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if i look back, i am lost
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Today's Document
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Noah Kahan
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@404futabanotfound-a-blog
alright everyone! i’ve successfully finished the new not-fucked-over-by-tumblr blog @hyvemind!! which is a permanent url, because i’ve been dying to get my hands on it
i’ll keep this blog up as an archive, but keep in mind that interactions will now be at the url hyvemind
so... follow me there if you still want to interact! <3
i’m trying to make a theme bg in me/diban/g pai/nt and it’s going about as well as you’d expect (attack on futaba under cut)
i’m considering remaking this blog for a few reasons
first off safe mode sucks eggs and i want it gone, i can’t read some people’s rules on this window because of it; i have to go to my other blog that doesn’t have the thing and read it there
second this blog is so messy, i have some tags that are like. the old version of the tag, the new version of the tag, and at least two that have a new new version of the tag because i’m dumb and made a typo
also i kinda want to change my Brand Name but i’m a little scared haha ;;
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
houston we have too many problems | accepting!
"Wah!!" She woke up with a startled yelp. Futaba wasn't sure what happened in her dream, but whatever she was doing must have scared Kinjiro to the point of waking her up."Ugh... I dunno, I must've had another bad dream. It's alright. I don't really remember much of it."
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
houston we have too many problems | accepting!
"I don't feel safe-- Yusuke, I don't--" Futaba choked back a sob, trying to look anywhere but the one who wanted her attention.She didn't want to look! She didn't want to look at anything! She just wanted to go home and cry to herself. This-- Stuff like this was why she refused to go outside for so long!Her luck was just awful, and she just bumped into the wrong person, and he hurt her simply because she was too scared to apologize as he yelled. Tears welled up in her eyes as she uncovered her nose, hand covered in blood. She tried sniffling, but it was futile.Still, she looked at him, trying not to meet his eyes.
📺 (sci-fi, for Futaba's benefit)
[4 am nightblogger voice] what IS a sleepover? | accepting!
📺 - Our muses watch a movie together (scifi)
"Oh, this episode of Doctor What is my favorite! I don't wanna spoil anything, but it's really intense." Futaba wrapped herself in her blanket, an arm snaking out to grab some candy.
inaried:
he was carelessly scrolling through his phone on his bed; just browsing through different american sites that had some interesting articles about non-conventional ways of creating an art-piece. at least, until he was rudely interrupted by a sudden pop up on his touch screen. confused, he figured it was just the website acting up on him – he attempted to press his finger against the small x in the corner, but to no avail. a loud groan escaped him, frustrated. was this the way the american government was spying on their people? who knows. though, this ad seemed a bit… odd. he didn’t quite read through it the first time, but it was already in his native tongue – so this must’ve been something else. upon reading the little virus, he grew concerned. his finger moved to press the word ‘ yusuke ‘ – noting that this was his name, & the pop up disappeared. thankful for his luck, he continued to attempt to read through the poorly google-translated page. only to have another pop-up appear; he felt his brows furrow. this is getting a little aggravating, especially since he just cracked the code on the other one. he wasn’t sure if this was a glitch; or perhaps a certain orange-haired hacker was up to some gimmick. his finger tried to press almost every word & nothing was working, what the hell was happening? pouting in almost defeat, he was lucky enough to have the word ‘ i ‘ be at the end of his fingertip. rejoicing in the fact that he cracked it again, he let a smile curl on his lips once more.
at this point it was almost like a puzzle. when the third one popped up, he was cautious in his choices. so far, it seemed like the hacker wanted to leave a message for the fox; expecting it to have a crude outcome. the next answers went as followed; ‘ have ‘ ‘ a ‘ ‘ confession ‘ ‘ for ‘ ‘ you ‘ – which seemed innocent enough. he concluded that her next few moves would be an insult toward him; he was almost amused at this point. yet; he felt his heart starting to beat against his chest with the next wave of answers; ‘ i ‘ ‘ think ‘ ‘ i ‘ ‘ love ‘ ‘ you ‘ — this had to be a cruel joke. no way would she ever — ever gain some form of feelings toward the artist. after all; she barely tolerated him at times. though… she could have that popular anime trope of being what one would call a “ tsundere “ – which he could understand. biting down on his lower lip in thought, how was he supposed to go about this? did he return these feelings? he dived into the thought in his late night sessions of overthinking - he had realized he had picked up a certain connection with the girl within the past few weeks, but never acted on them believing she’d think he was disgusting. he will admit, he was impressed she attempted to make the first move. that was quite brave of her. his head shook, an amused snort passing through his nostrils as he threw his phone into his pocket, allowing the final pop up on his phone. he had to see her for himself; so he gathered the little money he had to his name, & was quick to catch the next train.
