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Okay so.. turns out I haven't posted for the fic I made, AT ALL on this account.. that's completely my bad... So, basically I got the idea back in like, May I think(?) of "what if April was actually adopted by Splinter/what if he just found her abandoned" or something doing those lines. So I started to write for it, I don't have much it yet but I promise I'm working on it.🥲 Anyways, here's the link for it if anyone's interested in reading it:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
So, I (like a lot of people right now) am obsessed with PHM (Project Hail Mary). And like any reasonable individual, have come across the ship of Simon (Iron Lung) x Grace (PHM).
Was rewatching it when I thought "huh, I remember seeing this post about Grace being traumatized over being pinned down to the ground and forced onto a ship when he clearly already said no. And how that would affect 'fun time' with Simon. Huh. This one fic that I read by the same creator never delved into that dynamic. Huh. I should write this." So uhm.. yeah. Here's that I guess?
Side note: it took me three days to write this on and off, and I'm not trying to be anal about the details, so... Take my fanfic or don't, idc. I'm planning on doing multiple parts for this because I feel like doing a one shot of this would make it too long so... Yeah.
WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING POST!!: PTSD, blood, gore, spoilers for PHM and Iron Lung. (Sorta kinda)
It was an average day, or as average as it could be on Erid. It'd been about a little over a year since he'd moved into his biodome on Erid. The weather was perfect.
Foggy. Like he always liked it. He was wearing his yellow cardigan with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Rocky was waddling along beside him, talking about Adrian, how they were very proud of Grace for being able to learn the Eridian language, and especially being a teacher for the pebbles.
"Hey, I forgot to mention, please tell Adrian I said thank you for fixing the water temperature. It's absolutely perfect now, and the biodome team, they've got the seasons down perfectly."
Rocky looks up at him after rolling around in the too-large grains of sand.
"Good good good. Rocky like when Grace happy, statement."
He laughs at that, enjoying the company of Rocky. Though he'd never compare to an actual human, it was nice to have a companion of some kind at the very least.
Suddenly, Rocky has taken off ahead of Grace saying something too fast for him to be able to comprehend, which he's quite used to by now, but normally it means that Adrian is calling for him.
He continues his walk along the beach, happy to enjoy the foggy morning, his hands resting in the pockets of his cardigan, shoes crunching against the grains of sand. As he eventually rounds a corner of the beach part of his biodome, he sees Rocky barrelling towards him once more, speaking too quickly to understand, again. The little alien sounds excited, and worried, and too many different things for Grace to even begin to make sense of.
"woah, woah Rock, slow down, what's going on?"
"Grace! Grace! Human! Come come come!"
He didn't need to hear more than that, he was already running to the entrance of his biodome, quickly getting passed by Rocky, but eventually coming to an almost skidding halt once he reached it. His hair is a mess now, sticking up in multiple directions, and he's clearly out of breath from how fast he ran, not to mention his glasses are completely askew across his face.
"Adrian! Rocky said there was another human. Where? What's going on?!"
Even he could tell he sounded hopeful. Another human, another true and genuine human being, alive, to touch, to hold, to- woah he's getting way ahead of himself, calm down Grace.
"We found another, but ship. Wrong, statement. Couldn't get human out, statement."
Now that was concerning.
"what do you mean? What was wrong with the ship ?"
"It was sealed, statement. Opening was stuck. Why would humans close other human in ship, question? No exit, question?"
That doesn't make sense, a ship with no way to get out, especially from the inside, it'd be a death sentence.
"that.. doesn't make any sense. I- I don't know."
His head was spinning, why would that happen? Who would do that to someone? Why would.. no, he shouldn't dwell on this right now. Right now, he needs to focus on the matter at hand, getting whoever the human is, inside the biodome.
"That doesn't matter anymore, just. Bring them here, we can... Maybe get a story after."
"The human is.. awake but. Aggressive."
Aggressive? Well, that would make sense, he's pretty sure most would be if they were thrown onto a random planet with little rock aliens.
"That's fine. I can handle aggressive."
The next thing he knows, the airlock for his biodome is opening, presenting to him, a very much awake, and very very much aggressive, human man.
The man is, without a doubt, clearly freaking the fuck out. His eyes are darting all over the place, his body is covered in a thick, dark red liquid, and based on the smell, Grace's first guess is that the liquid is blood.
