#i need a rly long nap...

[gutterlolita]

money is extremely tight rn, i know its tough for mostly everybody in january but because ive never experienced this before it feels like i am doing something wrong/mismanaging my money

i keep sending screenshots of my bank account to my gf and my friends being like "is this ok???" bc i genuinely dont know whats ok and i have less money in my bank account than i have for quite a bit

i dont need mutual aid but its still not a great feeling to have this little $$ in my account and so little hours on my upcoming schedule (not to mention i have a horrible feeling im going to be fired within the next two weeks from my primary job but that is a can of worms i dont want to open here rn)

everyones saying im being too hard on myself bc i have expenses that the average person does not have (mostly disability related) and on top of that my food stamps got cut for right now so ive been having to spend My Money on food and its lowkey destroying me

im submitting the paperwork to get them reinstated and that should help a lot and since i usually submit my taxes asap i get my return pretty early so that should help me also

i just paid the jan house bills and i dont even want to look at my account after that

people have told me it must be really jarring and confusing to go from having essentially no budget and unlimited money, to having almost nothing, to having a Comfortable Lower Middle Class amount of money and theyre fucking right

[orcelito]

Went to take my exam bc the syllabus says it'd be available at 9 am today. No sign of the exam tho. Under the quizzes tab it's listed as being available on July 31st at 9 am... in 2023 though.

😐

So I went and emailed the professor. I still wanna take the exam today bc it's the best day for it, but it's a little late so he might not see it in time for that. Wweh.

[vamplvs]

rly hope that when i'm sick like i'm getting rn, that joaquin would join me in watching uk youtubers :(

excuse how weird the formatting of this is and how short it is. i fear i'm also starting to get sick <//3

when you're sick, he pampers the hell out of you. for as long as it takes for you to get better, what you say goes. yet another excuse to talk about joaquín as an acts of service kind of guy

hungry? he's already got soup warming on the stove (none of that reheating in the microwave nonsense, not while you're sick), and the pantry is already filled with your favorite snacks. he keeps an extra water bottle handy, too, just in case. as a matter of fact, the medicine cabinet gets stocked up. when he found the time to go out and get it all, you can't be sure.

taking a nap? the curtains are already drawn, and the bed is made. and if you want him to stay with you, he's in the bed before you can blink. he shrugs off any concerns you have about getting him sick, saying that if he does, that just means more time at home with you.

want to watch something? great! the clicker is all yours, and he'll be sitting right next to you the whole time. on the off chance you pick something he isn't into, well, he is now! he gets invested so quickly—asking questions about what's happening and who's involved.

"you feeling any better, angel?" he mumbles into your ear. he's been half asleep since you both curled up on the couch to watch something, and you aren't faring much better. there are empty bowls sitting in front of you on the coffee table, and the tv plays on quietly. your eyes droop more and more as each second passes, and it takes everything in joaquín not to laugh at you just a little bit.

"mmm, i'm tired," you say, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

"want to finish watching this now or later?" even though he's not sure you'll stay awake until the end, he asks anyways.

"now," but your voice is already fading.

"you sure you don't want to get to bed?" you just hum in confirmation, breathing already starting to even out—through the sniffling, that is.

he doesn't mind, though. he'll stay on this couch with you as long as you need him to, and he's more than happy to act as your pillow. his fingers draws soft circles on the nape of your neck, letting you get the rest you so desperately need.

if he's totally sure you're out, he'll carry you gently back to bed and tuck you under the blankets. he's laying next to you within moments, of course.

when you wake up, there's a hand slung over you, holding you close to him, and a full water bottle on your bedside table, just in case.

[na0koz]

atsumu thoughts pt 2

- i think he fw chappell roan i’m ngl

- he shared a room with osamu for so long and they only stopped when they were like 14-15, now atsumu has so much useless stuff in his room just because he has the space to fill

- sleeps through aaaanything. construction, thunderstorms, people yelling outside, alarms, anything

- definitely buys stuff on impulse then regrets it once it arrives in the mail. asks osamu for money a lot (he’s the opposite, saves his money well), “pleaseee ‘samu i jus need 300¥ for a snack please i’m beggin’ ya” “shouldn’t have bought that wireless phone charger then”

- him and osamu get their hair cut/dyed at the same time but he really hates it because osamu is perfectly fine with letting his hair grow out a bit but atsumu likes to keep it the exact same 24/7. as soon as the sides get a tiny bit longer than usual he’s plotting and scheming to get osamu to go to the salon earlier than usual

- despite this, his room is never clean as opposed to osamu’s spotless minimalist room. if someone comes over he’ll shove every piece of clothing he can see in the laundry basket, regardless of whether it’s clean or not, and kick some stuff under his bed but that’s it

- used to bleach his own hair for a bit, but once fell asleep while it was developing and some of his hair fell out when he washed out the bleach so his mom makes him get it done professionally now

- burps like no other for absolutely no reason. it is disgusting but he thinks it’s so funny

- probably had a fascination with reptiles or some other slightly obscure pet e.g birds when he was younger and begged his parents to get one but they didn’t let him

- osamu got an anonymous love letter in his locker in high school and atsumu was stroppy for days because he didn’t get one

- worst sleep schedule everrrrr he just sleeps when he feels like it whether it be 7pm or 4am. used to nap after volleyball in high school but he’d sleep through dinner and wake up at like 1am so he forced himself to stop

- petsits for his neighbour who has 5 guinea pigs, he treats them like his babies when he looks after them

- definitely likes all the stinky chip flavours

- tries to keep up a good skincare routine, but he honestly just forgets. washes his face super aggressively in the shower though..

- adds eggs or green onions to his instant ramen and thinks he’s a world class chef

- either watches cartoons or really long/stressful shows e.g shameless, the bear etc

- probably superglued his charger to his bed frame so he didn’t have to lean down to pick it up. realised his mistake when he was packing for an overnight trip and had to unplug it only to find he couldn’t get it off the frame

- thinks he’s so edgy and cool and underground for listening to something like heaven or las vegas by the cocteau twins (“you wouldn’t get it ‘samu”)

vivi’s note: omg this is long as hell some paragraphs in there…not rly… haven’t written since last year hey..

