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University Of Hazbin
How has no one done a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss College AU? I gotta do everything myself around here
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Hot dog I am bad at having a sideblog. Did not notice that I’ve been reblogging to this blog💀
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It's a weird fucking feeling realising that you actually have to plan ahead for and schedule in the things you like to do, as well as the things you have to do.
I don't mean the complicated stuff, that's a given.
If I'm going to the cinema, then I accept I'm going to have to look up film times and buy tickets and figure out when I'm going to leave the house. If I'm going to visit a friend who lives in a different county, then I accept that I'm going to probably be looking up travel times and planning activities and where to eat and what time we'll be doing what, for possibly days beforehand.
But its even the fucking lowkey stuff. If I want to watch a tv show, I have to plan time out of my day to do it, and I don't always get round to it. If I have a whole day free for some reason, and I decide I want to watch a film (at home, on the sofa) and I don't lay out a plan for when I'm going to do that and how long I'm going to take, then it just won't happen.
If I want to go for a walk just around my local area before it gets dark, or eat something with a slightly longer cooking time, or write my diary, or read a book I've been looking forward to reading, or even read fucking fanfiction that is longer than about 8000 words, then I have to set some sort of plan beforehand.
Like, I know intellectually that executive dysfunction affects more than just the things you don't enjoy doing. But fuck it doesn't really hit you until you realise that you haven't sat down to watch an episode of that show you like for over a week, even though you can't really name any activities you've been doing or commitments you have that would make it impossible to do so.
Anyway, this is a reminder to people who struggle with that sort of thing: schedule your days off, lest they be swallowed by the Pit before you get the chance to do anything fun with them.
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Finally finished another bunch of chaggie sketches
Yay
These dorks are just being cute
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something something helluva text posts
one | two | three | four
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with the mid ass women some of you guys want you might as well be straight
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I am extremely online but in like the Loser Way. if you try to make me use instagram or tiktok I fumble around with it like a grandma who has never seen a phone before. if you send me a tumblr screenshot however, I will tell you that not only have I already seen the original post but that I'm mutuals with OP
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we as a society need to do something about the fact that frozen pizza doesn't taste good
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I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨
drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu
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Ok so we could:
Read Bible fanfic (Good omens)
Read Bible fanfic (Paradise Lost)
Read Bible fanfic (The Locked Tomb)
Read Bible fanfic (Inferno)
Or:
Watch Bible fanfic (Supernatural)
Watch Bible fanfic (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)
Watch Bible fanfic (Good Omens)
Your choice!
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Helluva Boss as textposts part 19/?
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19
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Summary:
Blitz knocked loudly, in case his roommate had moved in already, and fumbled for his key. He heard clanging through the door, but didn’t wait for anyone to answer as he twisted the lock and swung the door open.
“I’m coming, just give me a second!” a familiar, though slightly raspy, voice called out.
Blitz stood frozen in the doorway as the door swung open, his mouth falling open in horror.
“Hey new roommate! Welcome to Fizzeroli’s dorm of delight--” Fizz, mid jump of some sort, landed with a thud and stared at Blitz. “Blitzo?”
Blitz was in hell. “Oh fuck me.”
Chapter one is up! I think the best way for me to end my senior year of university is to force Blitz to start it.
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