Etoiles: You’re just correct the goat, dude

[Third clip begins]

Etoiles: Basically I can say it because it’s out of roleplay and I think Antoine already knows it, because sometimes people are like, ‘yeah you can’t spoil the other streamers!’ but the streamers see everything—

Antoine: I know everything that happens on QSMP

Etoiles: —it’s just that the streamers don’t use the info rp wise. Basically I’m apart of an organisation on the server—

Antoine: What, you’re kidding, dude?!

[The others laugh]

ZeratoR: What the fuck?!

Antoine: I’m not supposed to know that, dude!

Etoiles: Basically I’m apart of an organisation that’s called the Resistance—

Antoine: (scoffs)

Etoiles: —and it’s completely hidden within the server, no one knows about it in the roleplay

ZeratoR: Even I knew about it, so

Etoiles: Yeah, well there you go. And therefore I have a hidden team that allows me to go into buildings, kill Federation agents that take care of the Island, and—

Antoine: But why would you want to kill Federation agents, dude?

Etoiles: Well because they’re not very nice, dude

ZeratoR: (laughs) Oh the lore is incredible. Well, it’s not nice to be mean, but…

Etoiles: The thing that’s funny—

Antoine: They’re not mean…

Etoiles: —is that I see messages from people on Twitter reacting like, ‘well I think it’s insane that Etoiles is killing Federation agents,’ when I don’t want to kill them. I never want to kill them. When I kill them, it’s because I’m forced to. And the last time, I didn’t want to kill them—

Antoine: That’s a really war criminal-esque phrase, that

ZeratoR: Clearly

Etoiles: No but bro, bro, it’s the admins themselves that told me, ‘return to the base, let’s fight,’ that’s what they said, bro, so I was like, ‘well, okay’ (laughs)

Antoine: Well that…

Etoiles: It was fun, honestly. And so when I saw all the messages on Twitter like, ‘Etoiles’ character has totally lost his mind,’ I was like, well—

Antoine: What, you don’t like white teddy bears, dude? Honestly, they’re so cool

Etoiles: Then again, white teddy bears aren’t really nice, dude

Antoine: Dude they are simply what I’d call the goat, honestly. They’re what I call the goat, personally, white teddy bears are called the goat

end Video Transcript.]

[vhscorp]

Ton corps contre le mien, voilà, moi je veux ça, rien que ça, et c'est tout…

V. H. SCORP

[imekitty]

Today I worked on:

Disillusioned: 963 words

Ghost on the Couch: 105 words

Last sentences written (from Ghost on the Couch):

“Can you think of anything?” asked Brandan. “Maybe something that happened this week?”

[andi-studies]

11/12/2023 • 345/365

finished the article from yesterday and read another, sort of finding my argument but im still not sure on all the details

[nicoscheer]

Maxie is flying and Miles wearing the fan bracelets 🫶🏽🥰

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12/12/2023

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Miles reposted with: What a day 💅

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[jaggedl1ttlepill]

i wish i knew how to feel about him.

i wish i knew how he felt about me.

from the moment i met him, freezing my ass off outside the riot house dressed as princess leia, i felt weirdly drawn to him. he was drunk and dressed as uncle stan from gravity falls. i was standing with nat and some guy she remembered from oak harbor when he dragged his friend over to us to get our opinion on his silly rap lines. i remember his long blonde curls kept falling in his face under his hat. he sat on the deck stairs i was leaning against, and as i talked about something stupid, i remember him looking up at me with big blue eyes as if i was mother mary. he kept touching my hand before realizing what he was doing, and when i let him, he held my hand and played with the ring on my finger. i remember how cold his hands were compared to mine. halloween in bellingham isn't for the faint of heart.

i remember him rushing me inside because the hobby was covering fall out boy and i told him how much i loved fall out boy. i remember dancing with him in that crowded living room, and i remember having to stand on my tip toes to kiss him because he's so tall. we went back outside and i made out with him in the freezing cold for what felt like an eternity, until his friends came to collect him. he made me swear over and over that i would text him tomorrow. my neck was covered in hickeys i hadn't even noticed him leaving.

we've been seeing each other a lot since then. he comes over to my room and spends a few hours with me. he even got dinner with me once. he's always so loving; he holds my hand and plays with my ring still, while we talk about everything from music to movies to stupid professors. when he kisses me it feels like a native language. when he puts his hand in my hair or on my hips to pull me closer to him, it feels like an act of god. when he looks into my eyes, it feels like that one david bowie song.

