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transs3xualmagg0t · 1 year
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adustoflove · 3 months
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Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.
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wereh0gz · 6 months
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I hope they make a full-on sonic horror game like unironically
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starflungwaddledee · 5 months
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I love love love the way you draw a swallow tail on Galacta <3
May I ask, would others be allowed to also draw the swallow tail or something similar on Galacta? Your comment of him needing additional help steering has got me thinking 👀
YES!!!! please draw him with the swallow tail!!!!!! PLEASE please please feed me birdlike-birdtailed galacta knight!!!!!! you can mention that my headcanons inspired it if you like but what you should reaaally do is ping me so that i can see it if you draw swallow tail galacta knight
swalltwail galtaca kinght. i'm normal about swallow taild galacta kngiht. swallow tailed galacta knight supremacy!!!
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thedreadvampy · 6 months
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The thing is I am definitely not happy or chill in the Immediate Sense lately but I am, big picture, so fucking happy with the person I am.
It's like. My brain was made by and for consistent trauma and since that trauma stopped about 5-7 years ago, it is incredible what the amount of resilience and cleverness and flexibility and thoughtfulness I developed to survive can do when it's not being all spent on surviving. like I had a hundred ton weight on me so I had to get REALLY STRONG to stay in the same place and not get 100% crushed, and when that weight came off I found I can use the strength it used to take to stand up and I can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
I was talking to my mum the other day and she said, "you've got the 'fuck it' energy at 30 that most women don't find until their fifties at least" and I'm like yeah man. Imagine how unstoppable I'll be in 20 years.
#red said#i don't know that i can express this clearly but it's the most encouraging thing in my life#my mum's always been proud of me but just lately she seems to actually really admire me#like she's genuinely impressed. she thinks I've surpassed her. i don't necessarily agree but it's a really nice quiet joy.#anyway like this sounds super up myself and it kind of is.#but also it's part of realising just how heavy the weight I've been carrying around with me for 25 years was#like not to be ridiculous but i have realised again this week. that it isn't that everyone's been raped that much and doesn't talk about it#i just have been raped an Unusually Consistent Amount. i have spoken to a lot of people who have had much more horrifying things happen.#I'm not sure I've talked to more than a couple of people who've had a similar level of total consistency of abuse from all angles#and the one is not heavier or harder to bear that the other. but. i think i spent most of my life listening to people's awful experiences#and going ok well nothing i went through looked that bad so it's microtrauma#obviously microtraumas build up but still.#then the older i get and the more i have these conversations the more I notice that stuff which to me is a microtrauma#is a lot of people's defining trauma. and they're reacting appropriately which means i am SO SEVERELY UNDERREACTING#told my friend the other day about a time someone who i still like and respect was having sex with me when i paralocated my hip#and then just kept getting really annoyed with me for not being ready to have sex again while i was literally crying with pain#until i caved and just tried to find the last painful position#and my friend was like pal what the fuck that's horrific#and i was like i mean no that's normal I've had sex with like maybe 3 or 4 people in my life who i haven't had similar stuff with#like i am genuinely thrown when i am allowed to say no to sex and have it be the end of the conversation. and not end up having sex#out of guilt or out of physical coercion or through physical rape. and i have had sex with probably like 40 people at this stage?#and I'm not sure it's as many as 4 i haven't had that experience with tbh#so like. I'm slowly coming to terms with the idea#that i may have actually been doing a hell of a lot of heavy lifting.#like i developed a sense of self that can survive being constantly crushed and at this stage is fucking diamond.
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razzek · 2 months
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A very good article about how effective altruism is pretty much bullshit. The whole time I was reading it I was just like "why do they never ask the people what they want and need?" Cuz man. That's my everyday life. Randos deciding to "help" you by doing something that makes them feel good and screws up what I was doing at best, puts me in actual danger at worst.
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l-tora-l · 6 months
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Hello (again :6) !!!
