Also, a new experience.

I’ve been taking methylphenidate for three weeks now. Yesterday I got home, had dinner, wrote for a bit. Took a look at the state the kitchen was in. Tidied it up.

I did not want to. I really did not want to. But I did it anyway and it was not like trying to climb glass with my bare fingers, it was… manageable. It was almost neutral. I even went out to take the trash AFTER I sat down on the couch. I EVEN PAID A FINE.

I keep double doubting myself. It did not feel special, I just did it, so maybe it wasn’t real? Maybe it was just one good day? Is this how functioning works? You just do things?

Post with a target audience of maybe three people: Sugimoto’s favorite döner in Bologna would be Babilonia’s, but he’d go to Beirut more often bc it’d be asirpa’s favorite

Finished flat colored commission for Queerdump featuring a Modern AU Sugimoto eating a Kebab in Bologna.
Had so much fun working on this one!

I am so happy about this honestly it gives me so much joy

There are two possible paths before me:

1) Watching Gundam Unicorn (good ending)
2) Re-watching Gundam Zeta (bad ending)

Something something the avulsion scene in Gideon the ninth

There is a counterpart to this. There is the power fantasy that someone somewhere sees you like this and cares