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sciderman · 24 days

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As another blog who accidentally got following for funny jokes and content creator by god you summarized how creating content feels on Tumblr nowadays. Like,

No one interacts but at the same time they'll complain that there's no updates, they'll complain that you disappeared but even if you post something no one interacts with. They treat as if people who post things about fandom are just there to be some kind of machine will post something to make them laugh and then reblog in silence.

There's no feedback, there's no community, and it feels weird like some kind of big brother. Where you spend your time and energy making something and then people throw you a like and you're just like blind??? 'Do they still like it?' 'am I doing it wrong?' 'did I lose the flow?' But nope. It seems like every person who makes something in this plataforma feels a different variation of that. And feels so weird talking about it as if you're 'seeking attention' and being too 'hungry' about it. But what are we supposed to do...? Just put our heart and souls by a grand majority that won't take a second to say something and just like and maybe reblog as if you're some advertisement?

Feels weird. I am sorry you feel like that too Sci, your ask-blog is great and you spent a lot of energy co-creating with people and using your creativity. I don't blame you for feeling demotivated. That's a weird era to be in where people don't know how to differentiate that there's someone behind a blog and nor a major corporation that will put something they're interacting or not. Very weird.

it's so very universal, i've seen it all the places, everywhere. i know it's not just a me thing... it's kind of honestly just the way the world operates now. running the blog really did used to give me such an excited feeling to be building this story with other people who were invested and everyone had a hand in pushing wade and peter into all kinds of directions and it was so, so gratifying. and when i left i was still craving that interaction - i wanted to create an interactive instagram account, but i kind of figured it wouldn't work, because the platform just isn't good for it.

something that's largely been absent from my life is community, y'know. it's so difficult to find it, in the city. and i kind of found it through the blog. but online communities feel like something that's dying too. nobody wants to be communal. i've had so many interactions where people are taken aback that i'm just some dumb, tired little human. i'm a tired human who made spider-man comics because it got me friends on the internet. i don't make money doing this. i do it for friends. i... sighs. i miss so many people that used to be around but they're not here anymore. i miss how it used to feel. i don't think i can get it back. i don't know where i can look now, but i don't think i'm going to find whatever i'm looking for here. i guess it's like - i know i have to leave the city because the city makes me feel small and lonely. and maybe i have to leave the internet too. it makes me feel small and lonely.

#sci speaks #and im not the only one!!#so many content creators are leaving the internet because it makes them miserable.#but i'm just so sad about it because it used to feel so good. it used to be so good. and i'm not sure what i can do about it.#i think for now i'm just going to focus on me. my surgery. getting healthy. getting sexy. keeping my brain good.#my career is going really well right now.#i'm making a Lot of Money. doing animation. really GOOD animation.#i didn't want my career to be my source of fulfilment but right now i guess it is.#i am making BANK. big cha-ching. i may look really sad on the internet but in real life? im mega ultra successful #i am the success story. i am big ultra success. making it rain.#everyone who meets me says “wow” in the best way because im so good at what i do.#im the best. in my career. not on the internet (anymore)#so i think i guess i'm just going to put my all into making money. maybe that will will the void in my soul.

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finniestoncrane · 11 months

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💜🍴 Finnie's 1.5k Follower Event 🍴💚

CLOSED by health inspector

even though it felt like this took forever it really didn't because i've only been on here and writing for just over a year, and i'm so grateful that people still follow me despite my personality as a whole lmao, i wanted to do something silly and goofy so here's my prompt list for my milestone ;-; hello and welcome to the vill-inn, gotham's newest restaurant (and definitely 100% not a money-laundering front for nefarious rogue activity no sirree u-u) please come on in and peruse the menu and let us know what you want to eat!! send in your order + reader/insert gender/pronouns/genitals too! the restaurant is now closed as well as writing headcanons and drabbles, i'm also doing a little give away! so anyone who asks off anon (or not, check the specials menu below) i'll enter into a little silly draw for a 1k commission and pick 3 winners u-u 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)

Hello, welcome to Vill-Inn, how will you be DIE-ning with us today?