i wish i understood him. how can you be this way with me and feel nothing? how can you lay my head down on your chest and hold me there without wanting me even a little? how can you see me in public and greet me with a kiss, but tell me not to want for anything? is he crazy? is he in denial? people tell me that only someone genuinely cruel could be capable of such a double standard, but i can't look at him and find any cruelty. am i too simpleminded to see it?

maybe it's easier this way. maybe he sees beyond what i do. maybe, when he was holding me in his arms singing 'wicked game' to me, he kissed me through the second verse because he knew he was guilty of every lyric. maybe he left before midnight tonight because he knew he wanted more from me, and it scared him. maybe he knows what he's doing to me and maybe he's sorry. maybe i'm the one in denial.

i hope it's easier this way. i hope that, somewhere beyond my confusion and heartbreak, there's a hidden upside to all this that makes it worth it. i hope that there's some unseen alternative that hurts way, way worse than any of this ever could. i hope there's mercy in something.

what a wicked thing to say that you never felt this way what a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you

[pokeprism]

Monster Beyond The Lab

This story's word count sits at three thousand, fifty two (3,052), and was completed in August 2023. This story features several original characters of mine (mostly human and one not), and is set in a modern-adjacent setting.

Any comments, questions, concerns you might have about this story would be best served to my askbox!

To reduce the size of this post on y'all's dashboards, the story itself is below the cut~!

Midway Point Lab, April twelfth, twenty one hundred hours. Previous to today, this laboratory has been experimenting with genetic modification of organisms for long enough that their researchers have made several fully functioning organisms via the tech in this lab. Despite the team’s small size, their first ever success was born fourteen years ago, a humanoid covered head to toe with eggplant purple fur and has two gleaming gold eyes. This success story was named Morris to honor the lead researcher’s, Oliver Supra’s, late father, and Morris ended up being raised by the kindhearted Della Prune, the team’s lone psychologist at that point in time. Oliver Supra, being the leader of the team, is the public face of his cohorts. Standing at exactly two meters tall, with light tanned skin, chestnut hair, freckles scattered across his skin, straight edged formal glasses to aid his vision, and usually sporting a standard issue lab coat and name badge, he’s quite the rallying point of the team and the public. By contrast, Della Prune ends up blending in, even at the scientific conventions this team goes to view. Della is a fair skinned, brown haired, trans woman sporting green eyes, glasses decorated with simple flower etchings, and typically wearing her lab coat in combination with her flowery name badge. Jumping back to the present, April twelfth is the day that Midway Point Lab finally received a shipment of their sister lab’s experimental mutation agent after several weeks of delays. This mutation agent, nicknamed the monster vaccine, has odd morphological and behavioural effects on most test subjects it is used on, mostly lab rats at this point in time.

Oliver brushes past Della on the way to Morris’s chamber in a huff.

Della, confused by Oliver’s faster than average pace, simply watches as Oliver enters Morris’s room.

After a moment of consideration, Della begins to make her way to Morris’s room, curious about what could be going on.

Della, now several meters from Morris’s room’s door, a guttural roar radiates out from the direction of Morris’s room and through the rest of the lab. The first roar just about knocks Della off her feet before she’s able to catch herself.

More concerned than ever about what that noise was, Della runs for Morris’s room at a quicker pace than before. She sets her hand on the door as a second roar rips the surrounding air.

Della, in an attempt to soften the volume hitting her eardrums, covers her ears as the second roar runs the rest of its course.

As soon as the second roar peters out, Della swiftly opens the door to Morris’s room.

An empty, specially marked syringe lies on the floor as Morris rears. No longer in his humanoid form thanks to the shot he was given, Morris is almost two feet taller than he was before and standing on all fours as he looks down at Oliver.

Morris’s head towers over Oliver’s as Morris speaks, his golden eyes fixed on Oliver’s face. The lab child’s voice is still recognizable despite its increased volume and lowered pitch. “Why did you do this to me, Olly?!”

Oliver, despite having fallen to a place ahead of Morris moments before, raises his voice at the lab child. “You’ve been a bad kid for the last month! Ever since Della taught you about HER manners, you’ve been acting up!”

Morris, enraged at this notion, grabs Oliver with his dominant front limb and lifts this lead scientist off of the floor. “It’s because of you I hate this place! I want out dangit!”

