OH MY GOD OK4Y SO TH1S W4S FUNNY TH3 F1RST COUPL3 OF T1M3S BUT 1T'S NOT STOPP1NG 1F 1 H4V3 TO L1ST3N TO "DON'T STOP B3L13V1NG" BY HUM4N B4ND JOURN3Y ON3 MOR3 T1M3 1 4M GO1NG TO GO COMPL3T3LY OUT OF MY FUCK1NG GOURD
DO3S 4NYON3 KNOW HOW TO STOP TH1S? OR, B4RR1NG TH4T, TURN TH3 VOLUM3 DOWN? W3'V3 GOT 4 LOT OF T3CH S4VYY P3OPL3 H3R3 W3 C4N'T 4LL B3 STUCK L1ST3N1NG TO TH1S FOR J3GUS KNOWS HOW LONG SUR3LY SOM3BODY'S GOT 4N 1D34
C. fifth day
OHHHHHHHHHH MYGOD PL34S3 1'M SO T1R3D 1 JUST W4NT TO SL33P WHY 1S TH1S H4PP3N1NG? D1D 1 DO SOM3TH1NGTO D3S3RV3 TH1S
FUCK M4N 1F K4RK4T C4N DO 1T SO C4NN 1? H3 W3NT 4 WHOL3 30 D4YS W1THOUT SL33P1NG ONC3 NOT ONC3! WHO 3V3N DO3S THAT? FUCK!!! TH1S 1S NOTH1NGGGGGGGgggggzsdffgggggggg
[The rest of the post is filled up with nothing but lowercase Gs, repeating. It seems she nodded off while typing and accidentally hit send in her sleep.]
D. wake me up when september ends
[She said it before, and she'll say it again: this station is a fucking nightmare.
Or, it would be, if Terezi could just get to sleep.
She's so tired. She wants to rest. Every time she passes out for a few brief, beautiful moments, a new song starts blaring at max volume over the speakers and startles her into consciousness.
Food is a necessity; she doesn't particularly want to eat, but she knows she's got to if she wants any chance of surviving this stupidity. She staggers down to the mess hall, stumbling and bumping into walls in a sleep-deprived haze. Like an utter zombie, she punches in the command to order herself a bowl of troll-style breakfast, and wearily trudges to one of the tables to take a seat. She turns to face people as they walk in for food, blearily waving good morning--
--and then slumps face first into her bowl of fake space grubflake cereal.
Somebody please help her before she drowns in synthetic musclebeast milk. It's a very undignified way to go.]
0 0 3 » THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE WATER [locked to Venus]
[Terezi knocks on Venus's door. She's wrapped in her dorm-issued blankets and has as many pillows as she's managed to find stuffed under her arms.
She's desperate. She's exhausted. She's nodded off at least three times in the past five minutes, only to be woken by the sweet dulcet tones of Bonnie Tyler crooning the lyrics of the 1983 hit "Total Eclipse of the Heart." This is the fucking worst.
Between the sleep deprivation and the yawning chasm of depressed nothing clawing at her mind, Terezi knows she's at her breaking point. She knows she's at the edge of making some kind of very poorly thought out and self-destructive decision, and she has to do something to stop herself from replicating fifty bowls of sweet sundae ramen and eating herself into a diabetic coma.]
terezi pyrope | ota
A. first day
4R3 YOU K1DD1NG M3
TH1S 1S SUCH BL4T4NT HUM4N F4VOR1T1SM
WH3R3 1S TH3 TROLL MUS1C???
WH3R3 4R3 TH3 4LT3RN14N TUN3S????
1 D3M4ND TROLL M1CH43L J4CKSON TH1S 1NST4NT
TH1S SP4C3 ST4T1ON 1S 4 FUCK1NG N1GHTM4R3
B. second day
OH MY GOD
OK4Y SO TH1S W4S FUNNY TH3 F1RST COUPL3 OF T1M3S BUT 1T'S NOT STOPP1NG
1F 1 H4V3 TO L1ST3N TO "DON'T STOP B3L13V1NG" BY HUM4N B4ND JOURN3Y ON3 MOR3 T1M3
1 4M GO1NG TO GO COMPL3T3LY OUT OF MY FUCK1NG GOURD
DO3S 4NYON3 KNOW HOW TO STOP TH1S?
OR, B4RR1NG TH4T, TURN TH3 VOLUM3 DOWN?
W3'V3 GOT 4 LOT OF T3CH S4VYY P3OPL3 H3R3
W3 C4N'T 4LL B3 STUCK L1ST3N1NG TO TH1S FOR J3GUS KNOWS HOW LONG
SUR3LY SOM3BODY'S GOT 4N 1D34
C. fifth day
OHHHHHHHHHH MYGOD
PL34S3
1'M SO T1R3D
1 JUST W4NT TO SL33P
WHY 1S TH1S H4PP3N1NG?
D1D 1 DO SOM3TH1NGTO D3S3RV3 TH1S
FUCK
M4N
1F K4RK4T C4N DO 1T
SO C4NN 1?
H3 W3NT 4 WHOL3 30 D4YS W1THOUT SL33P1NG ONC3
NOT ONC3!
WHO 3V3N DO3S THAT?
FUCK!!!
TH1S 1S NOTH1NGGGGGGGgggggzsdffgggggggg
[The rest of the post is filled up with nothing but lowercase Gs, repeating. It seems she nodded off while typing and accidentally hit send in her sleep.]
D. wake me up when september ends
[She said it before, and she'll say it again: this station is a fucking nightmare.
Or, it would be, if Terezi could just get to sleep.
She's so tired. She wants to rest. Every time she passes out for a few brief, beautiful moments, a new song starts blaring at max volume over the speakers and startles her into consciousness.
Food is a necessity; she doesn't particularly want to eat, but she knows she's got to if she wants any chance of surviving this stupidity. She staggers down to the mess hall, stumbling and bumping into walls in a sleep-deprived haze. Like an utter zombie, she punches in the command to order herself a bowl of troll-style breakfast, and wearily trudges to one of the tables to take a seat. She turns to face people as they walk in for food, blearily waving good morning--
--and then slumps face first into her bowl of fake space grubflake cereal.
Somebody please help her before she drowns in synthetic musclebeast milk. It's a very undignified way to go.]
0 0 3 » THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE WATER [locked to Venus]
[Terezi knocks on Venus's door. She's wrapped in her dorm-issued blankets and has as many pillows as she's managed to find stuffed under her arms.
She's desperate. She's exhausted. She's nodded off at least three times in the past five minutes, only to be woken by the sweet dulcet tones of Bonnie Tyler crooning the lyrics of the 1983 hit "Total Eclipse of the Heart." This is the fucking worst.
Between the sleep deprivation and the yawning chasm of depressed nothing clawing at her mind, Terezi knows she's at her breaking point. She knows she's at the edge of making some kind of very poorly thought out and self-destructive decision, and she has to do something to stop herself from replicating fifty bowls of sweet sundae ramen and eating herself into a diabetic coma.]
Hey! Are you there?