The man is hunched over, breathing heavy, but his eyes are locked on Grace. Dark and heavy, and he's clutching something to his chest, flinching back and immediately standing up when Adrian speaks. Making it more clear to Grace that the thing the man is holding, is a fire extinguisher, which he holds over his head like a bat, seemingly ready to swing it like one as well.
Though the man's eyes are now on Adrian, they seem to continue to dart back to Grace, like he can't keep his eyes off the completely clean man before him.
Adrian stomps their back most foot twice to signify their question, which just causes the new human to flinch and swing the fire extinguisher down, immediately making him stumble forward out of the airlock when he misses them entirely, almost stumbling directly into Grace.
"Human is aggressive. Hurt an Eridian, statement. Why hurt us, question? Saved human."
"Woah! Hey, hey! Breathe! They're not here to-"
His voice trails off, falling into complete silence as he stares at the man before him. Now that he's out in the foggy daylight, Grace can see more about what's actually wrong, more specifically, what might be making the man so aggravated.
His entire body is covered, head to toe with blood in different stages of drying. Dark hair clings to the man's skin, and despite the blood all over him making it impossible to tell where he was hurt underneath all of it, his entire left arm was gone. Ripped from the shoulder down, leaving blood to drip onto the green grass beneath his feet. Something else Grace managed to notice, is the distinct scent of alcohol mingling with the stench of blood. Whether it was the man's own or someone else's, Grace really didn't know and wasn't sure if he wanted to.
I'm regards to the man's face, the left half was covered in scales, with parts of it being puffed up from what appeared to be boils. Those dark eyes continued to stare at Ryland, intelligent, angry, and scared all at the same time. Yet somehow, beneath all of that, there was a hint of... Well, the best way to describe it was relief, but it was more than that, Grace knew it was, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
The man in front of him, those dark, beautiful eyes, suddenly rolled back and Grace had to rush forward to catch the man before he could fall face first against the smooth grass.
"Woah! Hey, are you okay?! Sir??"
Holy crap he was heavy, surprisingly muscular, but heavy nonetheless.
"Rocky, can you get some of the scientists here to get me a gurney? I can't carry him on my own."
Rocky scuttles out of the biodome before Grace even fully finishes his sentence, not a single noise out of him, that was.. a bit concerning.
He couldn't focus on that now though, he needed to worry about at least stopping the blood loss from the man's torn off arm. He couldn't make a tourniquet, since there wasn't even a shoulder left, so he instead quickly removed his cardigan and pressed the fabric to the wound where the man's arm should be. He winces as he watches the bright yellow fabric get stained red with blood, but he's more worried about this man living than he is about his sweater.
Rocky comes back with two other Eridians, all saying things Ryland can't quite catch, but he does understand that Rocky, as well as the others, are worried about this man, which only worries Grace more as he helps them load him onto the Gurney and rush back to his house where Armando stays.
The next sixteen hours are the worst Grace had ever experienced, and that includes waking up aboard the Hail Mary to find all of his crewmates already dead. He paces through his small living room and kitchen combo, walking around the couch and table several times each before sitting down, just to get up and do it again less than a minute later. He holds his hackysack designed to look like earth, gently tossing it between his two hands and squeezing it each time.
He was so anxious, so nervous. He'd never been so worried about someone before, well.. unless you count when Rocky almost died, but he's never been so worried about another human before, it'd been so long since he's even interacted with one, he's honestly a little worried he'll mess up actually just talking to the man.
When the clock reads 9:15, he finally sits down, letting his leg bounce ceaselessly, a more regulated way to get his nerves out, and while he's still worried, he tries to at least somewhat distract himself by grading his student's papers. Though, that doesn't last long as the familiar pattering of Rocky's claws across his flooring reaches his ears, making him immediately stand up, knocking his chair back onto the floor with a loud chatter at how fast he does so.
He stares at Rocky, Rocky stares back at him.
"human is alive, statement. Dirty dirty dirty. Human needs cleaning time, statement. Arm is gone, but... Human is alive. Sleeping still, Grace must be quiet."
Ryland nearly collapses at that. With the extent of his injury, and the possibility that there were more under all of the blood, Grace is surprised he's not in critical condition or something. Though, he knows Armando is amazing at helping the human body repair itself, he still very often forgets just how good the robot actually is.
Now that Grace knows the man is okay, he wants to see him, to study him, to touch and hold and- okay, calm down Ryland. The man just got pulled from God knows where, covered in blood and badly wounded, he needs to push on the brakes before he winds up accidentally scaring off the poor guy sheet he wakes up.
