I Have This Every Time I Have To Wake For Work. Why Can’t I Build Stick And Log Shelters In The Woods

Who exactly managed to record the inside of my brain during an exam???

Yes????? Obviously?????

Hey so what if I have an idea for a crack fic involving a team up magic-show-musical-performance with Trucy & Klavier and Phoenix as an onstage assistant.

And Miles there to see.

And possibly some angst/hurt/comfort with Dadd Phoenix

Anyone interested because I’m possibly writing it anyway

It came in bouts.

Terrible things happened when I was around five. My father had been abusing my mother in front of me. Verbally, physically, emotionally, financially, you name it he did it. That’s right around the time your memories start by the way. That was probably the first time I actually wanted to die. I didn’t understand it, but I’d play dead in my bedroom, hoping that if I laid there hard enough it would just… happen. Thought that I wouldn’t be missed. Who was gonna pay attention to a corpse when there was a screaming match outside your door, right? My parents divorced soon after, but my father still wasn’t done with causing damage, so he sabotaged my mother’s credit score. It’s hard to be happy kid when your mother is crawling into your bed at night as a child, not in fear of her own life, but later learning she was in fear for yours. And then when you finally see her no longer in fear for your lives you then see her bone tired and pushing herself to the limit to make rent and feed two growing kids, and get a college degree your father kept her from getting, all while working three jobs? Shit was rough. Ate a lot of tv dinners to get by for a while. Sometimes the toilet paper was more appetizing and cheaper at the time, so I would sometimes eat that like a little creature because it made the hunger stop for a little while.

When I was six I was sexually abused by a family member she trusted to watch us while at work.

I was abused again around that same age by my father’s girlfriend’s son, who was a large bit older than me, though it wasn’t as direct.

My dad would physically and verbally abuse me when I was over at his house for the weekends. He’d let his girlfriends do it too if, because they would try to be my “new mommy” and it wouldn’t work because their vibes were horrendous and they always assumed it was because they were taking away my dad’s attention from me, when he didn’t even give it to me in the first place if it wasn’t in his interests or to save face. Sometimes there were no snacks because he would always date almond moms who couldn’t stand us ‘free-grazing’. So sometimes I just went hungry, even when I was in a sport.

Things didn’t start getting better till I was around eight or nine. And not by much. I got diagnosed with ADHD, but my mental health issues got so much worse around puberty. I didn’t know how to make friends because I was so reclused into myself by that point. I kind of just did my own thing. Nobody really seemed to want to keep me around anyways, and I really tried.

Things were okay for awhile when I was ten and eleven.

When I was twelve my mental shit came to a head. I found a group of friends, but I had to annoy them in order to stick around. I was determined then. They ended up ditching me when I was way older anyways so that blew. I got braces. Started therapy. There were a lot of tears and old wounds reopened. At one point I was homeless and couch surfing because my dad refused to forfeit visitation rights even though he was evicted from his condo. That was a trip. Sometimes I would have to have a sleep over with a friend just to get a shower because he wouldn’t pay utilities. Sometimes when he was single there was nothing in the house to eat, and we would be stuck with nothing until he came home from work. Sometimes he would kick us out and lock us out of the house in the middle of the day during the Florida summers to make us “get off our lazy asses.”

Things didn’t start looking up really for my emotional state till I was about 14.

Then I turned 16 and one of my family members died. Was in a car accident while driving my first vehicle (wasn’t at fault. But damn. It was scary). After that things were better, but to be honest? They’re still kinda shit.

I’m 21 now.

So your answer?

Worst years of my life:

5yrs old - 9 yrs old

12 yrs old - 14 yrs old

16yrs old - 18yrs old

…and now I’m doing better. Not completely OK. Not even good really. but better than I can really remember being in a long ass while.

Nowadays I’m just stressed with school and work all the time. Not really super happy or fulfilled yet either, but I’m assuming that’s pretty normal for my generation.

How old were you at the lowest point in your life? Reblog this and put it in the tags, plus your current age maybe. I'm trying to see something.

✨Accidental glomp✨

(I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself)

Day 8: Fantasy

God not yet but I want to

like sex is nice and all but have you ever woken up to multiple lenghty comments on AO3?

Goddamnit capcom just make these fuckers kiss and get married and go make babies already this is so fucking gay on its own and the fact that they’re NOT SOMEHOW CANNON IS KILLING ME.

