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never forget...
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no you did not see me repost this, shh
hemlo!! thank ya'll so so much for enjoying this lil comic series!! i know it's been a year since the first part, but most importantly i finished it 💀✨️
every single tags ya'll leave on me posts and past questions i recieve about this au is super appreciated, they make me smile the widest you have no clue!! im just a lil mad at myself that i couldn't expand on this au more so yall could have had more crumbs. irl stuff happened + still getting the hang of drawing and socializing again after years of doing neither of those 😭
but still, im glad i could share this comfort comic i made for myself, and for you guys too. it's a pretty personal one despite the characters not being mine 😅 i hope that you can walk away from this story believing (entirely or not) that someone out there still thinks of you, whether they're from a late/absent loved one who still wants the best for you or a dear friend who will make room in their hearts for you. life will never not be hard, but if you keep them close to your heart, adulting will be bearable 🫂
thank you so much for reading 💕
#as for this au's future (from me) i actually also have a spongebob and jimmy version of how timmy reveals to them the forgor thing#but i honestly dunno if i can get back to them soon. i'm working on a go comic that i already started#plus burnout. i wanted to take a break 🥲 maybe someday i'll revisit the idea#but go hogwild on playing around this au yourself idc how much u wanna strangle them i am still gonna cry at that shit 😭#but seriously thank you everyone. i wish i could have done more but thank you thank you thank you. really#nicktoons unite#danny phantom#timmy turner#the fairly oddparents#fop#nickelodeon#comics#fanart#my art#artists on tumblr#fancomic#i forgor lor
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Actually I haven't been doing so well lately. Maybe these cute beast kitties will cheer someone up in my stead
#semi vent#maybe?#there's supposed to be a sequel to this but mmm dunno if i'll finish it or not#I like to keep the blog light hearted but still I'm just a human who gets sad sometimes#so much comically bad stuff have happened in the past 4-days I dunno whether to cry or laugh#luckily nothing too bad#only some incidents of ruined possessions and one incident of bodily harm#all caused by my own incompetent so I can't even complain lol#art#fanart#stuff i draw
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#*mine#my art#käärijä#erika vikman#I dunno why this looks so terrible and I only manage to like create one good looking pic a month or something#how do you all create such good art please everyone tell me your ways I'm gonna cry
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i don't mean to complain i don't like complaining but like. what is up with these polls lately. and what is up with people continuously hating so much on cats i thought we were over this already. i understand so much if your favourite musical is very special to you and you would like it to win but i think some people fail to also understand that the people that like the other musical also feel that way ??? why would you go ahead and hate on their favourite musical when they most likely feel the same way about it as you do with your favourite musical. there's nothing wrong with being passionate and wanting your favourite musical to win a poll and there's nothing wrong with saying "(musical name) sweep" and things like that but i think uh. some people go a little far with it. because i'm not exactly a fan of people calling something that is very special to me a piece of garbage
#if anything it's kind of made me wanna stay away from these other musicals cuz like. people seem kinda mean#i'm obviously not saying the cats fandom is perfect and innocent but from what i've seen PERSONALLY (!!!)#cats fans are very nice and supportive#and i haven't really seen any cats fans hate on these other musicals. the only thing i really saw was them saying “cats sweep” and things#i dunno. i try to stay away from fandom drama. not sure if this counts as fandom drama but yknowwwwww#lets all hang out and say cool things about each others favourite musicals for crying out loud!!!
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A Minute in the Morning
so I started playing pokemon legends arceus. crumples to the ground. (2762 words)
In a hazy, rusty morning light, Ingo wakes up.
It’s a slow start—like his office computer, taking a whole ten minutes to finish booting, enough to stir sugar into his morning coffee and dissect his breakfast sandwich into parts. It feels like it takes just about that much time for Ingo to become aware of where he’s lying, which is in bed. Which is not where he fell asleep to begin with, which means that someone lifted him to bed and tucked him in. Which was rather sweet. Because he’s burrowed into the covers like a happy drilbur, keeping the cold from his fingers and toes and nose. He finally blinks his eyes open, and it’s sunrise that fills his room. Not his room. Scratch that. Emmet’s room. No wonder the blankets are so much lighter than he remembers them being. Nevertheless. Happy drilbur. He weasels a little more into the pillow. From either side of him, something moves. It’s slight, if there, but as he cranes his neck, slow and careful, he can see a dark head of hair on one side, and silver-white on the other.