He blinks, just once, and the next thing he knows he's standing over the sleeping form of the man, nails digging into the palm of his own hand in an attempt to stop himself from reaching out and disturbing the sleeping man. From the looks of it, Armando changed the man's clothes into something cleaner, which happened to be a hospital gown, the wound where the man's messing arm was patched up, though the bandages were already turning a dark red, there were small spots all up and down his forearm where blood had been cleaned away to apply bandages to more wounds. The boils along the left side of his face seem to have been drained, leaving small puncture wounds covered by bandaids and scale-covered skin.
It didn't take long for Grace to realize he was leaning in closer to the man, and just as he was about to back away, the man's eyes opened, making Grace freeze mid-motion like a kid who had been caught doing something wrong.
Grace stares. The man stares back. He blinks once, twice, and the next thing he knows the man has him pinned up against a wall with his forearm. Grace gasps, his arms flailing and trying to grab at the man's arm to push it off of him, his heart was pounding so loud he couldn't hear anything but it.
Suddenly, the man's voice cut through Ryland's panic, making his entire body lock up. The voice was a low rumble, hinted with a sharp edge to it, like a knife that had just been sharpened. The room felt like it had dropped several degrees, and he could faintly hear the alarmed chirps of Rocky threatening the man.
"Who are you. Are you with the C.O.I? Those fuckers left me there to die. WE HAD A DEAL."
At the man's yelling, he flinches slightly and is thrust completely out of his stupor, barely managing to force out a meek.
"W-who..?"
The man's words are slurred, and his body seems to be swaying. Despite his injuries and the fact that he was just unconscious, he's rather strong, it's almost inhuman how strong. Grace catches his mind slipping away from the matter at hand before he snaps back, blinking a few times as he realizes the man had asked him something else.
"Huh..?"
The man sighs, heavy yet rough, his grip tightening on Grace's shirt as he stares at the blonde. Completely ignoring the rock thing hitting his leg, incessantly getting louder with its musical notes. God that's annoying.
"Who. Are. You."
Grace splutters at that.
"Grace- o-oh uhm.. Ryland Grace. Sorry I just-"
Ryland attempts to clear his throat and fails, the arm pressed against his chest moved higher, only making breathing harder.
"C-can't breathe..."
Suddenly his feet make contact with the floor and he has to put both hands on his knees to prevent himself from falling, coughing a few times as he drinks in the fresh air, before finally looking up at the man, noticing how he grips the makeshift bed, how his body trembles, and more specifically, how his eyes are now focused on the ground, instead of on Grace.
Ryland hated that the second he noticed it. He wanted the man to focus on him, only him, always him. Wow, okay. That's a bit far. Calm down. He's probably just... Scared? Yeah, that must be it.
"H-hey it's- it's okay I'm not.. uhm... With the C.O.I. W-whatever that might be..."
He finds himself fidgeting with his shirt, twisting it around one finger before letting it fall, repeating the motion over and over again. The man's voice finally cuts through the silence after several moments of just sitting there.
"How do you not know what the C.O.I is? Everyone on Eden knows. Wait. Where are we? I.. I swear I saw green before..."
Suddenly the man stands up, stumbling for a moment, before rushing over to a window nearby, waving off Grace's attempt to help him, leaning against the frame and staring out at the grass of the biodome as it sways in the artificially created wind.
"What... This shouldn't be.. how is.... Where are we."
The man's voice has dropped again at the end, a deep almost dangerous rumble, making Ryland stare like a deer in headlights.
"W-we uh... Sorry, sorry uh."
Grace has to clear his throat to be able to get his thoughts in order, very pointedly looking away from the man standing by the window, so as to not distract himself by accident.
"we're on a planet called Erid, orbiting the star Tau Ceti. The little rock alien that was trying to-"
"Rocky defend Grace. New human danger. Bad bad bad. Rocky saved Grace"
"Yes, bud you did very good. This, is Rocky. He's an Eridian. They're from here."
Grace had gotten so caught up on his explanation, he hadn't noticed that the man was staring at him.
"The.. the stars are gone. They're- they're supposed to be gone... How- how are we..."
That doesn't sound right, Rocky and him found the cure to the astrophage, they sent it back to earth. Oh no. What if the pods didn't make it? What if something went wrong and- his thoughts are cut off by Rocky bumping against his leg, making him realize that he hadn't actually answered the question.