[hyukalyptus]

nsfw alphabet - taehyun! cw. fem reader, noona, milfs, breeding in c.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) - i feel like cumming wakes him up. like he needs to do something afterward, whether its take a shower or get you tea, or watch tv with you, but he doesn't take a nap iywim.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - on himself, stomach. on you, ur lips (mouth and pussy)

c = cum (anything to do with cum) - loves noonas and has a massive mommy kink, so he loves stuffing ur pussy with cum to breed you.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - hmm....i feel like he's pretty private about his sex life. so i feel like the fact he's obsessed with noonas and milfs is a secret except for the noonas and milfs he fucks.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) - i think he's super experienced sorry! like...this guy FUCKS. and he's suuuuper good at it too. like he makes women cum so fkn fast its unbelievable. can read every one of them like a book. knows exactly what to do, specific to each woman, its different every time.

f = favorite position - 69

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - definitely more on the serious side. i could see him being a little goofy, but leans serious.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - he's a relatively hairy guy, but keeps it pretty trimmed up, like he trims it regularly too.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - OOOH can be soooo romantic. i think he rly values his partners and takes it rly seriously (even tho he's rly experienced) and genuinely loves making women feel good. that doesn't mean its slow and sensual tho.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon) - oh god, makes the prettiest faces and noises when he's touching himself. sends u pics of his dick and hand covered in cum when he's done.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) - noonas, milfs, breeding, lactation, strength.

l = location (favorite places to do the do) - the shower!! especially for oral.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - him being able to move your body. like going in for a hug and he picks u up, shoving u around in bed, that kinda thing. he's super duper strong and can do so easily.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - threesomes. strictly a twosome guy.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - prefers receiving~ just loves having his dick sucked. still really great at giving, just loves receiving soso much.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - ugh i can so see him going so fast and rough. desperately fucking you so fkn fast, sweat rolling down his face, throwing ur body around however he likes, spanking you, tugging ur hair.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - love! like i said, this guy fucks. definitely isn't afraid of a quickie in the bathroom at the club.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - relatively risky. down to experiment, but doesn't love "risky" necessarily. likes pushing the limits of publicness. like he fucks in the bathroom of the club, maybe the changing room at a store, backstage dressing room, etc. since he is so private about it, its a little more exciting and an extra benefit since no one knows its him, ykwim?

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - can go for a whiiiiiiile. multiple rounds too. loves hours-long sessions that last all night with his noona <3

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - loves making women feel good and toys are a part of that. not necessarily an aficionado, but still has a good amount of toys. LOVES a good pocket pussy and masturbater. could totally see him with one of those realistic ass things.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease) - oof. tooootally see him loving orgasm control. therefore, SUCH a tease.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - quite the loud grunter.

w = wild card (a random headcanon) - loves anal but waits until the 3rd date to ask for it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - honestly MIGHT get some heat for this. BUT, i think he's a bit on the smaller side (i LOVE small dicks, so pls don't come for me), but it is definitely thicker.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - ooh pretty high! cums at least once a day (if not twice), either with a partner or w his hand.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - depends. if its bedtime, sure its quick, but otherwise, doesn't fall asleep immediately.

[madamechrissy]

How many rounds can jjk men go? A random thought

Satoru Gojo has the stamina to go at least five rounds, in my stories and head canon aha. He busts kinda quick but he can get it right back uppp. He hits it fast and furious and you gotta praise him.

Suguru Geto has at least three, he's low key a freak, hits it slow but nasty, and can get up not quite as quick as Toru but he also lasts longer, and I imagine he rly loves eating pussy in between, idk idk!!! lol.

Nanami Kento has two LONG sessions in him, he can fuck forever and loves foreplay so much he takes his time. One love making sesh then he gets freaky on the next. Maybe a shower or a bath in between and it'd be all night.

Toji Fushiguro has a solid two or three rounds, his old bum ass gets tired though, maybe he needs a lil nap lol?

I love this ask, thank youuu ahahha! <3

[honeytonedhottie]

for rest and relaxation⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎐

GIVE YOURSELF TIME ;

give yourself time to rest and relax and focus entirely on yourself and feeling better. choose a specified amount of time to just rest. this frees up time for inner work, healing etc. during that time identify the "why" to which u feel the way that you do.

identifying the issue helps you, after the rest and relaxation, to understand what it is that u need to focus on the most. therefore u can formulate goals suited to deal with the issue. set some ground rules before you start your resting period so that then your not going to be moving backwards on your goals.

RESTFUL MOVING ;

when u rest its important to not just sit at 0%. what i mean by that is always do at least a little something. when u make it a habit to just give 0% and do absolutely nothing, you'll find that things that u worked for will start to deteriorate and ur health both mentally and physically will be worse then when u started which isnt the point of rest at ALL.

im not saying that while ur resting and relaxing you have to be doing a whole workout or running x amount of miles. what im saying is that whilst resting do 1% of that. an example of restful moving could be...

dance when u wake up - i saw this in a tiktok and basically the logic behind this is that when ur dancing ur giving your body freedom and fluidity that translates to ur brain as well. so that then ur not so stiff and rigid and it improves ur mood.

DURING THE ROT ;

something that i find interesting to do is that while ur rotting, document it and write out what u do/did while rotting. that way when ur done with ur rest and relaxation you can look back and see what u did. doing so can also help u see what u needed or easily identify what was wrong/what sent u into rot.

ways i spend my resting time : setting aside time to think, write in my journal. spending time girlblogging, working on projects and formulating ideas. spending quality time with my dog. watching shows that i have on my watch list. reading lots and lots of books, manga etc. taking frequent naps and writing down the dreams that i've had. doom-scrolling on tiktok. watching true crime video essays.

AFTER THE ROT ;

if you haven't read my post the feel better formula, i rly recommend that u do so that then u can see the how to get out of that rot. but if u haven't read the post i'll quickly go over the points here.

listening to music and dancing

listen to songs that give you dopamine and just songs that you'd feel comfortable dancing to. in the feel better formula post i mentioned that twice gives me lots of dopamine so whenever i need some i listen to their songs.

practicing self care

getting ready everyday has been a game changer for me. even if ur not going out after ur rot just get ready as though you were. get into some cute clothes, practice self care, do ur makeup

a nice long journalling session

my journalling routine is update my diary 2x a week and do a shadow work session 1x a week. but for my longer journaling sessions i'll do an extended shadow work session and journal and get out whatevers on my mind onto paper.

