#I can't believe it's almost over already

[kyluxtrashpit]

The mouse droid is out and it's now time for the FINAL THREE!!! The percentages have also been shifting - will our early frontrunner prevail in the end? It's unclear. Only two polls after this remain! Have your say NOW!

Rules are the same: each poll will run for a day, with the least number of votes getting eliminated (and a tiebreaker poll occurring if there are multiple with the same low score). This is entirely for funnies, so I hope y’all will find it as hilarious as I do lmao

[galedekarios]

truly love how slowly but surely every companion is turned into a spineless doormat so as not to offend the fragile egos of the lowest common denominator of their playerbase or inconvenience them ever so slightly 💀

[expelliarmus]

[grapejuicegay]

Me and the besties crying screaming theorising throwing up

[ms-skaterat]

Taskmaster Series 15 Episode 9 - A Show About Pedantry

[somegrumpynerd]

Soriel week day 7 - free day

A bunch of random doodles of them being absolute dorks and then one of them on an aquarium date (there was going to be more at the aquarium but I ran out of steam, rip)

Onion-san ships it

[generalsmemories]

ya'll please i haven't even finished the 1k requests and we're already nearing 2k.

[icehearts]

-- day 27: snow

"Hard to believe anything green still grows around here. Doesn't it ever get tired of snowing?"

Bonus shitpost:

Her aim is a little off, but that's okay.

[nekrosmos]

More artfight pieces !

From top to bottom, characters belong to:

1: Ildern

2: @kitozune

3: @connortheconceded

4: @jukkariart

[californiaquail]

was hanging out with someone today and she was talking about how she would shoot the hawks and eagles if they went after her indoor/outdoor cat and i had to struggle to keep a straight face. there is an EASY fucking solution to this problem that doesn't involve killing federally protected wildlife OR your poor damn cat. who got in a fight last night and left fur all over the place.

[shizukais]

[alexturner2005]

i cannot even explain the shock i was in last monday at red rocks when they started soundchecking BATPHONE and then stopped and immediately launched into HELLO YOU.....before i could even recover from batphone.....they really tried to kill me

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

writing poetry sometimes feels like you gotta cut yourself open to express it idk smear all your organs all over the page and hope somebody else reads something beautiful. is that like divination the way it's expressed in various places and things? I dunno. poetry never slides off your skin like water off a duck's back. it's from within I think. sometimes you have to tear yourself apart to get at the words and sometimes it just wells up from within and gushes out. always from somewhere deep inside. sometimes it's difficult and horrible and painful but the alternative would be worse. sometimes it's from sheer joy that must overflow into words. I think that's beautiful personally. skin splitting from joy. it happens, I think, to us all at some point. or maybe I'm just a creature of extremes. maybe that online test I did because a friend recommended it is true. it said my symptoms were high. I don't know. maybe it is true, maybe it's not. I read a book once where there was a character named Nathan Hill-and-Dale, and while I'm not nearly as extreme as he was portrayed, in my extremes, I know I'm a fairly volatile person. funny, for most people who see me IRL seem to think that I'm fairly calm. nope, I'm a volcano. watch out, even when I'm apparently calm I might blow up one way or the other. one of my residents' family members said today that I was young and bubbly and she was glad to see it because happiness is the prerogative of the young. a part of me wished I told her. I have actively tried to kill myself once; I have come extremely close to the same actions countless times including yesterday; I would sooner hurt myself than others; if I had my own choice I would simply starve. of course I didn't tell her. sometimes I think I'll never get better. at this point I would consider it a very high chance that I will either die by suicide or end up in hospital following an attempt. not now, of course. but despite my fierce love for my course it has stress associated with it and I think that it's very likely that no psych help on earth would fix my mental health enough for that not to be an option mentally in this short time. I think it's possible to recover from all of the things I struggle with. God help me, I hope it is. the real question is whether I will survive long enough to recover from them. and the answer? I know not. I was reminded of a past interaction with the boy today, where he called my name - I turned - his grandfather, a photographer, was waiting to see if he could get a decent photo, for we were at a church conference and he was trying to get photos everywhere. they were laughing. I could not help but laugh. that memory is tainted now, for he would not look at me now, let alone try to pull such a stunt again. I don't blame him. I don't blame anyone for it. I wonder what would happen if I blocked all my friends on discord; who would seek me out? part of me hopes people would, another part hopes they would not. sometimes I just want to be left alone to curl up and die. it would be easier. so much easier than living, and living, and living. I tried writing poetry just now. it felt like trying to cut myself open, I couldn't get the words out. it only made me feel rather wild. I'm desperate for change, for something. something. what is that something? I don't know. did you know I'm a sadist? I would not in a public place express the thoughts that led me to that conclusion. but I am. I wish I wasn't. there's an obvious solution to that. quick, and easy. so easy. too easy. I tried writing poetry, and then instead of writing anything coherent, I wrote this.

[coziloveyourface]

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[heyitsphoenixx]

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[bunn-iiii]

i kinda don't want to go back to camp but some of my stuff is still there