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also i’m gonna add this cause this is a pinned post: so for anyone new:

do not hesitate if you want to message me!!! if you need to vent, if you need advice, if you just got a silly thing to say, if something made you mad, if you have a theory or something send it as an ask. i would love to see it i’m sure! if you’re upset if you need a friend if you’re just shitting your pants over a cool butterfly you saw and you need to tell someone how cool it was. literally anything. don’t go sittin sad alone or anything, i would love to be there for you if i can. even send it anonymously if you don’t mind people seeing knowing it’s not you.

this blog should be a safe space and a happy get away, so let me distract or help the best i can!!! i love you and i’m super duper proud of you. drink water!!!!!

i think it’s very sweet that here and there people still read my old dsmp fics and i’m sure most of them are newer dsmp fans and it reminds me of all the eras and waves of the dsmp and how i was writing minecraft fanfics for hours and hours and not doing zoom during 2020

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time for my annual re reading of tbott as i have once again forgotten what i wrote

also i have a shit ton of drafts lol

like headcanons and shit

do y’all want those ? i forgot about them till now

i’m sorry if every time i randomly come back i make people think it’s new fanfic- but-

(for new comers, yes sorry, i don’t write anymore, what’s here is what’s here ! )

i just like to come back sometimes because this account is my ✨treasure of the 2020 pandemic ✨

i have forgotten (or blacked out i’m not sure) most of what i’ve written on here cause it’s from when i was a fan of mcyt, which i grew fond of after i was fond of smp live in 2019 (that sounds crazy)

this is really nothing idk what i’m rambling on for

it’s just so odd to view this page and that era so differently, and i’m sure the people who used to frequent my page might feel the same.

i remember being so excited over stuff like tbott cause of the feedback and small small community around it

i miss writing, i adore it, i still write i just don’t share it as much cause it’s not mcyt related

it’s just funny to look back (and cringe) on the things i’ve written and long forgotten about. it’s crazy what traction some of them got, very odd.

this is still the sweetest corner of the internet tho, and that i miss, but it’ll always be my favorite quarantine memory

why does the tumblr app look the way it does

who made that decision

i just wanna talk

oh hey

i re read tbott since it’s been so long,

wtf did i make that shit so emotional goddam-

a jungle tree, or something.

sorry to say this is not dsmp related, just a little something i felt like putting into writing.

also sorry im to lazy to capitilize or spell check i just have a weird blip i thought id share since i feel like writing a little and havent posted anything in forever

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its that odd feeling in my stomach i get when i think of you that keeps me up at night. it makes me wonder how the blankets would feel around me if they were your arms. how the pillow beneith my head would feel if it was your chest. how my hand would feel full of your hand. its like a deep pulling in my chest reaching out for something that isnt there at all. its the want, its the ache in my throat or chest or heart that doesnt go away unless i clear you from my mind.

its that longing that makes the feeling grow, and it roots into my brain like a stubborn weed and all i can do is water it with daydreams of you with me.

it sounds painful, but i doubt i could ever dislike that feeling. its bittersweet, but more sweet than bitter.

you know when you eat a rediculous amount of those sour candies it burns a hole in your tounge, but its worth it? its sorta like that. (i dont particularly like sour stuff its just for the analogy)

the bitter comes with the fact youre not actually there, that it is just a daydream and a feeling in my stomach.

id much prefer the feeling in my stomach i get when youre looking at me, when your arms around me are actually your arms around me and your hand in mine is actually your hand in mine.

no stubborn roots other than the root in my mind that grows bigger in every direction every time you say my name, and i can hear it withought it being passed through a phone.

its like compairing a bean plant to a rediculously big tree. like a jungle tree, or something.