#aboutme

[puffmais]

Duang & Qin peck kisses — Duang With You The Series.

[magicmushrooms2323]

About me!!

https://throne.com/magicmushrooms23 (if ur feeling generous <333)

since y’all ask a lot of questions…

i’m 19, from ny

my name is six letters and starts with S, soooo call me whatever name you please that fits that criteria

i’m horny 24/7 tbh, so that explains the majority of my posts. i also like to complain about the state of the world, so expect that too

if any of my posts are oddly specific, they’re most definitely about the lovely, absolutely amazing, seriously the greatest person in the whole wide world @noctisangui <3 (if this dynamic and my devotion to him displeases you, simply don’t follow. wowww who would’ve thought it’s that easy!!)

i’m a chemistry major with a minor in literature, hoping to maybe add a physics minor. interested in going to grad school for medical or organic chemistry to pursue a career in drug development

i love anything outdoors: biking, hiking, but especially running. it keeps me sane haha

loveeee to bake (and eat sweet treats)

i’m also a huge music nerd, so if you want recs, i got them. though, unfortunately i’m the #1 bob dylan enthusiast

[connorwyndham]

the endless list of my favorite movies : 13 Going on 30 (2004) directed by Gary Winick.

Matt, stop being so nice to me. I don't deserve it. Do you know what kind of person I am now, I mean - do you know who I am right now? I don't have any real friends. I did something bad with a married guy. I don't talk to my mom and dad. I'm not a nice person. And the thing is - I'm not 13 anymore.

[daggerstarlight]

howdy howdy

hiya! please call me dagger/jay!

eng | lvl33 | married | demi-romantic/queer | t(he)y | NB/masc-leaning | chronic tag-yapper | JAX STAN BAYBEEEEE

other social medias:

bluesky | AO3

dagndraws (non-TADC tumblr)

stuff I make:

art tag - #studiaur

writing tag - #mywritingtag

funnybunny tag - #myfunnybunnytag

I will reply to DMs at my own discretion. Please don't message me with just a greeting, because I will likely not respond. That sort of approach sounds like AI or a fake account, and I'm not dealing with that, even if it does turn out to be a real person. This has happened too often to me now and I'm not tolerating it anymore.

Link to page 1 of Not The Same Without You (my funnybunny short comic!)

commonly used dagger tags:

#studiaur - stuff i post that i've drawn myself! been trying to clear this up, but some other artists' stuff keeps showing in this tag so I may need to change this.

#myfunnybunnytag - fan content i've created that's funnybunny-specifically! sometimes you just need a hit of your own content.

#mywritingtag - posts that include things I've written, both long and short form!

#daggeryapping - will use this if i'm just saying shit into the void feed.

commonly used warning tags:

#cwsuggestive - for anything even remotely sex-coded or suggestive of that nature

#cwabstraction - any posts related to TADC abstraction content; I always use both for posts containing images or heavy analysis of it

i draw and write things and generally yell and cry about shows and games i think about way too much for someone with a regular 9 to 5. unless?

[chaehrtsj]

이희승 .ᐟ → ♡ messy like this → ♡ gameboy → ♡ piggy bank → ♡ this is falling in love

박종성 .ᐟ → ♡ private but not secret → ♡ better boyfriend → ♡ terms and conditions → ♡ eyes on me → ♡ helium → ♡ ace of betrayal → ♡ red line → ♡ soft hours → ♡ secret peeks → ♡ stolen hours → ♡ our little secret → ♡ love songs → ♡ just drive (series!) → ♡ shield of aegis (series!)

박성훈 .ᐟ

심재윤 .ᐟ

김순우 .ᐟ

양정원 .ᐟ → ♡ orion's embrace

니키 .ᐟ

OT7 .ᐟ → ♡ paper hearts

© chaehrtsj 2026. no copyright/trans allowed.

[fullmoonlovestuff]

To me....

Today is my birthday.

And this year, I don’t want to celebrate getting older. I want to take a moment to remember everything I have made it through. There were days when I was scared, exhausted, overwhelmed, and unsure of how I would keep going. But I did. Maybe not always gracefully, maybe not without tears, but I kept going.