Ingo’s heart swells a fraction too big and too warm for his chest as he sighs out.
Elesa and Emmet haven’t woken up yet, which is a plus. If he were to move too much and move them he might lose the warmth from either side. Elesa’s shoulder rests against the crest of his back, and Emmet’s holding onto his elbow with one hand. The grip is loose at best, but the warmth, both from shoulder to spine and hand to elbow, seeps through him.
It’s blurry. Just everything. It kind of mushes together in his brain, like jam. Or maybe jelly. It doesn’t really matter. If he thinks too hard, his stomach starts to twist in knots, and he’d rather not feel sick while he’s trying to enjoy his morning. He remembers falling asleep while the television played the night prior—nighttime skits and commercials he filtered out until Emmet’s shoulder became the comfiest thing. He supposes that sometime between that point, and the point which he’s just woken up, Elesa came in, and at some other point, he was carted off to bed. It’s nice, though. The blankets make just enough weight over him to soothe ache and anxiety, and it’s warm, and he’s mostly thinking about how nice a cup of coffee sounds right now. Maybe a latte. Something warm. He shuts his eyes again.
The light is surprisingly yellower when he wakes up again. There’s still a warm weight on both sides of him, but it feels different than before. It stretches over him, too, more than just the weighted blanket that’s been added on top of him. He peeks an eye open to find Eelektross slumped over him, his large head curled near Ingo’s shoulder and his similarly large eyes shut as he snores. Ingo snorts, trying to shift to his back with the weight over him, without waking Eelektross. He does after a moment, settling once again, only for Eelektross to huff and fix one, tired eye on his face. Ingo smiles, just a little.
Wriggling a hand free, he pats Eelektross’ forehead, a path well pet and well loved.
“Good morning, you gigantic eel.”
Eelektross trills, nuzzling into Ingo’s hand.
“Mm, yes,” Ingo says. “I’m sure that definitely did not alert Emmet that I am awake, meaning I can’t fake any more sleep. Thank you Eelektross.”
The eel gives a happy sniff.
Ingo snorts.
Typical.
The door cracks open a moment later, the wide eyes of his brother peeking through. He raises his eyebrows, looking over Ingo and Eelektross still in bed. It comes with a little head tilt, something Ingo knows is indicative of an Emmet with a question.
“Sleep well?” he asks. Ingo nods.
“I think so,” he says. “I didn’t realize I’d be carried to bed when I fell asleep.”
“Ah!” Emmet says, eyebrows raising. “I made sure you stayed asleep when we carried you in. You’re a very deep sleeper when you want to be.”
It’s getting better, the gaps in his memory. It’s not enough to trust himself to start his duties as a Subway Boss again, but it's enough to have a few doctor’s appointments and to speak with police and his boss and their coworkers. He’s remembered their pokemon, which is why Eelektross didn’t startle him. And he’s remembered enough for him to fall asleep on Emmet’s shoulder with no care in the world. Enough for life to begin to settle from the chaos. Today is Tuesday, which means Emmet has the day off, and Ingo can tell, even as he reaches to wipe sleep from his eyes, that Emmet is still in his pajamas. He opens the door a little wider, leaning against the doorframe.
“Ah,” Ingo echoes. “Was it Elesa’s idea to sleep in your room rather than my own?”
“It was,” Emmet concedes, smiling. “But I am Emmet, and I make a very good pillow.”
“You are Emmet and you are a very clingy sleeper,” Ingo says, letting his eyes shut again. Emmet makes a startled noise.
“Go-Go, don’t fall asleep again,” he yaps. “Your breakfast will get cold.”
Slowly, Ingo opens one eye, looking at his brother in the doorway. Eelektross snuffs into his shoulder, wriggling off of him. He grunts as the eel’s weight shifts off, leaving him free, but cooler.
“What’s for breakfast?” he says, watching Eelektross wriggle off the bed and toward Emmet. Emmet opens the door a bit further, takes a step back, and hefts the eel into his arms, knees bending with the weight. Ingo watches Emmet giggle to himself, shifting Eelektross in his arms to better wrap around his neck and arms, weight heavy against him. Clearly.
“Pancakes,” Emmet huffs. He’s still smiling, something almost infectious.
“Alright,” Ingo sighs.
“I also cut some fruit.”
“I’m getting up,” Ingo grumbles, rolling onto his side before he peels himself up and into a sit.
