Can't Sleep, Brain Keeps Screaming

new tumblr thing - if this toggle is on, people can see the replies you leave on posts (including other people's posts) in the "comments" section of your blog (your blog likely only has a "posts" section but may also have "likes" and "following" visible if you haven't turned those off). like this:

(screenshot grabbed from an abandoned blog)

𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶.

make your bed for SPONGEBOB

clean your room for SPONGEBOB

make yourself lunch for SPONGEBOB

study for SPONGEBOB

brush your teeth for SPONGEBOB

Zack, because his mind biome acts as a natural, built-in firewall against understimulating conversations. He enters the conversation with the best of intentions though. But then three words in, Genesis uses a term like “the gift of the goddess,” and Zack’s brain immediately shifts gears. “Goddess. God. Heaven. The sky. The sun. Yellow. Chocobos. I wonder if a chocobo could beat a Kalm Fang in a race. If I painted my boots yellow, would it make me jump higher? That’s how placebos work. Placebo’s. Sounds like a store name. I need to buy more hair gel. Did I leave the break room oven on?”

By the time Genesis wraps up a twenty five-minute soliloquy on the tragedy of sacrifice, wiping a stray tear from his eye, Zack snaps back to reality, blinks, and realizes he retained absolutely none of it.

Cloud wouldn’t even make it past Genesis’ initial idea.

Genesis: Did you know, Strife, that “legend shall speak of sacrifice” actually implies a—

Cloud, gripping his temples: Wait. Wait... stop.

Genesis: What? What is it? Have the words finally pierced your stoic exterior? Have you reached an epiphany?

Cloud: I just...remembered...

Genesis, intrigued: Remembered what??

Cloud: That I don’t care.

*He leaves*