open up, the mind control won't let u not!!!!!!

whatever you do, don't think about how lana saw herself in edgeworth, ok? don't think about how she wanted to distance herself from him the moment they met because he could possibly see through the sl-9 plan and ruin everything, but she couldn't because he was kind, if not a little awkward, to her terrified sister in a case where everyone else's only concern was securing a conviction. don't think about how she brought ema to the prosecutor's office (because she damn well wasn't going to let her sister face this alone) with her hackles raised and her defences bolstered because she'd heard about the "demon prosecutor" and his ways just to realise he's nothing but a young man, trying his best to survive under the weight of his mentor's shadow and ensure justice is served by whatever means he can. don't think about how she felt later, when she was under gant's thumb and knew for a fact that all those rumours surrounding von karma's perfect record were, in fact, true and that he was using edgeworth's faith in him to fulfill his own goals. don't think about how she felt when she had to begin doing the same. or what must have gone through her head when she entered her office one morning to find a case approval form waiting for her on her desk: the state v. miles edgeworth. don't think about how she knew, once she saw the name of the prosecutor assigned to his case, that she was signing his death warrant. don't imagine what she rehearsed saying to his sister or her realisation, after his miraculous survival, why he had been so understanding of her own. don't wonder, as she did, ineffectually, if it was his competence or her fondness for him that led to his car and knife being chosen to cover goodman's murder — a second attempt at his permanent removal — and whether it was affection or guilt that made her stand by the corpse, waiting readily to be caught in his stead. don't think about how she finds out, eventually, that he is gone, in a jail cell so far from remorse, gratitude and closure that she can only sit and turn in her head distorted thoughts about luck and fortuitous third chances. don't.

oh he is SUCH A NERD i need to see him be put in a hydrolic press

Random poetry draft :p:

If u just bend to everyones will and change your personality to match what they like then ur just a puppet being controlled by the people around you

Did someone took my organs today?

Cause i woke up an empty chest this morning

And how kind of them to remind me

That nobody wanted my heart (whatever,,)

The next day i woke up again

And my head feel heavy

Someone replace my brain

With a metal one

It no longer connect to my heart

It feel heavy, it feel wrong

But as long as it keep us afloat

Well be alright

Kill everyone you love

End their lives

Its their fault

For loving you

i pass pretty much all the time but hm. ive heard interesting stuff from drunk ppl i know who dont know im trans

leaked images of sonic the werehog in real life

you guys.... I keep trying to stay... but w/ all the messages/ anons I've been receiving, esp as of late... Idrk know how much longer I can hang on..

ok but how about trans justin

i’m gonna miss ur some guy breakdowns when tumblr removes duplicate rbs

tumblr will remove duplicate reblogs over my literal dead body. LOOK AT MY POSTS BOY

The only scene I know from high on life is the scene where you kill a kid and they make such a big deal about it and how that just doesnt happen in other games and how dark and edgy it is. And yet the game has the kid purposely taunt you. Its feels very try hard and pathetic if I am going to be honest. I cant tell if justin Rollins actually thinks he is being edgy and revolutionary or if he is just taking the shit. B/c like I've played and seen games that are way more edgy than high in life.

I think if I wanted to play a Stupid Edgelord Game I could probably find something that's both funnier and in better taste in the depths of early aughts Newgrounds submissions

I was trying out variations on colorways for aubree's outfit and, with a few of them, realized that her outfit has trended slightly less colorful over time, and specifically less yellow (originally a green and yellow striped vest, then a green vest over a yellow short sleeved shirt, and now possibly a white shirt and green vest, with only small amounts of yellow embroidery). this wasn't intentional, but nonetheless, the concept that, as the adventure has worn on, she's outwardly losing color-- and specifically in favor of browns and whites, the colors associated with the halfling god of death-- is compelling to me. I mean, I suppose if I had been doing it on purpose, the shadowfell arc immediately following our literal deaths and mysterious rebirths would have been a really good time for the most muted palette... but, then again, aubree was still relatively fresh then, confused and traumatized but also still powerfully and stubbornly alive where it counts; vibrant, burning, shining light into dark corners just by existing. but the more we learn, the heavier things weigh, the fewer outlets she has, the less she feels like she can relate to the people who should understand better than anyone... she's still righteous and angry, but she's also just... sad, and tired, and growing more tired the more she feels like she has to keep herself together for everyone else. and gradually, quietly, her colors are washing out.

parents keep talking ab my ed how you’d expect boomers 2 talk ab their child’s ed like ok get a life

Scary (DO NOT STARE!)

When you're such an affluent business person in a small town that you literally tell a new lawyer in town that you know Exactly which slab of sidewalk your business competitor is buried under and you know you will never experience any consequences for this:

[Id: an edit of the logo for Puppy in my Pocket, resembling a denim jean pocket with a police officer and a cop car sticking out of it. The text over the logo is edited to read quote "Po-Po in my Pocket" endquote. End id.]

Random poetry draft :p:

If u just bend to everyones will and change your personality to match what they like then ur just a puppet being controlled by the people around you

Did someone took my organs today?

Cause i woke up an empty chest this morning

And how kind of them to remind me

That nobody wanted my heart (whatever,,)

The next day i woke up again

And my head feel heavy

Someone replace my brain

With a metal one

It no longer connect to my heart

It feel heavy, it feel wrong

But as long as it keep us afloat

Well be alright

Kill everyone you love

End their lives

Its their fault

For loving you

not me being a loser and crying over csm fanart (again)