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Takeout [bullet-point/free form story/headcanon style]

Delivery [surprise me]

Great! Wonderful! What can I get you to drink? And don't say fear toxin! (I'm this close to quitting...) (pick 1)

Water [hurt/comfort]

Soda [angst]

Milkshake [fluff]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

Black Coffee [doesn't matter/surprise me]

And what will you be having for your MAIM course? (pick 1, feel free to specify the version)

Question Mark Shaped Nuggies [riddler]

Sushi Platter [penguin]

Pumpkin Ravioli [scarecrow]

Surf and Turf [two face]

Arroz con Pollo [bane]

Steak [victor zsasz]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter]

Garden Salad [poison ivy]

Gut Buster Burger [harley quinn]

Gazpacho [mr freeze]

Plain Noodles with Butter [john doe]

Gumbo [killer croc]

BBQ Platter [captain boomerang]

And what loyal side(kick)s are you having with that? (pick up to 4)

🍟 Regular Fries [waking up with them]

🧇 Waffle Fries [sex in a public place]

🍠 Sweet potato Fries [visiting them in Arkham/Blackgate]

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🍁 Poutine [slow dancing]

🥔 Potato Skins [at a party]

🍕 Pizza Bites [tending to wounds]

🍗 Chicken Wings [confession/confessing feelings]

🍔 Sliders [exacting revenge]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🍤 Popcorn Shrimp [hugs from behind]

🐔 Chicken Strips [oral sex/how they give and receive]

🍿 Cheese Popcorn [bite marks/marking kink]

🥒 Deep Fried Pickles [sloppy kisses]

🧅 Blooming Onion [being rejected]

🍘 Rice Crackers [choking]

🍞 Bread Rolls [blood play]

🧄 Garlic Bread [straddling]

🥖 Breadsticks [neck/wrist kisses]

🥪 Half Sandwich [giving/receiving praise]

🥣 Soup [argument]

🍜 Noodles [cuddles]

🍚 Steamed Rice [denial]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🍣 Sushi Sampler [edging/orgasm denial]

🌽 Corn on the Cob [instructional masturbation]

🥕 Honey Glazed Carrots ["open your mouth"]

🥗 Green Salad ["do you need a hand?"]

🍅 Tomato Salad ["i have to go"]

🍏 Fruit Salad ["i shouldn't have to ask"]

🍆 Roasted Veg ["i've never done this before"]

🥦 Seared Broccoli ["i hate you"]

🧀 Cheese Platter ["it's too late"]

🍖 Meat Plate ["i've never wanted anything more"]

🍄 Sauteed Mushrooms ["do you want it rough or gentle?"]

🥑 Guacamole ["please don't leave"]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

🥓 Bacon Bits ["i didn't say stop"]

💚 Specials Menu 💚

I'm Here For A Blind Date [tell me a bit about yourself and i'll do a character pairing for who you're having lunch with]

Can I Get A Seat At the Buffet? [i don't have an idea/want to ask off anon, but i want to be included in the draw - this message won't be answered]

thanks for visiting, and please feel free to tip your wait staff 💜

#finnie1500 #I’m hoping this inspires me to write a bit more!! I AM EXCITED #NOW LET US NEVER SPEAK OF MILESTONES AGAIN FOR AT LEAST FOUR YEARS HOPEFULLY #I kept looking at the follower account too much #finnie shouts into the void

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cistematicchaos · 5 months

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im so tired of the casual ableism surrounding covid yall. living in a household where it is not taken seriously is wearing me down to a nub. this is so fucked.

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marivoid · 17 days

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Reason for not posting anything today:

I've figured out how to properly animate on Krita.

Boys I'm going big for Ren Diggity Dog.

#the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #I've discovered animation #i am now limitless #be warned!!