“I think Elesa left her nice coffee creamer, also.”
“I’m already up, Em,” Ingo snorts, trying not to laugh. “You don’t have to convince me.”
Emmet laughs again.
“Just adding!” he says cheerily, wobbling off toward the living room. In the open doorway, Ingo can see the sprawl of their living room and kitchen, lit by yellow daylight. Ingo sighs, stretching his arms above his head, twisting around. When the room settles, he stands, and he realizes that the room is warm around him. Emmet must’ve turned the heat on, and it must actually be working. He hums as he combs his hair back, wandering into the bathroom to wash his face.
When he finally makes it to the kitchen table, Emmet is sitting at the table, scrolling on his x-transceiver. He’s changed into a cream-colored, high collared sweater, his hair held back with a small headband. Eelektross is lying across the couch, head resting on the arm. There’s a plate of pancakes sitting in front of Ingo’s seat at the table, and a half-eaten plate in front of Emmet. He looks up as Ingo sits, raising his eyebrows.
“Good morning,” Emmet says. He nudges a cup of coffee toward Ingo. It’s a light brown color—likely the way that Ingo likes it. It helps they like their plain coffee the same way. If it were any other type of coffee, Ingo’s certain there would be some big disagreement—type of milk and way of prep and iced versus hot. But Ingo takes a long sip of hot coffee and nearly sighs in relief. Whatever fancy creamer Elesa buys really does make a plain cup of coffee so much better. He sits, nudging Emmet with his foot under the table.
“What are you reading?” he asks, gesturing with his fork to Emmet’s phone. Emmet holds it up.
“Article on a new electric rail system in Galar.”
Ingo tilts his head, nodding along.
“Interesting. Any good?”
“Very efficient,” Emmet says, nodding along. He eventually pulls back, setting his phone face down on the table and returning to his pancakes. He takes a large bite, and through it, says:
“Maybe Gear Station should get some upgrades.”
Ingo snorts.
“We’re already quite efficient,” he says. “Do you think our trains could be quicker? Easier to board?”
Emmet shrugs.
“Wishful thinking. They’re already automatically driven, so there isn’t much more, but maybe longer cars to hold more passengers. Our trains are quite small.”
“Sounds expensive,” Ingo says, drinking his coffee. He pulls apart his stack of pancakes, poking at them with his fork.
“Maybe they’ve already got an upgrade in the works,” Emmet says. “It’s been a while since we’ve had an all-staff meeting. Perhaps we should inform the director.”
“Especially since I’ve returned and have about three years to catch up on, mm?”
Emmet smiles. It’s a bit tight, though. Ingo glances away, biting into his tongue. Should’ve kept that thought to himself.
“Maybe you’re right,” he says. “Though I promise you that not much has changed in the last three years.”
Ingo hums. He believes it, that nothing much has shifted. It’s hard to say, obviously, considering he wasn’t there to see it for himself, but his brother was never the type to lie without a reason, and this certainly didn’t have a good one. He takes a large bite of pancake and finds them still warm. It’s a quiet breakfast, between pancakes and coffee and Galvantula sleeping underneath the table. Emmet eventually finishes his food, shoveling large bites of pancake into his mouth as quickly as he can. Ingo watches him swallow with surprising difficulty, reaching for his cup of coffee. It takes a moment for Ingo to stomach the rest of his pancakes. Having this much food is a luxury he had not often afforded a month prior. His stomach still wasn’t used to it.
“Where is Elesa?” Ingo asks after a beat. Emmet talks through a mouthful of pancake and strawberry and maple syrup.
“Mm, she had four battle appointments today, but she’ll be back around. Probably before two.”
Emmet is the first to finish, setting all his dishes together as he stands. He moves around Ingo as Ingo finishes, collecting dishes and setting everything in the sink. As Ingo stands to pass him his plate, he asks:
“Did you have a plan today?
“Mm?” Emmet hums. “No, not particularly. Why? Is there something you wanted to do?”
Ingo frowns, face pulling.
“Well,” he starts. “I was thinking—”
“Ah,” Emmet interjects. “Your first mistake—”
“I was thinking,” Ingo continues, narrowing his eyes. “That it might be a good idea for us to visit Elesa. I need to ask her for a new coat.”
“Mm!” Emmet startles, turning toward him. His face brightens. “That’s right! You do need a new coat. Good thing she’ll be over later, mm?”
