mc, posting on the devildom ver. of twitter: you guys I just took the biggest shit

some lower demon replying: ew tmi

asmo, also replying: kys mc is popping off

mc, reposting the thread: it hurt :(

belphie, replying to the repost: the comment or the shit?

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

clint mcelroy creating a dnd character: oh yeah, this bad boy can fit so much simple zest for life in him

WHERE WERE THE AWAKENING SECOND GEN ON JULY 21ST 2023

just learned about sonic dating princess sally and them having kids in the archie comics when they were both like, in their forties. absolutely devastated by this information.

like i do imagine many of the sonic characters to be in their twenties because i want 2 relate 2 them, but on god, forties? do they have low back pain now? does sonic have knee pain, from all the running? does tails own a house now? does he have mortgage payments? what kinds of taxes does everyone have to file? have the chaotix been arrested for tax evasion or have they managed to avoid law enforcement thus far? do they even have income tax in mobius?

is eggman dead?

so many questions

are you leaving? sorry for asking :/

Not sure yet :') being in this fandom takes such a huge toll on me when shit hits the fan that i cant really justify to myself staying and being invested in the same capacity as I have been. However I love my mutuals and this community too damn much to just up and leave completely 😭 for now im gonna take a break from tumblr and just give it some time. I could never leave tumblr fully though I fear I'm a yapper at heart so maybe I'll just end up posting about whatever. I really don't know ! I'll figure it out !!

god i'm so tired of this shit. let's go back to the internet in the mid 2000s. set me free on pbskids.org and adventurequest.com the way they returned the wolves to yellowstone

Wheezing with laughter writing this part of Chapter 11 of A Toast to the Pigs...

I almost feel the need to apologise for my art. sorry it's like this. sorry it can't be better. sorry I made it. sorry that I uselessly hope you'll like it. sorry.

It's actually really funny how it is bc despite being an insane person with weird kinks whenever I see someone with kinks I DON'T share I'm instantly thrown off by it. Which is comedic to me bc you'd expect the freak to inherently Understand other freaks but no unfortunately that's not how it works necessarily.

yeah so i dont get the "wasn't that some fucked up shit? anyway i'm Rod Sterling" mentality some people have towards different narrative reads. It's all sweet and cool to want to explore all the different variations of a fucked up scenario, but i'm gonna need the reasons for it. I need the "why"; why are we exploring this thing? Why is it important to explore this story? what am i getting out of it? and no it's not about morality.

I dont need a story to teach me "good" life lessons, though that'd be lovely. I dont need it to be an exceptional and exemplary narrative even, but i need my discoveries to be purposeful and meaningful. Sometimes the aim for an exploration of say, a very tragic story, is to simply experiences the different flavours and nuances and complexities of a deeply held personal emotion; sometimes it helps us find the mirroring and connection and relatedness that we need to feel seen and heard and understood. Sometimes it helps you parse out your own bullshit by taking it out of your head and putting it in front of you– i dont care what the reason is, but there's a reason. There's a purpose for every single endeavour you take on, even if you haven't discovered the reason yet. "i just want to experience a fucked up shit" lazy superficial thinking, dig deeper. I hate superficial and purposeless shit; and no i'm not gonna explore the 863796373th trending trauma porn piece of the day because "wouldn't that be fucked up?" nah. I dont care, it's got no use to me. I will absolutely respect the endeavour and make space for it if someone tells me something as simple as "it is relevant to me and my interests and experiences and my mental preoccupations, and helps me refine my humanity and my understanding of humanity in general", that is a lovely and true statement. But if someone keeps churning out worst possible fucked up sad scenarios one after another under the "wouldn't that be fucked up?" flag, i'm out, i dont give a fuck. take your sad shit somewhere else, i have absolutely zero space for purposeless horrible narratives that positively add nothing to my life and dont help me navigate it in any meaningful way.

yk the idea of marcus befriending oliver for the sole purpose of getting closer to the davenports is so sad but also really fucking funny to me like

he cant get close to the davenports themselves for some fucking reason, apparently he cannot get closer with kaz, so oliver is his best bet. he rly went to the guy who's best friend is dating the target 😞 it's so convoluted but so funny to imagine marcus being rejected that many times to the point where he settles to befriend oliver

Okay a continuance of 'what original stuff is Cass working on atm' because I thought these bits were cool and since we're on the topic of me getting all dramatic and romantic about my own characters...

actually so im very sorry i know nothing abt the fic i wrote but if it helps i DID put some thought behind this line

"Come on, Fitz. There's always something. Here, I'll go first. I've never played uno. And--" Keefe adds quickly, before Fitz can even say a word he's thinking, "stop looking so surprised, okay?"

"Wow. Never?" Fitz's disbelief is evident.

"The chance just never came up." Keefe shoots Fitz a grin. "Your turn."

anyways so that was supposed to be like a nod to how keefes family sucks ass and its not like theyd ever play uno w him and im p sure like canonically too he didnt rlly have friends till fitz came along sooo who would he play uno w as a kid? and technically it was supposed to be like fitz asks why and keefes like “oh i mean my parents would never play a game like that” but then it wouldve gotten all stressy depressy and writing emotions is hard so i decided to take the easier maybe cowardly route <3

oh shit!! for some reason i never caught onto this being a reference to keefe's family sucking??? like for how many times i've reread this fic i should've figured that out. but apparently it went over my head. oof. alright then.

(i actually singled out this line for a different reason, but i'll sneak some of what you said into that section of this fic :) )

in finland our biggest pride event canceled their partnership with our biggest political party because the party hadn't voted in agreement about our new trans law (to allow self-ID and remove requirement of being sterile (yeah really)) (the party had ruled it a “matter of conscience” and abt 1/3 voted against), and now our news are full of the members of that party being pissed abt it and our likely next prime minister commenting how this is “sad and offends many people”, and ppl are flocking to lament and mock how pride is so intolerable and how u have to have 100% correct opinions in order to participate and i'm