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foolishnpd · 8 months

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I perceive that I'm getting ignored (I'm not really) and I want to scream and kill everyone about it

#lilyroaring #npd safe #I guess it's like. the equivalent to perceiving abandonment in bpd?#doesn't have to actually be happening but even the perception or thought of it might send you splitting #my soul is a stone statue and every time I get ignored #a thousand little demons start smashing it with hammers #and babey I am ready to crumble #it's just this horrible aching pain and void feeling in my chest #I'm being ignored I'm being ignored I'm not getting attention don't I deserve that attention #why are you ignoring me why aren't you paying attention to me now #what's wrong is it my fault did I not speak perfectly was I not perfect enough #am I not trying hard enough to be worthy of love anymore #and it either turns into an internal crash of self hatred #or a split where I despise and look down on whoever dares to ignore me #..... I'm not even being ignored there's no reason to be worked up about it #I would like to give an honorary thank you to my mother for always literally ignoring me #surely that's not a huge part of the problem here :))))

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valtiels-darkness · 2 months

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.:Drafts!!!!!:.

What in blazes happened to all my drafts?! THIS IS SO NOT COOL! TUMBLR YOU HATH FORSAKEN MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!))

#munster speaks #mun speaks #I am so livid right now #I kinda wanna cry?#screaming into the void #Like a boss #No #Like a baby #Imma eat my ravioli lasagna #And try to get these things done #Again

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definitelynotshouting · 10 months

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Apologizing right the fuck now for the person rusty_courage's new animatic is making me become

#shouting speaks #grian #watcher grian #boatem #hermitcraft #im ill im sick im twisted in the brain #ITS SUCH BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION????? ITS SO SMOOTH......#IM??????#RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH #i keep replaying the moment they all get transported to the purple landscape/void #smth abt impulse's blinking in shock keeps Getting Me #and the way Scar goes from cheerfully concentrating to looking up warily is INSANE TO ME #RRRRRRRRRRRRR BARK BARK BARK #ANDD THE FLYING SCENE..... THROWING MYSELF INTO THE SUN!!!!! OH MY GODS!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA #I Am Not Immune To Cool Fight Scene #going to replay this a million timess now everybody needs to watch this #ohhh the urge to write smth for this..... aughjj if i wasnt in the middle of hunger au chap 6 i would go full silly #txt

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extrasfromthevoid · 4 months

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Draxum's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 1/?)

@tmntbestsibscompetiton

Summary: How Milo (though that's not yet her name) found her way into the Hidden City and into the care of the one and only Baron Draxum

OR Draxum's adventures in parenting.

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In an innermost back alley of New York City, there is a very bored girl.

The plain red ball she’d been given—or found, she doesn’t remember—is nice, but she’s running out of games she can play on her own with it and there’s no one around to play with her.

She picks up the ball once again as it rolls back to her feet from where she kicked it against the brick wall.

The city around her thrums with activity, but the late hour means that there’s no one around.

How did this lone child end up in the depths of New York City alone? Well, even she doesn’t know that. It doesn’t matter to her anyway as the sole thought at the forefront of her mind is that she is incredibly bored.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a curious flicker of light in the corner of her eye. Looking up, a curious orb of light zips over her head.

Mesmerized, the rubber ball drops from her hands as she reaches up for the light. It weaves gracefully through her fingers before darting away, its pale blue light pulsing cheerfully. Without hesitation, she chases after it, heedless of the rubber ball bouncing away behind her, quickly abandoned.

The orb zips around the corner into a nearby alley and—strangely—through the wall behind a dumpster. She—being two and a half by generous estimates—didn’t even notice as she crossed a threshold from the surface city, to the hidden one. — She loses sight of the fun orb pretty quickly, but new wonders catch her attention pretty quickly as what once seemed to her to be a quiet city now explodes with light, life, and color. The toddler twirls around with wide eyes, trying to take in as much of her new environment as possible.

And boy is it a change from before. The surface city was quiet in its own way, save for the sounds of traffic and the occasional dog. She didn’t know, but it was late enough that it was now early, and while the City That Never Sleeps certainly lives up to its name, its comparatively sleepy early morning state can’t hold a candle to the sensory explosion of the underground city.

Giggling, she starts to run down the streets, weaving between the fascinating people walking around. She’s never seen such a fun place before! People walk around with extra sets of arms, horns, tails, wings, and all manner of skin colors and textures, and so much more!

The air smells of hot, spiced food, carts zoom through the air, pulled by creatures she can’t identify. Everything around her hums with life and energy.

It's exciting!

She pushes past two people to reach a balcony over looking a glittering city that follows the curves of the cavern and shining with all the colors of the rainbow.

