#its 5:47am

[otasnox]

transcript of the mgs1 screenplay of the two scenes abt naomi & frank that i've been thinking abt non-stop dude TT_TT long-ish post under the cut bc it has both screenshots of the document & transcriptions of the text itself :)

tl;dr: do NOT rewatch the end of mgs1 looking for a discord status quote. it will not end well. hope this fucks you up as much as it fucks me up o7

-- start image transcripts --

[...]

Snake: Fox, why!? What do you want from me!?

Ninja: I'm a prisoner of Death. Only you can free me...

Snake: Fox, stay out of this... What about Naomi? She's hell-bent on taking revenge for you.

Ninja: Naomi...

Snake: You're the only one who can stop her.

-- next image --

(The Ninja shakes his head, looking defeated.)

Ninja: No... I can't.

Snake: Why?

Ninja: Because I'm the one who killed her parents.

Snake: ...!!

-- next image --

Ninja: I was young then, and couldn't bring myself to kill her too. I felt so bad that I decided to take her with me. I raised her like she was my own blood to soothe my guilty conscience. Even now she thinks of me as her brother...

Snake: Fox...

Ninja: From the outside, we might have seemed like a happy brother and sister. But every time I looked at her, I saw her parents' eyes staring back at me...

Snake: ...

Ninja: Tell her for me. Tell her that I was the one who did it.

[...]

-- next scene --

[...]

Naomi: Snake, it's me...

Snake: Naomi...

Naomi: I heard about my brother...

Snake: I'm sorry... but he had one last message he wanted to say to you.

Naomi: What...?

Snake: He told me to tell you to forget about him and to go on with your own life.

-- next image --

(Snake doesn't tell her what Fox actually said.)

Naomi: (moved to tears) Frankie said that?

Snake: Yeah. He also said he'll always love you...

Snake: Naomi, your brother just saved you, me, and the whole world.

Snake: He fought with every ounce of strength in his body.

Naomi: Maybe... maybe now he's finally found some peace.

Naomi: He wasn't really my brother anymore... Ever since he fought with you in Zanzibar he's been like a ghost.

Naomi: A ghost looking for a place to die...

(Naomi cries for a little.)

--- end image transcripts ---

(div)

red text - quotes i used for the title of the playlist

blue text - quotes that just fuck me UP dude.

purple text - see above but like. the best of the best (or worst of the worst, depending on how you see it)... the ones that feel like a punch to the gut

[ihave-atummyache]

i was never there

bang chan one shot/imagine

SFW but some allusions to NSFW activities.

toxic relationship! toxic!chan toxic!reader

summary: to everyone’s disapproval, you and chan just cant seem to leave one another alone.

1.2k words

Chan knows that the two of you breaking up was for the best. Your relationship was unstable and toxic, borderline obsessive. You both had become distant from important things in your life because all you cared about was each other.

If he knows that then why is he feeling so guilty about having someone else in his bed? Why does he feel guilty that it isn’t you in some foreign country with him instead of some girl he met at a bar? Why has he only been able to write the worst heart broken lyrics that he has ever thought of?

Despite his better judgement, after his hookup leaves, he sits up and grabs his phone. He unlocks it and instantly opens social media, hoping that you had posted something, posted anything, just so he could see your face.

He feels like he’s going crazy. He checks your social media at least 10 times a day. He doesn’t care if he’s the first view, he just needs to see you. He opens your profile and sees you posted a story and of course he opens it.

13 s ago

He chews his bottom lip as he analyzes the photo you had posted. It looked like you were having brunch and mimosas but that isn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was the fact that there was somebody sitting at the seat across from you.

There was another plate and another glass but the chair was empty, something you had purposely done to try to maintain your privacy, he assumes.

Maybe it’s the drinks he had earlier in the night or the post nut high but something makes him open his texts and message you, despite every fiber in his brain telling him not to.

Who are you with?

Why would he say that? Now he probably looks insane. But your response is almost instant, not even a minute later.

it’s almost 5 am over there. why are u up?

He chuckles at his phone. You’re right, it’s 4:47am where he is but he can’t help his stomach doing a flip at the thought that you know exactly where in the world that he is. It makes him feel slightly less crazy that you seem to have been watching him just as much as he has been watching you.

