#I genuinely couldnt remember reward shit

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

holy shit i just realised i asked u to write for shoto and awhile u replied to an anon who sent the exact same thing i did but with the emoji i was about to use but changed last minute…. wtf ANYWAYS PLS WRITE FOR SHOTO 😍😍😍😍😍🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 LOVE UR WORKKKK

Hi!! I’m sorry this took a while to get out, but thank you for your request! Now that it’s Summer I’ll be able to write more and quickly, so even though this is a bit rushed, I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Pro!Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Warnings: fluff; like it’s basically just fluff; so proud of myself for being able to do a single one-shot without writing smut

Word Count: 0.8k

The vibration of your phone rumbled over your table, effectively grasping your attention.

A bookmark was quickly placed within your novel, some murder-mystery series that Mina had recommended. While the writing was pretty good, you were almost sure that she enjoyed it primarily for the charming antihero, a move that you both respected and related to.

You picked up your phone, waiting a few seconds for the facial recognition to pick up on your features.

Flitting through a few reminders, you read your most recent notification, eyes lighting up.

“Sho!” You called, voice echoing through your shared apartment.

It only took a few moments for the bathroom door to open, steam slipping through the growing crack to reveal your fiancé. Times like this only reminded you how unconsciously angelical he was, damp hair falling over the scar adorning his features.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, head tilting in a way that was oddly reminiscent of how a confused dog would question his owner. “Did you get scared by the drying going off again."

A towel lay low on his hips, an extra detail that only caused you to momentarily forget why you called him in the first place.

Regardless, you shook the thought off, playfully rolling your eyes and holding your phone up for him to see. “That happened once. And no, look.”

Shoto blinked, gaze traveling from the device back to you. “Twitter?”

“Yes, baby, it’s Twitter, but that’s not what I meant.” You pushed it into his hands. “Scroll.”

He complied, bi-colored eyes scanning for anything that would've caused you to need him.

It took a few seconds for him to recognize the reason for your excitement, gaze flitting back up to meet your smile and outstretched hand.

“Pay up.”

Last year, 'The People's Hero Billboard Chart' had been the last thing on your mind.

At least, that was until Ochako called, her laughter bubbling over the line.

It was mainly run by online voting and polls, awarding the Pro's trivial titles such as 'Best Hair' or, your personal favorite, 'Most Likely To Secretly Be Dating a Villain.'

You never would have expected that Shoto would have been receiving that of 'Best Looking.'

Obviously, you weren't blind.

It was quite apparent that your partner was extremely attractive. However, you weren't exactly one to keep track of social media that didn't include funny animal and/or panda-shaped bread making videos.

But this was just another opportunity to appreciate what you already knew was true.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but the whisper of a smile gracing his lips gave some hint as to how much he enjoyed your doting, a desire that you were more than happy to indulge in.

Your actions sizzled off as the months went by, but it only took the reminder lighting up your screen to resume them.

Despite receiving a nomination, Shoto had waved away your harmless teasing, only leading for it to escalate, something that he only should've expected.

"Can you even win something twice in a row?"

You shrugged, mindlessly sorting certain silverware into its rightful spot. "For most things, I guess."

"Like what?" He asked, handing you another spoon.

"Uh..." You thought about it for a second, all prior knowledge on sports or artistic awards that could have provided an instance suddenly vanishing. "Like, maybe when Gryffindor wins all the damn time in Harry Potter."

"What's that?"

The dislike of your deficient, and fictional, example completely evaded you, the feeling immediately replaced by one that could only be described by blunt shock. "You're joking."

"No." He blinked. "Should I?"

"Yes, I seriously cannot wait to see the giant rock you've been hiding under." You playfully quipped, earning a low chuckle from the man behind you. "But regardless, I'm ready to bet anything that you'll win again. I'll give you whatever you want."

"But I already have everything I want."

His words made your heart flutter, a giddy smile creeping over your features. "There's really nothing that you want from me?"

Tilting his head, he took a moment before giving you a smirk that he only ever put on when you were alone. "I mean-"

Laughing, you nudged his shoulder, trying to hide the slight warmth bleeding into your cheeks.

