#im really fuckin tired
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October is a minefield of triggers for me, so I generally float through it, derealized and violently numb, with random lightning strikes of paralyzing anxiety, and that's just... normal. For me. I don't expect anything less.
I didn't hear from any of my family on my anniversary. It was a big one - Nathan and I have been married for a decade now. I was strong-armed into a wedding, I didn't want one, I wasn't comfortable performing socially like that at 19 for people I barely spoke to, that barely knew me, but my mother steamrolled past me like she always does, and I hate memories of my wedding.
I hope to have a re-do sometime, if/when there's ever expendable income again.
Anyway, I wasn't even taking it that hard. My sister sent a gift a few days beforehand, my MIL called the day of, and that was the extent of what I heard from relatives/loved ones.
Then my Aunt texts me a few days after the anniversary w lots of photos of my cousin proposing to his gf and the blow out engagement party they're throwing right now - pictures of the dessert table with homemade, personalized goodies, and balloons, and all sorts of feel-good, celebratory stuff.
It's a group chat, so it's actually my sister that mentions to my Aunt that my 10 wedding anniversary just passed - I could feel my sister's frustration. I was belatedly congratulated, and then the acknowledgment of my impending birthday was brought up, and I explained I'll be turning 30 - this also came as a shock, and that Nathan and I just bought our first home 2 months ago also comes as a shock.
Whatever. My Aunt couldn't have known that any of that would be hurtful, and it's not her fault that my parents are just absent and deeply ambivalent about me.
The next day, I wake up to texts from both my parents (neither of which speak to me at all, really, so it's always jarring to see a notification from one or the other, nevermind both at the same time), and my mother is telling me to call her, and my father is demanding to know about my moving, demanding my new address.
With my father, I could tell he was embarrassed, and so probably angry. I brought up the fact that he'd spoken to me two or three times in the months before I moved, wherein I told him about the home buying process, and around what time we'd be moving -- we were in contact because he needed me to sign stuff for his last will and testament.
He knew I was moving, he knew I was buying my first home, he just didn't care enough to remember, and then is angry with me that his sister is like 'why didn't you mention Melanie bought a house??' and got caught not giving a shit. I sent him my new address, and he deigned to finally passive aggressively reply to me with a 'thanks for the update' the following day.
As for my mother, she was calling to ask how old I was turning. She flew right past my missed anniversary - again, which was HER making - and I wouldn't be mad, I really wouldn't, if it had been MY wedding. It wasn't, though - it was HER fun party, and it's pretty fucking insulting to have even her forget about it. She has a lukewarm reaction of surprise to my being married a decade, gives a half-assed 'congrats' and then asks about my birthday.
As is typical for her, she has nothing kind to say about me, nothing about being proud or interested in my plans or anything, just wants to know if she can send money for a dinner and spent 10 minutes complaining about how this makes her so old.
When she asked how she was supposed to remember my wedding anniversary, I brought up that she was the one that planned it and set the date ? That didn't evoke anything, and when I told her the date, thinking she'd put it in her calendar or something, she was like, 'oh, that's the same day as [my renter's] birthday! It'll be easy to remember now!'
And I almost just... hung up. Astonishing to me, truly, that that's where I'm at on her scale of significance.
To be honest, I don't want attention from my parents on my birthday. In fact, I really wish they'd be consistent for fucking ONCE in my life and just fuck off for all of October the way they do for every other month of my life.
They don't talk to me, they don't provide anything, they're critical, judgmental, and mean, and I limit my contact with them so that I don't drive myself to further illness.
I just wish they'd stay away. I prefer the silence. They don't care and I know they don't, and I don't have to see and hear about how much they don't care, until it's October, arguably the hardest time of year for me, and then they have to find ways to jumpscare me and complain about how my existence is somehow inconvenient for them.
Like, I know. You've let me know my entire life how inconvenient I am for you. That's why we don't talk. Can you fuck off again now? Why are you here??
It feels like being bombarded with extended family information and then immediate family interactions shoved me from 'gently dissociative,' to 'violently derealized,' and I've never been able to pull myself out of derealization.
So nothing is real, and nothing matters, and neither do I, and I'm turning 30 on Monday, but that's not real, and talking is so much effort -- making words is so much effort, and they don't matter, the noise isn't even real, I'm just shoving air into difficult shapes when I could be sitting in silence and decomposing much more peacefully.
There isn't a point to this, really. I don't feel anything. I mean, I feel things, but like, several degrees away from myself.
I really want to be happy, and to feel happy, not just to objectively understand I'm experiencing happiness, but to feel it. And that's... I dunno. A mountain on the horizon that gets smaller in the distance the more I hike towards it.