"They aren't gone, or.. they shouldn't be. Dimmed, sure but... Gone? I- sorry, we sent the samples of the Taumoeba back to Earth, they should've gotten them by now, how could-"
"Earth? Earth is still alive?! Nonono, Earth can't be real, it can't be- Earth is gone, there's only Eden and the C.O.I and the last tree. If Earth still exists then... We were lied to."
The man cut off Grace, sounding scared and then extremely angry in a matter of seconds, Ryland still has no clue what he's going on about, Earth being gone, "the C.O.I.", and what the fuck is Eden?
Next thing Grace knows, the man is punching the wall right next to the glass, causing him to jump and Rocky to immediately rush forward and try to pull the man away from the wall, though he fails and Armando has to sedate the man again.
"THEY LIED! LIARS! EARTH ISN'T GONE YOU FUCKS! YOU LIED TO ME! TO ALL OF US!"
The man's shouting hurts Grace's ears, and from the looks of it, Rocky wants to run from the room, he imagines this can't be good for the little alien's vision.
"Hey, woah woah hey- breathe, what are you-"
Suddenly the punching stops, the yelling is followed by complete silence, and Grace has to immediately rush forward to catch the man before he falls. This feels familiar. Finally, he carefully drags the man back onto the bed and hoists him up, getting help from Armando to lay him on the bed properly. Now that the man is asleep again, Grace can see how tired the man looks. He looks like he's gone days without sleep, maybe he has. Adrian did say they found him floating in a ship in space. They didn't mention anyone else being in the ship either... Is that why he's covered in blood? Did he kill his crewmates? No, there's no way someone would... Oh God did he accidentally save a criminal?
Great. Just great, this would be his luck. His only form of direct contact with another human in probably years, and the guy might be a murderer. Awesome. This would be his luck.
Grace sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes under his glasses, accidentally spreading some of the blood that had gotten on his hands to his face, before finally deciding he'd had enough of smelling this and the alcohol and the aggression, and worrying about this random, possibly murderous man, leaving the room to take a shower and go to bed. Too much had happened for one day and he needed a break.
I’m going to be a little mean, and we’re going to play a game 😈
Imagine the turtles are trapped and in mortal danger, hehe. You have to choose one of the four, and the only way to save them all is to create a four-way tie. If just one of them gets more votes than the others, that one is the only one who survives. Do you get it?
Who do you choose??
RAPH
LEO
DONNIE
MIKEY
Voting ended onJul 3
At least 10 votes, or they all die. You have 3 days 😈
So.. just finished watching Iron Lung..... Uhm. I don't know how I feel cus normally I hate horror movies but this was- actually really good??? Idk- there was a lot of blood, yeah, but-.. uhm.... Yeah idk lol.
It's not a bad movie, I honestly liked seeing Simon's descent into madness, but- damn. Honestly idk if I liked it more than not liked it, cus the storyline is really really good, but uh- the horror aspect might've fucked it for me tbh🥲
But yes, overall good movie, 8.5/10 simply bc of the horror bit- but... Yeah.
WHY IS JAX STANDING OFF TO THE SIDE. GUYS??? HELP I'M FUCKING SCARED. I WAS JUST PEACEFULLY SCROLLING AND- GUYS?? HELP. HELP I'M SCARED- WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN. WHAT.
(in all seriousness, super excited for the last episodeeee:3)
It will forever be endlessly funny to me, to be scrolling on this sight, see cute turtle content (ship posts NOT TCEST., angst, etc.) and then see "my wife (ao3) has been shot (taken down for maintenance) and the doctors (the ao3 maintenance team) don't know if she's gonna make it (they're working on fixing it) I hope she recovers quickly (GIVE ME MY FICS BACK RIGHT NOW PLEASE BROOOOOO)" SIX DAYS after it happened..... I wasn't even on ao3 and somehow I'm only recently finding out about it???? Like- why was my page not flooded with this shi sooner???
Do you guys also get rlly grossed out if something evil touches something you use like you can never use it again cause it's been tainted by the evil like one time I was walking with dad as a kid and he got me a pair of shoes but I stepped on a flattened roadkill toad (the evil) and I screamed and cried and I refused to wear it and he had to wash the shoes down and i still felt really horrible trying to wear it but like i had to cause they were my only pair of shoes and he spent money on them so like i felt bad if i didn't but felt worse when I did. Anyway, that's normal right?
