Jan 5, 2025
If my brain could just work on one FadelStyle thing until it's finished instead of working on three fics at once...
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If my brain could just work on one FadelStyle thing until it's finished instead of working on three fics at once...
"Oh, Captain. My Captain!"
"...you gonna keep going?"
"I...don't know the rest."
Me, going into my 2nd therapy appointment:
“I wonder if my therapist is mad at me”
pinky: if you could be any animal, what would it be ?? (:
brain: a hawk, so i can catch and MURDER little white mice (:
pinky:
Not to sound pathetic,
But don't you just sometimes wish that Takuto Maruki was real so he could use Adam Kadmon on you so you don't have to deal with yourself?
Heck, I'll settle for Azathoth even
ADHD culture is begging yourself to please hyperfocus on cultivating your own happiness and well-being instead of obscure Wikipedia pages.
just before i woke up this morning i had an extremely vivid dream... it started with me living in this townhouse on a street that was all housing for some university. this house was just a normal, co-ed group of students, and we had a long-standing rivalry with a frat house across the street and a few buildings down. one night we all went over there to mess with them, but things got out of hand, a girl killed some dude’s pet goldfish, and the frat guys got pissed. i was still outside along with a girl who looked a lot like Megan Fox - she and i went “oh shit” and ran for it. a houseful of angry fraternity brothers on our heels, we sprinted into our house, locked the front door just in time, then rushed to lock up the back door too. we were pretty sure they’d just break a window to get inside, though, so we decided to go up to the attic and hide; if they tracked us down, we could go out the attic window and climb down from the porch roof. but as we walked through the dark living room, we realized there was already a cop in the house and she was trying to calm things down.
scene change! still in the townhouse, frat bros forgotten, everything’s cool. i got dressed for the day because we were going to see the university’s big project, which was some sort of alien? i remember it looking like a baby, about the size of my palm, wrapped in a blanket, except the entire thing was made out of blue clay. it was hard to keep track of because it kept teleporting to random places - i went back to the house later and found it in a suitcase in my room. apparently some shadowy government agency was trying to find it and my housemates and i agreed to help keep it hidden... except this agency had some weird mind-control power? it took over everyone in the house except me, so they were all trying to get to this little alien while i was carrying it. i had to shoot several people (including Plo Koon, who was inexplicably present) in the head, which didn’t kill them, just slowed them down for a minute - they’d overcome the mind control briefly before it kicked back in. i managed to escape the house, running into the backyard (which was the backyard at my old house, incidentally). my parents were sitting on that little deck my dad built next to the pool, but i could tell they were under mind control too. with no other options, i flew away. literally flew. i could fly and didn’t see anything strange about this. so i’m hanging out in the sky with the alien, looking down at my old street, and thinking “man, this reminds me of real life, that time when i used to sneak out my bedroom window practically every night and wander around the neighborhood - but that was real and this is a dream” until i suddenly woke up.
except it wasn’t real. i think. i’m almost certain i never climbed out my bedroom window at night to stroll around in the dark, but i can... sort of remember doing so? but i’m pretty sure i never did! maybe it was just another dream i had at some point, so it’s not a memory, it’s a bit of dream that just stuck in my head and i’d forgotten it until now. i wasn’t the sort of person who’d sneak out of the house, anyway - not like i was invited to the Forbidden Parties™ or anything. and i would’ve been way too afraid of my parents finding out.
ever had a dream make you question reality?
Evening mood: Why is this still bothering me it happened a week ago.