#i aint gonna stop myself

[malk-with-tea]

shaw >:)

[a-hazbin-reader]

[todayisafridaynight]

it's important to keep in mind that RGGS is making games for 1) to make money and 2) the ENTIRE fanbase which is way more broad than just the fandom. Majima is and historically has been the most popular character. the gaiden-style game only just proved itself to have potential. of course RGGS is gonna have Majima headline the second gaiden game. Plus the story jumps off IW so people who boarded the franchise with that entry can pick this up without having to worry too much about previous installments. RGGS wants the game to be successful so these choices shouldn't be surprising (one would think...)

^^^

[phantomqueen]

i think one thing thats small and kinda dumb but helped my self esteem a lot is accepting i still look fine & pretty good even if i dress relatively like a normie compared to my fellow gay artsy alt babe friends

[savage-rhi]

I've had enough character development for this year. Can we skip to the beach filler episode?

[luvuomi]

it’s time to take matters into my own hands. making myself a cruel prince! zuha bot to chat with

[wolvertooth]

[maudlxne]

It was busy - busier than she would like it to be. Now that the Galran occupation of Earth was over thousands of refugees were flocking towards the recovering planet for safety. To be protected by Voltron and its Paladins. To feel some semblance of hope again. It was evident by how the Garrison officers were scrambling to get everything situated that they weren't prepared for the masses that arrived in troves.

Despite it being overwhelming for her - for the small child cradled to her chest was staring around in wonder. While Acxa had always done her best to try at let her son have exposure to the outside universe it was difficult to do so when it was in shambles. Perhaps now there would be a chance for him to play with a child his own age. To know more than the confounds of a spaceship to run around in. Especially with how fast he was growing up. Being close to three years old now. . . he was also the reason she didn't jump on the chance to join Voltron in their ventures to Earth. The only problem was she wasn't entirely sure how they were going to react to his presence.

Especially since the little boy was a spitting image of a certain somebody. Perhaps that's what she feared more than anything else. It wasn't being rejected herself - it was her son being looked down upon with anger or fear. That this tiny barely begun life could be shunned before he even got the chance to discover who he was.

Plum pursed together tightly into a thin line momentarily glad that Arvik was too distracted people watching to notice the way her features fell. Instead, she continued forward following the instruction given to where the Paladins were. Or rather, ex-paladin - seeing how Shiro was the first person she encountered when she rounded the corner.

❝ It's been a while. . . ❞

Words having briefly failed her momentarily.

❝ It's Shiro, correct? ❞

@sasouken liked for a mama Acxa starter

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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

[sparkelingspectres]

Very mild vent

[bittwitchy]

what if my body just???? stopped being in fookin pain???? did it ever think of that?????

[ligbi]

Sailor moon artbook and rebellion part 2 this year for reals?

Happy 2013 magical girl fans

[todayisafridaynight]

Every guy in Yakuza seems like they have enough social awkwardness for Tien to role his eyes at…

there's no feasible chance on earth any man can be more awkward than mountain man tien I'm Going To Hide From My Friends Every Other Year And Then For A Decade After Telling Them I'd Never See Them Again For No Apparent Reason And Only Coming Back Cause the World Was Literally Ending shinhan

[the-kipsabian]

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[keronstar]

Oh yeah... I don't think I ever mentioned my AU where it's basically Mob Psycho 100 but with Sgt Frog characters...

OH WELL MAYBE ANOTHER DAY