what's that hissing?

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. We’re all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.

We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, I’m about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.

And then I look up.

And holy shit.

There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. “But soft… what light from yonder window breaks?”

And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.

Only for her to feel Munk hold her a little tighter and nuzzle head and whisper that he's got her and that it's fine, it's just Misto, not Mac. And maybe he grabs her hands too and starts massaging them and only then she realises she started to shake a bit and she can't see his face but his warmth behind her and him quietly humming along to the song is calming her down

Maybe she tries not to lean on him too much, he's injured and his arms around her and his chest at her back are more than enough for now, but as minutes tick by she feels him lean on her more and more, maybe she moves just enough, straightens just enough that he can lean his chin on her shoulder or his head on hers

And when the ball is over and they settle in for the night she pushes him to lay down first, to get comfortable, maybe checks if his bandages are all fine, before carefully joining him

She tries really hard to keep a tiny bit of distance between them, to not accidentally lean on any of his injuries nor to press on anything too hard, but he just grabs her waist and pulls her closer so he can feel her next to him and so he can bury his face in her hair

And then he falls asleep like that, his arm still draped over her and her nuzzling into his neck before the sleep takes her too

Maybe Deme was expecting to not sleep at all that night cuz of what happened but she's surprised to find herself suddenly exhausted and relatively calm there with him and starting to drift off

And if there's any sound that makes her twitch and pull her out of her almost sleep, it's made better by Munk's arm tightening around her briefly and him mumbling smth in his sleep

It's not much but it reminds her he's there and that some protector part of him is still keeping watch, keeping her safe even tho he's asleep

i think i found my new favorite artist on twitter

It started with someone listing "places with uncanny energy," like gas stations on a road trip, empty movie theaters, etc.

Then someone reblogged it and said those are called "liminal spaces," defining liminal as in-between, neither one thing nor another.

Tomorrow (July 4th, 2026) is the 10 year anniversary of the-crepes-of-wrath's comment, which:

Predates the 2020 spike in interest by four years

Predates the original backrooms post, and the the creation of r/liminalspaces by three years

Predates the earliest mention that KnowYourMeme attributes to Twitter by two years

I'm pretty sure this is the moment the term "liminal spaces" was attached to this sort of imagery, and it's TEN YEARS OLD TOMORROW!