It’s always been so annoying to deal with fandom speculation.
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“Is Dazai dead?”
“Is Chuuya dead?”
“Is Fyodor dead?”
“What about Sigma?”
Shut up! Did Lovecraft ever learn how to make a fuckin' Doxon?!!!

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It’s always been so annoying to deal with fandom speculation.
Like
“Is Dazai dead?”
“Is Chuuya dead?”
“Is Fyodor dead?”
“What about Sigma?”
Shut up! Did Lovecraft ever learn how to make a fuckin' Doxon?!!!

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Anyone else go around saying “We are going to do xyz” meaning just yourself? We: Me, Myself, and I. Or more likely I mean: My soul, brain, heart, and the uncooperative body who is here as well. Or maybe it’s my Conscious and Unconscious? Whatever it is, we are us, except we are actually just I. Because it really is still singular. I am a singular girl. I mean that in all definitions of singular btw
lol. I think I’m exhausted to be talking like this.
Meow, the weird analogy on the word because I am sleep drunk. Meow is such a wonderful word that I am not allowed to say because I’m a dog (Sam ref). So whenever I say Meow I make my daughter geek mad, I am deeply sorry but I have meowed so much atp it’s a vocal stim.
analogy time ig. The word is usually associated with cats vocally being upset or bothered. Uhh I kind of forgot lol. I don’t think much tbh 😔
Does anyone ever get like...emotionally drunk? Like you have a big surge of emotion and then you’re all sluggish and sleepy and want to curl up under a blanket?
excited for school tomorrow simply because I started doodling ink and kay being wholesome first time parents haha what am I doing with my life

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FIC: Fictober19: Day 25: “I could really eat something.” (MLB/Lukanette)
Prompt: “I could really eat something.”
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Character/Pairing: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: K Plus / PG / Most Ages
Notes/Warnings: Y’all, it has been a WEEK. On top of everything else, apparently my surge protector died during one of the last storms/power outages (we get them a lot – if it’s not a storm it’s some drunk asshole from one of the three bars across the street crashing into the transformer at the top of the street), so my laptop battery had just enough juice for the tech guy to tell me it was probably the surge protector before it died. Picked a new one up last night, but that means another double update today. I tried writing this last night, but it was getting late and I have no promises on what this actually is. Goofball trash, I think. I was about as sleep-drunk as Mari is here. (Today’s prompt will be up tonight sometime.)
“Aaaaand…done!” Marinette declared with a flourish, kicking away from her desk and leaning back in her chair, arching her spine to stretch out the multiple kinks that had accrued over the past…she glanced at the clock, her eyes squinting as the numbers blurred. God, how long had she been at it, anyway? The sun had still been up when she had first sat down at her desk – she knew that much.
“All finished?”
She jumped so hard she actually fell out of the chair. There was a scurrying from the other side of the room as she groaned, and the next thing she knew Luka was kneeling beside her. His hands hovered uncertainly as he inspected her for damage, as if he was afraid of causing more harm if he touched her.
“Are you ok?” he asked, worry clear in his voice. She laughed sheepishly – more of a manic giggle, really – and rubbed the back of her head.
“I…kind of forgot you were here?” she asked, grinning up at him.
i reakly love taylor
i am so tired and my flight doesn’t even board for another hour i don’t know how i’m gonna stay awake enough to load