Started redrawing these two pages from the vol. 2 Ace Attorney Casebook manga back in June and kinda left it on the back burner for a while. Finally finished it! This was fun! And I think it turned out nice, although there are changes I’d make if I did it again. There are so many more moments from the manga I want to draw, but probably not to this extent

(Here’s the OG manga pages. Apologies that the pictures aren’t the clearest. Had to hold my copy open with one hand and take a pic with the other)

My ninth grade bio teacher handing us a packet to complete and not elaborating but putting far too much emphasis on the fact that penises produce cum twice.

I was extremely uncomfortable. I wish I could’ve just walked out. Her saying that once would’ve been enough. She did not need to describe it and specify multiple times. Almost obsessively so. Filling out my packet on consent and STDs and types of birthcontrol appropriate for each scenario (as if there was a correct answer for any of that on god that shit was graded) wasn’t enough really, but it would’ve been fine if I no longer had to listen to her, a married woman, talk about her experience with penis in a room full of 14 year old boys with the maturity of toddlers. Especially as a recovering victim of rape and sexual assault that never got addressed, having to read scenarios about consent not being respected in those packets already made me very uneasy. Her going on a dick tangent? Yeah no. I was 100% not comfortable.

I think once Phoenix has trucy in his life he would probably make it a priority to learn to cook in order to take care of her. Definitely think that for some reason Edgeworth can bake well, but Pheonix cannot bake nothin for shit.

I think Phoenix in the beginning probably OVER seasoned his food. Either it was burned or too salty, spicy, etc for trucy to want to eat it. But he would’ve kept trying to do better because he’s got a kid now, yknow?

Maya and pearl may have stepped in at some point after checking in on Phoenix and finding that he is a bisexual disaster both in and outside of his kitchen.

Out of the two of them, I think Phoenix is probably the better cook (eventually) seeing as he as more of a creative and open streak than edgeworth does, which is kinda important for cooking in general. Like Phoenix (once he gets a hang of cooking in general) is more resourceful when it comes to meal planning and finding ways to be frugal through making leftovers into multiple kinds of dishes so nobody gets bored of the food before it’s finished off. I think edgeworth can bake because it’s something his whole family did with him when he was a wee lad. Like they say him up on the kitchen counter and taught him how to crack an egg and measure flour and how to mix everything together correctly.

But when they first meet in court? Fuck no they can’t cook for shit lmao.

Okay. So cooking and feeding yourself and others just means alot to me (even tho i burn alot of stuff teehee) but i just read alot of different hc for these two and cooking and wanna do a poll cuz i got brain worm. Anyways my specific HC under the cut

Okay so i honestly think neither knew how to cook dureing the events of the first game. Phoenix, i think could cook a bit but it would be very bland cuz he doesn't know how spices work and i also think he burnt stuff alot. He didnt seem like he had the time to learn to cook between lawschool and wanting to save edgeworth. He's always been better at takeing care of others than takeing care of himself so i dont think he was a particularly good cook dureing the events of the first and especially second game. This bitch has never looked at a recipe.

Edgeworth on the other hand probably hasent ever needed to cook like ever. Gregory might have had miles help in the kitchen but after miles moved into the von karma household he never really used a kitchen outside of a kettle maybe. He doesn't know how ovens work. When in Europe after the first game is when he startss to learn some cooking. I think its part of his learning to care for himself. Treat yourself kindly and make yourself a nice meal is the idea. I think at first its disastrous. He may have had to put out some fires. I think he improves in cooking when he starts to improve himself, sort of like a reflection of his progress. By the time he returns in the secound game hes able to cook better than phoenix but only if following a recipe.

Phoenix doesnt see major improvement untill his disbarment. The first few years dont see much improvement but in tye last few years he spends time in europe with edgeworth and something they do together is cook. They choose a recipe and follow it, and phoenix starts useing those recipes when they return home.

By the time phoenix gets his badge back i think they are both pretty capable cooks and have a decent understanding of how to use spices and not set fires. I think in the end edgeworth is the better cook overall but phoenix isnt too far behind, he just has more kitchen accidents bit he also cooks more than edgeworth since he likes to feed people.

Anyways i have more thoughts bit o need to sleep and also i cant find the words cuz it makes me too happy

Cackling over the fact that they’re fucking fighting over a species of horsetails, this is literally every botanist ever lmfao

i love it when botanists fight in the annotations

guy in 1939, taking his time to line up his typewriter to painstakingly write the family name: its equisetum hyemale!

guy in 1948 scribbling on a slip of paper: no dumbass its equisetum prealtium

guy in 2020 on a sticky note: hey fuckass! its equisetum hyemale, are you smoking crack? are you on fucking crack? update annotation.

Gentle reminder to not do shit while bereaved, I just burnt the shit outta my hand because I was crying to hard to pay attention to which hand was grabbing something out of the oven.