It's really difficult to see my Aunt being a Mom for her kids, being present and happy for them, doing stuff that makes them happy, being involved -- it's hard to watch anyone else experience maternal and/or paternal warmth and pride that I'm constantly denied.
It's really hard to have both my living parents effectively orphan me because I am at once too much and too little.
I lie awake at night going 'what's so wrong with me? What'd I do wrong?' -- I'm turning 30, and I'm still up at night, going 'why doesn't my dad like me? Why does my mom make me feel badly about myself on purpose? How can I change to make them proud? To make them love me?'
And the answer is that I can't do anything, they won't change, nothing I ever do is going to be good enough, they're both self-obsessed, emotionally immature people with varying degrees of personality disorders they refuse to acknowledge, much less work on, and academically understanding that does not, in fact, silence the lonely, crying child inside me.
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Happy pride month.
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#disco elysium#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#harrykim#kimharry#i just relized that I forgot to color the fuckin tie#im tired so lets just pretend its another tie he has that's just green#mesh tank top my beloved#i used to have some really good body hair brushes back when I used clip studio all the time#i miss those brushes and I don't have the patience to draw individual strands of body hair#so if someone reading this has a good body hair brush that works on procreate... pls send me a link#i love drawing body hair but i am very impatient#also send me dumb meme references and I will probably draw them
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ill probably delete this in a minute but ive just been fuckin boggled by what ive seen across tumblr in the last few days in particular. its why i havent really been around. like holy fucking shit, its really like some of yall just dont want a chunk of the trans community to exist. like some of yall are thisclose to saying it verbatum. way too many already have. 'shut up sit down be quiet and smile for us' type shit, gee where have i heard that before. oh yeah my entire life cause i was forcefully gendered as someones daughter. shock horror i know. you might be surprised to remember and/or learn that very few trans folks know theyre trans before we're 5, or even 10, and that that gendered experience stays with all of us in both/either small or large ways. either bc we literally dont have a solid identity yet (bc we're very small children), dont have the words, we're repressing it out of fear from how others will treat us, we're actually enjoying or enjoyed being another gender in our childhood, or we just genuinely didnt fuckin know until shit lined up later in life. weird isnt it that transmascs dont pop out as 6'1 brick shithouse cis men when we're born so yall know for certain that we're confused lost girls/women oops i mean big dangerous scary men. its almost like we're transgender too. none of yall actually know what intersectionality is or means
#my t#transandrophobia#yeah ill tag it why tf not#i just dont understand why transmasculinity is scrutinized and dissected like this within the trans community#when its just not the case for other gendered trans folks amongst themselves more often than not these days#which is a good thing! a really really good thing! but why are we scapegoating transmascs#''we need more weird trans people!!'' yall cant even handle like. a pre-everything trans guy coming out for the first time#yall cant handle a pre-everything tguy wearing a tshirt without tearing him to shreds & calling him shit like afag/theyfab & ukelele boy#im tired of my identity being treated as a debate. i had enough of that in highschool as#very literally. **the only trans kid in my grade** surrounded by cis teachers & peers USING ME AND MY BODY AS A TALKING POINT#i was the only one who wasnt deeply closeted that is. and holy fuck do i still not blame anyone for being closeted in that school#why is it only okay to try to separate trans ppl from our gender when we're not fem/me#why is one celebrated and the other treated like radioactive waste **within our own community**#god i need to find an irl community fuckin badly online trans circles are hell on earth#ill be describing smth that happened to me as a clocky tguy and someone else will say TO MY FACE#that what happened to me wasnt bc i was a clocky guy but purely bc i was trans#like i. what. how. how does that make any kind of fucking sense#i wouldnt be clocky if i wasnt trying to look like my gender. like i. hello?#would u say that to any other trans person or am i just that special?
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TikTok at its finest 🍷
#rock n roll#motley crue#mötley crüe#guns n roses#I really don’t feel like tagging Im fuckin tired#summer is makin me crazy
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any other spoonies or people with fibro/chronic fatigue/myalgic encephalomyletis/adhd/etc start just *trying* to think of the steps to a complex mental task have an immediate brain shutdown and get sleepy/fatigued/feel drugg/ed and physically exhausted immediately after doing so bc i feel like im going crazy and googling/duckduckgo-ing yeilded only like, mayo clinic articles defining chronic fatigue so. lol
#pls fuckin help me#chronic fatigue#me/cfs#MECFS#spoonie#autoimmune disorder#text#tbd ........#myalgic encephalomyelitis#this is the whole reason why most of the time i literally CAN'T draw when im not physically tired its bizarre#and has gotten worse so gradually over time that i didn't notice it really didn't used to happen until recently#it happens with almost anything intricate but especially with anything creative#like taking trazodone or a heavy dose of xanax but nothing actually happened#it gradually fades over the next hour unless i keep trying to do something that takes a lot of brainpower#which is unfortunately most things
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Thinks about my next series again... I drew the icon for it!