Morris forcefully tosses Oliver at the wall to his right. A resounding thud marks the moment Oliver hits the wall, which also shakes the room enough that several of Morris’s keepsakes fall from their places. Morris’s reading glasses on his bedside table, a picture frame from a shelf, and Morris’s favourite weighted tyrannosaurus rex plush all find their way to the floor, some in more pieces than one.

Della, having had front row seats to this, simply covers her mouth with her hands before falling to her knees.

Morris notices Della’s presence and looks her way.

The psychologist closes her eyes and weeps. Almost all of Morris’s belongings were gifts from her, and seeing a good chunk of them on the floor in this wrecked room doesn’t make things any better for her. This is the first time she’s cried at all in the laboratory.

Morris, concerned for Della’s well being, steps towards Della’s position. “Della! I’m so sorry!” Morris’s eyes nervously dart around as he cobbles his next statement together. “Is there anything I can do to make things better?!”

Della looks up, tears in her eyes. Despite Morris’s inhuman appearance, she loves him like a mother loves a child. Della and Morris begin to hear emergency sirens in the distance.

After sharing a moment of eye contact with Morris, Della’s mind is settled. “Morris, I’m getting you out of here.”

Della gets to her feet and wipes her face clear of tears, then begins to run towards the lab’s exit, leaving the now unconscious Oliver in their dust. Despite having to squeeze through his room’s door, Morris easily keeps pace with Della despite his unfamiliarity with this new form. Long legs go a long way it seems…

After about two minutes of running, Della and Morris have found the largest exit to the building. This exit to the laboratory amounts to a garage door that has to be unlocked with a lab-mandated key card. Having never seen this part of the lab, Morris simply examines the currently closed exit and the surrounding area as Della hastily whips out her key card and unlocks the exit. Della hears the chime of the locking mechanism go off through the cacophony of alarms and swiftly hits the button to open the exit.

As the exit begins to open, Morris turns to face Della. “Della, what’s the plan after I get out?”

Della wastes no time to answer. “You need to run into the woods. I’ll take whatever consequences they give me.”

“Consequences?! Della, I don’t want you to be in trouble!”

The exit is halfway open at this point. The security begins making their way to this far off corner to the lab, and both Morris and Della can faintly hear their footsteps over the sound of the lab’s alarms.

Della turns to look at Morris once again. “It will be fine, Morris.” Della leans forward to set her forehead on Morris’s. “I want you to be happy, and if I have to get in trouble to do that, so be it.”

Morris begins to tear up at Della’s statement. The distinct click of the exit fully opening makes Della perk up. The security is almost here.

Della sets her hands on opposite sides of Morris’s face and looks him in the eyes. “Morris, run and don’t look back. I’ll always love you.”

Morris smiles with his face full of tears. Della takes a step back from Morris, and waves goodbye. Morris sincerely nods to Della, and dashes out of the back exit to the lab. The security, having just arrived at the scene, are only able to catch a glimpse of Morris upon entering this back room…

Three weeks have passed since the incident on April twelfth. Thanks to her involvement with April twelfth’s incident, Della was expelled from Midway Point Lab, and has been rooming with her longtime friend for about two weeks now. Della currently sits at a covered bus stop in the pouring rain with a bag of apples next to her. She’s been texting Ulmer, her long time friend, to pass the time while waiting for the ride that her brother had promised her.

Della’s notification noise sounds. Della taps on it to find that it’s another text from Ulmer.

“Are you sure Damian is coming for you? He’s not usually awake at this time…” Ulmer’s text reads.

Della begins typing a response. “Eh fair.”

Ulmer’s response hits faster than Della can add on to her previous message. “Are you sure you are handling things alright?” And yet another message hits. “You haven’t been yourself since you moved in with me”

Della’s hands tremble for a moment before typing up her response. “... I’m going to be okay eventually. Just come get me before the rain gets worse.”

Ulmer replies with a thumbs up emoji.

Della locks her phone screen when another notification noise sounds.

It’s another message from Ulmer. “Where are you again?”

Della rolls her eyes before opening her phone’s map app, obtaining the URL for the bus stop she’s at, and sending that link to Ulmer.

Ulmer gets the message and replies with two thumbs up emojis.

Della breathes a sigh of relief and locks her phone’s screen with no interruption. Della’s attention drifts throughout her field of view from her seat at the bus stop. With an older neighbourhood to her back and an empty, eerily quiet road ahead of a decrepit metal fence, there isn’t much to look at around here. Della, starved of stimulation, begins to nod off after some minutes…

That’s when Della snaps back to awareness at a familiar sound. After a half second of not knowing what the noise was, Della’s mind realizes.

