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starspangledbatter · 19 hours ago
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⭐️ “Dead Wife Rag”???: The Amazing Digital Circus Theory ⭐️
⭐️ About a day or two ago, Gooseworx released the entire soundtrack of episodes 3 and 4. Excited, I went and prepared to explore each and every one of the tracks individually. That is, until something strange caught my eye. This thing specifically, was a name for one of the latest tracks titled “Dead Wife Rag”. ⭐️
Now, this name could simply just mean rag. Rag as in a syncopated rhythm. But what if “Dead Wife Rag” is actually a double entendre? Let me explain…
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🌟 You see, Gooseworx seems to title her tracks based off of the scene her tunes takes place in. “Character Quirks” plays during the living room scene where the characters show off what happens when they don’t breathe. “Still Friends” plays during the moment where Zooble comforts Gangle and admits that they are still Gangle’s friend, regardless of what happened at Spudsy’s. ⭐️
Now, knowing this information, the time and place where Gooseworx’s tracks take place seem to hold prominence in the track’s title names. So, knowing this, where exactly does “Dead Wife Rag” play within the series?
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⭐️ Here. This is the scene where this track plays. The scene where a dead wife, Martha Mildenhall, explains to Ragatha that her husband accidentally kills her with his gun, while telling her about men and their “silliest priorities”. This scene follows with Ragatha turning to Jax, agreeing with Martha that she knows the feeling of dealing with a man who puts his own feelings over anyone else’s. ⭐️
Now, why does this matter? Well, what if I were to tell you that “Dead Wife Rag” actually means “Dead Wife Ragatha”, and that’s what makes the name a double entendre. This isn’t just my Bunnydoll bias speaking here. I actually mean it. Consider this.
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⭐️ Jax’s episode is described as “guns!”. A gun is the thing that Baron uses to kill Martha, resulting in her demise ⭐️
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⭐️ Gooseworx has said in the past that she “apologizes to the Bunnydoll shippers”, meaning that there’s something that could happen in the future that may strain their relationship, which could possibly involve abstraction. ⭐️
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⭐️ When asked how Jax would react towards Ragatha abstracting or going missing, Michael Kovach responds with a tragic but surprising response (go to the 1:25:45 mark). He states that if Jax realized that Ragatha abstracted, he would be devastated. This is because Ragatha was someone he knew the entire time during his time at the circus. He would then continue to repress these feelings and pretend that everything is fine (like he did with Kaufmo, the stressful aftermath at Spudsy’s etc). ⭐️
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⭐️ Jax’s episode (the gun episode) will explore each and every character, showing the audience how their personalities have changed amongst being at the circus. Maybe Ragatha and Jax used to be closer in the past? Maybe they weren’t always at each other’s throats? ⭐️
⭐️ So, where does this all lead to? What does all of this mean? Well, what if Jax does something in the future that hurts Ragatha emotionally. Something irredeemable, something unforgiving. What if Jax causes Ragatha to accidentally abstract, leaving the circus to cope with the death of one of their longest-surviving members? ⭐️
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⭐️ Like Kinger said “In this world, the worst thing you can do is... make someone think they're not wanted or loved”. The worst thing you can do to Ragatha is make her feel hated or unloved. She doesn’t want Jax to hate her, despite how she feels about him and his actions. Jax always seems to push away others and constantly uses them for his entertainment. The only time he actually thinks about anyone but himself is during times that lack distraction. Maybe he says something that convinces Ragatha that he hates her. She believes in the one thing she can’t live with acknowledging. ⭐️
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The guns aren’t actually guns. The guns are a symbol for a device or an event that leads to the accidental demise of a loved one. Kinger isn’t the only parallel to Baron. Jax is Baron. Ragatha is Martha. She’s “Dead Wife Rag” and he’ll have to live with what he has done. For the rest of his life.