(self care activity + something that engages ur mind + REAL rest + movement + hobby = feeling better).

SOME WAYS TO RELAX ;

sound bath ; sound healing is something that’s been interesting to learn about for me. so the concept of a sound bath is just relaxing and bathing yourself in sound frequencies as a way to relieve stress, healing, and general wellness. 

how i like to do it, is i’ll just look up “sound bath” on youtube and while im stretching or just laying down i’ll listen to it and it’s so soothing! or i listen to these subliminals by i want it i got it and they have frequencies in them so i do that as well. 

at home spa day ; reference this post bcuz it gives a little at home spa day routine.

[achillesisnotcomingdown]

pLEASE give me your diomedes headcanons i just stumbled upon your dio with a dissociative disorder post and THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

I'm so so sorry it took me SO long to reply I uh kinda forgot. Sorry. Here goes the Diomedes posting

-he def got PTSD that lead to (in addition to the dissociation) anxiety but he's very good at pretending everything is fine (he just ignores his symptoms and call it a day.)

-he does not understands hints, if you want him to understand you will have to say it as it is.

- man rly loves sleeping. If he didn't have that many responsabilities he would probably sleep >10h a night + take a midday nap everyday. It rly is his favourite activity in the world.

- we know he swore to avenge to father when he was 4yo and left for Thebes at 14yo- well, ppl (including other Epigoni) told him multiple times that he did not need to come and to honour an oath he took when he was just a toddler- but he has always been very stubborn and for a very long time avenging Tydeus was his main if not only life goal.

- he was a very troubled kid, who got angry and violent very fast. The war rly calmed him down (when he came back his looked like a different person.)

-he rarely ever lies. He's not even a bad liar, but he believes honestly is always the better option.

-he has a pretty good constitution, but not for alcohol. 1 drink and he's zoning out, only a few more and he's sleeping on the table.

-children rly love him for some reason??? He never knows how to act around children and is a little awkward, and yet they always adore him and think he's the coolest person in the world.

[creepswrites]

Hi hi I love your writing so much, could we please have something for the leslie vernon fans 👀

yes omgomg i love leslie so much!! hiiii leslie vernon fans hiiii i hope you enjoy…… i rly see leslie in a VERY Particular way BUT i hope this is still satisfactory for everyone to read :)

LESLIE VERNON x GN!READER (they/them)

SUMMARY: People didn't really understand when you told them you weren't dating. Frankly, the only person who's opinion on your relationship mattered was Leslie's. Everyone else could go fuck themselves.

Leslie was a strange guy.

You’d met him at the nearby library one stormy afternoon when you'd retreated inside to get out of the storm. He'd been in the true crime section leafing through a book you had been meaning to read and the rest was history. The two of you had hit it off instantly, bonding over your shared love of true crime and horror. You became attached at the hip in a matter of weeks, the both of you gushing about the latest reported slasher villain rising or the psychology essays you both needed to write for class. He was your best friend.

Truthfully, neither of you had very many other friends but the sentiment still counted. 

One afternoon, someone had asked you how long you and Leslie had been dating for and the question startled you. You were sitting in class with Leslie and he'd been up late again so you let him copy off your notes. At one point, he'd dropped his head a little to rest on your shoulder and you let him. While you didn't consider yourself a very touchy-feely person, it was different with him.

"So," one of your more boisterous classmates said while everyone was clearing out for the day, "How long have you two been dating?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Y'know. It's kinda obvious, you don't have to play coy about it!" Another classmate chimed in with a less-than-kind smirk.

Leslie didn't say anything and you felt your stomach drop. Too often you'd make friends with guys who were only really interested in dating you and you felt sick with the idea Leslie was like that too.

You were about to make a run for it but Leslie just sighed. "It's not like that, c'mon guys." He lifted his head to give them one of his charismatic smiles. "You should know better than to go assuming that kinda stuff."

Thoroughly embarrassed, your classmates hurried off and you turned to look at him, smiling when he yawned and stretched. "Thanks."

"No need. 's weird people ask," he sighed. "My place or yours? I'm taking a nap either way, if that changes your mind." He said as he gathered his stuff to leave. The two of you packed your bags in a comfortable silence which gave you plenty of time to think.

You'd both just stepped out into the hallway when you grabbed his wrist. "Les..."

"Hm?" He gave you a tired smile.

"I don't have romantic feelings for you." You choked out, unable to meet his eyes. "I don't- I don't know if that changes anything but-"

He cut you off as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't either, babe. Don't sweat about it. People just... enjoy making assumptions about things they don't understand." He tilted his head to watch you smile. "Now. My place or yours?"

"Yours," you sighed, "My roommates'll be home."

So yeah. Leslie was a strange guy. But you liked him that way.

"Do you ever wish we dated?" You'd asked him one afternoon at a mall. The two of you had gone shopping at one of the bookstores and decided to go to the food court for lunch.

Leslie looked up at you with a bewildered expression. "No? Is this a trick question?"

"Yes." You answered honestly, stealing a fry off his plate despite having plenty of your own. "We spend a lot of time together, we cuddle, we've kissed a few times. But you don't seem interested in dating me."

He gave you a curious look and chuckled, covering his mouth. "What, do you want to date?"

You let out a huff, rolling your eyes fondly when he nudged your foot under the table to tease you. "No, obviously not. I mean, you're a sweet guy and I love spending time with you. But it's just..."

"Not like that." He finished for you. You both locked eyes and he gave you a sweet, genuine smile. "I adore you. You're one of my favorite people I've ever known. But 'm not into you like that." Leslie said as he took a bite of his burger. He chewed thoughtfully before nudging you again. "Not opposed to some kinda relationship though. Like, just an us thing, y'know? Not partners or datin' but some third thing?"

It had honestly been a bit relieving for you to hear and you two spent a long time talking about it.