Keeping tabs on me now? He types the message and sends it before he thinks too much about it. This is the first time the two of you have talked in almost a month and he feels like he’s getting an adrenaline high.

Chan stands from the bed and heads to his bathroom before turning the shower on and staring at his phone as he waits for the water to heat up.

ik YOU aren’t talking about keeping tabs on anyone. somehow you see everything i post within a minute of it being posted. care to explain? He can sense your sassy attitude through the screen and smirks down at his phone.

I can’t miss you?

Risky. Risky reply and he knows it but its all or nothing at this point.

He sends the message before he can think too hard about it. He sees you’re typing then the bubble disappears. This happens a few times before he finally decides to get into the shower.

A few countries away, you’re staring down at your phone, debating how you should reply.

“I fucked up,” you glance up at your coworker, a new friend that you had made. She had listened to you rant and rant about your ex boyfriend and it had actually brought the two of you pretty close.

“What happened?” She raises an eyebrow at you as she takes another sip of mimosa. you let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair before sliding your phone across the table to her. She reads the messages quickly before shaking her head in disbelief.

“He is fucking insane. Are you going to reply?” her words linger in the air for a minute before you grab your phone and read over the messages again.

“Should I even reply? This is so toxic. I’m feeding into him. Fuck!” You drag your hand down your face, frustrated and the waitress returns to your table at the perfect time.

“Can we get another bottle of champagne?” You ask with a polite smile and she nods before walking away.

“Y/n, it’s 11 in the morning,” your new friend eyes you from across the table and you shrug.

“I’ve officially been driven to drinking. I just need to get drunk and then I’ll go home and fall asleep then I’ll wake up and text him back,” you nod at her and she chuckles but lets you continue drinking anyways. Your phone vibrates again on the table and you flip it over, Chan had texted you again.

“What did he say?” Your friend already knows who it is without you having to say a word. You lean forward and unlock your phone and your heart drops at the message.

Baby, I need you. I miss you. Come to the show in Seoul.

You choke on air and start coughing before sliding your phone to your friend so she can read the messages. Her jaw drops and just as she hands your phone back, a notification pops up at the top of your screen; an incoming call from ‘Christopher Bahng’.

Without thinking you answer the call, excusing yourself from the table and stepping onto the patio, right next to your table so your friend can still see you.

“Chris…” you breathe his name out, it feels like a stab to your chest when you hear him let out a breath on the other side.

“I’ve missed hearing you say my name. I miss you so much, baby. Did you see my message?” His voice is slightly slurred over the phone and you recognize the influence that alcohol probably has over this entire interaction but honestly, you don’t even care.

“I saw it. Chris I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. I just need to see you. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I don’t get to hold you soon,” his voice is desperate and you can hear how overcome with emotions he is.

“We aren’t together anymore. This is exactly why. We aren’t healthy for each other, baby. You know that,” the nickname slips from your mouth like a habit and you immediately gulp when you realize what you said.

“I don’t care. I don’t care about anything if you aren’t at my side,” his confession just further nails it into your head that the two of you aren’t good for each other. You chew on your lip, pulling your sweater tighter around yourself.

“Fine.” Before you realize it, you have agreed to see him, just one more time. This will be the final time, your final goodbye.

Or the cycle will start over and you’ll be back in the endless toxicity that you two have been in for a long time.

“God, I love you so much, y/n,” his voice is raspy and you can tell he’s getting tired.

“I know, Chris. Send me two tickets so I can bring my friend since you ruined our brunch,” you chuckle and you hear him laugh on the other end.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies and you feel your phone vibrate, probably the notification that he just sent you the tickets.

[09lover]

its 5:47am i think i shoild sleep

goodnighg

[aropride]

following me simulator ⬇️

aropride Feb 30 2023 - 05:14am • 1 minute ago

Dude itsfuckig 5am ihave to go to bef goodnight #maybe inthe mornig i wontwant to kill myy self #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 04:41am • 34 minutes ago

aaaaouuuhgh. blorbo . from my shows #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 04:12am • 1 hour ago

