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im gonna put them under a hydraulic press

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looking into sending my editor who is based in the US copies of all my books from a US printer so people over there can buy them too without having to worry the tariffs making it unreasonable... I'll keep you posted but I think we are getting a good plan in place, at least for the books.
Tamaki Amajiki Comfort~
I sat on the bed beside him, sitting up against the headboard as I obviously struggled to keep composure. I knew he didn’t mind but I refused to meet his gaze, as tears obviously threatening to spill onto my newly red cheeks. We’d been through this a million times before, at least ten this week alone but yet I still felt guilty for taking up his time that he could use on absolutely anything else.
He must have sensed the awkward, self-blaming energy I was giving off, as he moved on from just being in each other’s company. One of his hands came to grasp mine, the other resting on my face, directing my line of sight back to him. The features on his face softened empathetically, almost to try and tell me he understood what was going on. By now I had definitely begun to cry, whether from how sweet he was by just being there for me, or the pain my body was giving me.
“I’m so sorry, I-“ he shushed me, the hand that was previously on my cheek moving to the back of my neck. His thin fingers rooting themselves between my hair, while he used his other hand to wipe away the tears from my crying. He leaned in towards me, resting his forehead against mine. His dark eyes closing as he just kept me close.
“Don’t apologize, lovely. I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was soft and reassuring, his thumb stroking over my cheek. I tried to open my mouth to protest, to explain to him once more how he shouldn’t have to be burdened by my health. How this shouldn’t be his job to watch over me. How maybe I was just being dramatic and wasting his time but of course he cut me off.
“It’s my choice to be here, don’t forget that part. I love you and this just happens to be a part of you.” He moved his hands down to my waist, pulling me into his lap as gently as possible, probably trying not to disturb how I felt. His arms wrapped around me, as I curled up against him, feeling the warmth coming off of his body. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, tickling the skin there with his breath.
“You help me with all my dark thoughts, the least I could do is try and help you with your issues”
This was totally not entirely self indulgent and the plot is definitely not based off the chronic illness I possess that for sure hasn’t gotten worse lately 👀
Body decided this afternoon that everything I’ve eaten in the last two weeks was retroactively bad. Can’t fall asleep because I took my pill that keeps my energy up for work, before realizing I couldn’t work. Not having a good May so far.
I hate it. I hate it so much.

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anyone else feel emotions in their nose
Frickin hell I need to resist drinking water every damn time I wake up to pee. I’m making a vicious cycle for myself here. (I’ll still have to go the next time I wake up, but if I’m not full of water I’ll get to sleep longer before that happens. I think. Look it’s not my fault I can only sleep on my stomach—)