yeupthisisdead

Now why the hell do I have 700+ followers on this account still? Whomst is here? Why are you listening?

yeupthisisdead

Chapter three of You Are Her is in the works ❤️  please go check out the first two chapters if you haven’t already, I’ve put a lot of work into them :) this is a very interesting story for a lot of reasons and I’d love to see what you all think

yeupthisisdead

I miss the feeling of nostalgia being created. 
          
          Staticky TVs playing on 8 but sounding like 80 at 3 in the morning as I stay up past my bedtime. Sitting down on the couch with my mac and cheese and chicken nuggets to watch scooby Doo. Reading a book for the first time to discover my lifetime favorite author. Watching a movie for the first time to discover my favorite actor or director. 
          
          Holding my grandparents, or them holding me, because I can’t hold them anymore and that nostalgia is a painful one. My uncle b showing up out of the blue every six months or so to call me his little monkey and agitate us all with how loud he was. My boyfriends mom coming into the living room at 5 am to see me still awake and offering to hang out with me for a little bit and talk to help me get some sleep. My highschool teachers getting together book bags of blankets, food and anything I might need. 
          
          The funny thing is, we never feel that feeling anymore once we’ve started to grow up- we just kind of place it on a good moment and hope it sticks when we tell the story later on. But really, nostalgia is safety. It’s comfort and kindness that nobody thinks about providing you, it just happens. 
          
          I miss it.

yeupthisisdead

I miss the feeling of watching doctor who with my grandfather in the mornings and bonding over who our favorite characters were. I miss playing catch with him in the front yard as he talked to me about the stars and life. I miss feeling his scratchy beard on my cheeks as he hugged me. I miss the smell of his coffee every morning, I miss his western shows playing every morning at what felt like the crack of dawn, waking me up from my sleep. I miss how he tried so hard to talk to me. I miss his voice, his behavior, his hugs. I miss his advice, I miss his tough love. 
            
            I’ll never have it back, in three days it’ll be five years. But I think about it a lot.
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yeupthisisdead

BOOK UPDATE POLL; 
          Comment what book of mine you’d like me to update / finish! Please limit it to two comments per account! 
          
          Fandom One Shots 
          He’s My Pinetree
          A Collection Of HomeStuck
          ZombieStuck
          Sadstuck Headcannons 
          Unfinished Book Ideas
          Keep Your Heads Up, My HomeStucks

yeupthisisdead

It’s been two years since the last update of Hes My Pinetree, and four since the last chapter I wrote. I started that book five years ago in class, writing it on a piece of paper as a fan fiction. I never expected people to like it or to be dedicated to it. For this, thank you. So much. I just edited chapter one, and chapter two is in the process. Hopefully it will be fully edited and have one update by June.