people who dont have intro posts scare me

speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.

i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.

so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.

and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.

so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.

so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.

and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.

everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."

and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.

i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.

the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.

people keep pointing out how bewildering this must have been from her point of view and it's making me laugh to tears. i never considered it. i had such a solid plan in my head. i went downstairs to find something to dump on the bed and when i saw the tomato soup i knew it was perfect because it has a distinct smell that would cover anything else and a color which would do the same.

i was so focused on my mission that in the 14 years since i've never once considered what it must have been like for her to decide to trust me because she had no other options, sit there in anguish for three minutes, and then watch me walk back into the room and dump soup on everyone.

ok here's a deep cut

these are various designs and lore tidbits from a bizarre transformers armada au comic i wrote ~10 years ago about starscream's (and jetfire's) origins, which i never finished. im thinking about it again, so i decided to update the designs to make them more Transformers-adjacent

because i was like 15 when i wrote this, all flying Transformers (formally Pteroformers) are hexapodal quadrupeds. ground-based Transformers (Rotaformers) are still just your familiar biped humanoids. why this was the case, i dunno, lol

every moment of every day i am thinking about this tiktok

Lumpfish come in a variety of shapes and colors.

[He scoops up the fish, it spits water and he turns it toward the camera]

This one is stumpy and green. Very beautiful, very powerful.

[He picks up another fish and turns it toward the camera]

This is what a normal lumpfish looks like. It is more elongated, but still a vibrant blue color. Very beautiful, very powerful.

[He picks up another fish and turns it toward the camera]

This is one of the stumpiest ones we have. Its hump is very high. It is very stumpy, but yet very beautiful, and very powerful.

[He pans over a lot of fish, all looking up at the camera]

My fish army is ever growing, and soon I will over throw the world. Very beautiful, very powerful.

because of this tiktok, i frequently murmur "very beautiful, very powerful" at myself, and i cannot recommend it enough.

I was literally thinking about this very thing yesterday. Nice

I was literally

thinking about this very

thing yesterday. Nice

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

btw I’ve found these stretches from the WAK blog very helpful when knitting a lot:

Plus make sure to take breaks regularly - and stop if anything starts to hurt!

especially with gift knitting I know it can be tempting to push through it for a deadline, but it’s really not worth causing long term injury. (And anyone knit-worthy should be understanding of that, imho.) Stay well :)

Also good for artists drawing with pencils/on a tablet/with a pen!

Also good for writers

therapists hate her!

alt under cut !

Who up kiking their boub

Transformers Horror Au???

Who hee oh boy it's been awhile since I've touched this blog-

Anyway I ended up getting this horror au idea

One where the cons get infected with this disease that so far makes them hallucinate, except none of them have detected it and the only thing they're hallucinating is starscream with the kicker that Starscream has been dead (a Autobot managed to kill him outside of the base but didn't tell anyone else because they killed him pretty dirty and felt horrible about it afterwards because might as well have ✨angst ✨) The entire time before the infection hit the cons as well as no one knows he's dead yet, like the truth kind of haunts the narrative as the hallucinations Go off how everyone actually seen starcream mixed with how everyone wished starscream would be... But naturally it's time to goes on the hallucinations start to twist and deform as some start to forget how starscream actually looked like and acted And it's sort of just like a boiling pot getting ready to boil over as some subconsciousness start to realize that something is wrong here.

And yeah...

Sorry if its a little weird, this cold I caught is fucking me over a lil bit...

Edit: close I can get to a physical image of what I'm talking about here

Is this a safe space to say i miss the 2020 lofi/ cottagecore crossover that happened

Sick again this shit is so ass what the hell. Ifs like the fourth time in four weeks.

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reblog to give prev a fUCKING BREAK in 2026

listen here, you outdated meme

Is that a mecha au comic?? After all those years??

Lmao okay but seriously. I missed drawing those two:D Can Jazz actually treat a mech like a vase? Spoiler - no one treats vases like that. But Prowl doesn’t know that yet haha

Also! Don’t look too close at the architecture of the cockpit I am not good at keeping it consistent and geometrically correct. If anything. Feel free to ignore it and make up your own design

OMG OMG this is so well thought out and interesting! I like the touch that Prowl doesn't know everything that Jazz would need, that the setup isn't immediately ready to go.

It's not so simple as scan->wreck n roll.

And Jazz takes the time to make sure his mech (in this case Prowl) is ready to go just like any launch procedure. Doing this also is a mark as his skill, his reputability as a pilot, as well as his care. Which I'm sure Prowl --- despite how nervous and possibly scared he is, and how much he is trying to pretend this situation isn't affecting him --- appreciates immensely.

Jazz comforting Prowl is just so sweet too. AHHHHHHHHH

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