Things changed in the next few days. You held hands walking to class a few times, sometimes Leslie would kiss your forehead or you'd kiss his cheek, and you started staying at his house more often than not.

People didn't really understand when you told them you weren't dating. Frankly, the only person who's opinion on your relationship mattered was Leslie's. Everyone else could go fuck themselves.

Your relationship wasn't strictly labeled since neither of you really cared for it. Some google searches led to you writing it off as queerplatonic and calling it a day. It wasn't romantic but you were emotionally intimate. You cuddled, relied on each other, opened up in a way more typical for romantic partners, and the like.

But Leslie was a strange guy. So, of course, you were both strange together.

You'd never considered him to be the jealous type though.

One day you were sitting in the library taking notes with Leslie sat beside you, hard at work playing on his phone under the table - it was your turn to take class notes since he did it last week - when a girl came over and sat beside you.

"Hey," she said softly, scooting way too close for comfort.

You gave her a wide-eyed stare before going back to your writing. "Uh. Hi. Can I help you?"

She giggled and gave a brief glance to Leslie. "You busy this weekend?"

"Yep," you said in a clipped tone. "Cleaning the turtle tank this weekend. They're overdue."

"Oh, you like animals? That's so sweet." She cooed and it made your skin crawl when she held your arm.

You were going to give some snarky retort but Leslie suddenly draped his arm around your shoulders, accidentally smacking her in the face slightly. "They're mine, actually."

"The turtles or them?" She asked, gesturing to you with an exasperated look shot your way. As though Leslie's antics ought to annoy you too.

Leslie just gave her a tight-lipped smile.

She huffed but kept her sweet facade up. "Well, I heard through the grapevine you two aren't dating. Soooo I don't see what's so wrong about wanting to go on a date with your friend."

"Oh, lots wrong." Leslie said, pulling you closer and making your pencil scrape against the lined paper. If his protectiveness weren't so endearing, you would've been annoyed at him messing up your notes. "First off, I'd advise them not to go."

The girl scoffed, grabbing your arm again. "You're not their boyfriend, you can't decide what they can do."

You knew Leslie well enough that you could tell when he was mad. He wasn't the type of angry who got up in people's faces or screamed at them. No. He got very quiet instead. Quiet and forceful without even raising his voice. It unsettled you sometimes but now, seeing it focused on some annoying, entitled girl, you almost wanted to kiss him.

"I think you should leave." Leslie said, his smile never wavering but grew unsettlingly.

"Make me." The girl shot back, clearly possessing a death wish.

Before Leslie could make a scene, you cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. Your eyes were closed so you couldn't see his reaction but you could hear the girl get up and leave. It didn't feel magical like how movies always made first kisses seem but it was sweet in a different way.

You pulled back when the realization hit you that you were kissing Leslie. You'd never talked about if that was okay or not and you were paralyzed at the idea you'd read everything wrong. You jerked back like you'd been burned and you stared at him

He was staring back with bright eyes and a soft flush to his cheeks that made you feel like puking. "Woah." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair nervously while unable to meet your eyes. "Um. Wow."

"I'msosorry!" You blurted out as you covered your face with your hands. "I didn't know how else to make her go away, I- I thought it was- I'm sorry, we never-!"

He cut you off by cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss. It was softer, sweeter this time, and your hands moved to hold his shoulders to keep yourself upright. His hands held your waist as you kissed and the whole thing felt a little magical. If you two were dating, you'd probably swoon under the attention.

If this were a normal coming-of-age film, maybe this would be the part where Leslie would confess to having always been in love with you and you'd burst into relieved tears and confess back. Or maybe this was more like a charming boy-next-door story where he tells you that he's only ever had eyes for you and you two would become the power couple of your psychology course.

But this wasn't either of those stories. You never liked those kinds of stories anyways.

So instead, you two pulled apart and, miraculously, laughed. It was a quiet giggle-fit, his lips pressed against your temple while you buried your face into his shoulder as you tried to keep your voices down.

"I didn't take you for the jealous type," you mumbled softly into his shoulder.

"Neither did I." He snorted before kissing your cheek. "That was nice though."

You nodded gently, nuzzling more into his neck. "We addin' that to the list of stuff we can do?"

"God yeah." Leslie said with a breathy chuckle. "Didn't think I'd like that as much as I did."

You snorted and kissed him chastely.

Leslie was a strange guy. But he was your strange guy.

[ssho197]

after the new event, xiao takes a liking towards alcohol and drinks

me when i haven’t posted in like a month 👍(i had no motivation and no idea what to write so if anyone has good concepts pls share)

context: diona was trying to make a gross drink in liyue and she makes chongyun and xiao drink it,, xiao ends up liking the drink but ofc he doesnt rly say anything bc he's the king of not communicating with anyone

its rare for xiao to ever like anything especially foods, he only ever liked eating almond tofu because it reminded him of the sweet dreams he used to eat. diona's drink felt like the pain of losing his friends but the tranquility he feels sometimes by the water resting beside wangshu inn.

months had gone by and eating the offerings of almond tofu just don't taste the same anymore. he needs to have a taste of that drink again. he took the long walk back to mondstadt to find diona.

he didn't like how populated and bright mondstadt's city was. he didn't want any of his karmic debt causing chaos to a neighbouring city and making an innocent poor civilian fall ill.

he found the cats tail after watching from the tops of the buildings. upon entering, a small black cat came up to his side and rubbed on his leg. this was rlly sudden to xiao so he froze up but he felt relaxed. the soft pur of the cat eased his tensions (he should go and get a massge or smth i could help w this if yk what i mean)

he asked around for diona and luckily found her after asking only one person. "so ya want me to make you a drink? ugh fine.. but im making it non-alcoholic!"

xiao decided to go up to the second floor to find somewhere to sit, luckily no one was up there,, except some lone cats curled up into balls napping. xiao drank his drink while overlooking the cats tail. there were tcg players thinking hard about their next moves, cats clawing away at vertical scratching posts and drinks being shaken up by diona. xiao would be back soon.

after a few frequent trips to the cats tail, xiao decided to head back to wangshu inn and hoping he would see the traveller (us) again. mainly because he wanted to try alcoholic drinks. he doesn't really understand why people get drunk just to avoid their problems. maybe he would end up becoming like that one day?