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are-we-really-doing-this · 1 year ago
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This song was meant for me I tell you, MEANT for me 😤.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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Thank you. I'm sorry.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jin guangyao#lan wangij#jin ling#LWJ shifting into fight mode was so damn cool. He is always ready to start throwing hands.#It's in a way that befits someone with a bit more bloodlust that his calm demeanor lets on - but nearly always in defense of someone.#What a great synergy with his personal philosophies! see that he is a Genuinely Noble Guy time and time again!#Is is also way more hilarious and unhinged than most people give him credit for? Also yes.#Nothing and no one ever said he did not or would not rip off JGY's hat mid-fight. I think LWJ needs to snatch more wigs LITERALLY.#Yes I'm delaying the part where I have to address the emotional turmoil of Jin Ling stabbing wwx. It gutted me terribly.#What is worse that realizing that someone you respected has done horrible things#than discovering someone who did horrible things being a kind and trustworthy person?#What is more horrifying that realizing other people are extremely complex and cannot be categorized into black and white?#When people hurt us or our loved ones we very much want to make them out to be irredeemable monsters. But they are not.#It is not actually such a terrible fate to just be a person. To be forgiven and forgive is possible. To change is possible.#This lesson is hard. It is something you have to actively challenge yourself to do. Black and white is the innate path to go down.#And its *why* I love Jin Ling so much. He is the character who fights the longest and hardest to challenge social and personal beliefs#He gets a pass for stabbing wwx for being so deliciously conflicted and tormented by it.#And with wrists THAT limp I can't imagine the wound was particularly deep
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puppyeared · 6 months ago
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i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you
#im reading that post that says artists are directors of audience reaction and not its dictator:#'you cannot guarantee that everyone viewing your work will react as you are trying t make them react. a good artist knows that this is what#allows work to breath. by definition you cannot have art where the viewer brings nothing to the table ... this is why you have to let go of#the urge to plainly state in text exactly how you think the work should be interpreted ... its better to be misinterpreted sometimes than#to talk down to your audience. you wont even gain any control that way; people will still develop their opinions no matter what you do#im thinking abt this again cuz i was thinking maybe the thing that lets adventure time work so well the way it does is cuz it doesnt#take itself too seriously that it gives the audience enough room to fuck with subtext and then fuck with them back yknow. i think it was#mentioned somewhere that they werent even planning to run with the postapocalyptic elements that are hinted in the show but changed their#mind after the one off with the frozen businessmen and dominoed into marcy and simons backstory. on the other side there are stories that#explain too much to let the story speak for itself and i think it ends up having to do more with the crew trying to lead ppl in a certain#direction than expand on what they have and i see a lot of this with miraculous. like when interviews and tweets are used as word of god in#arguments and it becomes a little stifling to play around with it knowing the creator can just interject. u can say its the crews effort to#engage with its audience but it feels more like micromanaging. and none of this is to say there ISNT room for stories that spell things out#theyre just suited for different things. if sesame street tried abstract approaches to themes and nuance itd be counterproductive#a lot of things fly over my head so i need help picking things apart to get it- but it doesnt have to be from the story itself. ive picked#picked up or built on my own interpretations listening to other ppl share their thoughts which creates conversation around the same thing#sometimes stories will spell things out for you without being so obvious abt it that it feels like its woven into the text. my fav example#for this might be ATLA using younger characters as its main cast but instead of feeling like its dumbed down for kids to understand why war#is bad its framed from a childs point of view so younger audiences can pick up on it by relating to the characters. maybe an 8 year old#wont get how geopolitics works but at least they get 'hey the world is a little more complicated than everyone vs. fire nation'. same for#steven universe bc its like theyre trying to describe and put feelings into words that kids might not have so they have smth to start with#especially with the metaphors around relationships bc even if it looks unfamiliar as a kid now maybe the hope is for it to be smth you can#look back to. thats why it feels like these shows grew up with me.. instead of saving difficult topics for 'when im ready for it'#as if its preparing me for high school it gave me smth to turn in my hands and revisit again and again as i grow. stories that never#treated u as dumb all along. just someone who could learn and come back to it as many times as u need to. i loved SU for the longest time#but i felt guilty for enjoying it hearing the way ppl bash it. bc i was a kid and thought other ppl understood it better than me and made#feel bad for leaning into the message of paying forward kindness and not questioning why steven didnt punish the diamonds or hold them#accountable. but im rewatching it now and going oh. i still love this show and what it was trying to teach me#yapping#diary
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epickiya722 · 4 months ago
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You know what, call it a "hot take" or whatever but when it comes to character designs in My Hero Academia, my favorite ones are the female character designs.