She stands on the base of the railing though her chin only barely makes it over the top.

“Uh...who’s kid is that…?”

“Dunno. Do you see any panicked parent-looking types around?”

“Nah. Should we bother doing something?”

“Eh…it’ll work itself out. Long as they don’t bug me…”

Heedless, the toddler steps away from the balcony’s railing and continues to wander deeper into this fascinating new environment. — Baron Draxum is all around having a fairly rotten day. The Council of Heads has once again dismissed his concerns about the human threat and Big Mama has once again refused to release Lou Jitsu into his custody. Nothing seems to be going Draxum’s way today and it has left him in a foul mood.

So he’s going to indulge in a little of his favorite vendor food to help soothe his fraying nerves.

Just as he’s about to partake, something thumps into his legs harshly enough for him to stumble, nearly dropping his delectable indulgence and with it, the last shreds of his sanity.

He whips around, teeth bared in a menacing sneer at whoever was foolish enough to run into him. “Watch where you—“

Draxum's rage stutters as his eyes turn down towards the culprit. Sprawled on their back at his hooves is a toddler with two messy buns and a pair of overalls. A human toddler. Draxum wrinkles his nose in disgust as the wretched spawn blinks up at him with wide, dark eyes.

Draxum reaches down and picks the toddler up by the back of their clothes. They weigh very little. “How did you get in here, spawn?” He asks.

To his surprise—and annoyance—the spawn doesn’t answer. Instead, it lets out a shrieking laugh as it dangles from Draxum’s hand, feet kicking out wildly in the open air. It seems to enjoy being held like this, strangely enough.

Curious, Draxum glances around the mulling crowd. Various yokai go about their business, casting occasional curious glances in the direction of him and the human spawn, but none seem eager to claim it for themselves. From where he stands, Draxum spies no other humans in the crowd, and certainly no one that looks frantic enough to have misplaced this little creature.

Did it wander in her all on its own somehow? Draxum wonders.

An idea percolates in Draxum’s mind as he takes a bite of his food, looking over the tiny giggling human in his grasp. Perhaps, this could be an opportunity. After all, how often would Draxum be able to examine and study human behaviors from the outset of their infancy?

And more importantly, shape them. If some disgusting human couldn’t be bothered to keep a better eye on their own spawn, then perhaps it was better off with Draxum anyway.

Curiously, the spawn seems unperturbed by neither Draxum’s appearance nor the general sight of the Hidden City. It continues reaching for Draxum with pudgy hands, repeating the syllable “ba” over and over.

Draxum hums, mind made up. He takes a bite of his treat and then tucks the still giggling human-ling under his arm and walks off in the direction of his home and lab.

Perhaps if he’s lucky, this creature will become an excellent soldier. And wouldn’t it be ironic if the one to lead Draxum’s army to take back the surface world from those disgusting humans was human themself? He smiles a little at the thought. Yes, this may work out nicely.

——— As it turns out, raising a human spawn is harder than Draxum thought. Namely, the specimen—that Draxum has taken to simply calling Spawn—is the most disagreeable and stubborn creature humanity has ever produced. He has determined that Spawn is approximately two and a half years old and biologically of the female variety, but that is about all he was able to discern as Spawn refused to stay still for any further examination and forced Draxum to chase her through the lab, giggling the whole way as if they were playing a game. She may not be very fast on those unsteady legs of hers, but the clutter in Draxum’s lab makes catching her a chore whenever she darts through openings Draxum can’t pass through. Especially since the little creature seems to find Draxum’s frustration with her antics highly amusing.

On top of this, the Spawn refuses to stay in her containment cell during rest hours, either wailing until Draxum comes to quiet her or breaking out herself. Most often the latter.

Spawn spends most of the night crying. Draxum has stayed to observe Spawn as she sleeps to see what exactly causes her such violent distress. So far, he has observed no external stimulus that could be responsible for Spawn’s late night outbursts. His best hypothesis from his observations is that Spawn suffers from nightmares and seeks comfort from him in their aftermath.

Further complicating matters, Spawn is not at point in her development where she is capable of workable speech. The most she is capable of is repeatedly shouting “ba” at him and babbling incoherently as she tries to mimic what Draxum says himself.