I faced things I never thought I would have the strength to face. I learned that courage does not always feel brave. Sometimes courage is simply getting out of bed, showing up, enduring another difficult day, and trusting that life can still hold something good. I am grateful for my body, even after everything it has been through. I am grateful for the people who stayed, for every kind word, every hand that held mine, and every moment that reminded me I was not alone. And above all, I am grateful for my wonderful partner, my angel, and the person who keeps me grounded when everything feels too heavy. Thank you for holding me through the fear, for loving me on the difficult days, and for always helping me find my way back to solid ground.

I am grateful for my creativity, my stories, my imagination, and all the little worlds that gave me somewhere to breathe when reality became too heavy. I am grateful that I never completely lost the part of me that still dreams, hopes, loves, and believes in a little bit of magic. I have survived every bad day so far. I have changed, but I am still here.

I am also grateful to Pedro, even though he will never know how much he helped me during one of the hardest times of my life. When my health was bad and fear took up far too much space, his work, his warmth, his humor, and simply the comfort of his presence gave me something to hold on to. Sometimes a person can help us without ever knowing we exist, and that does not make the comfort any less real.

Today, I am proud of myself. Not because I did everything perfectly, but because I did not give up. Here’s to another year of healing, creating, laughing, loving, and slowly finding my way back to myself.

Happy birthday to me. I am deeply grateful to be here with you all

[mahaloapollo]

i saw iron lung last night and waking up this morning made me realize how fucked up it was (in a good way). spoilers under the cut

i went to bed with a mild amount of dread thinking i was going to have nightmares from the bloody horror and unknown eldritch horror.

luckily i can’t remember my dreams if i did dream about iron lung.

but this morning i woke up with a pit in my chest still thinking about that movie. like waking up with a song stuck in your head.

it’s been fucking me up to realize that he was done from the very beginning. from the initial drop of blood on his hand, simon was set to die.

and yeah, he was always going to die in that sub because coi wasn’t going to let him out. but there was always a chance. i believed ava in the end that she was going to get simon and let him go.

but the blood. it was a slow process, but it would have always ended with him becoming part of the sea. (part of the ship, part of the crew. (sorry)) if the sub hadn’t leaked so much and he only had the drip and maybe the eye spray, he would have still slowly changed and potentially infected the whole station.

there was no coming back from that drop of blood.

infectious disease stories are terrifying to me, especially if there’s no cure and no macguffin to make a cure. it clicked this morning and reframed my whole perspective around the movie.

mark did an amazing job.

[unfinisheduet]

Putting this under a cut, I’m going to be explicitly talking about weight gain, EDs and ED behaviors so if that’s triggering definitely don’t read this, I am just expressing some thoughts I’ve had recently

So I’ve been in ED recovery for a good few years now. I had some up and down periods before that but I’m currently at a place where I can say my recovery is consistent and I feel good. I weighed myself for the first time in a very long while a couple of days ago, because I was just genuinely curious. I haven’t known my weight in years and I’m big on numbers so I just wanted to know. Numbers have made me spiral in the past so I’ll admit it was a risky move, but I don’t regret it.

Compared to where I was at my lowest weight many years ago, to now, I’ve gained a little over 50 pounds. Now obviously over a time period of years, that’s not really a lot, but for me it definitely is. I’m noticeably soft, I have a little chubby belly, my sharp angles are pretty much gone, and I’m gonna be honest, it feels really fucking good. I always used to be so proud of how small I was, how quickly I could drop weight with restricting and now I’m just so sad for the person I was and what I put myself through.

I never let myself love food or love myself and it turns out I really fucking love food and I love eating. I have had so much shame attached to my desires and wants and I’ve been actively trying to work through those feelings (shout out to CSH, if any of you read this, having that community has genuinely been life changing). I’m not actively trying to gain weight, but I’m also just letting things happen and if I gain weight then that’s okay, it’s actually kind of beautiful.

I don’t know, I’m rambling, but I’m just kind of proud of myself for being where I’m at now and working through fear and shame and just trying to let myself do what I want and be fucking happy with myself.