Sometimes Some Really Random Things Will Come Into My Head And I Dont Know Where They Came From?? Like,

sometimes some really random things will come into my head and I don’t know where they came from?? Like, I was chillin’ in bed last night playing Animal Crossing and this came to mind-

Fisherprice Demon, put curses and hexes on people but it’s for toddlers, and everything is bright and round….

I’m listening to FNAF ambiance right now

found this in an old sketchbook and….

NEW BOOK IDEA?!?

Like one of them is a royal Tgirl the other is a hard-working lower class tguy and they FALL IN LOVE in the 1800s????!

Conversation with a Native Son: Maya Angelou and James Baldwin

Hell yes brother

What the fuck this is true and I hate it

fucking despise us military ads with every fiber of my being but especially this new one I’ve been getting on youtube that’s like “your epic journey starts here” and starts fucking listing off like. character classes. like it’s a fantasy mmorpg or something. one of them has helicopters flying and is like “the dragon tamer” and it’s like “find your inner warrior” LIKE BRO YOU KILL PEOPLE. NOT IN LIKE A FANTASY WAR RPG GAME WAY LIKE IN A REAL LIFE IRL ACTUAL MASS MURDER WAY

Universal Events: Heart Strings plucked by Angel Wings

CHAPTER ONE: CITY OF TEMPLES

OKOK LETS SEE IF I CAN GET THIS DONE IN ONE SITTING

PROLOGUE

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MY INKITT

TW--FOR THE ENTIRE BOOK-- UNDER THE CUT, I WAS A LITTLE UNCLEAR AT THE TIME

TW: Religious trauma, homo/transphobia, gore (not awfully descriptive), death.

ALBERTA'S PERSPECTIVE

The long way around for me was the best way around. It didn't matter if it was raining or if there was an emergency, it was better to walk around Ocean Street. In such a large city like this, there were a million ways to go in every direction away from The Temple. But that was in the back of my mind right now, all that mattered was getting home safe every day.

West Pue City wasn't the greatest place to live when you're looking for acceptance, it's a predominantly conservative city caged by the thousands of temples people walk in and out of every day, the sounds of hymns and prayers rung from their interior, chanting the same verses over and over again. I had no problem with it, not anymore.

I pressed the button at a crosswalk and waited for the light to turn red as cars whizzed by, honking their horns and spitting gas out of their exhaust pipes. I unintentionally craned my neck up to stare at the clouds and the bustling city of Heaven above them, I couldn't help but allow myself to be entranced by the angelic flapping of the missionaries' wings as they flew down gracefully to the temples across the city. Sometimes I catch myself wondering what it would be like to have wings like that, to be able to go anywhere you wanted and make it look so easy and beautiful. This thought made me reach up to fiddle with my horns, feeling my head be jostled by the sudden pull from my hand poking the tips. I always got weird, judgmental stares from The Gojulistic people around me, it wasn't common to see someone who hadn't cut their horns as it was the ultimate way to show your devotion— if you had any— to G.O.D.

I'd read somewhere that humans around 19 thousand years ago didn't have any horns at all. In every single history book I was forced to read in school, I never saw horns on any regular human, and I saw the same horns I had on animals like the mythical creatures— that somehow existed back then, which was wild to me— like these things called "goats" and "cows." I saw old humans as someone of the same species, but so different in the same way.

Before I could go deeper down the rabbit hole of my mind, the shuffling of bodies interrupted me, and my feet began to carry me across the street. I grabbed my arms and rubbed with a groan as the usual routine of the air doing a sudden 180 and dropping a few degrees every night of the Winter without fail, even though it was only 6PM.

I made it back to my apartment in time before the night became too cold and shuffled up the stairs as I reached into my pocket to grab my room key. To my horror, I couldn't feel the cold, jagged metal on my fingertips and I let out a groan. Fixing my jacket and throwing my bag back over my head, I ran back down the stairs and rushed back out onto the sidewalk as I retraced my steps back to the cafe.