Ingo nods. He fetches his coffee mug, pouring another cup of black coffee to balance the sweetened dregs. He leans back against the counter right as Emmet goes to hand him a dish to put away. They work in tandem for a moment, pausing as Ingo works to finish his coffee.
It’s a slow morning, 8:45am, and Ingo gazes back at his bed with longing.
It’s just. When’s the last time he had such a good sleep, right? On a bed that soft? He’d gotten so used to tatami mats and the grass and canvas laid out on the ground and here was a bed, with thick fluffy blankets and several large pillows and another person taking up space. It was very—stop it, Ingo—it’s comfortable. He hands Emmet his coffee mug.
“Ingo,” Emmet says.
Ingo hums. His eyes have drifted to the couch. Maybe standing is a little hard today. He should sit, shouldn’t he?
“Is my brother still up there?” Emmet asks, tapping Ingo’s head. Ingo startles as he does, turning to him.
“I would hope so,” he says. “Otherwise I don’t know where I’d be.”
“Not here, obviously” Emmet says. He finishes rinsing Ingo’s mug, setting it top down on the drying mat. “Though I’m not entirely sure you’re all there right now, are you?”
“Trying,” Ingo hums. “Too much going on.”
Emmet hums, a bit of a laugh showing through.
“You look like you’re about to fall over.”
“I won’t,” Ingo promises.
“I don’t believe you,” Emmet says, shutting off the sink. The clean dishes sit on the rack, dripping water. Emmet wipes his hands with a dish towel. “You know, you should be resting if your engine isn’t working at full capacity. Rest is very important”
“Can’t be a well oiled machine with nowhere to go,” Ingo says, folding his arms. “I don’t understand why I don’t have the energy to move anymore.”
“Does the why matter?” Emmet asks. He’s leaning against the counter now, a mirror to Ingo, like he often was to Emmet. It was a natural progression—one following after the other, a mirror, a shadow, a doppleganger.
“It matters a little,” Ingo shrugs. “It matters to me. It gives me a reason.”
“Your reason is that you’ve gone through a lot,” Emmet says, pushing away from the counter. He scoops up his x-transceiver from the table, moving around it and through the apartment as he talks. “Your reason is that your body is playing catch-up with the world around you.”
“Maybe,” Ingo huffs.
“I am Emmet,” says his brother. “I am tired. I don’t sleep well. Do you think it’s my fault that I’m tired and don’t sleep well?”
Ingo grits his teeth. He hates this part—ever since they were little, Emmet would flip this hypocritical card, showing Ingo exactly how stupid he was sounding. It was good, for the most part, because Emmet was right and next time Emmet did the same thing, Ingo could follow suit with that card. But it was so annoying watching it now, watching Emmet throw open the blinds and shimmy open the window for the fire escape. A tinged-cool spring breeze filters in through the open window, tossing the curtains aside. Emmet keeps moving as Ingo thinks, the gears in his head turning slowly, still dulled with sleep.
“No,” Ingo says shortly, watching Emmet rearrange coasters on the coffee table, setting game controllers back into their docks. “I don’t think anything is your fault.”
“Well now you are just flattering me, Go-Go.”
“Don’t say that flattery never got anyone anywhere,” Ingo says, pointing at him, waving his finger. Emmet laughs.
“My point is,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “You’re allowed to rest. We can figure out the steps from there, right? Even if we’re sitting on the couch to do it.”
Ingo sighs, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“Even if I fall asleep?”
Emmet nods, still smiling a little.
“I will wake you if you do.”
Ingo huffs out a laugh, feeling the edges of his mouth quirk up. As Emmet sits on the soft, corduroy couch, Ingo feels himself pulled forward, as if recalled, to sit beside him. He brings his knees up as he settles into his familiar spot between the back and arm of the couch.
“Do you promise you’ll shake me awake?” Ingo says, leaning his head against the back of the couch. Emmet scrunches his nose.
“Yes,” he says, knocking his knuckles into Ingo’s knee. “I do. But I’m going to watch Alakazam! so you can think without my talking.”
Ingo nods. The television hums to life quietly in the background.
Emmet always watches Alakazam! at 9am. At least, when he can catch it. Ingo watches the last few minutes of the previous game show, something quiet and low despite the flash of colors and excited spread of energy. As the show starts, he watches Emmet’s face shift, that serious pull to his mouth and the furrow of his eyebrows that Ingo only sees when they’re battling. To see that spark again, not knowing how long it’s been gone, turns a question in Ingo’s mind.