Me with Bananas. I absolutely hate bananas now- Like. I have to eat them slices at LEAST or something. One time we bit into one and it was hard. We looked and theres an orange fungus growing in it-- harmless but utterly disgusting and horrific. I am. Kind of scared of bananas.
Or when a baby threw up on us when we were a preteen-- we threw out our favorite shirt because the texture was vile- and I couldnt get myself to ever wear it again no matter how many times it was washed.
I check every glass before I drink out of it because I got a dirty glass ONCE and now i need to check every single one before I use it. I cannot use glass cups ONLY plastic.
If there's a lizard in my room it doesn't MATTER if it got removed and I saw it get taken outside there are MORE somewhere HIDING. I KNOW IT.
For anyone who's wondering (and isn't able to reply in the comments) I have experienced this rather often, and have explained it to my family, but none of them seemed to actually understand what I was talking about! (Though I just said it felt like the germs were physically on me, rather than calling it "The Evil™") But! Upon explaining this to a friend, they literally looked me dead in the eyes and said "I think you have OCD." And then I was in the denial, and said that there was no way, bc my brain doesn't tell me that if I don't do these specific things in a specific way, then something bad will happen (how I've most often seen OCD being portrayed in media and how it's been described online from what I've seen). And then uh-... Yeah they talked with me more about it and I'm pretty sure that- yeah..... (They have OCD, is the reason they think this, btw.)
But yeah! I'm pretty sure it's either a ✨neurodivergent thing✨ or uh- OCD.... So yeah! (Other ppl can go and do actual research on this- I haven't done any myself yet but uhhh- I prob might? Idk man it's almost 12:30...) Oh, but as for a story about my own experience with this- there was one time I was trying to help wash the dishes, and I touched something I perceived as gross and wet and squishy that was not supposed to be, and I was extremely disgusted and needed to wash my hands immediately otherwise the germs on my hands would spread and that is not okay.
Uh but- yeah you guys might have OCD! (Again, don't quote me on this, I haven't done any personal research and I should- I'm gonna go down a rabbit hole tmr tho, so uh- yeah-)
So, apparently my brain decided to get inspired by literally nothing and write angst, so here's some Turtle angst ig-? It's not done yet but this is what my brain decides is enough typing now-
Turtle Angst: Part 1(?)
TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation
He sat on the top of the bridge, overlooking the city, his eyes once bright now dull, like mud. 'What am I even doing with my life?' he thought, watching the cars drive by, a blur of white and red. He wore a blue hoodie, shell peeking out from the bottom at the back, the hood up and over his head, fresh tear stains lining his cheeks, running over the bottom half of his red stripes— he always loved them, but now? Now he can hardly stand the sight of them. He holds his phone in his hands, finally managing to tear his gaze away from the lights of the city to look at the blinking bar on his screen, he pulled up his texts without even thinking, the family group chat, the last few messages from Raph and Mike, both wishing everyone a goodnight, with a thumbs up from Donnie and April.
The line on the bar blinks at him, waiting, watching, there wasn't even anyone around and he could feel little prickles run across his skin like he was being watched. He glances around, despite knowing nobody else could even get up here, he can't help it, his stomach churned with that same sinking feeling he felt the day that... His thoughts stopped, heart once calm now beginning to beat hard and he could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes, he didn't even think, managed to type past blurry eyes and send a message— what that was, he wasn't sure, but what he does know is that he can't breathe. The panic was closing in hard and fast, the red of the lights from the cars below swimming in his eyes, he pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them tight after setting his phone face down next to him.
He didn't hear it buzz with a text, he didn't hear when it rang, he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, the thoughts coming in hard and fast, the panic clawing at his throat and clamming up his chest. A sob wracked his entire body, his grip tight on the hoodie as hot tears rolled down his cheeks, his muscles tense enough to make his body start shaking as he hid his face against his knees. He didn't even realize that someone had sat next to him until he felt their hand on his shell, rubbing in a small circle, his breath caught, grip tightening more on his hoodie as he tried to stuff down his sobs, though that was quickly stopped when the one next to him grabbed his face and made him look at them.
His vision swam with purple, bright, loud, in his face, and then he saw brown, worried, concerned, analytical, it took him a moment, but he finally realized, it was Donnie. He was here, he was in front of him, his twin, his better half, he wanted to hug him, to sob into his shoulder, but he hesitated, he knew how Donnie was with touch, and it was even worse with emotions. He didn't move to hug his twin, but he also didn't pull away from his hands either, he let his twin stare— normally he would've pulled away, or smiled and made some kind of joke, done something to save face.. but this time was different, this time he didn't smile, this time he didn't crack some stupid joke, didn't even pull away to try and hide, he just leaned into the touch, though it wasn't much, he didn't want to push, but he let this small thing comfort him.