It didn't matter what he asked of you.

You won.

He smiled softly, blunt honesty doing nothing to hide the subtle excitement hiding in his actions.

Taking your still-outstretched hand, he tossed your phone onto a pillow and pulled himself onto the covers beside you. He gently took your arm and moved it over his torso, your head now resting on his chest.

Shoto would've given you anything that you asked, regardless of whether or not you had won some silly bet.

But time spent with him was really all you wanted.

[jennrypan]

I rewrote the part where Scourge and Sonic have that "Just like me convo" so it can fit my au of them.

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Fiona cheating on him with his anti didnt make Sonic angry..

Fiona actively lying to him didnt piss him off, maybe annoyed him..but it didnt piss him off.

What did piss him off however was how she antagonized Amy and Tails, and how she seemed to preen at the slightest attention Scourge gave her..because she wanted someone to protect her..someone to care about her, he didnt know..and what set him off was how she slapped Tails away, mocked him for crying and all to impress his anti! 

"What the hell Fiona!?" 

Sonic snapped, though this just caused the vixen to roll her eyes before she looked at him..god her attitude was grating his nerves,

"What?" She mused as if she didnt just slap his best friend for no reason,

That ..that made him scowl, and without warning he moved- he wanted to actually..throw her, her attitude annoyed him, her disregard for his friends pissed him off- he hadnt accounted for Scourge actually protecting her, as when he moved..so did the green hedgehog and before he could touch Fiona a fist crushed into his cheek causing him to let out a sharp grunt and lose his footing for a brief minute, instantly turning his attention towards Scourge..he still had that same sleazy smile..taunting. 

"Bad move, blue." 

Scourge drawled out, and Sonic just clicked his tongue watching as Scourge slowly paced around him..hes been itching to fight him for who knows how long..that much Sonic knew, but Sonic just hummed,

"Oh so you can help other people besides yourself, I was beginning to worry you had no redeeming qualities!" He stated sounding visibly amused, 

Scourge just scoffed lowly, "Please, thats not a redeemin quality, raise your standards." He sneered, and without warning he ran forward..and the fight began.

Amy had since charged at Fiona but Sonic could barely focus on that as Scourge kept matching him blow for blow..only thing was Scourge was a lot more violent..a lot more aggressive.

It wasnt everyday Sonic worked up a sweat fighting an opponent as not many people matched his speed..Shadow and Metal were the only ones..now Scourge had been added to that list of people that seem to want to kill him for no reason.

"Jeez its hard to believe someone so bitter could be me, like damn dude, did your favorite jacket get discontinued?" 

Even during this fight Sonic didnt stop being taunting, as he landed on top of a rock- narrowly avoiding being kicked into a tree, watching as Scourge turned towards him, his eyes were surprisingly still shielded by his shades but Sonic could still feel him glaring at him, 

Scourge moved again and this time he successfully swiped Sonics legs from underneath him and when Sonic fell the blue hedgehog instinctively moved to the side as Scourges fist came crashing into the floor were his head had previously been,

"Lets see you keep makin jokes when I break your fuckin legs." Scourge hissed- despite his words he sounded delighted by the thought, pleased with the thought of hurting him and hes use to this from Shadow and Metal, they were both assholes who worked with Eggman on their worst days and they just genuinely didnt like him that much but Scourge? Theyve only met three times before this and he didnt remember antagonizing the male enough to make him want to hurt him that much-

Scourge charged forward once more and Sonic quickly moved to the side, arm pulling back before he crashed his fist into the side of Scourges face as he had done to him earlier..knocking the shades from his face which caused his anti to pause briefly, glancing down at the shades for a millisecond as they landed on the floor, cracked and lopsided.

That millisecond was soon forgotten as Scourge retaliated..his body moved lower and his leg rose before he kicked Sonic straight in the chest causing the male to grunt, stumbling back at the force but the kick wasnt enough as Scourge had soon punched him in the stomach,

"God- I still got a few more jokes- first, those shades were lame anyways- not a joke but a fact!" 

Sonic stated quickly, jumping out of the way from Scourge once more as the male just growled,

"Im not takin shit from someone who thinks 'Way past cool' is a thing people actually say!" Scourge retorted, 

"Hey people said it before!" 