Draxum sighs heavily, holding the squirming, giggly human ahead of him from under her arms. “It seems teaching you to speak will have to be our first priority,” he says.

“Prabababe,” she echoes, lightly slapping her hand against Draxum's wrist with her meager baby strength for emphasis.

“That’s right, little Spawn. Priority,” he says, repeating the proper pronunciation of the word the child is mimicking.

“Prabababe!” She cheers loudly.

He sets her down and pats her on her head as he turns to look for a notepad. He’ll have to make a trip to the library and start putting together a lesson plan. Perhaps he should pick up some books on child-rearing while he’s there. Raising a human spawn can’t be much different than raising a young yokai, right? Not that Draxum has experience with either, however.

And then suddenly, there's a cacophonous crash behind him, followed by the piercing sound of crying.

Draxum whips around so fast that his neck muscles cramp painfully. Spawn sits amid a pile of toppled weapons, a rather nasty cut on her right forearm, likely from a wayward blade. Tears leak from her face at an impressive rate as blood wells in the wound and dribbles down her arm, splattering across the floor and soaking into her clothes.

“Ah nuts!” He shouts, diving for the sobbing child.

She curls in on herself, pulling her injured arm close to her chest, further staining her outfit with the blood seeping from the wound, and burying her face into Draxum’s kimono as she wails. Draxum shudders involuntarily as he feels Spawn’s face fluids soak into his clothes.

“Spawn, cease this and let me inspect your injury,” he orders, prying her arm out so he can examine it.

The bad news is that it’s a fairly deep wound. The good news is that it’s also a clean one. While it speaks to the quality of the blade that caused it, it’s deep enough that this will doubtlessly require stitches.

Looks like I’ll need to put those somewhere she can’t reach, Draxum thinks as he digs through a drawer for his medical kit. A little difficult with a child in his arm, but not impossible.

He finds it tucked all the way in the back, of course. Regardless, Draxum retrieves the supplies and sets to work, all while cursing his past self for leaving him so ill-prepared.

Spawn continues to squirm and wail and cry, but Draxum doesn’t let her yank her injured arm away as he expertly stitches the long wound on her forearm closed and wraps it securely with sterile bandages. Fortunately, once Draxum completes the stitches, Spawn’s squirming lessens and her cries quiet down to blissful silence, though one punctuated by an occasional hiccuping sob. Still, it's a great deal better than the shrill wailing Spawn had committed herself to just moments ago.

His work completed and his subject thoroughly exhausted from her emotional display, Draxum sits back in his chair, staring indifferently at the mess of bandages and cleansing solution strewn over his lab table. As if sensing the opening in Draxum's defenses, Spawn wastes no time scooting herself off of the table and plopping gracelessly into Draxum’s lap.

“Hey!” He exclaims indignantly.

Predictably, the little creature pays no heed to Draxum’s protests as she curls up against his chest, gripping his robes with her tiny hands and tucking her wounded arm carefully against her own chest. And she soon falls asleep.

Draxum sighs lightly. “At least she’s finally quiet…” — Draxum swiftly returns a thoroughly exhausted Spawn to her containment cell. Detangling her is a bit of a challenge as her tiny hands are deceptively strong and grip his robes so tightly he’d momentarily feared they’d rip as he dislodged her. Tear tracks dry on her cheeks as she dozes against the pillows, the bandages covering her injury standing out starkly against the dark bedding. Even through the bandages, a faint light shines through, tracing the length of the injury.

The wound has a mystic quality to it that, Draxum concludes. He finds it odd, seeing as the chances of this random human toddler having mystic potential it laughably small. Most likely, that mystic quality came from whatever Spawn cut herself on.

“Still,” he muses quietly to himself. “It may be worth a look. Just in case.”

Packing away his medical supplies, Draxum turns his attention back to the pile of weapons he will need to find a new home for. Preferably out of a certain nosy—and fragile—human’s reach.

Over the course of his long life, Draxum has become steward of many interesting mystic weapons. Some owners return for their stowed weapons, but many never do for one reason or another. Usually it’s because they no longer need it or forget about it, but some are items of terrible power that are better off tucked away and hopefully forgotten by the inevitable march of time. Draxum can only hope that Spawn didn’t cut herself on one such weapon.