Even as his mind raged on, images of the invasion swimming behind his vision, heart still beating hard enough to block out any other noise from reaching his tympanum, he didn't dare move away, he let the tears fall, let his grip stay tight, shell he even let his body shake with his restrained sobs and tensed muscles, but the one thing he refused to do, was push away his twin, especially when he was like this— he'd done it once before and that... didn't turn out well.
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A year ago:
Donnie yelled, he could hear it but he couldn't tell what it was he said, his blood was boiling under his skin, he was still in his cast, bandages wrapped around his shell, and he'd been ordered to not leave the lair, but right now he needed some fresh air, he couldn't handle staying here for another second. It had been 2 months since the invasion, sure, he still got nightmares about it, about what could've happened if Mikey didn't open the portal...
He didn't realize that he was at the subway tracks until one flew past him, he'd been so lost in his thoughts, fantasizing about- 'huh.. I guess I really am having issues..' he thought blandly, now just staring at the tracks, his grip tight on the crutches Donnie made for him. "Don made these... He'd be upset if they got damaged.." he mumbled, slowly leaning them up against the wall before letting himself slide down to sit until he was leaning against it as well, he stared at the tracks, blinking slowly when another train went by, and he smiled as a thought crossed his mind, 'they wouldn't care if I died.'
He laughs at that, the sound broken even to his own ears, he'd been putting up such a good facade these last 2 months 'guess that's out the window..' he thought, almost bitterly, to himself. "I'm such a screw up... Always making stupid jokes, I'm not cut out for this leader stuff... Raph was always better at it, why'd dad choose me..? I can't even support myself, how does expect me to lead us?" He says to no one but the empty tunnels, he could hear the rushing water from the sewers somewhere nearby, pain in his knee flaring when he shifts slightly, his shell, now cracked with fissures, making him whimper from the pain as it rubs against the wall of the subway tunnel.
Whoops I lied- decided to look back through old posts, BUT! My most recent post (before this one) was a continuation (and yk- kinda restating this bit) of this work! I completely forgot I posted it here, so.. yeah I hope y'all enjoy reading it!
Before I sign off for the night (it's 12:23 am and I have school in the morning😅) I decided to expand on an angst idea I had months ago, but ultimately lost inspiration and stopped writing for- (the original plan was to make it multiple chapters but after realizing I can't pace my work for shit, I decided to make it one large work instead) so... I hope y'all enjoy the turtle angst!
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Thank you^^
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I skipped school almost at daily basis for some years because I participated in academic contents (need to mention our system to understand it but a cool privilege anyway).
I love being analyzed and high key like being called out but people get weirded out when I tell them to and I also can't tell people my analysis of them for the life of me.
my first love was a dude a few years older than me (i did not date him at any point) and each and every one of my friends told me to “stop loving him” lol
ayo double tag :)
I almost never wear matching socks. Even if there is a matching pair right in front of my face I WILL mismatch them. Im not even talking like lack-and-white. No. Im taking blue sock with mushrooms that's calf height and neon pink ankle socks
@quietlyartistic13 @faeriephantomoftheforest @sunnyyy-daze + open tag!
i have a bread pillow (well actually it’s my sister’s bread pillow that i stole), i make out with and pretend it’s william wallace (scottish warrior), frodo (from lotr), erik (from poto), or aragorn (also from lotr).
i cut half of the pad of my thumb off earlier this year and not only do I have a now misshapen thumb/thumb print, but I cant feel anything there anymore.
(and boy why do I always become blank when I'm tagged in these things?)
Uhhhhhhhhh I've seen people in public going through you lots blogs— with lots of oh and wooh and sometimes I think when they read something completely gory and not something humans should be so happy about, they sort of look around like dear in headlights and then try to school that completely interested in insane smile out (and fail until like two minutes when they have to leave because that's when they close their phone). And I've also seen people in public going through my main blog with expressions that make me want to kill everyone (this strange mix of pity and antipathy mixed with a painful sort of understanding I can't stand)
I literally can't think of anything else right now so.