"No ones ever said that shit before!" 

It went on like this for what seemed like a few minutes with both of them arguing with each other, Sonic just wanted to see exactly why Scourge was going out of his way to hurt him- even trying to actually break his leg if he was given the chance..the rage was so weird..he knew antis were different but he didnt expect his anti to be so..angry,  so violent- his anti seemed more like a very verbal Shadow with the way he kept attacking him, 

"Ya know being an asshole isnt as rewarding as ya think it is right?" 

Sonic questioned- grunting when he got into a tree, thankfully avoiding Amy as she chased Fiona around still, she had tried to help but Fiona kept distracting her.

"Pfft, its more rewardin than wastin my time saving a buncha useless dicks who dont deserve it!" Scourge replied, sounding amused by the sheer thought of saving someone else...Sonic couldnt imagine not wanting to save people..yeah sometimes he thought some people didnt deserve it but still, 

"Youre still a Sonic! Still me- you should want to at least try and help people!"

"Why? Cuz thats what you do?" 

Scourge just laughed and without warning he moved forward..punched him in the stomach, then his chest- he didnt wait for a retaliation as he kicked him into a tree, he found with the purpose to bruise and scar while Sonic fought to distance and distract-

His head spun for a split moment, the wind knocked out of him, 

"You dont get it! Rulin people with fear and hate, is soo much better than tryna be some glorified saint!" 

Scourge stated, his eyes were blazing..the rage was back..he looked nothing like him right now..something was off, Sonic didn't like how unhinged he was,  how cruel- 

"That isnt true, and it never will be."

Sonic declared and Scourge just sneered at him, laughing, fist pulling back as Sonic quickly moved from his spot, his knuckles slammed into bark instead of Sonics nose,

"When you finally realize not everyone deserves to be saved, when you see how much more freein it is to be above people than to depend on them- you'll be like me, all it takes is one bad day, one bad situation and you'll see that." Scourge hummed out, side stepping as Sonic went to kick him, only to have his leg grabbed and he was forcefully thrown down, causing him to grunt lowly, and without warning Scourge stepped on his chest, Sonic could only stare at him for a brief moment before he just grinned- 

"Thats where your wrong dude, a bad day doesnt just make someone a villain..but a good day? A good day could change a lot, all it takes is someone showing you an ounce of kindness, someone showin you the love you never got and you'll be like me, a good person..maybe even a hero." He stated, grinning.

He expected another mocking laugh instantly, expecting Scourges foot to press down but for a brief minute..the green hedgehog paused, eyes widening ever so slightly, and for that minute Sonic was sure he got to him..he knew deep down Scourge wasnt evil, he could just show him he didnt have to be like this, he could help him..he didnt know anything about his anti besides the fact something was severely wrong with his mental state and he took too much enjoyment in hurting him but he knew he wasnt evil.

Then.. the green hedgehog just smiled, his expression hardening as if it hadnt changed in the first place, 

"How naive." 

He sneered and that slowly shattered Sonics hopes of getting through to him..he just dismissed his words-

"Not naive..hopeful." Sonic retorted, moving his arm to grab his ankle but his foot had moved towards his neck and Sonic jolted- the malice in his eyes was so..floundering..he could never imagine that look on his own face.

"Same thing." Scourge stated dismissively, and Sonic didnt get the chance to reply as a blur of yellow and brown crashed into Scourge, pushing the older teen to the ground successfully allowing Sonic to sit up instantly,

"Get away from him you bully!" Tails screamed, Sonic heard Scourge cursing and soon Tails was thrown back, causing Sonic to quickly move to catch him.

"Thanks bud." Sonic murmured, staring at Scourge who just fixed his jacket- appearing inconvenienced as Fiona neatly landing besides him as Amy ran up next to Sonic, "Stop running you coward!" The pink hedgehog hissed, Scourge just plucked out a warp ring from his jacket, just smiling at Sonic.. His smile was so..mean looking, it was too sharp..too fake,

"Til next time blue."  

