crazy how we’re watching our beautiful planet being destroyed by evil maniacs and we’re j supposed to go to school and work normally as if this isn’t such a uniquely maddening form of radicalisation

I want someone to tell me that everything I've been trough has been enough. That I don't need other reasons, that I can still feel bad for myself without feeling guilty for not having been trough worse.

I want someone to tell me that my feelings are justified, that my anger is understandable and that I can still grieve for what could've been.

I want someone to tell me that I can still cry about it, that there is no shame in it.

I expected nothing and yet I am disappointed

I like my UTMV stories, I like my art and I work really hard on creating stuff for me and my friends. I've stepped away from the sans blog because the statistics, weather I liked it or not, were starting to upset me.

I created a REALLY NICE DRAWING in the artstyle of a really popular sans artist, for fun, then as an afterthought I thought "Oh wait! I should put this online!"

and it got??? Less notes than some of my laziest comics from years ago.

I dunno. I really really try not to care about statistics but I'd be lying if it didn't feel like a slap to the face.

I don't really look up to anyone in the UTMV fandom anymore. A lot of the Creators I liked have moved on, totally fair I support them, and I'm not interested in anyone else really. I've looked into it but I just don't like these stories, no offense. Not to mention I've blocked some of the popular blogs due to disagreements.

The UTMV fandom feels like... a closed off space. Like there's a select group of people you have to get in touch with or you'll never make it. And I don't really want to be friends with those people. We just don't get along.

It feels like even if somehow I made the best tumblr-formatted emotional comic of one of the stories I've been working on for years, released weekly with a clean blog without any distractions,

...I'd still not get any traction on my posts.

The silence is deafening.

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Who’s going to tell him how precious he his?

How cute he is?

How special he is?…

ME

i just think a hug from my mom would fix me right now

Going to a hockey game would literally fix me

The best fics are the ones that recognize that although Luke Skywalker may APPEAR on the outside to be a normal friendly twink who happens to have cool powers, especially when contrasted with such ship partners as Boba or Din or even Han, he is arguably the scariest person alive in the galaxy around the prequel era. AND, crucially, he is also a fundamentally weird guy. This man was homeschooled on a rural farm his entire life and then apprenticed to a swamp gremlin who showed him how to tap into the cosmic power of the universe. He blew up the death star age 19, killing approx 2 million-ish Imperials. He is a vortex of Force power that can communicate with the ghosts of dead Jedi. He’s staring into the distance and mumbling to himself and doing Yoda aphorisms and casually pulling out the “yeah I could crush that guy into a paste with my mind (:” and nobody around him knows what to do with that. I think he is a character who has very little frame of reference for how a Jedi or a person in general is supposed to act and there is some thing about him that is by necessity really fucking weird and a little scary but he’s so nice that it can throw you off the scent a little bit. Thanks for coming to my TED talk

I cant make it to thursday and i feel like no one is taking me seriously bc im not like. Externally losing it too much, but i seriously dont think i cant make it to the appointment if no one helps me. Everyday is two times worse than the last.

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

was anyone going to tell me there are fanlore pages about me and my works or did i have to find that out by myself when i tried searching for one of my tumblr posts in a google search bar

edit: i just read through the solar lunacy one and some of the details on there are just kind of....wrong. lmao

edit: there's one for my iz fics??

Love disabled people who just lie about their disabilities to nosy, intrusive questions. Sorry, yeah, I lost my arm in the wash one day. It's funny how that happens! Oh, I got back pain from saving nineteen children from a burning fire department <3

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Please look at this Law-themed storage bin I saw a few weeks ago. It’s very important.

“oh no people tell me I have no sense of personal space and I'm a man and her unofficial coach what if I've been making her uncomfortable- and Akane is like nah. You're not gonna do anything to me I can feel it. Like hes the only person who can overpower her but he just uses that strength to be there for her” og my god. i need a minute after that ome. god i had a whole long winded analysis of this and i was gonna put it all here but i seriously have no words. this is so real in every possible way and a lil too relatable lmfao

ITMEANS A LOT TO ME OKAY. I too could rsnt but idk where it would go