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

denji update-

its been rough especially today but since the evening he's been doing better. earlier today he had to go back to the ER cus he was throwing up but the ultrasound came back clear. after that we couldnt get him to show any interest in food whatsoever which the vet warned us is really concering, in such cases he wld need to go back in for iv fluids. he also couldnt lay down by himself.. eventually me n slimbo put him on the bed and after a long nap he was showing appetite again and ate some rice mixed w baby food <3

this is just really intense, i knew it would be & i was dreading it but nothing can rly prepare u to SEE your baby in such paralyzing pain. over something so preventable sigh. (for those who didnt see my post a few days ago my denji golden had to go in for emergency obstruction removal surgery after eating a ziploc bag, i deleted the post cus i didnt want it to start popping up on ppls recommended lol the tone was a little panicky.)

he nweeds someone constantly by his side rn its felt impossible for me to think about anything else the past 3 days. even tho he's slimbo's dog he secretly a mamas boy cus he keeps coming to me for cuddles.. i never talked about him much on this blog for a long time cus i was trying to conceal that me and slimbo r in love but denji feels like my dog too, just as much as pochita does.. he is so fucking other worldly sentient and intuitive we always have these psychic moments. i grew up w goldens so it feels fated to accidentally end up w another one..

my word what a stress. these first few days of recovery r super sketchy as there r a number of things which cld go wrong. absolutely destroying my stomach and my sleep e_e praying i can get some rest tonite now that he's eating and seems a little more relaxed. pochita is being a sweet sister but she really wants to play, she gets so bored without him. poor slimbo is so stressed i really hate when SLIMBO cries.. thats when u know its bad cus slimbo always the serious one. i think it'll b ok now. only a few more days until we're in the clear.

everything will be ok eventually....<3

[hyukalyptus]

nsfw alphabet - me!

i wanna do something super casual, so here's an nsfw alphabet for ME! this is definitely me oversharing about my sex life but whatever i wanna do it.

CW!! WAAAAY TMI about my sex life and preferences. if that makes you uncomfy, skip!! i won't be offended, i totally get it! i'm just doing this so we can giggle together about sex.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) - i need to be cuddled immediately. mostly prefer being spooned and they rub my ass while we take a quick lil cat nap. also love it when they clean me up for me lol.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - on myself, my ass. on others, chests (regardless of gender) or balls on amab obvi. also love moles!! and hair.

c = cum (anything to do with cum) - i feel like im gonna get some gasps for this, but i just don't love cum. IM SRY!! its totally a me thing, a texture mostly. i looOOOoOoOoOOOoove when men cum on my ass/back. like one of my favorite things. like i don't even have to cum myself if they do that (which has happened, i srsly don't mind!), just rly relaxing to me.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - hm...iono...ig i keep my writing secret from most people?

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) - eh. im relatively experienced ig lol. way more experienced w amab than afab. i know what i'm doing for the most part haha. sometimes i rly wanna move my body in a specific way and i can't and that's frustrating, but other than that, i guess im ok?

f = favorite position - missionary! :D

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - i love having fun sex! i'd say i take the intimacy pretty seriously, but i like having fun with trying different positions and finding out what doesn't work and what does.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - i shave once every few weeks and then let it grow and shave again when its irritating me. never bald.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - like i said, i can definitely be super intimate, but i won't lie i'm mega impatient and that just makes me a tad desperate.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon) - i like audio porn best

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) - wax play, roleplaying, butt stuff.

l = location (favorite places to do the do) - the bed by far. couch when im feeling a lil saucy LMAO.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - when im high. or strangely, i get GOIN at museums. idk what tf it is about them. if someone takes me on a museum date, they are gettin some later for SURE. i'm clingy at the museum, holding their hand and touching them, kissing them and i literally need them immediately. idk what it is! and any museum. art, science, history, space, i don't care, they can get it as soon as i step foot in one.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - i don't like being restrained. i love the idea of it, but i can't do it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - definitely prefer receiving. i have so many texture issues with my mouth that it can be difficult for me ngl. like i can barely eat foot a lot of days. i am rly good at it tho ill give myself that!

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - i like starting sensual then working up to a pretty fast pace. im an impatient greedy bottom like i said hmph

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - not my thing. can never rly get off.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - ugh i love experimenting with the right person. i have to feel 100% safe with them to do so, but i love it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - okok i'm a lil embarrassed to admit this but i cum pretty fast. i don't last very long :( i just LIVE for it in the moment ykwim? like i just neeeed it or i'll die iono. im a loser ig. but i usually only go for 1 round. i love the idea of going for multiple, but i'm pretty much ready to snuggle after 1 round.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - i LOVE toys. i use at least one every time i have sex. i love using them on myself, love using them on others. they just make sex better so why not! i kinda don't get the taboo-ness of them? like to me, they're as much a part of sex as condoms ykwim? its just...what i do idk. i particularly love clit toys. this is my current fave. this one is nice but its kinda intense. this one is great for ~beginners~ and its super quiet, a little more on the gentler side.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease) - i like teasing! i find that a lot of guys like edging a lot, so i love playing into that.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - im too loud. i'm quite the moaner and i love saying their name.

w = wild card (a random headcanon) - i've only ever experienced being "cock drunk" twice and both times were MAGICAL. like omfg. one of them, i was high so idk if that counts? but it was amazing. the other time i was fully sober, idk what was going on, guess it was his dick. but since then, i'm completely obsessed with the idea of being cock drunk.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - ooh what would i say! i got nice tits. and a big booty.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - i've got a pretty low sex drive if you believe it or not!

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - i could fall asleep immediately frfr.