@rosemelodyshah @moroniccats @whenyoulikeandwhereyoulike @bellabookworm @the-grassy-hill @moriartea221 and anyone else who wants.
uh this is going to be a weird one (?) but both of my shoulders have REALLY bad acne, even if they're mostly gone, my shoulders are really really red all the time bc of it T_T
I ended up hyperfixated on Mouthwashing because I wanted to find out why the fuck Jimmy said the horse thing . I spent two hours reading through every page of the wiki & analyzing all of the characters , and I've literally never been the same since .
Also I sipped mouthwash because of this game . . It tasted nasty 💔
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i don't know ... im not that interesting (^～^;)ゞ i mean , i guess i dropped a bottle of cleaning product on my toe which really badly bruised my toe and on the day that happened my sister had an important event we all had to attend sooo ... because of me , my dad had to stay home to watch over me ... at least he wasn't mad about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anyways , later on , due to the injury , i had to get my toenail removed by my MOM with a nail clipper because for some reason the fuckass doctor only poked a hole in my foot (admittedly , the hole made it feel better because it drained the bad blood) she wasn't able to remove my entire toenail so like the bit that she wasn't able to clip off kind of js randomly fell off while i was playing enstars one day . okay thats it
uhhh we ‘ re left handed . and somehow most of our exfriends didn ‘ t know or didn ‘ t realise we were even though we knew some since elementary ... :3
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Ahhgg okok uhm relates back to what mootie said but I used to be left handed but my mom forced me to swap to right because no one else in the family was left handed,,, and second hhm im scared of showerheads and whenever we get a new one it takes weeks to get used to it to shower without a being scared or b just using the lower tub faucet. And it doesn't matter how long I've had a shower head I'll be too scared to touch it...
i used to be really obsessed with dinosaurs when i was little, i knew sm about them, i loved going to the natural history museum in london (i didnt know its name so for years i just called it the ‘dinosaur museum’ lol) and it was all i talked about apparently. i know nothing about them now though
i also used to really love collecting hot wheels cars, even tho i also now dgaf about cars
ok so anyone who knows the apothecary diaries will get this but just google “the frog knh” and you will get it
so me n my therapist both watch knh and I asked her if she remembered the frog scene because she watched the og jp release and she said no she didn’t
so I searched it up and she said that she had happily forgotten about it and now she has some trauma and instead of saying the actual word for the amab assignment requirement (yk) ever I always end up saying “frog”
similar to you we have moles on one side of our face , but i think we should probably do something more interesting . so ...
we absolutely adore teeth . literally all of teeth you could possibly imagine . sharp , dull , shiny , rotted , crooked , frayed , excessive teeth , teeth with braces , baby teeth , all of them .
I am an apatheist and a agnosticist!!! though I support all religions!!!
meaning Im apathetic twoards the idea of a god, and believe that if there is a god, its impossible for humans to comprehend its existence ^_^
as for a more "fun" fact!! I used to eat entire crayons when I was a little kid, and am still tempted to eat the shavingz now, though I don't really anymore :3
When I was in the hospital I had orange juice with laxatives in it and when my brother was visiting me I let him have a looooonnggg sip until my grandma who was also there made me stop once she realized what i was doing. Primary children's (the hospital i was at) was like four hours away from my grandma's (where he was currently staying) by the way 💀 my mother was not happy
When I was like seven I once got one of my hairs in my eye so I pulled it out but had irrational imaginings of getting a giant clump of hair in my eye and trying to pull it out only to pluck my eye out and had a nightmare about it so I begged my mom to let me cut it short but didnt know how to tell her this so she said no so I cried to my first grade best friend and she started putting my hair up for me every day into braids and buns and always tightened it exactly three times so that id be protected since we were both seven so it made perfect sense to her and now to this day i can't handle eye gore.
well i mean, its quite a sad fact actually, i have liked the same guy since the past 6 years, and we used to be like siblings, but once when we were texting, i told him i wasn't feeling well(i legit lost 11 pounds, and that was last month), and he just indirectly called me a slut, also he's obsessed with another girl, who is in my class. he's definitely not worth it but yeah. also my sister hates him with a passion, so that helps.
Uh a random fact about me is that…I used to wanna have magical hair like rapunzel so I used to grow it out, now I’m in an era where I wanna chop it all off lol
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im currently tweaking over my ex crush of 4 years bc he just came back into my life an d eveyone says it seems like hes into me and ahhhh (if anyone wants to story plspls let a girl know bc i love spilling tea!!)
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