#mewhen my actions have consequences .. crazy shit #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 03:51am • 1 hour ago

oh god it will never get better huh it will really never get better i will feel like thisf orever asnd ever #one of those nights #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 02:47am • 2 hours ago

i loveeeee fanfic like yes.pput those guys in a situation #put those GIRLS in a situation hashtag feminism #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 12:03am • 4 hours ago

how to fill the mother shaped hole in my heart easy cheap free #Please #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:57pm • 4 hours ago

i fucking hate writing #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:29pm • 4 hours ago

Itsliterally like #text #in ptsdworld .crazy in here

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:13pm • 5 hours ago

go here https://open.spotify.com/track/5HLVrG3xcuAQVwB65hI1GU?si=691b96a8b10345cc #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 6:29pm • 10 hours ago

like i should honestly drop out i really dont know what im doing in college anymore when i cant evenfucking do any of the work and it makes me want to throw my self out a WINDOW for real but also i cant cuz i cant work a fucking job id genuinely rather die . so its likewhat do i do now lol. WAIT I CANT EVEN DROP OUT IM ON SUSPENSION. im going to fucking kill my self #text #suicide tw

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 4:17pm • 12 hours ago

the world is so fucking beautoiful. saw a tree today. a bird as well. do not EVER fucking kill your self what if one day its 69º and sunny out #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 3:42pm • 12 hours ago

just had such a good sandwich #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 2:31pm • 13 hours ago

im so fucking scared #text #get me out of here (my brain)

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 12:19pm • 15 hours ago

to do list: finish writing , sew , pet dog, shower, schedule psych appt, take meds #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:37am • 15 hours ago

goodmornig -_- #i want 2 go back2 bed imstill eepy #text

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[gales-boyfriend]

good morning everybunny its 5:47am and i am so sleepys but its my first day of class today im so scared !!!!

[cambria-writes]

my prompt for you is: orange light!! good luck deciphering that!!

it took a few days but as soon as you said orange light i knew exactly what i wanted to include and what i wanted this to be about. this is actually a very personal and emotional piece for me, so i actually do hope you like it!

i even put this through two spell checks and a grammar check, so i made a genuine effort!

title from a novel by andré aciman called 'plus tard ou jamais', which means 'later or never' in french.

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐨𝐮—

pairing: male!oc x gn!nameless!oc (barely tbh) rating: t cause i think there's swearing? warnings: nothing really, dreaming, revisiting the past, talking about feeling safe, mention of chronic illness, bitching about climate change the heat, this is just a vent piece where my boyfriend catches me at the end that's it lol

masterlist

It’s too hot. It’s been too hot for three days.

The air conditioner is barely providing any relief. In this heat wave, it would probably take three 18k BTU units to satisfy me. It’s horrible; everything is damp, everything smells like humidity and AC condensate. Every 5 hours, I have to force myself up and away from whatever I’m doing to haul The Bucket—used to be used with the mop, but since last summer, it’s exclusively used to collect the condensation from the air conditioner—to the bathroom and back again.

My fingers hurt. My head hurts. My back feels like it’s been twisted out of and back into shape too many time. Misshapen, I feel misshapen.

It’s 3:47AM and I’ve been on my back on my bedroom floor for... too long. Feels like forever, but I know it’s only been half an hour. But there’s nothing to do; I’m in between jobs, I did all the laundry in a bout of mania last night, the dishes were cleaned after I made myself dinner earlier...

There was a time when I would have known what to do with myself in a situation like this. Would have had a list of things that I could easily do whenever I happened to have the time for them. That list is long gone, though.

Maybe it's with my motivation; eloped, and forgotten about. Good for her.

Beneath me, I feel the old wooden floor shake when a loud clap of thunder sounds outside. Ah, finally, I think, something to cut through this wretched humidity and maybe return some sense of normalcy to my life. I pat my hand around on the floor to find my phone, but when I pull up the weather forecast, it’s grim.

92% humidity for tomorrow and yet more thunderstorms.

Carelessly throw my phone in the general area of the head of my bed. Miserable, this is absolutely miserable. I can’t go out like this; ten minutes in that kind of heat and nevermind heat exhaustion, I may as well just go straight to the nearest hospital for the inevitable heat stroke I’d be suffering from.

From its new place, probably half under a pillow from the sound of it, my phone dings. Probably another email to tell me that though my candidacy was appreciated and my résumé was impressive, they’ve gone ahead and hired someone else for the position.

Someone who was asking for a lower salary, probably.