Futaba couldn't function after sending that virus over to his phone. She was a nervous wreck-- She couldn't sit still, nor could she stop trembling. Why did she do that? Why did she make it worse? She ALWAYS made everything worse, and now Yusuke was going to hate her, just like everyone else, but he'd actually tell her that, and-- Futaba rocked herself back and forth on her bed. She wasn't ready, what made her think she was ready? Before she attacked his phone, she left the front door to the house unlocked, because she knew that if she didn't do it then, she'd never pluck up the courage to do it later. She figured she should at least look somewhat presentable, if she was going to do this properly. Thus, she spent whatever time she had getting ready. She even straightened things up in her room, sort of! These things helped calm her mind at the time, but only a little. When she was done cleaning herself and her room up, she had nothing left to do but wait. And to be frank, the suspense was killing her! The redhead continued rocking back and forth, and playing with her hair, and her hands, and honestly just being a wreck in general. That's when she heard the door to the house open. Her mind started screaming. So, doing what any sane person wouldn't do, she rushed into her closet and hid. Maybe Yusuke would go away if he realized she wasn't there. The one problem? She left the door to her room open and forgot to close it.
yusuke is such a patient playmate
' nice voice. ' winks @
sang the sirens a lullaby | accepting!
Futaba was in her room this time, a song playing through the speakers in her room. Not too loud to disturb the neighbors-- Sojiro had gotten complaints about that before, but not too quiet to hear, either.Futaba was singing along, doing some cute poses along with it."I'm flowing with an electricity, the night is filled with thoughts of you!As we move closer to each other eagerly, you know I cannot wait to rendezvous!" Of course, with her luck, someone that wasn't a usual resident would walk in on her doing one of said cute poses."...Ah." She nearly fainted when she saw Yusuke in the back of her mirror. And still, the music kept going. "It's me and you, planning our rendezvous--" She quickly shut off the music, nervously laughing.
"Nice voice."
sang the sirens a lullaby | accepting!
Futaba wasn't aware that anyone was nearby at this area of the park. Maybe she didn't pay much attention to it. Whatever, it was still her fault. She started to sing. Overall, her voice wasn't bad, just hesitant despite thinking she was alone."I'm searching for the different between what content and content can bring.Maybe they're no different 'cuz they look the same, maybe I'm just an algorithm with a given name, but...Trying to find the difference..."That's about as far as she got, though, as she felt a tap on her shoulder and a familiar voice compliment her."Ack!! A-A little warning before you intrude!"
Your muse just caught mine singing when they thought they were alone. Send “Nice voice” for my muse’s reaction to them realizing yours was listening
@inaried
It was a well-known fact that Futaba had an existential crisis at least once per week, if not more. Even still, the past two weeks had been... Rough, to say the least, because the crisis didn't go away. It just got more dire to her anxiety-ridden mind. The thing she was fretting over was less like a thing and more like a person, one that she lovingly referred to as Inari. She was hardly ever in sync with her emotions, and maybe that's what made her worry more than she should. In troubling times like these, what else could she do but make her anxiety worse? Thus, she mostly remained at her computer for a week, slaving away at a code. It wasn't difficult or anything, but she often found herself getting distracted by her thoughts and losing heart. But finally, she finished up the fake virus she was working on; a rather special little thing, packed with so much meaning. The virus was simple: A certain chain of pop-ups would appear on one's phone, and they could only be gotten rid of by tapping a certain word in the phrase. The way she designed the pop-ups made a sentence out of the tapped words. Hopefully Inaru would get the message, but if he didn't, Futaba thought of a lie that she thought would convince him. She'd just say she was playing around with a code and didn't mean to send it. And now, as she hit send, she made a small prayer to whoever would listen. She didn't quite care who, as long as someone was on her side...
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wish i’d heard of that sooner
thank you!
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Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
"Maaaan, isn't Chinese food such a blessing? Myehe... Oh, oh!! Do you wanna open the fortune cookie now?" Futaba grabbed her own cookie, patient enough to at least wait for the other to grab theirs as well.
“#KEEPHARUPURE2K16”
can we unsay some of these things | not accepting
"Uhhh, how tired are you? First, it's 2017, about to be 2018.Second, have you HEARD some of the stuff that comes out of Haru's mouth? Anything but pure.Third, if you're worried I'll taint her... Ok, you're kinda right."
