#I'm not allowed to wear the jacket anymore tho

[schroedingers-faggot]

I gotta talk about this cause mmmmm

but the battle of the teutoburg forest is a HUGE reoccurring interest of mine! Every year I go either to the Varus Schlacht Museum or the Hermann Denkmal and I live so close to the place of the actual happenings, I even have a jacket with the face of the Hermann Denkmal on it and I just get so hyped everytime I see people talk about Barbaren/Barbarians because yes that's my blorbo topic

[nerves-nebula]

I'm not really a man (I wish they'd eradicate gender and pronouns tbh, no pronouns feel good) but I wanna pass as man because being a man feels better than being a woman. Unfortunately, I wear a headscarf when I go out and I'm not on testosterone so passing borders on impossible, even tho I wear hoddies and big jackets to give a more masculine silhouette but I keep being seen as a girl and its driving me insane ough.. anyway ya I get the thing about passing being impossible.. going on testosterone is a far away dream and I'm unsure if I'd ever stop wearing headscarfs, and even if I went on testosterone and passed as a guy I'd just be passing as something less painful than a woman, not what I am truly yknow?

haha yeaaaaa but according to SOME PEOPLE (glaring pointedly at my loved ones) I'm not allowed to just kill myself in response to this. so i guess it's eternal damnation or whatever. I'm very used to acceptance tho. it used to hurt when i was in high school but it doesn't anymore :) unless i think about it for too long bausdfjsadfgsdf

[sailorwritesstuff]

Poly Lumax Headcanons to pull me out of my bad writers block.

Spoilers...duh.

It's mostly a secret. Partly because it's the 80's partly because it's nobody's business

You guys aren't necessarily hiding it per se

just nobody's picked up on it

The three of you aren't insanely popular so most people usually just perceive whichever one of you to be with Lucas to be his girlfriend

And when the three of you are together "oh hey what a lovely group of friends"

Ofc Dustin, Mike, and co notice the three of you handing out without them.

Tbf tho they know Max and Lucas are dating

They get together the same way and while sneaking around away from the rest they bump into you

Literally

And you almost cried because you were worried about your hair.

Max immediately disliked you.

But Lucas was infatuated.

Not in love per se

Just curious.

And a little scared people would think he'd made you cry.

"whoa whoa whoa, don't cry! I'm so sorry."

And he helps pick up your things. Buys you a coke from a vending machine and calls it even.

And honestly none of you expected to see each other again really.

Until you and Max find out you have a class together.

You're a year older than them a sophomore

And Max was in an advanced English class.

You just ended up being desk mates.

"oh hey I know you! You and your boyfriend bumped into me this summer." And despite the words sounding like they should come out harsh they were light and playful. There didn't seem to be any ill intent behind them which threw her off. "I'd remember your face anywhere. You're so pretty. Your freckles are crazy mesmerizing."

And her ears turn RED.

She becomes infatuated

And soon you start a rocky friendship.

And hanging out with Max soon turned into hanging out with Max AND Lucas

You get close

And actually...they never really ask you out.

You just kinda are chilling and Lucas has to go. He mutters "I love you guys" kisses Max's cheek affectionately and then yours leaves

And you pause. Take it in. And then look at Max who seems un bothered like she hadn't even noticed.

Few days later Max calls you babe at school instead of your name. And you short circuit briefly.

And that's...that. there's no awkward polyamorous negotiations you just kinda become partners.

Max loves kissing if you wear lip gloss! She complains it's stick and gross and "ew is that glitter?" But she doesn't really care.

And Lucas keeps a little Notebook of things the two of you like. How youre different from each other etc.

Neither of them are particularly fond of pda

Max isn't allowed to drive your car because A. she doesn't have a permit. B. She's a TERRIBLE driver. And C. She can't get a permit because she's a terrible driver.

So Lucas (who also doesn't have a permit) and you tend to do the drive around.

Max secretly really loves being called princess

And gifts

Getting gifts specifically.

Words don't always click for her so Physical affirmations of love >>>>

Lucky her tho Lucas loves giving gifts. Not always big things but snacks you two like, your favorite drink, flowers he saw while riding his bike. Etc.

"I have no money...but look at these smiles" - proud boyfriend Lucas

Max doesn't really say "I love you." Or "I love you too" it's usually more along the lines you "you're so stupid." Followed by a smiling eye roll.

Things get a little dark a little after a month of dating. About 2 months into the school year when Max starts having bad nightmares.

She starts getting headaches.

Easily irritated.

And she snaps at you

And soon after breaks up with the two of you through Lucas. (She couldn't say it to your face with your big cute dumb eyes staring at her all heart broken)

For a bit it's you and Lucas.