“Emmet,” he says.
“Yes, I am Emmet,” Emmet says. “You are Ingo. What do you need?”
“I think I've got an idea of what I want to do today.”
Emmet turns his head a bit, looking at Ingo mostly out of the corner of his eye. His eyes flick back and forth between Ingo’s face and the television, waiting for his program to start.
“Mm?” Emmet asks. Ingo smiles a bit, a laugh stuck behind his teeth.
He sees the glint in Emmet’s eye before he even asks his question.
“What about a pokemon battle?”
#pokemon fanfiction#submas#subway boss emmet#subway boss ingo#text#pokemon bw fanfic#submas fic#legends arceus spoilers#sighs really pathetically. i feel like i could cry i'm really nervous to post this#i like. can't explain myself to people who have never played pkm black/white or legends arceus#hi mcyt followers. um. what the hell am i doing here#hey hows it going. ummmm. do you guys wanna know about my funny train men? no? that's fine--#YOU'RE GOING TO ANYWA YHAHHAHRHARHHARHRHHARHRHRHRHRHRH#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#okay i'm fine again#i really liked writing this one uhm.. i dunno! i like the twins a lot#and i like how silly they are#and i like elesa their best friend and goofball sidekick
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He is currently under his radio desk, banging his head against it, the migraine pain so intense he's had to throw up to try and alleviate the pain.
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Why don’t you awnser any asks often?
Same reason I don't post art as often. At some point the engagement on my stuff started to drop off, and it became a disappointing prospect to post anything, like I already know people won't engage w it the same way they did in past years so even putting stuff out there hurts a little. Even worse w asks because the longer I leave them sitting the longer I know I'm making people wait for a response, the worse I feel, and the worse I feel the harder it is to respond.
#ask#even as I write this my face is red and I feel like crying#i fucking hate it living inside my brain.#it's like a carousel of inaction#i want off this ride man#i still draw a ton but it takes me forever to post#and whenever I post I don't even look if people interact w it or not cuz I'm almost always disappointed#and the rare times I'm not it just lights a bit of hope that gets squashed the next time I post a thing and gets little notes#i think having so many posts hit over 1k back when i started posting IZ art on Tumblr broke my perspective a little#and i dunno how to fix it#or enjoy posting art for it's own sake again#ain't that fun :)#rant
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ISAT aus where the party plays the game starts with someone poking fun at Siffrin for making them watch him make stupid lame puns for however long this will take and it ends with the party crying over Siffrin making a pun again cause they're feeling good enough to mane new puns
#Isat au#I dunno I'm just giggling and kicking my feet thinking about the subverted expectations#Everyone has their own thoughts on what theyll see but only Isabeau is closest to getting it right#And that's because him and Odile were of the same thought which is ''us watching/playing as Siffrin in the last stretch of our journey#Before we have even gotten there means this is an intervention. Something goes WRONG'' but only Isabeau thinks#''Siffrin is going to be important in HOW it goes wrong.'' cause Isabeau is good at that shit <3#Siffrin is just cringing in the corner with this random ass star person no one knows who's both steaming mad and crying cause. Come on#Really? They have to watch this cringe comp too??? 😭
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Digimon Adventure 01 OC: Amina Dalmar
The plan is to draw her in every age, but for now, I wanted to show what I had so far. :')
#nimo's sheeko sheeko time#wip#my art#I have so many things to draw but Junie and Jojo are waiting for things so I'm trying to focus on the hs uniforms and the digiadventure oc#also this design is for the girls who developed early lmaooo make some noise *crying*#like I dunno I found that shit SO EMBARRASSING#also this is for digiad but istg it keeps giving me tamers vibes lmao
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not sure if they typo'd here but if not: i have no idea what they mean, and if so and meant "sneezing." hm. do i have to put the "THIS IS A FETISH DON'T @ ME IF YOU DON'T GET IT" back in all caps on all the stories? i thought it was a little obnoxious so i pulled back on it but perhaps.... my first instinct was right?
what gets me is "the only thing i could focus on was how much he was sneezing" LIKE YES, THANKS, I WROTE IT THAT WAY ON PURPOSE?????