Was all Scourge said in a sing song like voice as he let Fiona into the portal first and he followed quickly after just as Amy chucked her hammer in their direction, who she was aiming at specifically he had no clue.

"Dammit! Stupid! Assholes, ugh!" Amy screamed, storming over to snatch her hammer up,

"Theyre such bullies! Why did I even like her!" Tails exclaimed, Sonic just frowned before he sighed quietly, glancing from Amy to Tails. 

"Lets just go, theyre gone now, might as well enjoy the peace." He stated with a simple shrug, giving them a small smile, the smile made Amy visibly melt while it comforted Tails slightly, the young pink hedgehog was at his side instantly, clutching his arm- which he allowed for the time being while Tails was a little slower to approach him, still dejected.

He knew his anti despised him but he'll never get the reason why, and unfortunately..Scourge was too far gone to talk down from whatever path he was taking..the friendly route was no longer an option.

[im-not-a-joke]

another vent post? its more likely than you think,,,

i havent talked to my irl friends in weeks and i remembered why today. all they do is fearmonger and talk about really heavy things and i hate it, it ruins my perception of them when they want to talk about other things and i cant bring myself to smile and nod like usual. i never thought id say this but theyre really bad for my mental health and interacting with them is more taxing than rewarding. but no one knows that i have online friends and no one can find out that i havent been talking to my irl friends because then everyone is going to be concerned and scared for me again. im tired of it and im mad and sad and i want to scream and cry because i genuinely care about these people and i hate myself for thinking bad about them and i hate that i cant bring myself to text them back. i got a really sweet text from my best friend last night about how she misses me and wants to take away my pain and i couldnt even respond to that. im stuck between thinking that this is the right thing to do for myself and thinking that im a toxic piece of shit human. i dont know what to do anymore

[zekhromss]

sometimes i like.  sit here and think about my life and who i am and things like that so here have a compilation of emotions ive been having.

i wonder if my lack of drive has something to do with my intelligence being used against me as a kid yknow like.  i couldnt just be a criminal’s kid i had to be so much more than that, i had to get away from where i grew up, and every aspect of myself had to be perfect so i had as much of a chance as everyone else to be successful.  i had to have a passion, i had to be intelligent, i had to be refined and so much better than everyone else.  i couldnt be stupid, i couldnt be average, i had to be THE most intelligent person on the face of the earth.  and then i grew up and realized i like.  didnt want to be pretentious and i didnt WANT to be smart i wanted to be able to enjoy life just like everyone else.  i didnt want to have to try so hard when i literally wasnt any smarter than anyone else in the grand scheme of things.  i just got tired of having to be so good all the time with zero reward other than “yeah thats what youre supposed to be unless you want to wind up in a gang or dead or in prison for the rest of your life” like not to be dramatic but those were literally the only options for me growing up.

and i really hated being smart, id never wanted to be anything more than of average intelligence and of average everything.  bcs what kind of a life can you live when your entire existence is just “yeah hes pretty smart its cool” like it frustrated the living shit out of me.  i didnt want to be smart, i didnt want to be struggling in school just for some GPA nonsense, i wanted to be where i was comfortable and wasnt looked on as a failure for not having that sweet 5.0 weighted average.

and even when i was smart, because of my background it was never anything to like adore, it was something to fear.  i came from violence and crime and instability so of course if i was ever really smart or calculating, i was criminal.  i would never use my intelligence to help others, it would only be to help myself.  and i resented that, i resented being seen as an evil genius in the making.  i wanted to be normal, i wanted my so-called intellect to be seen as a beacon of hope coming from where nobody imagined it would.  i got tired of being smart if it meant everyone was going to immediately be terrified of “what i could do”, when what i wanted to do was genuinely help others.  i went through like every medical science in the book, and every time i was stopped at “but you cant do those things, youre just smart, you have no real light coming from you, you just want an excuse to be wealthy and hurt others in the future”.

so i just stopped.  i just stopped being smart.  i intentionally flunked out of everything just so i could get away from all of that.  i didnt want to be smart anymore, i wanted to be a real person.  i wanted to experience the world and see what else was out there for me.  i didnt want to work towards anything more, because if i was stupid and incompetent, i wouldnt commit crimes, i wouldnt ever be in an intimidating position where anyone could throw something back in my face.