Miserable.

The amount of motivation required to get myself on my feet again is gargantuan. But at this rate, I’m never going to sleep, and I’m not going to do anything productive. So I shuffle to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, pull open the mirror door, and pluck the bottle of melatonin from its shelf.

Mm. No. Put it back and grab the THC gummy bottle next to it instead. That’ll do. I only grab and pop one in my mouth to chew; I made the mistake of taking two once and only once, and I would rather lick the underside of my shoes than do that again.

I don’t both to get under the covers when I let myself fall into bed. Limbs akimbo, staring up at the ceiling, I wonder. I wonder what my life could be like if everything didn’t have to be so... this. There’s a bitter kind of resignation that sank in year ago, when my then-fiancé simply ghosted me the night before our trip to Japan.

Shit always happens. And sometimes who you are matters.

The light-headed feeling from the edible starts to sink in. I should’ve just grabbed a beer from the fridge. Or maybe made myself a rum and coke. I’m always a happy, sleepy drunk.

Forgot that I tend to get too pensive and subsequently high when I’m too baked.

Ah, god dammit.

My eyes feel dry and sore. I feel so much more exhausted than when I fell asleep. At least, I think I do. I don’t remember falling asleep. I definitely don’t remember falling asleep outside, out on the grass. But the feeling on my exposed arms and legs is unmistakeable.

Freshly cut grass that will undoubtedly make me break out in hives.

I remember this place so clearly. It’s the playground behind my old elementary school. When I sit up and twist to look around, there’s a swell of something in my chest. Some unknowable emotion that’s probably an amalgam. The unkept field is still there, and so are the woods behind it. They flattened it all out and made condos there years ago.

So this is definitely a memory, then. Probably of one of the fundraiser spaghetti dinners they would do a week or two before school let out. If I look out to the softball diamond, there’s a mountain of old wood and pallets for the bonfire that would happen later.

There’s only me here, though. There isn’t the tell-tale chatter of parents by the doors, no shrieking children, no firecrackers. I remember, being freshly eleven years old, looking at my friends and the setting sun and thinking, yes, I need to remember this. This is a moment I’m going to need to remember, someday.

Basking in the setting sun, it’s easy to understand why. Despite the lack of people, I can still smell the industrial quantity of spaghetti sauce simmering in the cafeteria kitchen. The heat isn’t overbearing; it feels comfortable, actually. I remember getting a rash on my arms and legs from the freshly cut grass. The small scar on my forehead left there by a burning ember that got blown my way.

The sun never sets, here.

Through closed eyes, I notice the shadow falling over me.

"Go away," I say quietly. There’s no bite in my voice—no one who would be here would be anyone I get angry at. "I’m trying to nap."

A scoff. Then, "The chronic fatigue doesn’t hit for another..." A brief pause, for contemplation, I suppose. "Seven years."

I shrug as nonchalantly as I can. But I recognize that voice. I didn’t know that voice when I was eleven. Wouldn’t get to know it for a few months still. I sigh anyway and prop myself up on my elbows. I keep my gaze ahead when I open my eyes. I don’t want to know which version of him is here quite yet.

"Why are you here, Michael?" I ask, leaning heavily on my hands. I let my eyes flit from window to window, pausing on the windows I know look into the library longer than the others. I can just barely make out the diaphanous curtains my mother hung over one of the couches. The sheer fabric almost glistens in the orange glow.

"I show up whenever you need a reminder," he answers as he takes a seat next to me. Our shoulders are touching. He nudges my arm with his elbow. "What have you been forgetting?"

I can’t help but laugh. What have I been forgetting? Is that a joke?

"Everything," I grunt, scooching back a bit to lean forward and pull my legs up. "A lot."

Michael chuckles good-naturedly next to me. I missed—miss him. I miss him.

"Shooting stars, sib," he whispers, and I can feel the warmth of his fingertips when he starts to dig them into the nape of my neck. "You’ve forgotten that we’re shooting stars."

All at once, my eyes burn and my nose feels hot and itchy. I reach up for the hand at the back of my neck and bring it to my cheek instead. A thumb awkwardly brushes away the first tear to fall.

"I love you though," I manage to choke out. Look up at the sky like that��ll help my eyes dry out. "I haven’t seen you in forever. Did you get married? Do you have kids? Do you..."