[heatlightning-mp3]

okay, culture came in. klebsiella oxytoca. haven't spoken to doctor yet because they're being extremely frustratingly uncommunicative but i also recognize that there wasnt much to be done until the culture came in. should talk to id today and am gonna discuss home health / a midline (just bc im worried about reinfecting a central while actively septic lol but a picc is doable too) so i can do iv abx and fluids at home.

decided not to push it with gi atm, ill worry about it later i think. probably gonna go to an an az hospital that doesnt use mychart since the pica is a part of it all and i can NOT risk that stigma here too it might get me Killed. going to ask about iron infusions bc mine is at severely low now and dropping every day. also gonna ask for the cbc with differential and the blood sugar shit bc i feel like we need the differential for the cbc at LEAST and i need their input on the blood sugar bc that was nearly diabetic ketoacidosis level yesterday lmao 😅

might not get the antibiotic susceptibilities today, sometimes it takes an extra day or two iirc, but while this antibiotic is helping its also the antibiotic i was given last time and didn't work for long so im gonna mention that since its important

neither shoulder will stay in rn, might ask about an xray but not pushing it too much bc its the least of my problems but i could probs at least get an ortho referral.

also gonna ask about cath change bc while thats agonizing esp rn its rly important for trying to keep the infection from coming back due to biofilms

i still can't wear pants rn :/ havent been able to for several weeks atp and only have like two wearable dresses after tearing one of them. need a couple nightgowns bc i dont have much here in oregon but i will Figure It Out lol

overall, very tired, didnt get much sleep bc was wired after nap but waiting to talk to the hospitalist before i let myself knock out bc otherwise i won't be able to hold a convo bc sleep drunkenness lol. mostly just a waiting game at this point, need to tall to id and the hospitalist, pretty bored but cant move around much bc really unsteady. my legs are randomly swollen too which was kind of alarming to notice.

but temp is down! heart rate is my pre-january baseline, blood pressure too, but there's a chance they'll take me off my beta blocker bc it makes my bp pretty low and that always freaks them out esp in the context of sepsis even tho i actually feel better when my bp is on the lower end lol. wbc went up 9 points in like a day or something, as it does, but they didn't do complete blood count with differential so idk what the individual wbcs are. they gave me fluids last night which might be part of the swollen legs bc kidneys are struggling but im happy to be more hydrated lol usually i have to fight sooo hard to get fluids. oxygen is also looking good!

overall still very sick and sore with fun sepsis body aches and the only thing that'll touch it is oxycodone but whateverrrr lol. they'll probably keep me for a couple more days at least, maybe longer which is probably a good thing bc yk recurrent sepsis even if its annoying. i can gladly say that at least the nurses are kind and i hardly even see the drs so that's what matters most tbh

wish i could go deal with the arizona move out today but unfortunately a bit focused on Not Dying atm

but yeahhhhh that's whats up so far. different hospitalist today so im rly hoping they are more communicative and kind - ik this is a big hospital and very overrun but i need to know whats going on, i should not have found out my kidneys labs were concerning enough to be put on a renal diet by the room service staff lmao thats completely unacceptable tbh

but yeahhhhh thats basically whats up! hope everyone is having a good dayyyy 🥰

[trickstarbrave]

concubine au part 8.... part 7 you can find here

uhhhh honestly this chapter is just filth. rly dirty smut ngl. im also still sick so i hope it's coherent but i had fun writing it. and nerevar at least has fun LOL

warning for like. pregnancy talk/kink i guess. but uhhhh thats been happening the last few chapters. not where i expected this to go as a story but okay

--

Voryn was gone for a while, both for the dinner which was as awkward as intended, and for the after dinner mingling and drinks as was custom when you were hosting guests. 

A few hours flew right by, Nerevar napping for most of it. When he awoke, there was food waiting for him that he quickly scarfed down. He had been eating regular meals for a few weeks now with no issues, but part of his mind always savored the food. Too many times Anaryl would punish him with no food for the day, taunting him while he was hungry the whole while. 

Still, the longer he was awake, the more anxious he got. Voryn was gone a while--had he not slept that long? Or had something gone wrong. It wasn’t long until his restless energy had him pacing and frustrated. He wished he was there right now, making sure everything was going to plan and listening in. He’d often attend dinner parties and such, listening carefully to all the gossip and formulating plans. Not doing that left him nervous, nearly shaking with pent up energy and worry.

When Voryn finally came in, Nerevar was more than relieved, even as Voryn immediately sat him down and began fussing over him.

“I told you to rest.” Voryn scolded him, his voice still gentle. 

“I did.” Nerevar replied. “I napped, then I ate…” He sighed. “But I just couldn’t relax after that. You were out there, and I didn’t know what was going on, I couldn’t plan…” 

“Shhh,” Voryn hushed him, “Everything went very well, Neht.” Voryn stroked his cheek, the affectionate and gentle touch helping relax Nerevar. “I can tell you all about it and we can think of a plan together, alright?” 

“I’d… Appreciate that.” Now he just felt stupid getting so worked up over nothing. He knew Voryn could take care of himself, he just didn’t like not knowing what was going on, especially in such a difficult situation they were in.

“Here,” Voryn sat beside him, wrapping an arm around Nerevar. “Just relax for a moment, alright?” Voryn stroked his back through the comfortable sleeping robes he was wearing. “I won’t leave you here if it makes you this anxious, alright?” 

“No, if you need to--”

“If I need to.” Voryn stressed. “I just had you stay here to rest, but I don’t want you to be nervous, alright?” Voryn then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “In the future I’ll try not to mingle with them without you.”

“What happened then?” Nerevar asked, after the shaking in his hands subsided. Voryn said it went well--maybe there was something Nerevar could use. 

“Not much, but I think I sold our little act well.” Voryn explained. “Dres Galar thought he had something to use against me: the knowledge of the birth control you were taking.” Nerevar made a sour face. “He was hoping to use the fact the drug can cause infertility to either make my act slip, or persuade me to ship you back.”

“And what did you say?” 

Voryn glanced away sheepishly. “I… Leaned into the role.” He began. “I figured the best way to approach it would be to give a very… Uncomfortable response.” He then coughed awkwardly. “Make myself seem to be quite the monster absolutely sick with want.” 

“Come on, spit it out.” Nerevar prodded him, smiling slightly from how flustered he was getting. 

“I told him I already knew about the drug and its effects.” That much was the actual truth. “And that I had the healers lie to you and say you were infertile.” Nerevar raised an eyebrow. “I then continued saying I… Intended to use it against you. You wouldn’t know to use protection if you thought you couldn’t conceive, and after you were lulled into a false sense of security…” 

“Oh…” Nerevar’s cheeks were slightly flushed. Certainly, that would be a pretty unhinged thing to say that he didn’t think even Dres Galar saw coming. Still though, it would help further their act. 