You go to ever game

You wear his jacket around school

Max switch's sits with Betty Larson in English

Lucas buys you gifts to make you smile. Anything for a smile.

Max doesn't sit with you at lunch anymore

Lucas holds you on his lap when you're alone just the two of you.

Max watches you talk in the hallway

You leave her candy in her locker when she looks tired in English

Max throws them away. She doesn't deserve them

And then Vecna.

And suddenly Max and Lucas are hanging out again.

And then she gives you a letter "for later. Just in case"

And then you demand to know what's happening

And then you're dragged into their mess.

And you watch max almost die.

And you're scared

All of you.

But you're together.

[turtle-steverogers]

Hey pal, I'm a bit sad, so if you're up for it kill me with saaaaad stucky headcanons because you're absolutely awesome at them. (No pressure tho, love ya <3)

hello friend! love ya too! i'm sorry to hear that you're a bit sad-- i'm here if you'd like to talk!

after some deliberation, i have decided to use this particular headcanon of mine:

-So one day around the holidays, Steve and Bucky go out on a little day trip to some shops in upstate New York

-It's a cute little outdoor mall type place with coffee shops and string lights and an ice skating rink at one end, which is a much needed change of pace from the usual bustle of the city

-Of course, they get some treats at one of the cafes and take to the streets after, bundled in similar winter sweaters and walking at a leisurely pace, arm in arm and hands warming around hot coffee cups

-They window shop a bit, deliberate over gifts, and enjoy the peaceful air, and all in all, it's a nice area but it's not until they come across an antique store at the end of the strip

-It's a humble looking store with three levels-- an upstairs and a basement-- and a warm glow to the whole establishment. Books are grouped in one corner, a sign near the basement boasts clothes down the stairs. Old jewelry lays in cases along the middle of the store

-Naturally, they veer off from one another, taken by different things within the store. Steve finds himself wandering through the old record section and into the art supplies, which enthralls him for a while as he combed through old products that didn't seem so old to him. Except now they're worn and delicate-- another thing allowed to grow through time naturally while he was cursed to miss it

-Just beyond the room, there's a section filled with children's toys-- old rocking horses and wooden toys, still somehow more modern than what he grew up with. There's a section with dolls and dollhouses and he barely registers that he's moved before he comes back to himself holding one of the small dolls

-Steve turns over the doll, running his thumb over the worn features of its face. It is dressed in a colorful pink and yellow smock, a pink bonnet secured over its blond ringlet curls. He recognizes it as a Lenci Doll; Becca had some that she'd let Steve play with her when he'd come over the times that Bucky wasn't around. He'd wanted a set of his own, loving the idea of nurturing and loving something so sweetly, and he'd asked one day while out with his ma and pa-- a rare outing they'd taken as the three of them to the shops if his pa were sober for once. He winces, remembering the disgusted look on his father's face, the reservation on his ma's. It was the first heartbreak he could truly remember, and he didn't understand why it was so wrong to want a doll. How different was it from his teddy bear? Or army men?

I'm telling you, Sarah. He's gonna turn out a little queer.

Eyes suddenly burning, he grips the doll tighter.

"Got a whole collection of those, we have. A big find."

Steve jumps, blinking away the wetness in his eyes as he glanced to the side. An older man is standing next to him, dressed in a red sweater vest and sporting horn rimmed glasses. He has a name tag on, clearly an employee there.

"Oh, cool," he says, unsure of what else to say.

"Got a niece or something? I bet she'd love that."

Okay, so he hasn't recognized Steve. Thank god, honestly. He can't imagine what it would be like to find Captain fucking America holding a goddamn baby doll.

"Oh, uh, just-- just looking. It, uh, reminded me of my ma," which isn't exactly a lie. He looks back down at the doll, stomach aching. Would his ma have even wanted him to have the doll? His father had made it clear enough, but he can't read the memories of his ma all the time. What she might have thought of his queerness.

"How sweet," the man says. "Well, we sell them for cheap considering how much they go out for on the market-- only twenty dollars."

Steve shifts his feet, nodding. He doesn't want this man talking to him anymore. He feels oddly exposed.

"Cool," he says again.

Luckily, Bucky catches up to Steve then, holding a stack of dime store sci fi novels, and an old leather jacket that reminds Steve of one George Barnes used to wear. He wonders briefly if that's why Bucky had chosen it

Hastily, he puts down the doll before Bucky can see, but Bucky knows him better than anyone and he catches the movement

"Whatcha got there, pal?" he asks, reaching past Steve to pick up the doll.

Steve blushes, scuffing a shoe.

