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[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

"King of the GOATs/Avery Writes a Fic" Clip

“There, all suited up and-” Kurage began before the goat came galloping over with red eyes and a suit of armor on its body.

“ROBONIJI HUE SHIELD!” Niji declared as a colorful, rainbow shield landed in left hand and he instantly shielded himself with it.

The goat beamed and rammed into the shield, a beam of light hit it as it stumbled backwards dizzily.

“Well that takes care of that.” 

*MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH*

A whole herd of armor-clad goats trotted over.

“Fuck.”

[umbrify]

With Hermitcraft season 9 coming to a close, I wanted to pull up this clip from Joe Hills’ ten year anniversary stream. It’s a clip I think about often.

Joe: I— it’s so hard, like, to say goodbye to ten seasons— or— ten years, of Hermitcraft. But then, I guess, I realize, I don’t have to, because we’re gonna go make more.

It just… it reminds me that we’re not saying goodbye, y’know? And there’s always a bit of that somber energy around a season ending, as exciting as it is otherwise, so I’ve been thinking about this again. Immediately after that clip, Joe goes on to talk about plans that they all have for an event the following day, and it’s just…

It’s okay. There will be more Hermitcraft tomorrow.

[sapphire-draw]

random doodle i cleaned up

[I don't know if the drawing is readable??? I put a description on it if not]

Malroth being menacing/scary by virtue of existing.

[sansapixel]

When the housemate needed to sleep at midnight but the roguelike deckbuilding run was popping off

[acearohippo]

This threw me off guard. Boy is 19 years old with this plotline... Has he been 19 this whole time??

[asagirisfavpen]

So y'all know how THE book creates alternate universes? And how Dazai said he's tried them all. And the only in Beast Odasaku can write his stories?

A) That doesn't mean it's the only universe where he's alive. It's just the only one where he's a writer

B) that's fake, it's not the only one where he's a writer because Oda Sakunosuke was a writer irl and according to my theory the real world is supposed to be an alternate universe in BSD

C) does that mean all the AU fanfictions are cannon?

D) Dazai clearly didn't have Tumblr and AO3 because otherwise he would have known there's more universes where Odasaku gets to publish his novels

[lavena]

07 Mikey being the only of the brothers to experience rush hour traffic cause of his cowabunga carl gig and going from high beach boy "just chill out man ain't no big deal" to " ay Ray, get off the fuckin road if you ain't gonna press the damn gas, tell Jess Happy birthday and I'll see her Sunday, now move slowass" new yorker in 2 seconds flat and surprising the shit out of his brothers the first time they do a day trip to upstate

[sleptsin]

ㅤㅤANNOUNCEMENT !!!

ㅤㅤI've officially made a decision. I will be working on converting Belphie into an OC. It's only right since my hcs for most of his abilities are actually pulled from the lore of an ongoing project between me and my friend. While I work on redoing his profile, here are some of the major things to note:

His name will now be Beau Caelum for all verses. This was and still is his " fake / human " name as his demon name will not be disclosed.

He will still be a high ranking sloth demon and prince of hell.

He will no longer have any ties to heaven as he was born in hell.

Rather than him, one of his parents is the " Representative of Sloth. " aka the #1 sloth demon, one of the seven deadly sins, royalty of hell, etc. etc. I will likely make a post about them in the future.

At the moment, majority of my old hcs will still be carrying over ( i.e. his abilities, hobbies, skills, pact making rules ). I will be going through all of them to weed out what is Beau and what is Belphie and likely post revised editions.

Bouncing off the above, probably the biggest thing is that HE WILL NOT HAVE ANY SIBLINGS. As of right now, he is an only child.

ㅤㅤThat should be everything important. Hopefully all the changes will be done within the next week. ( Provided I have the energy and time. ) ALSO for anyone that might've written with me before, for the most part his personality will still be intact. So it shouldn't be that jarring a change, I think.

[watercolor-hearts]

I think I experienced what it's like when someone whose love language is not physical touch tries to comfort you with physical touch.

I talked about some things that happened to me in the past few days/weeks and my best friend sometimes touched me with two fingers for like a second or so on my tight.

It was... Weird. I wanted it to be comforting but I feel like it wasn't enough and I feel like she knows it too but she doesn't want to make it weird by going further and putting her whole hand on me. So we're stuck here.

We talked about wanting physical touch but I think for her it's only with romantic partners. Because she was really happy when she saw me talking about wanting to hug or cuddle my other friend because it seems like they're open to it but she didn't say she'd want to do anything like that with me. (Which is totally okay.)

It's not that I'm disappointed, because it has always been like this, she knows me as someone who doesn't like touch and hugs, it's just... Difficult when you change and now you crave it but you can't get it. But I'll never force her to do anything she doesn't want to. We don't have the type of relationship where people are physically close and it's okay. It had been okay for long but now I've changed and I need a hug or a cuddle so much it's hard not to think about it all the time, especially when I have someone with me.

But it's okay, I'll survive.

[tea-blankets-andstars]

GOODNIGHT EVERYONE

tonights moon phase is full 🌕

[un-invierno-eterno]

Martes 07 de mayo del 2024 (1:47 a.m.)

Querido niño:

Otra carta más que te escribo, estoy como cuando solía escribirle cartas a los chicos que solía amar mientras lloraba en las madrugadas y tú estabas al lado mío dándome calor y amor que ellos nunca jamás me darían.

Te extraño mucho, el Vicente se orino en mis cojines y en mis cortinas y lo odié. Mi papá me dijo que tú lo hacías y eso no es cierto, hasta que tú cuerpo se enfermó por completo y no podías retener como antes.

