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#everything hurts holy shit
anaalnathrakhs · 1 month
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it's rlly fun how my parents just straight up. do not care. about the disordered eating. we had all this talk back when i went through a big suicidal crisis a couple months ago, i explained what was really difficult for me, eating socially, restaurants, not choosing my food, etc, and now it's like. okay it didn't exist actually.
mother i am not going to order you around, either you accept that i'm gonna have difficulty dealing with "normal people behavior" or whatnot and you stop looking at me like :/ anytime i am anything but ecstatic at the idea of eating anything anytime anyhow, or you adapt your behavior to avoid the results you don't like to see. i'm only doing my best to handle things from my side, and i am certainly not going to try measuring for you how important family social eating occurences are to you.
#''we should talk abt it uwu'' WE TALKED ABOUT IT. STOP COMPLAINING THAT DOING STUFF THAT I CAN'T EASILY HANDLE MAKES ME WEIRD.#EITHER YOU ASSUME IT'S GOING TO MAKE ME WEIRD BECAUSE YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW AND WHY#OR YOU STOP DOING IT IF IT'S SO UWU HEARTBREAKING UWU FOR YOU TO WATCH#i'm not happy about how guilty i am too of that specific brand of ''oh this is so sad *continues doing nothing*'' form of ''compassion''#they just want me to perform anorexia recovery for them#so they can feel okay we're doing a good job at raising a normal child#they don't give a shit as long as the compusive eating is my mom's meal at the dinner table#just like they didnt care when i had roughly the same problems but not as bad before i had a restrictive phase#i cannot compromise because then WHAT im just hurting my parents for a situation that doesnt make me any happier either?#i do not want to live with them. i do not want to go place or do activities with them.#i dont want to talk to them most of the time and im perfectly willing to handle the times it could be cool to.#but it's really hard to start developping a life of your own when you first of all need like two weeks of total life-reset#quiet at home#and ''at home'' there's your parents who will simply not stop trying to pull you into going random bullshit places#and i can't say no. because the places ARE interesting and time-limited. and it makes them happy. and what am i gonna do anyway?#keep doing nothing on the computer and wait for them to come back to keep doing only the shittiest parts of this unsatisfactory routine?#try to do some work in the house or go out. for them to see that something happened?#i dont know how to live like a normal person#literally not once in my life have i been able to think ''oh i need to do X'' and then just. do X. prepare what's necessary for doing X.#go out and do X. i have to keep stuck at this computer or in this room or with this book.#because there is a million different obstacles to every single thing i'm trying to achieve and half of them are parents-shaped.#everything hurts holy shit#broadcasting my misery#vent#ed tw
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wardingshout · 5 months
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fast travel duck my beloved....
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existennialmemes · 3 months
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Do not speak to me while I am suffering the unmitigated agony of having done
Too Many Things
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3amsnek · 1 year
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a very merry birth to our most logical boy :]
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reblogs >> likes!! don’t like if you don’t reblog!
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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He was tired of you being afraid of him. Even recently, when you hadn't immediately fled at the sight of him, you were stiff and tense- well, more tense than a staffbot could be- and wouldn't look him in the eyes.
It hurt more than he wanted to admit.
He couldn't get an answer out of anyone- Sun, the Glamrocks, even the human workers in the Pizzaplex.
It was driving him mad.
He liked you. More than he probably should. But you were so scared of him. And he didn't know why.
That brought him to now- hunting through logs and security feed for nearly four hours, combing through them, searching for clues as to what happened during the time they had been infected. There was next to nothing in his system, which was only more suspect. Obviously information had been there, but he was struggling to find how to bring it back. The data recovery in his processor wasn't working, so he had elected to go through the security offices one by one to see if there was any saved data there.
Aha.
Someone had forgotten to empty the trash on a monitor, revealing a concerning amount of footage and security logs from when the virus was at its strongest. He started scanning through the logs, pausing when he came upon a log simply titled 'Damaged Staffbot'. Opening it, he scanned the text.
'3:46 a.m. Damaged Staffbot found on the second floor of the Atrium near Roxy Raceway. Arm needs to be fully replaced, wires have been torn at the upper arm.'
He closed the log, suddenly feeling a sliver of dread worm its way into his circuits. Another log.
'2:09 a.m. Damaged staffbot found near Rockstar Row. Legs have been ripped off. Total replacement required.'
Another.
'3:46 a.m. Damaged staffbot found near Gator Golf. Hands have been crushed. Total replacement required.'