Della quietly repeats her mind’s transmission. “That was a light switch.”

But from where? Della begins to look around for the source of the noise, and then finally notices what is beyond the torn metal fence. The structure looks to be an abandoned warehouse, but now with its electric lights on.

Della shakes her head at the thought to go investigate the warehouse before hearing her ringtone loud and clear.

Now alert, Della unlocks her phone screen and finds the caller is none other than Oliver flippin’ Supra.

Della’s following comment drips with acid as she grits her teeth. “How dare you-”

Della is quick on the draw to hang up. She has no reason to talk to her traitorous former boss, she thinks. Now back in the general quiet of this rainy night and over her spike in adrenaline, Della’s jitters still and she begins to drift off again. She feels the vibration of the phone in her pocket before her eyes drift closed…

A distant exclamation makes Della snap to attention. The exclamation came from beyond the weathered fence, and was far enough away that she couldn’t make out what was said. But Della thinks she knows the source of the utterance. Della loudly sighs, and deciding to drop her better judgment, opts to get up and make a path towards the abandoned warehouse.

Della spares barely a moment to look both ways before crossing this quiet, currently damp road. She finds a breach in the metal fence, and after making sure no one is watching, Della steps through the gap in the fence and carries onto the electrically lit warehouse.

Della steps to a place that she can see inside the warehouse before quickly jolting back behind a proper wall. She certainly saw someone familiar…

“Huh?” The someone in the warehouse barely caught a glimpse of Della.

Near complete silence ensues. The rain continues to patter on the warehouse’s roof. 

Della does her best to stay out of sight as she attempts to relax, but the slight shifting of Della’s hands against the brick wall tips off the someone just beyond. The someone begins stepping towards Della’s position, and Della’s anxiety gets more intense with each step as they become more audible to her.

Just before the someone makes it to her position, Della decides to reveal her presence by stepping out from behind the warehouse wall she was behind. Della closes her eyes and braces herself for a drastic reaction…

… Only to hear this someone softly drop to the floor.

Then, the someone pipes up. “Can someone PLEASE get some first aid for me…?”

Morris, over his monstrous form from weeks ago, is bowing so low that his head is touching the floor. Della notices that Morris’s voice has stayed the same pitch as the last time she saw him, unlike his physical presence from weeks ago. Morris’s body plan has reverted back to its humanoid state, but now with slightly longer fur atop his head and a likely stolen and ragged pair of tan pajama pants.

Della struggles to cobble an answer together. She’s too preoccupied to predict what Morris will do if-

Morris sets both of his hands around Della’s right ankle and looks up towards the woman’s face. “Please, I’ve had a bear trap stuck on my leg for-”

Morris goes quiet. He recognizes Della, but can barely gather his words…

In the resulting quiet, Della dodges into the warehouse with Morris still holding onto her ankle.

Della carefully bends her knees to lower herself closer to Morris’s level. She sets a hand on his forehead.

Morris carefully looks up at Della’s face. “You’re doing okay, Della..?”

Della quietly speaks. “... I’d say so.”

Morris lets go of Della’s ankle and backs a short distance away from Della. “What else has happened?”

Thanks to the position that Morris settled into, Della can plainly see the bear trap clamped around Morris’s lower right leg.

Della verbally stumbles. “W-Well, that can wait, Morris! We’ve gotta attend to your leg!!!”

It is Morris’s turn to stutter. “But w-where do we go for that??? An urgent care doc won’t treat me…!”

Della sighs. “I’m sure we can-”

Della cuts herself off as she hears a familiar clatter. She turns her head in the clatter’s direction, and sees a slightly dishevelled Ulmer looking down at her.

Ulmer shouts. “Della! You silly goose! I don’t even know how many laws we’re breaking right now!!!”

Della, still low to the ground, raises an eyebrow. “Huh?”

Ulmer shouts at a slightly lower “Well first ya missed my call, then ran into a restricted area, left the apples at the bus stop, and then-”

Morris decides to cut in. “And then found me?”