Yo lo soporte y no del todo porque te llamé la atención en tus últimos días. Lo siento tanto mi bebé.

No era mi intención, sólo pensaba que lo hacías de pesado y por hacerle caso a mi mamá. Pero tú ya no podías más.

Hace un mes estabas conmigo durmiendo a mi lado mientras te hacías sin querer y te sentías incómodo. Yo te tomaba en mis brazos para que fueras a orinar al patio y no sentirte del todo culpable.

Recuerdo como te entregaba a dios cada vez que te sentía sufrir. Porque no lo soportaba, el dolor en mi corazón y mi paciencia yendose a la mierda sin ver progreso.

Juro por dios que a ti de verdad no te hubiese soltado como he tenido que tratar de soltar a L y perdón por nombrarlo, pero sólo tu lo sabes. Sólo tu sabes cómo todos los años que te saqué a pasear lo esperé y deseaba que me saludara hasta que lo hizo un par de veces gracias a ti.

Pero el dolor que siento por él no se compara con el tuyo. Tu me dueles en la soledad, en el amor, en mis noches, en mis tristezas, en mis ganas de comer, en mis ganas de salir y en mi frío.

Él no estuvo en ninguna de esas ocasiones, él no se sintió como si me partieran realmente el alma y no pudiera soportar el dolor de dejarte ir y en hasta intentar detener todo y llevarte a casa para que siguieras conmigo.

Si bien, cuando me enteré que él tenía novia y le había dedicado una de las canciones que amaba en ese entonces y me recordaban a él. Agregando de las tremendas ganas de suicidarme que sentí ese día y de lo decidida que estaba no se comparan al dolor que siento ahora.

Me siento sola, con el alma podrida, con el alma desgarrada y llena de amor pero sin poder entregar porque todos me rechazan. Nadie me hace sentir como tú, tu hacías que mi amor fuera válido, que mi amor no era algo malo, que mi amor era bonito, que mi amor era fuerte, maravilloso y era importante al igual que los demás.

Escribo esto y no estás, no puedo estirar el brazo y tocar tu lomito o tu estómago respirando lentamente mientras duermes entre medio de mis frazadas calentito. No estás y no vas a volver. Lo único que queda de ti, es tu olor, tus pelitos y algunas manchas de tus fluidos que pronto se irán.

Dios sabe cuánto te extraño, el dolor ahora es real, mi amor por ti es real y no fue una fantasía como lo fue con todos los chicos que amé. Porque tú sabías que yo te amaba y era recíproco.

Hace un mes a esta hora te llevaba en mis brazos para que fueras a orinar (2:00 am)

Y yo te esperaba muerta de frío en la cocina, porque quería lo mejor para ti y que te pudieras sentir cómodo y sin culpas.

Hace un mes aún sentía tu calor en los pies de mi cama, sentía tu respiración y podía escuchar tu corazón libremente.

Te extraño como la mierda porque mi amor ahora no es válido, solo es una cochinada más en este mundo, soy la loca, la intensa, la mamona, la que le hace falta un pololo y con argumentos.

Si bien he perdido varias cosas estos años, pero tú eres la perdida más fea que he tenido. Porque se supone que deberías estar a mi lado respirando y dándome compañía. Pero no estás.

Yo sé perder, siempre supe cómo perder, como actuar antes la perdida, entender que no se puede tener todo en la vida, hasta que te perdí a ti y aún siento que volverás.

Que realmente no perdí, ahora no se como actuar ante la perdida, me siento vacía, estúpida, mala y una imbécil al no poder soltarte.

Eras mi luna, mi sol, mis estrellas, mi cielo, mi universo, mi aire y mis grandes ganas de vivir.

Me salvaste y yo no pude hacer lo mismo.

Te tuve por 14 años conmigo y aún así no me conformo, porque siento que te faltó verme crecer más, verme enamorarme, ver cómo me casaba o como tenia hijos. Porque por más que lo niegue siempre quise hijos.

Amo los bebés, amaria tener mi bebé y que tú hubieses estado para que lo hubieses olfateado y le movieras la colita y yo sentir que tú amor trascenderia con mis bebés.

Pero no estás y quizas lo mismo pasará con la Mami Corina, quizás nunca me conozca un novio, ni sus bisnietos porque nadie me quiere para algo serio aún. Ni siquiera para el chiste. Es horrible.

Estoy tan triste, pero te amo y te extraño mi bebé.

Eras hermoso, te ame mucho, te cuide y fuiste mi niñito precioso.

Besos al otro plano terrenal😊

–Winter❄️

[ughmulder]

I'm just trying my best okay I am just learning how to cook it is not my fault that I am so embarrassingly bad at it that I think I'm actually somehow good at it

[rookloveslyrics]

Yes, I know, I think I am a joke, I know I am a joke, I am a joke somewhere But I don't really care, well maybe I do care, But if they know that I care they will tell more jokes about me - JK by Crywank

[sapphire-draw]

Dumb shitpost featuring my builders

Technically Hargon built the world so he's the goverment in this analogy

Can't learn to kill if you already knew how to kill amirite

[fast-moving-ghost]

I am enjoying the cooler weather that September has brought, It has been shorts and flannel weather for me, 15-25°c. And I cannot wait for winter or halloween! I love halloween

I haven't actually done anything to celebrate since I was 13, But I love decorating and I love seeing all the houses done up and every one dressed up all cool

[countdown-til-sanders-take-over]

one thing about me is that i will be taking a shower at a very late hour of night

🫡 I usually don’t have the mental fortitude to dry my hair at that point