If you asked me which designs I like the most the list with mostly consist of the female characters.
That isn't to say I hate the male ones because I do have favorites and some female designs don't catch my eyes as much.
But just like in general of hairstyles, eye colors, skin tones, the vibes... whatever I find myself more attentive to the female character designs than I am for the male ones.
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fauna-and-floraa · 1 year ago
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getting into a kpop idol group is like :) here's a whole playlist with a back catalogue of all almost their videos, music, tv appearances, radio spots, everything- oh and most of it's translated! getting into a jpop group is like Contact you're nearest black magic witch and set up a meeting, pray every day intensely, sacrificing 3 living creatures and maybe you'll find a blogspot that was last updated in 2012 that has a bunch of stuff uploaded by a fan translator, or else get good at navigating japanese websites and finding a company that will ship cds and dvds to you. What is youtube or a streaming site?
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aroaceofthesea · 4 months ago
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Ship of theseus ass friendship
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legendary-guest · 7 months ago
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Based on Dwelling by @gogofordrakgo and inspired by conversation with her. If you have read up until Chapter 17, that is all the context you will need to understand this one-shot. There are two endings in this. The second ending is a continuation of the first, and will be under a Keep Reading break. Constructive criticism is appreciated. REM Streetlights dotting along the sidewalk cut through the night-cloaked path to Drew's apartment, the not inexpensive prize of strawberries rolling around in their flimsy plastic carton. The time to justify such an absurd trip had evidently come and gone, as had the initial reason for buying them in the first place. He hopes he can remember it before they all go bad.
Shoe hitting the elevated edge of a concrete slab sees the strawberries fly out of his grip, hands now tasked with saving his face from scraping the pavement. Losing his glasses is par for the course.
Although the fall is not bad, his palms ache fiercely. Drew attributes it to the abrupt stop; but if that were the case, the pain should be in his wrists. Blurred vision is the single reminder of where he should be putting his focus.
Ache turns to sting as he glides his hand over the ground, not knowing why he isn't patting around for them to avoid agitating the likely injury. He's glad that he has no audience to watch the pathetic display. Tears threaten to form at the mere thought of stifled laughs and condescending sneers.
He finds them lens-side down, as expected. He can only pray (since when did he do that?) that there isn't a scratch, or worse, a chip, in the glass. World now in focus, the atmosphere changes. He isn't alone. Leaping to his feet, the distinctive glint of a knife grazes his peripheral vision. He stumbles backward, but only about a foot. Not far enough, but he can move no further.
Shadowed, the assailant is at least a head taller than him, and definitely twice as wide in a way that makes Drew wonder why he even needs a knife in the first place. His mind races, trying to figure a way out, whilst he finds, and maintains, eye contact. All is still, and the danger seeps in. Materialising between would-be victim and perpetrator, a girl dressed in a striking suit, skin faintly glowing in the inky black of the night. Intrigued, entranced, frightened, Drew can only watch as she extends a hand outward, alighting it, with what, and how, he doesn't know. Whatever it is, what happens next is a violent whirlwind of attack, a dazzling display of gymnastic grace and green fire. He is no match for her.
Battered and burned, the attacker falls to his hands and knees, whimpering incoherently for her mercy. This does not move her, and the sputtering pleas come to a halt.
A long silence ensues.
Drew waits with bated breath.
"You better get going, Sport. Before I change my mind."