Finding the weapon doesn’t take long, as it’s the only one in the pile with bright red blood glistening along its edge.

“Hm. The odachi…,” Draxum muses, picking up the sword in one hand and reaching for the rag with another. “Not the worst possible outcome.”

He’ll have to keep an eye on Spawn for any adverse effects. The blade of this particular odachi is capable of cutting the fabric of space just as easily as it cuts flesh. Draxum can’t rightly say what might happen in this case, if anything at all. It’s doubtful--though not impossible under the right circumstances--that Spawn will gain powers like the odachi’s or lose parts of herself suddenly, but Draxum admittedly hasn’t cleaned the blade in some time, so it is a much greater possibility that Spawn could contract an infection rather than powers.

He’ll have to monitor the wound carefully as it heals. Both for infection and any...peculiarities.

Draxum wipes the blade clean and sets about gathering the weapons around his lab. He rather quickly finds himself eyeing the loose, breakable beakers of caustic chemicals littering the surfaces within reach for the heedless spawn now in his care.

Part of him now regrets his impulsive decision to take in such a small, fragile creature, but…hopefully the results will be worth the present headache.

(Next)

#void's writing #rottmnt oc: milo hamato #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #writing these had been really fun bc i am inflicting a literal toddler on draxum that fears neither man nor god #he strikes me as the kind of parent that would speak to an infant like he would an adult (which will be helpful as she learns how to speak)#draxum now has to figure out how to baby proof his lab lmao #I'm be posting one of these a day. right now we're in the 'prologue' territory #but i might skip around a bit when we hit the actual episodes as most aren't written yet :) (which is why im not posting these on ao3 yet)#yes. the odachi spawn cut herself on is THAT odachi that leo picks up fifteen years later #and yes. she gets a fun power from it :)#im interpreting the mystic weapons we see in the series as semi-sentient and in this instance; spawn accidentally formed a pact w the odach #what's the pact? uh...something to do w curiosity and exploration. spawn doesnt think in words so much as images and feelings

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maniacace · 1 year

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THE HUNGER GAMES SONGS TV. A SPEAK NOW TV SONG. ALL OF THE GIRLS. WITH ALL DUE RESPECT MISS SWIFT WHAT THE FUCK

#i leave instagram 3 minutes and blondie goes unhinged #anyways SAFE AND SOUND TV????? I AM ON THE FLOOR #she's insane for dropping a random speak now song fr #safe and sound #eyes open #if this was a movie #all of the girls #speak now tv #speak now taylor’s version #taylor's version #taylor swift #taylor nation #swifties #c speaks into the void

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im-the-son-of-rage-and-lov3 · 6 months

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#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #I’m fine so fine #how am I supposed to do school now #i speak into the void at a normal volume #good omens #good omens s3

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malo-mart · 6 months

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Idk if I shared this but I spilled coke on my 3DS XL and now I am using my girlfriends teeny tiny pink 3DS and my left pointer finger is so broken from holding down L so hard to aim in Samus Returns that I can barely play

#am i real gamer now that i have broken hands #speaking of things i havent shared #a couple weeks ago i was out at the straight clubs after a work xmas party and the club we were at had retro gaming posters everywhere #and i couldnt remember who i was standing with but when my eyes landed on the super metroid poster i got someone to take a pic #and then at the office for like a week i kept asking did anyone take any pics of me #and then we had a dinner with all these randoms and this random guy i havent worked with in over a year was like #hey do u want ur pic with samus ?#and he sent it to me #yay #mystery solved #i love typing in the tags novel length shit for the void

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elliswritesfanfic · 13 days

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*Gripping the sink like a sad old white man in an action movie* I don't care if it "seems cool" or "reminds you of eccentric old authors," you have to stop staying up until 2 am so you can "get into the William Afton zone" for the sake of your fanfiction. Yeah, your tired mind can better replicate his unraveling sanity, but consider: you will be tired sleepy. Also, your irls think that's weird.

