maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure

mentally ill lgbt fat hairy man call that a bi polar bear. does anyone know where the nearest hospital is

who the fuck is harry du bois. just kidding. this was about him

sorry. i felt like lying for more notes. whos harry du bois

I called the series Lost Keys Jangling on a Keyring because the main characters (except for Ningal, sort of) are lost to the Hotel but are bound together like keys on the same keyring. They can't leave the Hotel without some outside interference most likely, and they can't help but bump against each other because of their confined space. They also open doors for each other.

Book Rocky is so, so chewy because he's this deeply logical genius who doesn't let his emotions make choices for him (or so he tells himself, because it ends up being very easy to find a cold hard reason to do most everything he does), and doesn't like to linger on what he's been through even though it keeps making its way into casual conversation, and is so blase about experiencing the closest thing to hell his home planet has probably ever heard of but also so clearly traumatized and terrified and haunted but there's still the mission, and there's still the possibility of getting home with a solution so he has to keep himself together and be level headed and calculating and he does that. he does that very well. But then there are moments, like Adrian and the oxygen and Grace missing their timings and the leak and the tunnel and realizing that one of them has to die, where it slips, and he breaks, and he can't make it make sense it a way that's detatched from him and his pain and his fear and his love, and he acts on them. And it nearly kills him every time, because he should know by now that space doesn't care about anything but logic, but he forgot that for a moment among the blaring alarms and the deafening pound of Grace's heartbeat and the searing smoking cold and the silence and the silence that was all he knew for so many years, and it doesn't matter that he's been holding everything together for decades, because one mistake is all it takes, one bad risk, one terrified impulse, to undo everything.

#HE'S LITERALLYYYYYYYY HOLDING ON BY THE TINIEST HAIR BUT BY GOD HE HOLDS IT#and the counterweight to that tension is loyalty and duty and the counterweight to that tension is guilt and SHAME!!!!#cataclysmic amounts of shame if he ever actually let himself lose control#guy who recoils from open displays of sympathy. guy who would snap “don't PITY me” if he was holding himself this👌much less in check#GUY WHO CANONICALLY PUNCHES WALLS IN ANGER. IT IS IMPORTANT TO ME THAT BOOK ROCKY PUNCHES WALLS IN ANGER

hey i felt you right click me just now. are you seriously viewing my properties? pervert

hey you 🫵 have you washed your water bottle lately? 🫵 it’s getting hot and mold is going to grow 🫵 wash it 🫵

summoning a demon to do your bidding but they are just so cartoonishly dogshit at the task you give them that the contract never gets fulfilled and now theyre just kinda living in your house

#agonopterix ocellana#catching him on my light sheet

Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works

I think we should figure out what age we’re living in now so we can say how it’s collapsing to each other

Our age of plastics is collapsing