"It's nothing, it's dumb," he says, quickly, eyes landing back on the doll. He wants to reach for it again. "Just... Becs used to have those, remember?"

Bucky's eyebrows furrow and he glances down at the doll, thumb smoothing over the cheek. "Yeah, she was real protective of them. Never let me touch them unless I was helping her fix the tangles from one's hair."

Steve frowns, an old, irrational tinge of jealousy curling around his gut. He wishes he'd had one to be protective of. "I used it play it with her when I was real young still and-- and I'd come over when... you weren't around," he says. "Used to want one of my own..." He bites his lip, frowning. "I asked for one once when I went out with my ma and dad." Shrugging, he laughs dryly. "Definitely didn't get a doll that day."

He shakes his head, eyes downcast. It really was dumb, ruminating over this now.

"It's okay," he says, giving Bucky a brave smile. Bucky's watching him with an unreadable look on his face-- Steve thinks it might be anger, but there's a certain sadness there, too. "It doesn't matter, um... I'm going to check out the clothes."

-The subject is left alone for the time being. Steve clearly doesn't want to talk about it, but Bucky stays behind, watching Steve's retreating back. He looks down at the doll, smoothing his thumb over the cheek again, and thinks of Steve-- six or seven, maybe-- hoping for a doll. Innocently asking, only to be denied. He doesn't know much of the specifics about what went down in the Rogers' household, but he knows there was a lot of pain. A lot of denial. A lot of anger. He glances one more time at Steve, across the store now, and tucks the doll under his arm, hidden in the jacket.

-Christmas morning comes with a quiet morning together. Breakfast prepared while snow falls outside their apartment, personal gifts exchanged, and some soft music playing in the background.

"I think there's one more gift, honey," Bucky says, pointing to a small bag under the tree.

Steve frowns and reaches for it. It's not heavy, but it clearly has some weight to it. He glances up at Bucky, a questioning frown on his face, even as a smile lights his eyes. He carefully unpacks the tissue paper and reaches inside and--

Oh. Oh.

His eyes fill with tears as he looks down at the doll, her blonde ringlets still tucked underneath that pink bonnet. Her weight is warm in his palm. Instinctively, he holds her to his chest.

"It isn't dumb," Bucky murmurs after a long moment. He'd wanted to say that that day, but Steve had walked away. "You deserve her, Steve. You deserved her then, and you're allowed her now. You always should have been. I'm sorry you were ever not allowed to be yourself."

Steve is crying now as he reaches for Bucky, and then they're hugging, his face tucked into the crook of Bucky's neck. A doll won't fix the pain his father inflicted, but Bucky will always be his safe place. That space where he can be authentically and undeniably himself.

"Thank you," he whispers. "Thank you."

Bucky holds him tighter. "Always."

[toges-wife]

My annoying coworker

Pairing: inumaki x reader

Notes: btw it's enemies to lovers (?), also maki is mentioned, hope you like it (*´∇｀*)

Ps: sry for not posting for a while...

Warnings: food, injuries, grammatical errors, cringe confession, if there are more lmk

After your graduation from high-school you never knew that actually you will meet someone who will change your life. He was younger than you by a year. But you skipped a year to take a rest before going to college, so that's how you both met. It was your first day at university, it wasn't really bad. You sat next to a guy who was wearing a black mask.

"Hello, I'm [insert your name], and you are?" You smiled as he took out a paper and started writing on it, "I'm toge inumaki. It's nice to meet you. Your hair looks weird though..." that sentence irritated you. You styled your hair for literally like two hours for some dude to tell you that your hair is weird?! "Haha okay." You shaked his hand aggressively. "So why did you take this class?" You both started talking but everything he said irritated you. You felt like you wanted to kill him. So he did, he felt the same way about you.

"Why can't you just stop annoying me... i hope your coffee falls on your shirt." He said as the coffee fell on your shirt. "What's wrong with you? See you're the annoying one here." Toge looked quite upset because he was the reason your shirt got ruined. He silently watced you trying to cover it with your books but it didn't help. "Tsuna" he said giving you his jacket. "What you really think that i will accept it?" He just nodded as he placed his warm jacket on your shoulders "wear it. You can return it later on."

You felt embarrassed. "He literally think that he fixed his mistake and I'll forgive him? What a dumbass" you were gossiping with your friend about it. "Who is he in the first place?" Your friend asked curiously. "When his name was something like toge inumaki, maybe?" Your friend started laughing "him? He's just so funny lmao" you looked at her like, what? "I used to go with him to jujutsu high, I'm his friend too"

You were in shock, you didn't know that until he showed up next to you and started talking with maki, "it's funny how he thinks the same about you tho" after that you couldn't tolerant him anymore. He took out his phone and played some music to embarrass you and told you to dance on them, and you did dance on them. "JUST WAIT. I REALLY HATE YOU".