Another.
'3:54 a.m. Damaged staffbot found inside the basement of Fazbear Theater. Chest has multiple deep gashes, face has been ripped open.'
Another.
Another.
Another.
And then...
'5:57 a.m. Damaged staffbot found near front entrance. Bot has been almost completely dismantled. Major repairs required.'
Robots couldn't technically feel nauseous, but he felt like he was pretty damn close. His metal fingers threatened to crush the mouse in his grip as he stared at the screen.
It was you.
No other bot would be repaired without complaint so many times, no other had the discolored plating over part of your head that you did.
Now he knew where you got it from.
You were attacked.
Multiple times.
You were terrified of him.
He had to know who did this to you.
You already know.
He clicked on the feed of the day of the final log, hands trembling ever so slightly as he forwarded through the feed watching over the front entrance. He saw Freddy and a small child (how was there a child still in the Pizzaplex) running toward the door. Then he saw himself, not far behind, a manic grin on his face, locked on the child.
He swung lower on his cable, releasing and scuttling across the floor, reaching for the child-
Something slammed into him, HARD.
He watched in shock as his past self was sent tumbling, limbs entangled with something. His past self laid limply on the floor for a moment, and he watched as the person that stopped him staggered to their feet- and his pupils shrank in horror.
It was you. Even with the less than quality video feed, he could see the discoloration on your face where your metal patch was.
No.
His past self rose to his feet, gaze locked onto you.
No.
You took a step back.
No.
He lunged, and you were too slow to move. He rammed into your upper body, sending you down onto the floor hard. You didn't move as he loomed over you, grin sharp.
He grabbed your head, and pulled.
He shut off the computer.
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CONSUMING THIS LOVING THIS I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAA
ANON PLS I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FIRSTBORN TO U PLS KNOW I LOVE U
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cozystars · 5 months
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The one who carries the Mushroom Kingdom on her shoulders.
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rocklain · 24 days
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I have been obsessed with this little thing since October, I simply can't get enough ARGH
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leighsartworks216 · 1 month
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I now understand people who knit/crochet during class and stuff
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interrupting your regular programming to bring you a special message: stop. whatever you're doing right now. stop and go watch everything everywhere all at once. i dont care if you "dont have multiple hours to spare" do it. i dont care if you've "already seen it" watch it again???? "ive seen it 5 times" watch it a 6th time ???????? even better watch it a 7th ?????? literally what could you be doing that's more important than seeing this masterpiece before you and sobbing your fucking soul out??????
i thought so.
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anaalnathrakhs · 2 months
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im not saying its WORSE or anything but having permissive parents is also an incredibly weird kind of leash. i CAN do anything i want technically, and they'll accept it, but they'll also shit their pants in fear if i do anything but go to school and hang out downtown until 6pm. one time my mom INSISTED to come get me with the car less than a full kilometer away from home bc she was scared for me. and here i was, in my sluttiest outfit, sitting in my mom's car at 1am, because of course mother cannot go to sleep if the child is not back in the nest for tonight. i have a door to the outside in my room, i have the key, i can leave anytime i want. but i remember when i was fully nocturnal and i'd return from a little walk in the neighborhood at 5am and my mom would just look at me like i just told her i swallowed the whole medicine cabinet. i dont want to hurt my parents. i also dont want to be providing a detailed roadmap of everything i intend to do while out. that's what i mean when i say i feel like moving out would fix me.
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pinkhairswagtourney · 11 months
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me: i'm gonna work on the tourney today !!! headache: nope blood sugar: nah chronic pain: i don't think so
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lil-munchie · 5 months
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Could you tell I went though hell trying to get the mouths to line up on the face and with the music at the same time
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jheselbraum · 4 months
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Why does Yunobo's sage theme go so fucking hard
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beauleifu · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:
"Your eyes. . . . Why are they so empty?"
"These eyes of mine were never capable of perceiving this world in such vibrant colors as yours do, my dear."
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Rarely does one stop to appreciate the little things. However, what does one do when the little things is all that's keeping them attached to this frail, broken world? You never thought you'd find a soul who tends to see things through a cracked lens until you met the Mayor. You never thought someone like you was worthy of getting kidnapped- but fate tends to surprise the unwary.
Besides, that kind of stuff happens to the main character. You've been anything but that for years.
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stinkrascal · 5 months
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i finally finished writing the vlad/brie backstory reprisal
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idiot-mushroom · 7 months
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i’m really sad actually
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