The hulking mass recoils and makes his exit.
They are alone. He hasn't moved a single muscle, but he's panting as if he himself had fought. Turning her head in profile, she smirks, clearly satisfied at another job well-done. She starts forward, crouching down to surely spring off the very ground and fly into the starry sky.
"Wait!"
His hand passes through into the night, outside the perimeter of the streetlight beaming down on him. It's so intense he starts to sweat. She stops, straightens herself out, dark hair swaying, he can determine this much.
"Wh-who are you?" He asks, but a part of his brain that isn't submerged in unconsciousness alerts him to a vague familiarity.
In one smooth motion she turns around to face him, arms akimbo. Her hair seems to be the only thing animated about her, taking its time to still in comparison to the rest of her perfectly controlled movements.
The darkness reluctantly relinquishes her to the light as she takes a single step towards him. His breath catches.
Not a girl, a woman.
Her suit covers every inch of her, save for her face and a sliver of pale neck. Yet, it doesn't shy away from showing her off, letting him know who, what, she really is.
"Thank you. For saving me." He has no idea how he has managed to say this, somehow looking her in the eye and ogling her. Some mental trick.
Maybe it's this heat. Yes. That must be it.
She smiles at him. Amused.
A jolt of fear and shame rush through him. Had she caught him staring?
"Shego." She breathes her answer.
"Sh-Shego." Her name breaks on his nervous tongue. Her chest rises, an intake of breath, the very first he has seen and heard from her, he realises.
"I..." Then he catches it, some flicker of expectation in her eyes. It floods him with confidence. "I think it's...customary," a deliberate pause, not a fumble, "for a heroine to be rewarded." He moves closer to her, and she tilts her head slightly upward to look at him.
Coy smile on perfect lips ease into knowing, but her response to him retains an edge.
"Heroines don't accept money."
"No," He agrees, his hand cupping her soft cheek, "I didn't think so." He can't help but rub his calloused thumb over her skin, imparting affection, assuring her he means no harm.
Nothing more needs to be said, as desire finally takes a hold of him. He doesn't resist, but neither does she, meeting him in the middle.
His tongue slides over hers. She tastes of alcohol. Caramel-apple.
Unable to turn off his thinking brain even amidst a passionate kiss, he wonders if this is what fuels her fire.
She pulls away, still so close as to steal a breath from him when she gasps. He almost makes the mistake of leaning in once more, seeking to capture her again, when she slackens in his arms.
How long had he been holding her for?
The last of her strength leaves her, and he is now supporting her full weight as she leans to the side, head hanging.
"Shego, what's wrong?" Careful not to drop her, he shifts forward.
Sweat is practically pouring down his neck and forehead by the time she meets his gaze again, expression pained and vulnerable. He even catches the tell-tale glitter of emerging tears in her eyes before she indicates with the turn, and then fall, of her head to her opposite side. Drew follows.
A clean, but ugly, diagonal cut to her right side from the top of her hip, stopping just short of the underside of her breast. That wasn't there before, was it? No way, he would have noticed it, it's huge.
The wound does not bleed. He doesn't question why or why not. She's injured and needs help, all the same.
"Shego, come on," He manoeuvres himself over to her left side, placing her arm over his shoulder, "My apartment isn't too far from here, I-I can help." Nervousness dares to break through, but when she rests her head against his shoulder, he steels himself.
The trek could have taken minutes or hours. He could have hauled her up a single flight of stairs or fifty. The time that passes, or refuses to pass, an age or a moment, it doesn't deter him. On occasions where Shego leans heavily on him, shakes her head at the futility of it all, he encourages her to stay awake, to hold on, to pull-through.
Finally, the two make it to his door. It gives him no trouble, and mercifully opens on its own. He sets her on the couch and he can feel, can see, her body relax. Shego leans her head back.
His eye spots a bead of sweat rolling down her jaw, trickling along her neck until it disappears between the gap of her throat and collar, beneath the suit. Drew swallows. The unrelenting heat returns, even under the weak incandescent lightbulb of the meagre living room.