#ellis screams into the void #fanfiction #writing #world's worst writing advice #please don't take my advice #I don't know why I do it #I'm trying to stop. I should have enough content by now #at this point I'm just going to start living in my evil fursuit because it's like I am him #please don't get worried #it just happens when I get real sleepy #I just need to stay well rested #speaking of which I slept for 4 hours how was your night

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delightfuldevin · 6 months

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MOUSSE BUFF REAL MOUSSE BUFF REAL I AM VIBRATING SOOOOO HARD AND LOSING MY MIND FOR REALLLLLLLL

#devin speaks #MOUSSE BUFF REAL I AM SOOOOOO EXCITED I HAVE BEEN WAITING SOOOO LONG #GRRRRRRRRRRRRR I AM A WILD ANIMAL RIGHT NOW #also yet another legendary who feels more like an epic but we dont need to hear that rant again lol #MOUSSE BUFF REAL…………..#razzle dazzle #faves tag #i am going to get a gush tag i am going to have one ndbcndbnd #just lemme think of something cute for it……..#from the white void <3 #(oh look new gush tag hchgvghh)

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the---hermit · 7 months

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Almost had an emotional breakdown because of stupid "upgrades" downgrades done to my uni website and now I want to scream.

#the one goddamn thing that was working was looking for sources for papers and thesis and everything and of course they changed it #and now i cannot find anything #i mean i dis find some stuff but i wasted over an hour bc not even their so called tutorial was helpful #i am screaming into the void i hate this #cris speaks #mine #the---hermit

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folklouire · 12 days

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hi! i’m so sorry if this is annoying (if it is, feel free to ignore/delete this)

but i just wanted to say that i loved your posts about fall out boy’s mania album!! i never understood why it gets so much hate bc “the last of the real ones” and “wilson (expensive mistakes)” are up there as some of my fave fob songs EVER

anyway, it inspired me to listen to the album again since it had been a while since i played it all the way thru, so thank you!! ☺️

and if i may so humbly offer for your consideration, if you’re at all interested (but literally no pressure at all) this edit?

also i just wanted to say that your tags on my edits literally always always always make my whole day!!!!!! so thank you very very much for your super sweet words bc they are always so so nice!! ☺️☺️

um yeah anyway i’ll stop rambling now!

i hope this wasn’t obnoxious and thank you ily bye 🩵🩵

HEEEEYYYYYY HIIIIIIIII HIIIIIII 💝

first of all, if you ever want to send me an ask again, NEVER ever ever apologise for being annoying or anything. you're not bothering me at ALL!!!!!!! (i'm even kind of fangirling a little a lot seeing your asks)

i knoooowwwwww, i said the same thing to my sister like if you don't like the album, then i guess listen to it as many times as it gets to "click" for you, it's literally such a great album. so fun, so enjoyable to listen to, such great songs and sounds. it definitely gets so much hate that it doesn't deserve, but scrolling through the tag i've also seen a lot of fans defending it so i guess that's good!! and OMG the last of the real ones is one of my fav fob songs too!!!! (made me cry the first time i listened to it and tbh not the only time) (and wilson is the most relatable song✌) (what are some of your other favourite songs? i'm curious!)

and you're welcome heheheh 💝 i hadn't listened to fob in general in so long and i had a great time listening to their music again, so, glad you enjoyed the album too 😁 AND btw i kid you not i was thinking of sending you a request for an edit for a fob song, so if you're thinking of making anything new for a fob song, think of me hehehe 😎

I LOVE YOUR EDITS SO MUCH!!!!! and you're definitely one of my biggest inspirations to start editing as well and your words mean a lot to me (what you said here and your taylor ask), as i said i'm definitely 100% fangirling. so i thank you too💝💝💝💝

#asks #speaking of the taylor ask i am SO SOOOO sorry for not replying for so long now. i just want to organise my thoughts and give a coherent+#+response and not be an angry ass yelling at the void hjshshsjs promise i'll answer it sometime when I've put my thoughts in order #thank you for reaching out to me again. your ask made me very happy HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII i was like oh the friend is here again!!!#you can talk to me WHENEVER you want aboyt whatever you want anytime. you're not bothering me i promise 💜#****about #MUCH MUCH MUCH LOVE SENT TO YOU🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💝💝💝💝💝💝

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