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Hey guys. Sorry for being quiet for a month. Hopping on here to let y'all know that I do still have a pulse. Things have been... fine? I guess? Here's a bit of a wordy update on my situation right now, but the tl;dr is, I'm good, HE is still on hiatus, but I'll get back into the groove soon hopefully. Also happy holidays!
The mysterious and vague 'personal life stuff' is still ongoing, and I really don't know how long it'll be something that I have to deal with. I'm continuing to not elaborate because it is very much a personal life thing, but I can assure you that nobody's dying or anything grim like that.
On an only somewhat related note, my expendable income has shrank dramatically in the past few months, so I've been having to get a lot more stingy with what I spend money on. I'm not poverty stricken; I can still afford rent and bills and groceries and whatnot, I just gotta cut corners where I can so I can actually build up my savings.
What does this mean for Humanity's Endling? Well, it's... still on hiatus, technically. But really it just means I'm picking up more shifts than I'd usually care to, which means less time to actually work on it. If work were being done on it to begin with. I'm also cutting out my NSO subscription, which unfortunately means I will not be playing Splatoon 3 much at all anymore. Granted, I was kinda taking a break from it already, so it's not like I've been getting my money's worth of the subscription anyways. So if you were curious about my absence during this most recent Big Run, or the lack of a lengthy season observation/headcanon post like last time, that is why.
All of that said, it's not like I haven't been writing at all - just been hard focusing what creative juices I'm still able to generate given my situation on the accursed TTRPG I've mentioned in prior rambles, as that's an actively running thing that I kinda need to constantly pump stuff out for.
Speaking of which, I pulled a Super Mario Galaxy and wrote a whole ass children's book for the players to find as a lore thing. It was written with the intention of just being a normal children's book in a bubble, but when viewed with the context of the entire campaign thus far, takes on a completely different meaning. Which is to say, you don't need to know a damn thing about the campaign to appreciate the story - a theory I tested by having two people who aren't players read it.
One almost cried. The other actually cried. And when the players found it in our most recent session, one of them also cried, and we had to take a breather after the fact.
Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I feel like that's one hell of an achievement. So I am pretty proud of myself for that. If you guys are interested, I might clean it up a bit and post it either on Ao3 as an original work or just straight onto this tumblr. It's only about 2k words, so it should fit nicely in a single post.
That's all I can really think of to say at the moment. Again, even though I might seem a bit quiet, I am still here. I take a peek at tumblr at least once a day to see if anyone's sent any asks or anything like that, so don't be afraid to toss something into my inbox if you have a question.
Oh, and for the anon who sent an ask suggesting me to upload what I have of Act II done already - I don't exactly plan my stories in a linear fashion, nor do I write them as such either. It's closer to me thinking of the major moments I wanna do, plotting out how to connect them, refining, refining, refining, rearranging, refining, scrap half of what I have done, rearranging, suddenly having an epiphany, scrapping another chunk... yeah, it's a bit chaotic. I see what you're trying to say though, and I do appreciate the suggestion, but it can't really be done with the way I go about writing.
That's it from me. Happy Holidays. Play Cyberpunk 2077. It's a good game, I swear. Or Undertale Yellow if you own a toaster. It's me, I own a toaster. I played Cyberpunk on my brother's computer. Thanks, bro. Love you.
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confetti-critter · 7 months
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Me buying the village doctor starter set: omggg so cute, now my calico critters can get hurt and sick ❤❤❤❤
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biggaybunny · 9 months
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Once again on my knees begging game developers to realize that if something is optional, there will be players who do not do that thing. If you aren't prepared for that... don't make it optional.
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🙃 love getting a mundane text from my father on the morning of my birthday that instantly ruins my mood before work. 🙃
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isfjmel-phleg · 11 months
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I want a hug from a friend tonight. I want to cry on a friend's shoulder for no reason.
Going to bed instead. Hold me to it.