Instinctively, he knows the first aid kit is under the coffee table, although this is not its usual place. He is thankful for being able to turn his back to Shego to retrieve it.
From the carpeted floor to sitting across from her on the couch, he finds his hands holding an open bottle of isopropyl alcohol and gauze, the kit not between them like it should be, but beside him. The fumes make him light-headed, though there is no pungent smell to accompany it.
No. It tastes like caramel-apple.
"Drew." His head snaps to her. Did he ever tell her his name?
"I want you to take it off." Clear, and if he didn't know any better, confident. She might even have some knowing look in her eye. Half an amused smile.
The heat.
"Wh-what?" His hands tremble.
"You...have to take it off," Her voice is weak again, pained, breathy, "If you...want to help me."
Drew nods. He can't even swallow, his throat is so dry and his tongue thick, heavy. Whatever he'd been holding had slipped through clammy palms and disappeared into wherever it is that forgotten things slip and disappear into. They couldn't have been that important, anyway.
Thumb and forefinger find the zipper of Shego's suit easily. He didn't even need to actually see it to know where it was. The metal is so cool on the edge of his last knuckle, even feeling it through the thick callous of his thumb. The teeth along the tape grin at their unveiling, exposing full, green-tinted flesh.
'Oh my God. She's perfect, every inch of her.'
Simmering desire, lust, turns into a rolling boil as he travels down, until it hits the top of her belt. Her belt.
"Drew, what are you doing?"
Panic burrows under his skin, racing across every nerve. Shego - Shea? Shea is Shego. But how can she be? They don't even sound, don't even look - he dares to steal a stupid, moronic, lascivious glance at her. Full, beautiful curves, now skin and bone.
The look of terror and disgust on her face is justified.
Even still, he starts blathering on like the coward he is, desperate to save himself from a fate he knows he deserves. Old habits die hard.
Shea screams expletives at him, shielding her small, deceptively fragile-looking body, holding the suit closed with one hand whilst the other is engulfed in a blaze of green and black-flecked flame.
His blathering is reduced to babbling, mouth forming word-shaped sounds when she aims for him. Unable to turn from her, he backs out of his own door.
Shea is a good shot.
He can't even feel the heat of the flame - plasma? The only thing he's aware of is the fact that he's falling, falling over the threshold of the staircase.
Drew wakes up.
Relief, selfish relief at the inherent deception of the dream is short-lived, as the slight shift of his hips reveals an unwelcome (filthy, sticky) truth about the trappings of his own mind. There's no winning.
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aria0fgold · 9 months ago
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I got waaaay too attached to my farmer in Stardew Valley that I can't play a new save without them and I also didn't want to just create the same character (It'll confuse me...) but I really wanna try out the meadowlands farm. So instead, I decided to create a storyline in which my dear farmer dies, reincarnates, and proceeds to dye and style their hair in the same way it was in the past life.
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anothermonikan · 10 months ago
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Me: Literally just trying to draw anything, anything at all
The irreversible impact these two fuckers had on my art:
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kulemii · 11 months ago
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and so anyway, we're in love now. anyone interested in a wedding invite?