Michael’s thumb stills on my cheekbone. I can feel him leaning in closer.

"...do you even think about me at all?"

Micheal sighs and I feel him rest his forehead against the crown of my head. His breath feels warm there, too. I can hear him inhale to answer, but I rush to speak first.

I don’t know if I want to hear his answer.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not having been a better friend to you. I called you a brother, called you family, but I—"

"It’s fine," Michael cuts me off, gently,quietly. Pulls his head up off mine and his hand away from my cheek in favour of wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in. "We were young and stupid. You couldn’t have known. It’s not like anyone was helping."

"You did," I counter, a bit more petulantly than I’d like. "Even if you just let me get passionate about things, you—I didn’t get that from anyone else. You made it safe to like things."

Ah. There it is, isn’t it. Michael’s laughter is still so wonderfully soothing. A perfect combination with the warmth of the setting sun. The sound of his voice like perfume in the air, sparkling and sweet.

"Yeah," Michael says eventually,giving my shoulder a quick squeeze before letting go to lean back and get a better look at me.

I forgot I didn’t want to look. He’s got the braids in, like I’d done when we were kids. Otherwise looks just like he did last time I saw him nearly a decade ago; smart, dark slacks, a button-up with the sleeves rolled up with no tie in sigh, shoes shining like his eyes. I can't help but reach a hand out for his own face—to feel the thick beard he’s growing, run a hand through the hair I’d straightened and braided and put flowers in.

"He’s done a great job too, y’know," Michael says, looking away with a smirk. He doesn’t take my hand away where it’s brushing back hair at his temples. "Your husband, I mean."

"We’re not..." I start, but trail off. We’re not actually married, which doesn’t feel fair. "Yeah," I settle with. "He does, despite it all. Despite everything."

When Michael turns back to look at me, it’s a boy, and I find us sitting in his mother’s basement, on her dark green leather couch. The outro to Fortier is playing on the TV.

"He’s not the only one," Michael says, and it’s strange to hear an adult voice come from such a young face. I remember feeling that way after his voice changed over summer break in 9th grade, too. He turns to look back at the TV, but grabs the remote on the couch arm closest to him to turn it off.

I can hear his mother talking to his younger brother upstairs. I hear plates being taken out of a cupboard and pots and pans being moved.

"You were always welcome, you know," Michael says, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. His fingers just barely reach my hair to play with it. "Mom worried about you like her own."

"I felt that," I laugh, quiet and airily. "I just never wanted that kindness to be revoked."

"Dinner’s ready!"

"Come on," Michael urges me to stand up. "She made shepherd’s pie just for you."

The smell of a fresh, home cooked meal lingers in my nose when I wake up. It’s a slow process; I eventually remember that I fell asleep, and work carefully to unstick my clammy limbs from the floor beneath me.

"There they are," I hear next to me, and I can only muster the energy to hum in acknowledgement. "Floor comfier than the bed?"

"F’koff," I mutter, rolling over on the side before pushing myself up. Rub a hand down my face when I taste salt on my lips. Sniffle a few times while running my hands through my hair to try and loosen up some of the knots.

I can still feel the hand on the nape of my neck.

"Bad dream?"

I shake my head. "No, not bad, just..."

"Hmm, just maybe a bit too much?" When I don’t answer, my boyfriend—husband?—crouches by me and guides me to my feet with patient hands. Brushes the hair out of my face and kisses my forehead before pulling me in. A hand at my lower back and the other on the back of my head until I let my forehead rest against his shoulder.

"It’s okay," he whispers, kisses the top of my head. "We’ll go to sleep and you can tell me all about it in the morning."

"Even if it’s ab—about Mike?" The question is out before I can think better of it. He exhales like it’s funny.

"Obviously."

When I wake up again, the sun filtering through the thin curtains above the bedroom window make everything look like molten gold. The dust in the narrow sunbeams coming through look like glitter. Boyfriend pressed up against my back, his nose pressed against the top of my spine, a leg between mine, and a hand curled over my stomach.

I want to tell Michael that he’s right. Despite everything, I do feel safe, here.

I won’t know until I’ve had breakfast and I’ve gone down in sleep shorts and an oversized Five Finger Death Punch shirt that definitely doesn't belong to me, with a coffee mug in hand, that there’s a wedding invitation waiting for me in the mail box.