If only he could stop thinking about how weirdly arousing it was. 

“Does that sort of talk bother you?” Voryn asked, no doubt concerned given the last time the subject of infertility was brought up Nerevar burst into tears for no reason. 

“Not really,” Nerevar shook his head. “I know this is for our act, and you did really well playing it off like that. It does sell the whole dynamic we’ve made.” He hummed softly. “I think I can even come up with a few ways to play with that little idea you’ve thrown around.” 

“Oh?” Voryn asked. “Already thinking of a new plan?”

Nerevar looked back at him with a sly grin.

“You’ll probably be working in your study again tomorrow right?” Voryn nodded, also grinning slightly back. “And you’ll want your concubine in there, at your side, to admire while you work until you take a break…”

“Go on.” Voryn replied, still rubbing circles on his back. 

“A spy will at least be listening in, no doubt…” Nerevar climbed up on Voryn’s lap now, straddling him as Voryn’s hand trailed lower down his spine. “Wouldn’t it be fitting for a cruel man such as yourself to be fantasizing about it, whispering to your poor concubine how badly you wished I could have your baby… Taking delight in how I had no idea you were going to knock me up eventually?” He was practically purring in Voryn’s ear now, before Voryn’s hand dipped down to Nerevar’s ass now, groping him and earning a low groan from Nerevar’s lips. 

“Naughty little thing…” Voryn whispered back. “That is an excellent idea, isn’t it?” 

--

Nerevar was seated on the lounge in Voryn’s office, eagerly waiting. He was almost giddy with excitement, watching Voryn look over various reports, make notes, write in code, and sign documents. Occasionally they’d make eyes at each other, from friendly smiles to flirty glances, while Nerevar tried to keep himself entertained. But by this point he was barely reading the words, his eyes simply glazing over at the pages of his book, instead fantasizing. He even chastised himself for fantasizing too enthusiastically on multiple occasions, before that too faded as he instead could only think about what was to come.

Then finally—finally—Voryn set all of his papers aside, motioning for Nerevar to come closer. With a feigned sigh of annoyance he got up, moving to climb up onto Voryn’s lap and straddle him once more.

“My my,” Voryn remarked with a smirk, “You’re certainly well behaved today~”

“Just get it over with…” Nerevar groaned, though his hips were already squirming as Voryn’s hand began to slide up his thigh.

“You should know me better by now, Neht.” Voryn kissed gently at his neck. “I love indulging in you far too much to simply get it over with.” Nerevar shuddered as Voryn’s lips trailed down his sensitive neck in hot, wet kisses. He was already excited and trying desperately to keep his reactions under control, but fuck did Voryn make that a difficult task.

Then, Voryn’s hand slid up further, completely missing his arousal and instead rubbing gently at his lower stomach. Nerevar could have whined just from that, instead suppressing it by biting his lip. A spy from House Dres couldn’t see them in the privacy of the office, but they could hear so acting it out mostly would help make the sounds convincing. 

“Mm… Gods,” Voryn nipped at his ear now, making Nerevar hiss sharply. “I wish you were pregnant with my child.” A full shiver ran down Nerevar’s spine hearing that. Voryn sounded so convincing, his voice trembling slightly.

“I can’t--” Nerevar hissed, still squirming, “Remember?”

“I’m so disappointed in you for using that damn drug…” Voryn gave an annoyed sigh. “You could have seriously hurt yourself.”

Nerevar was trying desperately to play along now, wishing more than anything that Voryn was touching him so much more than he already was. The gentle strokes on his skin weren’t enough--they were more teasing than anything.

“Ah…” Nerevar gasped softly as Voryn opened his robes to expose his chest, beginning to kiss down from his throat. “Would you prefer I’d have been forced to have that bastard’s child…?” He was trying his hardest to sound disgusted and annoyed, but that was so hard to manage when it felt so good.

“You know I would have loved any child you had.” Nerevar shivered again at that. “I’m certain any child you could have would be perfect.” His words were honey sweet, like someone talking to a lover, whispering sweet nothings and beautiful little promises. 

“Stop it--” Nerevar groaned louder, before Voryn’s tongue flicked against a nipple. 

“I’d have raised them as my own,” Voryn continued, “So long as I could have you…” One of his hands now slid up the back of Nerevar’s thigh, massaging the muscles. The words were honestly kind of touching, if he thought Voryn actually meant them. Certainly Voryn would ensure the kid had everything he needed, but he’d never go so far as to say Nerevar should have had a child he didn’t want. To keep the act up, Nerevar instead grit his teeth, pushing the warm, fuzzy feelings down. 

“I don’t want a fucking child!” He growled, putting as much venom as he could into his words. “Especially not from that House Dres bastard--!” He channeled all the rage he felt when Anaryl would hold him down, mocking him. However, at his outburst, Voryn’s sharp nails pricked his thighs, digging in just enough that it started to hurt. At the small pricks of pain on his inner thighs he was groaning loudly, somewhere between pain and pleasure. 

“Behave yourself…” Voryn scolded, before his hand instead moved up, slipping past Nerevar’s undergarments to his arousal. His lips then close around a nipple, swirling his tongue around it and the nice, gold studs Voryn had put on him. Nerevar was whimpering now as his lips pulled away, now gently nibbling on the sensitive bud, his fingers only teasingly stroking him. “Gods… You really do get off on me punishing you, don’t you?”

“I don’t--” Nerevar tried to argue, but was cut off with another nip to his chest, a pathetic sound falling out of his lips somewhere between a sharp cry and a choked whimper. 

“Mm… Once again your body is honest…” Voryn purred. “You’re so wet for me…” Two fingers slid inside him, making him gasp and pant with desire, trying to rock his hips back against the sensation. “You were just as wet the first night I took you too… Laid out on my bed in chains, whipped until you could barely struggle, taking every inch of me into this perfect body of yours…”

“Stop it…” Nerevar groaned again. The mental image wasn’t unwelcomed though, all things considered. Maybe it was because he was already incredibly turned on, but the idea of being tied or chained up just for Voryn was also arousing. 

