Dead, Almost

Eats food up off the floor screaming something about the five second rule

Sweatpants count as a look

Throws everything in a pile on the nearest surface as soon as they’re home

“Haha that’s gross let me see”

Hoards of some sort. Mugs, pens, notebooks, anything

Sitting in a dark room for hours wrapped up in seven blankets in front of a laptop unblinking

Makes weird noise effects to express emotions

hello. i am writing to let you know you did good job on the stars, and also on cats.

in the original post of this, it says “dogs” where it now says “cats”. i do not know when (or how) it got changed, but i am glad that someone loved cats enough to do that, because i love my dog and i also love my cats and i felt bad about not mentioning it that first time. i’m also glad for all the tags where people told me what i should have added (like libraries and waffles and maple syrup) and i am glad for all the comments about how much they love their pets (and some people have such cool pets!)

i kind of think, universe, if we are your children, this is our macaroni art. see, see, see, you gave us a little bit of the stars, and we’ve made our own constellations. we tried to give back to you by making art and music and books and bad poetry and our laughter and our love and our tv dramadies. we took pictures of the night sky and pictures of sunsets and pictures of dew, we fell in love with space and the rivers and the rain. i personally have my desktop background as a picture of one of your nebulas. your hair looked great that day.

i think…. you did a good job, universe, on the stars, and what the stars became, because you put us together and yes, yes, things might be terrible - but good gracious did we make so many things worth loving, worth writing to you about, worth telling you - thank you, i’m taking the spark you put in me and using it to be kind, to be alive, to be wildly fierce about our gardens and gentle about our pets.

so hello. i amend my previous memo. i am writing to let you know you did a good job on the stars, and on my dog and my cats and the lizard i kept illegally in my apartment. and universe, i hope you’re watching, because some of the people you made? they’re great, universe, and they’re full of love, just endlessly capable of loving. and they give me hope.

and through them, universe, that’s you. that’s how the stars sing.

The problem with room four hundred and four was people had active imaginations, Ang decided. She flipped through the pile of complaints that had been piling up, complaints that kept coming even after she took the room out of rotation. No one should have even been going to that room, much less the wing, but she was getting complaints still.

Screams.

Blood dripping from the walls.

Offal strewn on the floor.

Rare Pokemon spawning.

She sighed as she looked over more of the same. She was going to have to go there and prove to people nothing was going on. Perhaps she could set up some cameras in that room and show everyone there was nothing to be scared off? Yes, that would be a good idea. She checked who was on staff at this late hour and frowned.

Aiden. Of course Aiden would be on shift.

There was something wrong with Aiden, something he was hiding. It annoyed her that she couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with him. Yes, he was one of those fang bangers of Matthew’s, complete with little fake fangs, he had so many she had lost track of them but Aiden stuck out like a sore thumb. He was far too… normal. It was beyond obvious he was hiding something due to the sheer amount of effect he went to not be noticed. She almost wanted to tell him that it made him more noticeable.

“Oh, is it my turn? Should I pick this one? Or this one? Ok, this one! Ooopssss!”