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food, executive dysfunction (+ somehow) 

Y'all ever just make a panic meal because you realize it's getting late and you still needed to cook and didn't have time for anything too elaborate but still end up super pleased with what you made anyway

Because god damn this phat phrik khing is delicious

just a pinch of allcaps re: disordered sleep 

brain: ah, it's been four hours, rise and shine fucko
me: four hours isn't enough and you know it, let me fall back asleep
brain: ehhhhh we can just catch up later
me: what if we catch up now, in the time that I specifically freed up for it
brain: NO! no, you see, you must be up because uhhhhhhhh... HEY remember this idea you had right before falling asleep
me: I don't, and also fuck you

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disordered sleep 

love to make time for 7 hours of sleep and getting only 4 because your brain thinks that's enough somehow

long dreamlog, violence and what's probably going to be body horror to other people; a werewolf doing -very- werewolf things 

I haven't exactly been doing a *great* job at remembering my dreams lately but this one's still pretty fresh in my memory even two hours after waking up, so I may as well write this one out and share with the rest of the class.

Things started out pretty nebulously. Me and someone who was implied to be my older sister (NB: I'm an only child) along with a friend of mine around my age (no one I could put a name to) were out and about going through town, friend ran off having to do something saying she'll be back not much later. She didn't return, so me and my sister went looking for her a while after we dove into this fairly large store (though, only one story tall) with a big public space on top of it, first shopping around before we decided to go looking for her. Mostly groceries around us, not unlike a typical large-ish Asian supermarket but... less strictly Asian?

We arrived upstairs, and not too long after we went our separate ways - sis scoped out the bottom floor where there was a big crowd of people gathered around a dance-off between two folks no older than their early 20s, I meanwhile went upstairs where there was a small bar with a bunch of people gathered around it figured I'd find my friend there instead.

This is where things got spooky.

First thing I wanted to do was freshen myself up a little and maybe grab some water to drink, so I went up to the counter (roughly square around a small booth in the middle of the mezzanine with stools arranged around it, self-serve) and reached over for the tap when this guy smugly put his hand on mine and pressed it shut again.

So of course, I pushed his hand off of mine and pulled his arm away, which just led him to reach over again and flick water at me because he was clearly looking for a fight at which point... something snapped in me. This guy was no longer just an annoyance, he was *prey*.

The next thing that happened was that I lunged forward and sunk my teeth right into his arm, biting right through as my teeth turned into large fangs, claws growing from my fingertips while I pulled him out of his seat and slammed him against the wall behind me - everyone around me panicked and started screaming and running away as I'd started to turn.

Could swear I felt a thin dusting of fur on me as I woke up, too.

one day I'll have more than four and a half hours of sleep in a row again

today is, apparently, not that day

birdhell meta 

imagine if Twitter actually offered features to improve the safety of using that site like disabling quote tweets or giving people the ability to keep minors from following their accounts

instead of y'know, adding a totally useless feature and taunting people with it

food mention 

forgot to open my window while making stew and now my kitchen is a sauna, what's good

me: CWs a post with "selfies"
also me: posts only one selfie

selfies, ec 

Sweat tried its best to ruin my makeup before and while I was out for groceries this morning but I wasn't going to let it stop me

currently enjoying the 90-second-long period of time that occurs only twice per year, where the sun shines at exactly the correct angle to go through the front window of our flat, through the living room, into the hallway, down the small set of stairs that goes to the back, and into the kitchen, where it lands exactly in the 20cm wide gap between counter units next to the sink (which is impossible to clean behind) and illuminates, with glorious intensity, a plastic hose and 1 piece of dry pasta

birdhell, nothing bad happened or whatever it's just a fucky screenshot of the site itself blatantly not working 

in other news y'all ever wonder what twitter looks like without CSS

so fucking windy out here it sounds like there's a goddamn poltergeist in my apartment

let's join the bandwagon

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