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okaybutlikeimagine · 2 years
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Picture this: Eddie and Steve trudging through the Upside Down, walking quite a few paces behind the girls. Eddie circling back around to the subject of music in a nervous attempt to keep things light-hearted because they’re walking through almost-literal-Hell right now and this isn’t doing much good to soothe his anxiety. With every word Steve says- from his confused questioning of heavy rock artists to his confirmation of loving Toto -Eddie looks a little more horrified.
“You’ve gotta listen to people with some stage presence-”
“Who cares about stage presence over the radio?”
“It’s a whole different angry loud beast! Has no one tried to show you the ways of the performance artist?”
Steve’s eyes get distant at that, thinking of another mullet-headed man. Eddie doesn’t quite notice.
“You can even call it glam-rock if you want! I’m sure you like that, Mr. The Hair. It’s all about the theater. Like... Alice Cooper!”
“What… she hot?” Steve asks, suddenly snapping back into it.
“It’s a dude. And he rocks. He sings this song called I Love the Dead and on stage he gets his head chopped off and then the executioner picks up the severed head and makes out-”
“Ew, god that’s gross dude, don’t talk about that-”
“It’s sick and twisted and awesome. It’s all- hold on hold on.”
Eddie gets his hands in position then, posing over a non-existent guitar around his chest as he pretends to play it, more so wailing than singing the words in time with his fake accompaniment.
“I love the dead~”
Steve makes a grossed out face at that.
“I love the dead~”
And in the background, the real guitar starts to fade into the soundtrack, vocals sparking up behind Eddie’s acapella performance.
“I love the dead~” Eddie sings again, getting closer to Steve- to sing it into his ear this time- while Steve shoves at him and tells him to knock it off. That’s when they bump into the girls ahead of them, Steve cussing quietly and asking them what they think they’re doing.
The song is building steadily behind them, a guitar riff wailing as the two boys shift their focus to where the two girls are gawking. Their jaws drop, Eddie being the first to speak:
“Isn’t that?”
“It can’t be-” Nancy whispers.
“Holy shit.” Robin croaks.
And Steve takes a few steps forward, pushing past the girls to stare with wide, shocked eyes at: “Billy?”
And then there stands Billy, backlit for a quick second by a shock of lightning, looking a little worse for wear with his blood-stained shirt, face hardened and hand wrapped tightly around a gnarly looking crowbar, the song in the background now loudly singing I love the dead as he stares the rest of the teens down.... before he cracks an amused but snarling sort of grin.
“Miss me?”
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bunnyhopkins · 2 months
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CURSE THIS MORTAL FORM I WISH TO WRITE
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smoozie · 3 months
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Not to be dramatic, but my younger sister off-handedly telling me someone I hadn't spoken to since 5th grade remembered our cringey co-existing youtuber phases and conversations legitimately changed my life
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terrifyingstories · 11 months
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ya'll i got a practicum!!!!!!!
#out.#cancer mention /#sibling death mention /#i haven't really spoken about this to anyone other than laura and dax but my sister passed away at the beginning of may and we found out#literally two days later that my mom most likely has lung cancer#so it's been probably the hardest couple months of my life and i've been just WRECKED and i thought about dropping out more than once#because i was in such a low place mentally where just. Nothing Mattered and I Didn't Care#but i was just accepted to this amazing placement where i get to work with kids in foster care and foster families and it just feels so#right and i'm just having a Crying Moment because everything has been SO much but i'm so profoundly grateful and EXCITED and i haven't been#able to really feel that in awhile Because of Everything#it's really everything i've wanted as someone who really wants to work with kiddos specifically kiddos in care#plus it's seven minutes away from home which was a big concern given i don't know what's going to happen with my mom going forward and i'm#her primary caregiver (she's 89 besides Everything)#funnily enough literally right next door to my sister's church which like. i'm not religious (big christian family don't practice not into#it you know) but it was a place she loved and that feels nice#ANYWAY THIS WAS A RAMBLE but i'm just feeling a lot of things and wanted to put them down somewhere#now that i've gotten a placement and i have that stress off my shoulders i would love to be around more#grief /#death /#depression /
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