After some years you both graduated, he graduated earlier but you on the other hand continued with learning to get the last degree. Finally, you achieved your Dream peaceful without him annoying you. You kinda missed his "teasing" and all of those but you knew your future is way more important. You Finally did it and graduated.

After graduating, you started working at (a job) but surprisingly you were getting a late shift with a coworker that you didn't meet before in your normal shifts, so you were getting to know him. "Hello, well I'm (your name), it's pleasure to work with you." You didn't realise that was inumaki at first like he was able to talk since he practiced and he was able to speak normally, "Nice to meet you again (ur name, ur last name) remember me?" He laughed softly then smirked.

"Eh?- wait- I REMEMBER YOU-" you stared at him shaking your hand awkwardly. He looked like so happy to see you again. You knew he will do some annoying things. But then he sat next to you and looked to ur eyes "you seem different" he said giggling then looked away at the window frowning. "What's wrong tog-" He placed his hand on ur mouth not allowing you to talk. "Shsh" a curse suddenly appeared, you weren't familiar with curses but you can see them. You never learned how to defend yourself incase it appeared.

The curse entered, it was first grade curse, it attacked some other coworkers making them bleed. That curse was strong as it left toge speechless, he tried cursing it but nothing helped. He just couldn't say anything as he's afraid to curse someone accidentally. "EVERYONE RUN AWAY" he yelled as everyone did so, including you. The curse started following you and it harmed you making you lose consciousness.

After a few hours, and after toge defeating the curse and getting many injuries, he looked at you all tired and harmed. He carried you to the nearest hospital, as you both took a room. He got really bad feeling since the doctors said there is a small chance of you surviving. "Don't die, don't die, please...." he said looking at you crying.

You woke up the next day finding yourself in a hospital and toge sitting next to your bed sleeping. He looked worried and injured. "Hey toge, Good morning..." the doctor knocked on the door as he opened it, "Good morning" the doctor smiled "Is he your boyfriend? He was worried about you and he didn't sleep the whole night." He sighed.

"(Your name)" toge gasped as he woke up to find you giggling next to him, "Good morning, you should sleep... because you also got injured..." you said getting interrupted by him hugging you tightly as tears fell from his eyes. "I'm sorry that I'm weak... i couldn't save you... you got injured because of me..." a moment of awkward silence between you both until you gave him a head pat, "Hey, it's okay, thanks for saving me.. and I'm glad that you're still alive! You are really strong" you said as he smiled softly.

After some days you got better and your injuries got better, on the other hand toge didn't completely recover so you stayed by his side until the day he recovers, it went really good as you both had some fun playing games together and cooking, sometimes watching movies together. Both of you got close. Toge didn't speak a single word because of his injuries and he can barely use the onigiri ingredients to communicate. "Hace!" He said as "shake".

You felt like he was adorable, you gave him medication when he refuses, "you act like a baby! Come onn! Open your mouth and drink the meds!" You said while he was hiding his face "i's bitr!" (It's bitter) but then after lots of tries, he finally drank his medication. He got a cute face and an adorable personality. Just it took you time to understand him. The doctors suddenly entered the room explaining that toge's injuries got better and he recovered but not completely.

Both of you were happy because of it, after you packed your things and got out of the hospital, you helped toge with walking and he felt extremely happy because he finally got better. "Hey, toge... i have some bad news... well we got fired..." you said holding your tears as he shook his head, "i's oki!" He replied comforting you. "Yeah... wanna get some icecream celebrating that you are doing better?" He nodded as an answer.

Both of you got a table at a restaurant and ordered icecream. It was pretty much sweet because you both sat quietly eating the icecream. You stared at his purple eyes and smiled, his face looked so bright. He was eating icecream cutely suddenly he got interrupted by you zoning out and you suddenly said "toge, i wanna eat your cheeks. You're so adorable" toge heard that and turned red immediately. "Thanks.." he said awkwardly. You both continued with your eye contact and he was so awkward with this and he barely could focus on eating.

"Toge, this icecream is just as sweet as you" you said carelessly not ready for what he did, he held your hands and looked directly into your eyes. "Umm I'm kinda getting shy because of those... may you stop..." you stared at him for a second realising what you said. "Well i kinda like you, i understand that you probably hate me but yeah..." he shook his Head, "okaka" and then placed a kiss on your hand. After that both of you giggled knowing that you feel the same about eachother.

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[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business. 

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(