[babygirlsincars]

waaah thank you @hrhgeorgerussell for tagging me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ur always so sweet

name: David or Space. Second one is my online nickname but I've been going by David on tumblr since I got it afdsgd

sign: taurus sun, pisces moon, cancer rising. I just say taurus usually

time: 8:47am I woke up about 47 minutes ago

favourite band / artist: ...... okay it changes a LOT. Always will be a fan of Mitski, Ricky Montgomery, Wilbur Soot, Liana Flores, The Strokes, Ado, Nqrse, Maneskin, you get the idea. More recently though I've been getting into David Kushner a lot.

last movie: tmnt mutant mayhem 🥺 so good

last show: on my own volition? idk..... watched the amazing race canada with my sister last night tho

when I created this blog: a couple of months ago?? i think??

other blogs: @neoncat666 is my main and i'm like decently more active there but like depends on the day

do I get asks: not so much on this blog no

followers: love all 24 of you tho i wish it was 25 so it was a nice number LMAO

average hours of sleep: recently its been between 5 and 6 hours due to work being at 7am but sometimes i sleep more

instruments: had to learn guitar and recorder in school of course. I've always wanted to learn piano and violin (was supposed to learn violin but covid hit) but I don't really have the hands to play piano :(

what I'm wearing: Maid dress.... I was testing to see how the petticoat sits when im in a chair and then. got distracted

dream job: mechanical engineer or photographer :'3 two very different jobs. I'm currently working on going to school for mechengineering

dream trip: Japan. has been my dream trip since I was a little kid. Germany, Italy, and the UK are close seconds though. (Also my coworker keeps recommending me places in France to go to?)

favourite song atm: MON23 by charles feels like a copout rn cause yeah but other than that maybe Viewing of the Astronomical Ellipses (Opening Comments: Dr. Hickenlooper) from the Asteroid City soundtrack, Nights Like These by Pigeon Pit, or The Milk Carton by Madilyn Mei

I don't really know who to tag so feel free to do this and say I tag you yeah ;3

[gayforjuza]

Documenting 2022-2023 winter snowfall via pictures of my grill

rules: dont use this to stalk me , and dont shit on my grill 👍

first snow of the season, November 13 11:47am i like the bird feets in the snow

second snow, november 14 9:52 am

THE BIG ONE! november 29 2:36pm

a lot of snow from the big one was still here but it snowed again here December 19, 4:12pm

this blizzard was crazy and it fucked up everyones christmas plans the weather ppl were like do not. go anywhere. December 23,11:06am

January 21, 10:28am

this was part of a series of like 5 pics i took to document the snow melting but i cant put them all here so im just putting this one from the end of the series as a representitive February 5, 4:26pm

this snow immediately melted February 20, 10:00am

and now we r caught up, i took this one yesterday but its supposed to snow for 2.5 days and be like 2 feet of snow by the end of it so we might end up with The Big One 2.0 February 21 5:34pm

[avidtrader]

When Should You Diamond Hand a Stock?

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[andrewtheprophet]

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[heirofgreen]

This tumblr is now my diary so readers beware of it being sad n cringe it’s a diary now so like.. that’s just part of the experience. Imagine 2014 tumblr angst but I have dyslexia and ADHD so it’s poorly written. ✨✨

Might get a lil dark in there? TW: for talking and negs of invisible disabilities

Three Peas and Invisible Disabilities

01/10/2024

4:41am

It’s technically Jan 10th 2024, but I haven’t slept so it feels like the 9th or the 8th or the 7th or it’s 2019 or maybe 2010 and I’m nine and curled up under my covers asleep. This is all a dream and I’ll wake up and start my real life soon. The life I wanted when I was nine. I know very melodramatic, but it’s 4:47am now so cut me some slack. I’m awake cause of ANOTHER migraine. Surprise, surprise.