but then it was an issue of being personable.  im like.  very good at motivating others but even that was seen as seeds of a nefarious plan.  but i never wanted to be motivational, i never wanted to have traits that someone could twist around and use against me.  so i shut myself off from the outside world and isolated myself, so i wouldnt “accidentally make others criminals”.  which, like that was never the intention, but apparently if someone who’s charismatic has a stupid idea, sometimes people do the stupid idea because they were motivated to do it.  and as someone with a lot of pent-up rage, i was very motivational and passionate.

these are traits that obviously now at 25 im realizing arent bad, like i can be smart and charismatic and it doesnt mean the end of the world, but it sucks it took me to 25 (almost 26) to realize all of this.

but am i happy?  i always thought happiness meant you found your passion, you self-actualized and knew everything about yourself.  you were content with who you were and wouldnt change it.  and, by that definition, im not.  sure, ive found who i am, and i know i want to help others, but recently ive discovered something.

im not.  happy.  like i am, but im not.  because happiness means you want to go on, it means you love your life, and on the surface i guess i have that, but when i think about my future, my only end i see is being murdered like a martyr.  but why do i have to die to bring light?  why is the future only available at the expense of myself?  why, in my dreams, is everything perfect, but only for the people i leave behind?  why is my future home empty except for the things i leave behind when im gone?  why is my future rooted in sorrow for my absence, why do i always want to tell other people to remember who i am like im intending to die before i can reap the fruits of my own life?  how can i say im dealing with my issues when my fantasy life is one where im not even in it?

[tumblunni]