#catte life#not exactly snz#like babe no one writes over 20k words of /this/#because they're NORMAL#what did you expect here it SAYS on the TIN#like i put that warning there because i am aware my tastes are not remotely subtle lmao#ya girl likes the FITS and i'm not here to NOT get what i want!#anyway thanks again to everyone here who has been so so supportive and nice hahah#i dunno how to respond to some of these absolute FEASTS of tag-comments#am i allowed to come and cry in ppls dms about that or is that weird and invasive
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i found a super old drawing tablet which, naturally, ended with me drawing women all day
#i'm not super proud with the 2003 april drawing but that's the first thing i drew so i was getting used to the whole thing#i LOVE this drawing tablet i am definetly going to use it for mspaint drawings#i'm surprised it works because i think the most recent thing it said it could work with is a windows 7 and like#i don't have that!#it's cool i have many fun doodles i also drew#dunno if i'll share#depends on how many doodles i make later#the first drawing was inspired by a transfem rise leo fic i read#it isn't perfectly written but HEY the coming out scene made me feel things!!!#ESPECIALLY the pronoun switch with “so she ran away” MAN!!!!!#this isn't a recreation of a scene (there isn't really any context to it?) i just wanted to draw my favourite girls together#speaking of i need to draw the aprils more#i LOVE mutant mayhem april i am not going to apologise for the woman i become when tales of the tmnt releases#tmnt leo#transfem leo#because. yes#tmnt april#april o'neil#rottmnt leo#rottmnt april o'neil#2003 april o'neil#tmnt#rottmnt#tmnt 2003#mspaint#i hope the quality isn't too destroyed for these because i will cry
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me: alright! i may not have lots of energy for writing rn but i'm finally getting into this arknights thing and i get it! i understand what my friends are referencing! finally. no references shall elude me. there's nothing else i could possibly be missing.
nothing at all.
not a thing.
#I AM CRYING HOW DO y'ALL DO IT???#ooc.#I CAN BARELY DO ONE (and a half) GACHAS... there's sO MUCH#on GOD#i genuinely know that i would enjoy HSR if i made time for it. limbus company i'm gonna have to. i dunno. watch a longplay of or smth.#lore videos my beloved. rescue me.
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did...I get blocked by the sulemio vs destiel poll people? I never harrassed anyone, what the fuck? I haven't been hateful at all or harrassed anyone? what the fuck??
#i feel like i'm gonna cry honestly#it's just been rough lately and#i dunno. the poll was kinda fun. i don't know. I got too wrapped into it but#lmao i am crying. just forget it. i don't know why this shit always happens.#ao3 ship bracket#tumblr top ship bracket
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I feel like I need to vomit but I physically can't
#js remembered my online friend is gone#like i know for sure now#she's dead#she ended her own life#my mind cannot grapple something so terrible happening#she should have talked to somebody#I knew she was struggling and I knew it was bad#and I tried my best to support her#She'd attempted before so I thought maybe the people in her life would keep an eye on her#but she hated herself so much that she ended her life#I couldn't even cry#I just felt sick#physically#like I wanted to vomit#the kind of feeling you get before you go on a rollercoaster#sick#dizzy#a rock in your stomach growing#I dunno#I'm okay tho#it was only momentary.#yuck#I miss her#sm#I miss my May#:(#oh! Long ass tag list mb gang#vent moment#vent#I don't even remember the last time I vomited
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How do you kick a family member out of your house, knowing that if you do, they have nowhere else to go?
#words with karu#family drama#homelessness#i dunno what tags this might need sorry#I'm aware I'm being taken advantage of but i dunno what else to do#I'm tired of crying over this shit i just wanna make my little dolls and not have to worry about being an adult
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Thinking about how in that one stick of truth trailer we could've gotten Giant Clyde in the game...not that I'm disappointed at all with what we got because Clyde leading a dark army with the stick was fucking awesome but sometimes I like to think about what that would've been like
#i guess technically both could still happen just what interests me is how it could've worked or effected the story or something#idk Giant Clydes a cool idea I'm kinda sad not many people talk about it#how tf would it have happened? government tech? taco bell sauce? the reverse of whatever the gnomes gave the new kid to shrink?#a boss fight with giant Clyde would've been cool too#halfway through he starts crying or something and it almost creates a flood#i dunno sorry for rambling in tags about this#the stick of truth#tsot#stick of truth#Clyde Donovan#dark lord clyde#sp clyde#south park#giant Clyde#does that tag even exist?#south park g/t#i guess I should tag that too
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