I'm planning to have it launched within a year! I'm hoping for summer 2025. I want to make a prelaunch page before Time and Time Again ends so people can subscribe if they're interested, but I'm worried the series return would be too early...
#SORRY HAHAHA REPOSTING IMMEDIATELY#i. it. IM SORRY okay the.#i had 'im not interested in the comic' as an option but it immediately made me feel bad#DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU PICKED IT i put it there#i just realized its not really a helpful metric to me at all!#im making the comic either way!#so i just want to gague interest. disinterest doesnt do much for me. you can come and go as you please!#just wanting to retain readers as much as possible but without losing them due to taking too long#ahhhh the balance of marketing. a beautiful beast she is.#anyways yeah hoping to launch like about as tta is ending#or like at LEAST a prelaunch page by then#im also not intending for the prelaunch page to be like. announced...#moreso just a link i append on art for the series!#just so when a drawing of zagan gets 500 notes#people who are interested in what hes from can. see that...#anyways. sorry i haven't been posting work is wild im going 70+ hours a week again i am so tired#not much time to draw non work stuff#im hanging on by a thread of having multiple projects i can bounce between again#and sometimes thats this one! so heres the results of some mental health work variety#we were legion#polls#sorry for the instant repost. in my defense. i am exhausted.#i can not wait until im making a different comic that i can do a fucking. normal ass schedule with#where im not every week gasping for breath in some kind of bad at swimming metaphor.#anyways if youre not interested dont tell me. it doesnt matter to me. no offense but i just dont wanna hear it.#i want to make the comic and my audience as much as i love you all is not going to have any control over what i do with my art#im gonna make this comic if i only get it done on weekends after getting home from the fuckin movie theater#i am not working for webtoon again wnd im not forcing myself into the dirt for comics again#but im also never gonna stop making them. just need to build a healthier relationship!#FUCK I MADE IT A ONE DAY POLL.
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BIG damn post, but as i've said!! i (FUCKIN FINALLY) did end up fleshing out the rest of the important Iterators of the Children of EO group a little that map is a forever wip, fuck it all, i'll be just postin updated versions of it from time to time or smth
#rain world#rw#oc tag#rw iterator#iterator oc#oc: fish inside a birdcage#oc: inhale in haboob#oc: abet zephyr#oc: boreas' blessing#oc: caper of euros#oc: biting notos#oc: the tinkerer#philosophy sessions au#my art#Best of Spotty Art#doomed to be attached to all of them now. boreas has been fuckin me up for over a month now. im so tired.#ten gazillion drawings.. i realize this might be too much for one post so if this flops ill at least know why i suppose#havent even really touched the lore yet.... hrghrhhg imma leave that for later im leavin the room with middle fingers in the air im so done
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FUCKING GOD LOGAN IS SO FUCKIN DENSE, Metaphorically and literally
IN THE GODDAMN PROTEUS EPSIODES OF TAS HES SO GODDAMN SNARKY N MOUTHY AND D E N S E
STUBBORN AS HELL DEFENSIVE AS SHIT, EVEN WHEN HANK WAS DEFENDIN HIM AGAINST ROGUE ITS LIKE THE CAGE FIGHT SCENE IN THE FIRST XMEN MOVIE WHEN THE GUY SAYS "He'll just take it personally" CAUSE THATS ALMOST ALL HE'S DONE SO FAR GOOD FUCKIN GODS ABOVE IM TIRED OF THIS EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE WEASEL (i still love him so goddamn much and want to be him and project onto him)
#x men#x men the animated series#logan howlett#xmen wolverine#im foamin at the mouth n growlin like a rabid animal i cant with this fucker#its 2am im so fuckin tired#not really#tired of his shit though#definitely#hes so emotionally unstable and refuses to talk about it and demands to bottle it all up n rot💖#this man is stress#this whole franchise is stress#and im only not even scratchin the surface#i just got into xmen a few months ago#xmen tas: s4
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oooo it's been a while since the last snippet :]c it's another fantasy au one where I'm! Putting! Barnaby! Through It!
a minor warnings: implied/referenced major character death <3
No one eats dinner, and Frank won’t stop tapping his spoon against his bowl. Tok tok tok it goes, over and over again.
