#note-to-self

[fox-guardian]

"maybe if i dress more boring i'll get gendered correctly by strangers" that's the devil talking

[alanianatkinson]

NOTE TO SELF... BE THANKFUL

The note urges self to think bigger, not dwell on setbacks, to be a source of light for others. Encourages gratitude for life. Alan Ian Atkinson, Writer, Author, Storyteller.

NOTE TO SELF… THINK BIGGER. DO NOT BE UPSET BY ALL THE THINGS THAT HAVE GONE WRONG AND ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE WRONG. LIFE CHANGES BECAUSE YOU MADE THE DECISION TO CHANGE IT. BE THE LIGHT THAT SOMEONE NEEDS. BE THANKFUL FOR ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE RIGHT. ~ ALAN IAN ATKINSONWriter, Author, Storyteller

[someonestrawberry]

saw I trap: hey girlie! this guy is dead. but he has a key in his tummy!! could you get it out to save yourself??

saw traps II and up: preform brain surgery on yourself then eat your own arm then watch your wife be brutally murdered then melt all your skin off with this acid then kill 7 innocent bystanders. you have 45 seconds. now you'll think twice about taking antidepressants.

[allottavabassa]

[My own MCYT watchlist]

Red = Not started Blue = In progress Purple Italics = Completed at least one POV

E-Sekai SMP Evolution SMP Hermitcraft (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) Minecraft SOS New Life SMP Traffic SMP (3rd, Last, Double, Limited, Secret, Real)

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Breakdown by creator:

E-SEKAI SMP →→ Fuyo // Juna // Pochi // Rin // Yuko

EVOLUTION SMP →→ Bigb // Grian // Jimmy // Martyn // Mini Muka // Netty // Pearl // Salem // SystemZee // Taurtis // Tomohawk

HERMITCRAFT 10 →→ Bdubs // Beef // Cleo // Cub // Doc // Etho // False // Gem // Grian // Hypno // Impulse // Iskall // Jevin // JoeHills // Joel // Keralis // Mumbo // Pearl // Ren // Scar // Skizz // Stress // Tango // Wels // xB // Xisuma // Zedaph

MINECRAFT SOS →→ Eloise // fWhip // Jimmy // Joel // Joey // Katherine // Lizzie // Mog // Oli // Owen // Pix // Sausage // Scott // Shelby

NEW LIFE SMP →→ fWhip // Gem // Jimmy // Joel // Joey // Katherine // Lizzie // Martyn // Meghan // Oli // Owen // Pearl // Pix // Scar // Scott // Seapeekay // Shelby

TRAFFIC SMP 3rd →→ Bdubs // Bigb // Cleo // Etho // Grian // Impulse // Jimmy // Joel // Martyn // Ren // Scar // Scott // Skizz // Tango Last →→ Bdubs // Bigb // Cleo // Etho // Grian // Impulse // Jimmy // Joel // Lizzie // Martyn // Mumbo // Pearl // Ren // Scar // Scott // Skizz // Tango Double →→ Bdubs // Bigb // Cleo // Etho // Grian // Impulse // Jimmy // Joel // Martyn // Pearl // Ren // Scar // Scott // Tango Limited →→ Bdubs // Bigb // Cleo // Etho // Grian // Impulse // Jimmy // Joel // Martyn // Pearl // Scar // Scott // Skizz // Tango Secret →→ Bdubs // Bigb // Cleo // Etho // Gem // Grian // Impulse // Jimmy // Joel // Lizzie // Martyn // Mumbo // Pearl // Scar // Scott // Skizz // Tango Real →→ Bigb // Cleo // Gem // Grian // Impulse // Jimmy // Joel // Martyn // Pearl // Scar // Scott // Skizz

[defectivegembrain]

No you cannot fix your entire life at 2am. Go to bed.

[healing-is-cool]

You are going to laugh until your stomach hurts again. You're going to be in awe of a sunset. Watch your favorite show while you eat your favorite food. Find money on the street. Discover a great band you haven't heard of before. You will find your way back.

[moonstoast]

you can hate yourself all you want but the world is beautiful and it welcomes you

[hangsawoman]

[vlastovky]

knuckle tat ideas

FULL BUSH

YAOI YURI

BUTT STUF

SPAM CALL

WARM BEER

GUNK SLOP

FROT TAGE

SELF HARM

LOVE WINS

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. IV: 1944-1947

[cocofetti]

Some of y’all act like basic manners, general human decency, and kindness to others is SO MUCH emotional labor. I don’t like that shit.

[thin-petite-and-toned]

You will feel better when you are thin, not when you are full.

[positivepostoffice]

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[spiralling-spires]

Being jurgen leitner the day that gerry almost killed him was probably really surreal. Imagine you’re minding your business, collecting fucked up books, and out of nowhere this goth guy covered in eye tattoos shows up and beats you half to death, then stops, goes, “no you’re too pathetic to be jurgen leitner” and leaves without further elaboration. And you dont correct him, you like being alive after all, and after that you just… continue with your life. And then several years later you tell this to some random guy in the tunnels you’ve been hiding in, and he not only knows who the goth was, but seems somewhat fond of the goth. And then you get brutal pipe murdered by the random guy’s boss. Oops

[bigfatbreak]

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