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justinefrischmanngf · 2 years ago
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i need to stop giving people my instagram i think like it’s not conducive to appearing in people’s lives and then disappearing i think i should start a number/email/letterboxd only policy because i am in such a good place to meet people and then just disappear and that’s all i need from life rn and instagram is hindering me massively in that i’m literally going to start doing this
#the best interactions with people i ahve had since moving have been people who i have spoken to completely openly to and then we have never#spoken again#this is not true i get to see vicky and that’s lovely and i also have made another friend so that’s been good#but generally like idk i just dont want to be tethered to anything i dont really want#i am always going to be tethered to my family and for so long i was tethered to ballet#i just dont want it anymore i want all my moving to be my choice not my parents#the longest i have ever lived in one house is 4.5 years#how could i possibly be expected to stay in one place after all that#i just feel this incredible barrier between me and anyone except like 2 people#i cant connect to anyone and insteadof being upset about it i just feel crazy#i’m not sad or put out over it it is just how it is for me sometimes#and i do need to reply to the people i care about but at the same time it’s like what’s the point#what’s the poitn when i just feel so disconnected fundamentally from nearly everyone i have ever known#and the thing is i do want to flit in and out of peoples lives it’s not even like i want to change this#i had a beautiful conversation with this man the first week i was in uni and he was incredible to speak to and i hope i offered him some of#that too and neither of us made any move to exchange any contact details or even our names#and THATS what i want that’s what i want from my life rn#which is maybe bad for me but i think it’s all i have in me rn#which is not true really i’m not going to stop talking to my friends and im not going to not make friends probably#but it’s such a gorgeous idea and i AM good at it i am good at talking to people once and then never again#i can do that
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darabeatha · 1 year ago
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@ardenssolis ​​ replied ; Camazotz. 10/10. WORSE TO SLEEP NEXT TO IS PROBABLY JASON. I BET HE MOVES WHEN HE SLEEPS.
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UR RIGHT!! Camazotz 10/10, he is grouchy and mean outside but in private he is much calmer (still grouchy and--- still prob a lil mean) and would 10/10 wrap u around his long arms and keep u tucked in between them like cocoon, not to mention that his badoonkers are huge which makes for very comfortable pillows ☝️👏👌🤝 the only thing is that sometimes he snores so u would have to lightly pinch his nose and he'll get back to sleeping like regular. BUT VERY NICE, VERY COMFY! He is pretty touchy so he would absolutely end up hugging u or scooting closer to u
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JASON ABSOLUTELY MOVES WHEN HE SLEEPS HEELEPLLPLPLPLL I HATE HOW I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE THAAAAT this man not only takes half the space in bed but also keeps moving around changing sleeping positions. One moment u might be sleeping next to him and the other he has his right leg up ur torso and his arms sprawled out across the (large) empty space In bed. Plus he sleeps quite profoundly so you'd have to really come to shake him to wake him up to move!
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voidscreamns · 2 years ago
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puppyeared · 1 year ago
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#whenever my meds kick in it feels like im gonna piss myself. not literally but its really really feels like it#and now whenever that happens my mind goes back to pancho (grandmas dog) at a xmas party years ago#bc he peed when we arrived bc he was so excited to see ppl and my cousin had to clean it up :o)#well for better or for worse i know that feeling now when im pumped on 20mg of adderall#im still getting used to this whole diagnosis thing cause ive gone untreated and undiagnosed for the longest time. so theres probably a lot#i still dont know and have to learn to get myself to be.. functional on my own? self managing????#i even set up reminders on my phone for work periods meals and stuff. but the problem is actually getting myself to stick to that to a T#because the minute i slack off or something gets in the way it throws it all off until i can be bothered to get back on track. it sucks#at least ive built up other habits like writing notes and setting alarms ahead of time.. but i feel like i could do better#its always hard to change something if youve been doing it wrong for the longest time. especially behaviour and thinking patterns. sigh#in other news my glasses bailed on me so i have to get a new pair sometime. i just realized i never draw my sona with glasses but thats#mostly bc i forget. id love to get some browline glasses like my old pair but im picky and its hard to find one id like for the next 5 year#i also finally managed to collect all the fish in my animal crossing file!!! pulled out a char last week and boom now i have a poster :o)#THAT was a moment where i almost peed myself for real. id love to get all the bugs but i cant stay up late on the switch :o(#yapping#my art#myart#doodles#personal#diary
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kuromi-hoemie · 1 year ago
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005554 was a banger. it wasn't even for me, Levi if you're out there please help. they have your passwords and I got calls for a year from so many different places trying to chase down your debts.
going through my texts and reminiscing about my favorite security codes i was sent this year
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