“If I could,” Voryn began, his fingers moving faster, “I’d find a way to cure you. If you don’t want a child from that man, I’m certain you’d love one from me…” Nerevar gripped Voryn’s shoulders tighter as Voryn thrusted against the perfect spot, making his legs tremble. The noises spilling from his mouth were quickly turning to pleasure, as he felt his orgasm coming on. “Oh Neht…” Voryn's voice took on a new tone, this time desperate and sick with want. “You’d look so perfect, heavy with my child…” He moaned softly against Nerevar’s skin, before leaving another mark on his collarbone. “I’d finally have made your body all mine~” 

Fuck, Nerevar was close. So damn close--he just needed a bit more, just a bit more--

Voryn suddenly slipped his fingers out, just as Nerevar reached the edge, earning a loud, angry cry. Still, he had no time to protest as Voryn quickly shoved his back to the desk, pulling his legs open. 

Well, Nerevar hadn’t expected Voryn to actually fuck him on his desk. He thought it would be Voryn taking him on the lounge, or Nerevar riding him on the chair. However this was very welcomed, Nerevar more than eager to part his legs and lick his lips as Voryn quickly began tugging his own robes open and Nerevar’s underwear off. Still, Nerevar wanted to use the freedom he had knowing they weren’t being watched, and slid two fingers down to roll them around his dick as Voryn stripped down to nothing but his inner robes barely clinging to him. He made eye contact with Voryn as he did so, smirking the whole while, before Voryn pulled his hand away and pressed his cock inside. 

“I want every part of you, Neht.” Voryn moaned, giving a few gentle thrusts at first. “I want to have you in a way no one else ever will…” The possessive tone of his voice was only exciting Nerevar more as Nerevar looped a leg around Voryn, clinging to him. “I love your anger, your tears, and every little moan of pleasure that spills from your lips…” 

“Fuck~!” Nerevar groaned. It sounded like a hell of a love confession, one Nerevar desperately wanted to be true. 

“No one else can love you like I can,” Voryn groaned, laying out over his body and pressing messy kisses to his jaw. “No one else deserves you--you perfect, dangerous, intoxicating thing…” 

“Stop talking like that~” Nerevar moaned loudly, despite loving every second of it. “Stop talking like a lover while you--while you do this~” 

“Oh? But I am your lover, aren’t I?” Voryn pressed a quick, messy kiss to Nerevar’s lips. “Mmm~ If I could marry you, I would… I’d make you my husband, Neht~” Nerevar shuddered and whined at the idea. House Dagoth would never allow it; Nerevar was legally a slave in the eyes of the public, barely good enough to warm Voryn’s bed. But gods he’d love to be clothed in House Dagoth’s robes, golden marriage mask on his face, and wedded to Voryn. “I only ever want children from you too…” Voryn nipped and sucked along his neck, as Nerevar felt his orgasm coming on once again. “I’ll pray to the three every damn day in hopes of a miracle--I’d even name your child my heir~” 

He finally came, gasping and moaning under Voryn as Voryn continued to fuck him hard and fast, chasing his own completion. He continued to talk, moaning and whispering the sweetest things in Nerevar’s ears, but he was too far gone in his own pleasure to hear it. Every nerve in his body felt so wonderful, tingling and alight with pleasure. 

“That’s it…” Voryn whispered as he too found release, listening to Nerevar moan once again. “So good for me, taking everything…” He then rubbed back and forth against Nerevar’s cock, making him gasp and tremble. 

“S-stop…” He whined. “I can’t--”

“Yes you can,” Voryn cooed. “Cum for me, Neht.”

“I-I can’t~!” He was trembling, pleasure overwhelming him. 

“I want to make sure my seed takes.” Voryn purred in his ear, earning a long, sharp whine. It was an old wives tale that an orgasm made you more likely to conceive. It was like he was actually trying to knock Nerevar up right now, holding him down, whispering and praising him the whole while, all while Nerevar could feel Voryn’s cum inside him. 

“I can’t--get pregnant…” Nerevar groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. 

“It’s just a little fantasy, Neht…” Voryn whispered. “Just give me this…” Fuck, it was just like the little lie Voryn told to the noblemen from House Dres. That he intended to lie to Nerevar, lulling him into a false sense of security… 

Nerevar covered his mouth with his hand as he came, muffling all the words spilling from his mouth. No doubt it would be incoherent babbling for the most part, but he didn’t want a spy hearing anything they shouldn’t. 

“Good boy…” Voryn whispered in his ear. “Such a good boy for me…” Voryn peppered more kisses on his cheeks as he came down from the high of his orgasm for a second time. “Now, let’s get you all cleaned up for dinner…”

[littledollll]

Omg- okay, i haven’t sent an ask for a WHILE but your post about age regression, omg i feel that. That was me literally last night

(Im pretty sure im the wolf emoji but its been so long i forgot)

-🐺

BABE I DONT THINK I HAVE A WOLF ANON? check the list! Maybe it’ll remind u if it’s one of those? Omg, I hope it’s not my mistake.

No cuz it smacked me so hard like a second ago, I woke up from a nap and suddenly I rly needed to be cared for stop✋ how to tell my own brain I don’t have time for this.

[desire-mona]

SPOTIFY HELLO??????

making my favz playlist and. i think we are due for a punch brothers discovery. because unmmmm what the heck

dude i am SO long overdue for a punch brothers discovery like i desperately both need and want to listen to them but the creeking is eternal. please release me. actually ive been released bc im listening thru a playlist naut made for me (not CURRENTLY cuz heres where the story ends but) but that doesnt count cuz as soon as im done im clicking on goddamned saint.

also! naut! listened to playlist thru my nap and i like it so much u have a rly good grasp on my taste, itll take a few listens thru for more to grow on me but so far i rly like honeybee (was this a cover of the steam powered giraffe song? or was it spg who covered this?) and how many blankets are in the world :3

back to ralphie. brother monty got into the brothers punch earlier this week and said he likes em if thats anything to convince u. also also! afformentioned coworker ben is a certified punch buggy (fan name i came up with a couple weeks ago) and when i asked him where to start he said to start w these albums so here u go