aaaaaugh that was a weird adventure of a normal thing seriously wtf how did I Almost Die from just trying to pay my electricity bills?? the electricity went out at midnight and I was having a WHOPPING GIANT MIGRAINE and seriously i suck at talking to cashiers on the best of days but now i have to call a taxi at midnight and sit there feeling awkward for like half an hour while the guy drives me several miles away to the only electricity place thats open 24/7 and like five minutes in i realized OH SHIT THIS MIGRAINE IS MORE SERIOUS THAN I EXPECTED but like i was trapped in a car and trapped in an awkward social situation! so i was here all dizzy and disassociating and like it felt like the window was a computer screen?? cos im nearsighted a lot and of course its gonna get even worse when i have a dizzy migraine of death doom. i was just so out of it with pain and tiredness and the car shaking me about and just it felt like i wasnt really there but i was still in my house just watching all this on the tv or something. i had to look down at my hands cos they were the only non blurry thing, i had to remind myself that i actually existed and wasnt somehow being erased from the world and replaced by a film reel of some guy sitting in a car?? So I am like Absolutely Fucking Nonfunctional here, and being acutely aware of how i forgot to wear my glasses and apparantly also my socks. Tho in my defense it would have been hard to put them on in the dark anyway! and seriously THIS POOR CAB GUY! like it seemed english wasnt his first language and i felt so bad cos like how can i make it clear that I am the one messing up here?? dude you didnt mishear me i really am slurring everything i say and forgetting half the dictionary. HE WAS SO NICE! I wish i could have like.. been able to register any of his individual faceparts as a coherant whole. I have problems with prosopagnosia even on a good day, but like whoa man i did not have the energy left to concentrate on what this guy even looked like. i feel bad cos i dont know his name either, im gonna remember him as just this big helpful shadow void with a nice accent. HOW DID YOU PUT UP WITH ME EMBARASSING MYSELF SO MUCH, YOU WONDERFUL CABMAN actaully wait do you call them cabs in america aa im sorry this post isnt very america translated i try and generally self-correct to america english cos i know like 90% of my followers seems to be america for some reason i do not understand HELLO AMERICDA FRIENDS TODAY okay so i was Dying in a taxi which is also called a cab, and the company was Capital Cabs which is very good and i love them and they have an automated system so you dont have to talk on the phone and seriously that cut like 50% of terror from this terror day SO ANYWAY I WAS DYING we go all over the place looking for the 24 hours electric place, and then for some reason they are closed?? there was a line outside and i think actually the doors got stuck and the cashiers couldnt get out??? what happened?? i guess i will never know cos i had to leave that mini story behind and find another electric hilariously we found one LITERALLY ACROSS THE ROAD there was THE SAME SHOP ACROSS THE ROAD FACING EACH OTHER MIRROR IMAGE WHAT like seriously fuck im already in a dizzy daze floating halfway out my own body like i didnt need any more evidence im currently in wonderland i want to know this story too, dammit! are those rival stores?? of the same brand?? somehow?? or are they owned by the same person?? because why?? is it like the area was so in-demand of small 24/7 shops that they had to make two within five metres of each other? or is it like they’re the same shop but they didnt have enough space to build the full size they wanted so they purchased two smaller land plots? or something? DID IT JUST EXIST FOR THIS SPECIFIC CIRCUMSTANCE OF ME NEEDING THE SHOP WHEN THE SHOP IS CLOSED “tumblr blogger tumblunni will show up fuckin migraine stoned on the 9th of november, as the prophecy foretold” omg i just mispelled prophecy as prophey and that sounds like a cute ass oc name holy shit ANYWAY im here dissacoiating my ass off and trying and failing to stick my debit card in the card machine and all the time im like FUCKIN OBSESSING over how sauboh is a really better name. Like faba is still a cute name but sauboh is a COOL name! no name is better than sauboh! and why u wanna this evil man have a cute name anyway?? when u be all cruel in the anime and sand off even the slightest non horrible edges he ever had, like seriously im unreasonably upset that everyone hates faba even more now. when will i get my sneaky science grandpa guy who is not evil for once but merely misunderstood and then i adopt him and hug him many and the all is resolved so yeah im fuckin haviung trouble focusing on what im actually doing jesus christ then i stumble into the store and i pay for my electric and im like ‘no no no fucking shit this migraine is WAY worse than i expected, im going to fucking die’ so i ask if they have any paracetamol but i cant remember the word for paracetamol and its all super embarassing. and like THE GUY LOOKS AT ME AS IF IM CRAZY. He’s all ‘ugh why would we have that, geez’. like wtf?? i mean i know i couldnt remember the name of it but i said ‘headache medicine’ so im sure he understood what i meant. i had a long rambling discussion with the taxi man about how weird that was, he was like ‘no, seriously EVERY 24 hour newsagent sells that stuff’ and i was like ‘no seriously he was rude to me for asking, like wtf’ and then i repeated the story about three more times cos i was currently in the throes of brain death in retrospect maybe the cashier thought i was drunk or something?? or high? i mean you cant get high from headache pills but i dunno maybe they mix badly with booze and he thought he was saving my life. i like to think the best of people! i wish i hadnt jumped to the grumpy conclusion during that moment and then whined like a lil bitch to this poor cab man and seriously he was SO NICE! he was like ‘dude seriously we’d have to drive anothr five miles to find another newsagent shop, im trying to save you money’ and he tried to give me some of the paracetamol he had in his wallet and i was like YOURE SO FUCKIN NICE IM DYING, I COULD NEVER ACCEPT THAT but also in retrospect probably that was a good decision cos even if the guy seemed super nice and trustable its like Good Life Policy to not take medicine from people you don’t know. I am 100% sure tho that he actually was genuine and wasnt gonna fuckin murder me with fakeacetamol HE WAS SO NICE! HIM AND HIS NONDESCRIPT FACIAL REGION! why cant i remember ANYTHING about this man oh and also I was able to give some money to a lady on the street!! i don’t know if she was actually homeless, she said that she had some trouble with a hotel booking or something so she was just stuck sleeping outside for the night. i cant remember if she had any luggage so i cant verify if the story is true, it just made me really sad wondering if it WASNT true and its like she needed to lie or people wouldnt give her money?? like seriously homeless people are the most vunerable yet theyre the ones people have the least sympathy for! wtf having to like like ‘i need the money less’... anyway i also couldnt remember her face and was kinda slurring my words to death and i didnt have much money to give but aaaa i hope i helped!! so yeah fuckin SMASH CUT to the next newsagent place and seriously i swear i blacked out for a minute cos it was just like wow we’re there in 48 seconds yet the clock says a bunch more miles and THEY HAD PARACETALMOL AND I WAS FUCKIN CRYING IN A SPAR MART thenk u cashier man who was probablyh very confused at this guy with no socks also for some reason my mind was wandering to the topic of what i’d do if i got misgendered in a cinema, like holding this fuckin entire fictional argument with this manifestation of my own self doubt WHAT EVEN INSPIRED THAT THOUGHT PROCESS so i’m nigh passing out and the nice cab man takes me home and he tries to make me pay less than the fee on the clock and im like NO DUDE IT WAS MY OWN CHOICE TO GO 2 PARACETAMOL SHOP seriously he was SO NICE why cant i remember his faaaaaace and i usually like to give a tip to the taxi guy even though tipping isnt really a thing in my country cos just i feel like Being Nice Is Nice and i want to thank them for their nice but i DIDNT HAVE ANY MORE MONEY LEFT so aaaa i was only able to give him an extra £0.50 but thank you taxi man i hope you have a good night and good life and the universe rewards you for helping a migraine fucked bunbun this eve and now ive shoved medicines in my fave and im just waiting for them to kick in and i know i should eat something but i feel so nauseous aaarglefargle also nice taxi man told me a story about how the same thing happened to him once except the electric went out while he was in the shower. So he just got blasted by cold water AND had to stumble down the stairs in the dark, and then friggin buy electric while his ears were still fulla soap. Whoa dude your bravery in face of embarassment exceeds my own! i love you platonically mr cab man thanks for making me feel less nervous and such while i was Die so yeah hopefully i will be less die soon ok bye also sauboh is a best name and i need to steal it for an oc or something NINTEND U LET IT SLIP AWAY