That’s what they don’t tell you about invisible disabilities, you can’t see them either. They creep up on you slowly and you hear the floor creak and a brush across your neck, tingles of pain flick through your hair right down into you’. But you ignore all of the signs cause who wants to deal with all that’s at 4:49 in the morning when you haven’t slept?? Maybe it’ll just go always this time you think? (it won’t) Then all of a sudden surprising no one (accept you cause you’re always a little surprised) the invisibility cloak is ripped off and you realize you’re in so much pain you CAN’T ignore it but some how you do?? Because it’s 4:50am and you can’t be bothered to deal with your fucked brain, so it’ll just have to stay fucked because it’s to much work to get meds right now and you just want to sleep.

Ugh, it’s exhausting trying to gaslight yourself into being healthy. Sleeping would probably help with that but you’re in to much pain to sleep. Chicken and the egg sitch you know? Anyways.. I hate my brain and how it hurts all the time. How I can’t dance because of it. How I had to take MEDICAL leave from college cause you can’t go to school and dance 30 hours a week with constant migraines. I’ve lost a part of myself I might not get back. And I’m so angry about it. SO angry. I want to yank the invisibility off my body and see the pain physically there. I want to stare at it. I want to rip the pain out of my scull and stomp on it! Squish is, tear it apart with my teeth. I want to scream all the time at the top of my lungs. Sometimes I do.. highly recommend 10/10 experience.

It’s 5:06am now. I have so far I have successfully avoided pain meds due to my unwillingness to get out of bed. I’m nothing if not stubborn. Instead I’m rambling into my notes all cause if I don’t I’ll tell someone what’s happening and freak them out and it’s not worth it sometimes you know? My family is supportive and loves me but also has so much going on all the time. They can’t always deal with me. That sounds bad but it’s very human of them (not in a bad way.) It’s not that I think they wouldn’t want to help you know? It’s that sometimes helping me actively hurts them, but they do it anyway. I hate that they do that, even when I need them to. So yeah this one I can deal with myself. Just me and my depression, migraine, and notes app. Three peas in a pod.

Its 5:31 and I’m almost asleep thank god. Head is still shitty but sleep will help (prob) and I must sleep so I can awaken and pet my cats fuzzy heads. Very important business.

[elijahkelly]

9/22/2023

I am so tired of being the universe's punching bag.

It's 5:47am. I'm sitting at the front desk at work, trying to come up with ways to pass the next two hours. I figured I could just write what I'm thinking and feeling.

I have recently uncovered buried trauma. Apparently I've had deep-rooted abandonment issues over some junk that happened in middle school? Nice.

I had a best friend (we'll refer to him as K) who I did everything with in grade school. We were in almost every class together, inseparable. In fourth grade, we got a new student (we'll refer to him as B) in our class, who my friend and I befriended. The three of us were inseparable, and we stayed that way for a long time. However, over time, K and B got a lot closer. They would hang out together outside of school, their parents met and became friends, etc. I had never even spent the night at someone's house at this point, and my two best friends were constantly together without saying a word to me. In fifth grade, we had a talent show, and K, B, and I had planned to do some sort of group performance of some kind. I was very excited to be included. Then, without notice to me, suddenly K and B were doing a different performance, and it only required two people. I had to sit in the audience and watch them do their performance, then I had to proceed to watch them win a trophy for it. I had repressed my frustration for so long to not make anyone upset that my brain just forgot to be upset about it.

My relationship with Ozzy and Trent has its moments where it parallels my relationship with K and B. Like I said before, there is no limit to how close they can be, but there IS a limit to how close I can be with them because of my relationship with Dylan. I wouldn't trade Dylan for anything in the world, but I am constantly reminded that Trent and Oz have a connection that I cannot have with them. Thinking about that or seeing them being overtly close and affectionate takes me back to those abandonment issues and I freak out. It's so ridiculous because I know they love me and they know I love them, but I'm scared to lose them.

God I need counseling.

In other news, my position as Media Director for my university's LGBTQ+ advocacy organization was terminated on Wednesday. That's a whole ordeal that I don't think I've mentioned yet.