Poppy made a simple stew from their provisions, but only Eddie and Sally make an attempt at tasting it. Their halfhearted ‘it’s good’s don’t pierce the pressure weighing down on them all. Barnaby swears he can taste it, thick and cloying.
Already he keeps catching himself looking for Wally. Where is- he starts to think, and then he remembers the moment Wally fell with a spear piercing his chest, and the grief rises so fast it nearly drowns him in a heartbeat. Barnaby can’t bring himself to try and hide it behind anything but a stony mask. In any other situation he might try to put some levity into the group. Cheer up the sad and empty faces staring into their meals.
He wouldn’t be able to think of a single lighthearted thing even if he wanted to. He doesn’t.
Tok tok tok-
Shuffling from Howdy’s tent has everyone glancing over at it, and Frank’s spoon stills. Howdy briefly woke up while Poppy was cooking. All he did was sit up, look at everyone, then pitch to the side and vomit. They got him into a tent before he passed out again, mumbling something about puppets. Frank made a comment about how Howdy was supposed to be a bit out of it, not at fae-drunk levels of hazy. Eddie had muttered back a dejected apology, and after that the camp was silent until Poppy’s announcement that dinner was ready. The spoon continues tapping when the shuffling stills.
Tok tok tok-
Since Eddie and Sally saying that dinner is good, there hasn’t been a noise beyond the occasional sniffle. It’s a good thing Julie isn’t trying her stew - it must be disgustingly salty from all the tears dripping into it.
Tok tok tok-
Barnaby sighs through his nose and puts his bowl down, sick of looking at everyone’s misery. He would say that he’s going to go sleep, but he has a feeling that none of them are getting a wink tonight.
Tok tok-
Before he can stand, Frank blurts, “We shouldn’t have attacked it. It was a mistake.”
“Please don’t,” Julie begs.
“There’s no need to rub salt in the wound,” Sally says firmly, her stew starting to sizzle from the rising heat in her hands.
“Not right now, Frank,” Eddie mutters.
Frank visibly bristles, and he launches to his feet. “I refuse to pretend not to have seen what I did! The truth is a terrible thing, but someone needs to say it. Wally lied to us.”
“Frank…” Barnaby warns.
“We shouldn’t have attacked the demon,” Frank barrels on, ignoring him, “because there was no need to. It didn’t eat Wally until the end because the demon is his patron. Wally was never a wizard at all, he was a warlock-”
Barnaby lunges with a deep bark that echoes against the trees. The crickets symphony falls silent. Frank trips backwards over his seat, staring up with wide eyes as Barnaby stalks around the fire, growling. Eddie and Sally slowly stand, inching between him and Frank.
Barnaby stops, snout bunched and canines bared. He jabs a claw at Frank. “Don’t you ever say that again. Ever.”
Frank’s mouth flaps uselessly for a moment. When he speaks, it comes out as a whisper, “I’m-”
“If you end that with right instead of sorry, I’ll make damn sure that you are.”
Frank wisely keeps his mouth shut. The crickets continue chirping.
Barnaby glares at him until Frank looks away. Barnaby straightens his vest with a sharp tug and strides away from the fire, towards his and- his tent. Just his, now. Murmuring breaks out at his back. He yanks the flap open, grabs his pipe and herb pouch, and heads towards the forest. He pauses only to listen by Howdy’s tent, waiting to hear proof of life before continuing on.
Once he can’t see the firelight anymore, Barnaby chooses a random tree and sits heavily in front of it. Rough bark digs into his back through his vest. A night bird hoots overhead. Crickets continue to make their music, but Barnaby wishes they would shut up for good.
Light from the full moon pours through the branches to provide just enough light to see by. Barnaby holds up his pipe and quickly puts it to the side to take off a grimy glove. The heart-pad and blue fur underneath contrasts vibrantly with the dust-grayed rest of him. After a moment he removes the other glove, wincing as the leather drags over his injured knuckles. He turns his paw over and scowls at the dirty black edges of the red-raw scrapes. He should have punched harder. He hopes it scars, even though he knows it won’t.
The gloves themselves are scuffed up, but not beyond use. Barnaby folds them into his pocket and gets to work lighting his pipe. He packs it and instinctively opens his mouth to ask Wally to light it for him. The words die on his tongue as he turns only to see dark forest. Empty woods save for the tiny blue lights of night wisps floating on the breeze.