[tumblunni]

HEY MAN I JUST HAD A COOL IDEA which i am probably never gonna use cos I’m not on twitch nor do i have an internet connection good enough to stream lets plays, lol BUT STILL, AN IDEA! and maybe I can find a way to do it some other way, i guess

Okay yah.. like.. yknow how on Twitch they have those custom congratulations popups whenever someone subscribes to the channel or donates or whatever? Wouldnt it be so cool if like... you assigned points to those, and had some sort of milestone goal. And like, you could even make it like ‘[subscriber name] attacked! 1000 damage!’, and they have to defeat the milestone personified as a boss. And you could have some sort of lil silly skit or animation prepared for when it happens! that could just be cool, right? making an ordinary thing more interactive. more incentive to join in

And I just think it could be cool if i could someday do livestreams that like... i’d like to do funny awful milestone madness. like, make the reward be me playing a game that I’d otherwise never play! something really terrible that’d have funny reactions, lol. I dunno, I was just remembering that terrible surprise child pron game litt.lewitc.h rom.anesq.ue and how it fuckin traumatized me out of nowhere and how i was SO EXCITED for it and it was the exact opposite of what i wanted and deaaaar godddd how i regret that i gave that damn company my money for a terrible game and i’ll never get it out of my nightmares. ‘hey look a fun parenthood simulator WHOOPS NOPE ITS VAGINAS AND INCEST And I know a bunch of other really really terrible games like ride to hell retribution, and really traumatizing gross pervy nonsense ones like sweet pool, aka The Butt Pregnancy Yaoi Game. (seriously DEAR GOD its fuckd up) So yeah it would be real fun to do a livestream of shit like that, it would somehow be kinda cathartic and maybe cure me of how much those games genuinely freaked me out. I’m just not even capable of playing these things on my own, i couldnt make a funny youtube video about it, I’d just be trying not to anxiety-puke. But doing it on a livestream would be fun cos i could be talking to other people and be able to vent about the awfulness, and be able to laugh at myself cos i could see how funny my horror reactions are, yknow? And then instead of remembering how i wasted my money on a terrible game that gave me a panic attack, i can remember the time i joked about it with my friends and we had fun, and thus it wasnt a total waste of money after all. also i could spread the word of exactly what that damn game contains so nobody else would go into it blind and get fuckin lil girl vaginas thrown in their face, uuuuugh