Essentially, my job was to run the social media and create the flyers for events hosted by the organization. I was elected for the position and very excited to hold it. Before this semester started, we had a meeting to discuss when our weekly meetings would take place. Someone suggested Wednesday nights at 7pm, and I told them that I work on Wednesday nights. They still decided to schedule the meetings for Wednesday nights at 7pm. Cool. After missing the first two weekly meetings because of the job that I told them about, I received a formal email from the organization president warning me that I need to attend meetings or my position on the board will be terminated. I told her that I am scheduled to work Wednesday nights and that I had said that when the topic of weekly meetings first came up. I was then told that they had no record of me saying this, and I was given one week to get my work schedule changed. Luckily I was able to switch my Wednesday shift for Tuesdays. That next Wednesday, I attended my first board meeting. Before the meeting got started, I was pulled into a side office by the president. She told me that I am not showing dedication to the organization in the way that is expected of a board member. I was placed on a two week probationary period. Frustrated with the whole situation, I just elected to work harder and do better. I made multiple flyers for upcoming events, interacted with other campus organizations on social media, anything I could to show that I cared about the position. One of our big upcoming events, the welcome back barbeque, was coming up, so finalizing details were being put on the flyer so it could be ready to post and distribute. I had worked really hard on the flyer and was excited to post it and show my effort. That's when a message was sent into the board group chat. This message contained an image of a completely different flyer for the barbeque that I didn't make. Someone went behind my back and did my job, and I was pissed. That in itself made me want to write my resignation letter. But I just decided to breathe and move on, because holding the position was important to me. Then, another new flyer appeared for a different upcoming event. An event for which I had already finished a flyer. I was irate at this point. I made a note to mention it at the next board meeting. Flash forward to this past Wednesday. I had been having a particularly horrible day, anxiety through the roof, and I told the board I would not be able to make it to the meeting because I was having a rough mental day. No one responded to me. Instead, I received an email shortly after, stating my termination from the board. Not only that, but the decision for my termination was by unanimous vote. Everyone on the board agreed that I was done. That sucked.

Things have been pretty rough lately. I'm having to up my Prozac dosage because my anxiety has been overpowering me lately. I'm constantly high to stop myself from feeling the reality of everything that's been going on. I'm failing a class. $1600 in credit card debt. No passenger side mirror on my car. Haven't seen my family in months. I'm so tired. I feel like I'm in a gray area of existence right now.

Anyways, if you're reading this I hope you're well.

Bye for now.

[mongoose-king]

//slams self onto ur dashboard

hey. Im going camping. I should be asleep rn bc its 2:47am and my alarm is set for 4:30am to leave at about 5:30am

but I dont give a fuck, I'll sleep in the truck.

gonna be going dark for ~2 weeks (until august 24th)

yall know the drill. want me to see a post or smth? send it to me. (bonus if its some COD MW stuff UwU the brainrot is BAD yall)

if you got me on discord feel free to still send me schtuff just be aware I will only be responding when Im in town and have cell reception lmao bc I truly barely can even text up there kjhgghjk

okay carry on

//rolls off ur dash

[wulfensteine]

Welcome to “Bea’s Nest”

5/27/2023 - 2:47AM

I’m going to be using this blog as a journal for my gardening/farming journey, so far all of my updates for other topics had ended abruptly after following out of love for them, computer science, english, etc. I’m not sad or anything I know my interest change drastically, but gardening has a more physical effect on me compared to these subjects that I spoke of. One of the many reasons that I started gardening so late (basically this week) is because of my dad. He took up space and I just completely avoided these areas because of the horrible relationship I have with him. Though on a better note its’ been two years since he left and I’m just now recovering and feeling better, the years of abuse and emotional damage feels kind of lifted already for the better. My hope for the garden is to reclaim the space that lost over the years.

I feel like every farm has a cute name and I wanted the same with mine, it kind of feels like Stardew Valley. I think giving it a name will change how I look at it and personalize the space. It will be Bea’s Nest!! Obviously, because of my dog Bea plus a bees nest.

I will be focusing on mostly urban farming--the use of raised beds and grow bags will be my main source of growing crops. I will be actively learning as I go, and with that I will be writing it down on this blog, so if you do follow whatever tips I gather do take it with a grain of salt because this is mostly for me. Though I will go back and fix or talk about it if it does come up. I want to also preface that I’m growing really late, it’s currently 5/27 and I just got tiny seedlings like mint, green onion, celery, etc. I’m following the Zone 8 farming schedules and I’m very behind. I hope to establish my beds around the June-July months and plant during the August season where you start cabbage, beets, lettuce, carrots, etc.

[okfemmes]

How to choose the right plastic windows so that it doesnt blow and its warm: 5 nuances

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