Ulmer goes white upon getting an eyeful of Morris, then promptly faints. Ulmer crashes to the floor just next to the plush owl-shaped fidget toy he brought with him. Both Della’s neutral expression and Morris’s questioning stance from a moment before snap to extreme concern for the guy who just crashed onto the floor. Della and Morris get up to come to Ulmer’s aid, with Della getting up with less difficulty in her uninjured state and taking a moment to grab Ulmer’s fidget toy.

After setting Ulmer’s owl in her pocket, Della turns towards Morris and shouts. “Morris! We’ll get ya patched up at my place, just help me carry Ulmer to the car!”

Morris nods, and sets the unconscious Ulmer to a place over his shoulder.

Della motions for Morris to follow her out of the warehouse before beginning to retrace her steps back to the bus stop. Morris nods, and limps behind Della through the rain and muddy ground.

After stepping over the decrepit fence and crossing the street, all three of them have made it within view of the bus stop that Della was at earlier, albeit with Ulmer still unconscious and slung over Morris’s shoulder. Raindrops continue to splatter on the roof of Ulmer’s car sitting just outside of the bus stop, and Della quickly turns to Morris.

“Morris, keep watch while I get my apples.”

Morris nods, and Ulmer slightly twitches. Della smiles, and walks into the bus stop.

Della grabs the apples she left on the bench inside, and turns to walk out before coming to a sudden stop. She thought she saw something on the wall.

Della slowly turns back the other way, and sees a newspaper headline taped to the wall in the covered bus stop.

“Monster Cited In Local Woods” is at the top of the page below the publication’s details, and that is all she gets to read as a horrible noise begins to roar in the distance. A cavalcade of police sirens are at the edge of Della’s senses.

Della jolts out of the bus stop and shouts to Morris, her possessions and produce in hand. “Morris, we have to go, NOW!”

Morris’s eyes light up with fear. “U-Uh, where?!”

Ulmer sleepily shifts back into consciousness at the sound of conversation. “... Why ya two yelling?”

Della, now in the grip of panic, jolts to the driver side of Ulmer’s car and swiftly opens the door. “Less talking, more driving, Ulmer!” and signals for Morris to set him down.

Morris obeys, properly orienting Ulmer and setting him down feet first on the road before nestling one clawed hand in another. Della steps away from the driver seat and gestures for Ulmer to get in.

Still slightly dazed, Ulmer loudly sighs and swiftly steps over to the open door to get behind the wheel. Della opens one side of the back seat and dives into the car before quickly opening the other entrance to the back seat, the one closest to Morris.

Morris looks into the newly opened backseat and sees Della reaching toward him with an outstretched hand. Morris takes Della’s hand and slots into Ulmer’s backseat, and hastily closes the door behind him after having navigated the bear trap laden leg safely into the car.

Ulmer turns on his car and sets the car to drive back home without a backwards glance.

Several minutes after Ulmer, Della, and Morris have left the premises, a brigade of police cars and their singular plus one arrives on the road just outside the abandoned warehouse. The cops exit their vehicles in bunches at a time and proceed to the warehouse in a piecemeal fashion, desperate for data to achieve their mission to retrieve the lab-created monster. Midway Point Lab’s legal team discreetly bribed the swine’s leader to avoid a PR disaster for the upcoming convention, and with any objections from the little men being met with expulsion. Lightning lights the sky above as the last of these officers scale the fence. The hogs’ informant, the plus one mentioned above, turns his car off and steps out onto the damp street. A thunderclap sounds, radiating throughout the area. Oliver adjusts his tie before whipping out his phone, ready for another dubious communication…

[elicatkin]

[unconscious-sighs]

"Devi essere qualcosa di diverso per volere qualcosa di diverso".

Cambiamo.

-SB

[terastarst0rm]

I WOULD DO A LOT OF THINGS TO TAKE THAT BACK

[eqm98-blog]

[xaviergalatis]

X

[ogaturnblr]

[jaggedl1ttlepill]

i hope it's easier this way

[inthiseternalmoment]

A good stay-in day + a walk

Another chill day at our spot talking, healing, eating, watching tv, going for a sunset walk, and more.

11/12/2023

Today was another chill, stay-in day that also involved a sunset walk. We continued to unpack our childhood programs and it felt incredibly healing to do so.

Aside from that, I’m itching to start gaming! I’ve ordered some emulators and while I know the setup process may take some time, I am super excited to play a bunch of games 😭

We also watched episodes from a show about Virgin Voyages cruises and it’s got us even more excited at the idea of being able to ride on one!

[keenzinemugstudent]

Sonya I understand now I truly do understand 😳