Jokes On You, Its A Panic Attack So Mild Youre Confusing It For Chest Cramps.

Jokes on you, it’s a panic attack so mild you’re confusing it for chest cramps.

Bro what tjhe fuck

Omg Edgeworth in among us this is not a drill

@jake-marshall I would love that actually, I don’t know why I can’t reply in the comments on this app, but yes I wouldn’t mind posting it on both

Since I’m a fuckin boomer and I don’t know how to make an ao3 account I’m linking my stuff since I posted it on watt pad and there’s two chapters up now. (Thank you, by the way, @jake-marshall for the advice, I took it. Mayhaps you’ll like it? I don’t know. Narumitsu is my current obsession atm. Might not be your thing. Still working on it so yknow there’s that too.)

Here’s the link yall

Wattpad

Retracing Steps

Miles and Phoenix have been married for well over a year after Phoenix got his badge back, Trucy's shows have been sell...

I need to draw up a cover but I’m lazy I’ll do that later once I get my hands on an Apple Pencil again so I’m not fucking finger painting on procreate like the feral little creature that I am. Emjoy. I’m still getting to the juicy parts but I hope the copious amounts of fluff are entertaining as well.

Something I think about a lot is how as a kid, I picked a bunch of wildflowers for my mom.

I didn’t know what they were, just that they were tall and dainty, and pretty, not to mention they were everywhere.

I knew when I was little that something was very wrong between her and my dad, but seeing me come in, with random bits of dirt on my face (and somehow in my ears too) and all over my hands seemed to make her light up for a moment. She’d even scold me a little when I would bring in a bushel so thick our usual vases and glasses wouldn’t fit them. Even in spite of me picking the yard of our house clean of flowers, those dainty purple stalks would pop back up within weeks like I hadn’t just overharvested what me and my parents thought at the time were random lawn weeds.

Now that I’m older and a bit wiser (and don’t cause a wake of biological destruction in my path), and I know what was actually happening in that house, I think it’s funny. Especially since I’m really fond of flowers and floriography.

I was giving her blue toadflax. That especially looking back on it now is painfully ironic. It’s not a typical bouquet flower, but it does have a meaning.

It’s been a long while since I found the site that listed one of its meanings, but it symbolizes protection, and was said to ward off curses and hexes, or even land stewardship. Others said it symbolized joy and vitality. Emphasis on the protective aspect, and it being a stubborn, determined pioneer plant- you can probably argue resilience too.

I was giving her a fucking protection charm and neither her nor I even knew it. Not until I was like fifteen and saw the flowers again and was like “hmm I wonder what these mean, I used to give them to my mom all the time.”

Damn it if the universe ain’t a petty poetic bitch then what is it even?

Personally I think that miles only gels down flyaways because ain’t nobody got hair that sticks that smoothly to their head. I think Phoenix’s hair is just made of chaos incarnate which is why it happens to be like that.

No. It’s not supposed to anyways.

You’re also supposed to be able to see the leaves on trees from afar, not just blobs. That discovery is courtesy of a six year old me getting her first pair of glasses and confusing the shit out of her mother on the drive home.

Get your eyes checked love 💜

(I mean that with the most tender of love, I have severe astigmatism in both eyes. You do, in fact, need glasses my dear.)