Barnaby stares into the darkness with yawning dread. He keeps looking. How long will it take him to stop? How long until Wally’s face starts to smudge in his memories, until his voice is gone and Barnaby doesn’t even remember what his smile looked like? How long until Barnaby only thinks of him in passing?
He doesn’t want to reach that point. He desperately does.
Will it hurt more or less? Does it matter? He wants it to ache until he dies.
Barnaby frantically fishes his sparkrune out of the herb pouch - only there for emergencies, when Wally or Sally isn’t there to light it for him. It will wear down to a nub within the month. He strikes his thumb claw against it, and sparks fly expertly into the bowl of his pipe. It takes a moment to catch. Barnaby lifts the bit to his lips and takes a drag before enough smoke forms for a lungful.
Maybe he should have grabbed the stronger stuff. If he breathes enough of it, maybe he’d be able to see Wally.
But Barnaby doesn’t get up in the end. He sits against the base of a tree and hugs himself, the pipe’s intermittent glow betraying the shine in his eyes.
#this is a shortie but that's Snippets babey!#oh and - *temporary major character death!!!#if there's one trope i absolutely dig#its Hashtag Not Dead!#yes i Will use it whenever plausible!#barnaby and everyone: auuggooodfhsdkjfnd wally is deaaadddd#meanwhile wally is absolutely vibing with home <3#ok not really. he's having a Rough time. but he's fiiiiine#how many words does this full fuckin thing have so far though#11129!!!! YEEHAW!!!!#im keeping it in my back pocket for now <3#snippets from the bog#aaaaaand thats my cue to go the fuck to bed#im gonna finish this milk tea and pass!! out!!!#today was a lot! got some blood stolen! had to do paperwork! Got A Salad!#found out i'll probably be very late to the update party! im still very upset and i will continue to be!#ALSO SORRY IF THIS IS ROUGH LMAOOOO IM STILL WORKING MY WRITING MUSCLES BACK UP TO SNUFF#ALSO I ONLY WRITE WHEN IM TIRED. WHICH IS A BAD IDEA DONT DO THAT!!!
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"what a shitbagning brotherband" - erak starfucker 645 C.E.
and i was like oh yeah, i've gotta focus on my schoolwork, i'm not gonna procrastinate anymore, and i put this dumb shit off for all of two(?) mildly miserable days and oh fuck i have a test tomorrow. im coping shut up
i based this off of this lovely fabulous insanely Tasty art from this super cool brotherband instagram-er that i stumbled upon so the words are mixed from flonkerton and the op. all credit to op i literally had that tab open staring at it trying to suck their artistic talent into my soul.
i did a lydia atlatl doodle to make up for this i miss her
don't question what ulf and wulf are doing in the background i geniunely don't know and i cant'd raw people interacting???? why are they the only part of this drawing i actually despise but was too lazy to redraw <;/3
sorry bout the incredibly low quality here's full res
oh also here's the atlatl lydia doodle i might clean it up and post it later idk
i've become such a tumblr artist courtesy of these mad brainrots that i don't think i can draw anything properly ever again uh
also sorry to those rotting in my inbox i love you guys and it's on the way i swear after i finish this test and that lit book and that other test and ah fuck seven assignments and textbook chapter and uh </3
#brotherband#brotherband chronicles#hal mikkelson#edvin brotherband#ulf and wulf#stefan brotherband#ingvar brotherband#stig olafson#jesper brotherband#lychee's trash art#the herons#listening to fuckin aishite x3 of all the songs while writing this#i feel likeiv'e deteriorated as a person over the past few days#so tired hhhhahsjfhaskdhhhhh#i'm always lke im taking four aps instead of five aps because i'm not stupid#and then i proceed to spend 20 hours doing percussion a week lmfao#guys i just started up the club i run at middle school again and i lost so many braincells#and i realized that i totally forgot how to teach anything feels bad#i should really get back to writing up that study guide uhh#anyway ignore the tags huh what huh what
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Little ster edit I made… Cause there needs to be more in the world :>
special thanks to like the 5-10 people on this website who upload ster clips. This is dedicated to y’all <3
Audio: noir.audioss on tiktok
Song: Like Me - Chase Icon
#ster#ster_#star_#ster underscore#st3r#whatever other tags this man has#snazum edits#look im new to the ster community or whatever#i debated putting this on my side blog but it can go on main#i spent time n effort on this#I never make edits/fancams so shoutout to y’all who do that too#this shit is insane but i get it its a beautiful fuckin art form#my eyes burn and im so tired so goodnight i hope u ster fans see this and love it#i promise im in the freak territory like u guys i just hide it for the most part#who am i kidding it should be obvious.#im a hockey fan that resides on tumblr n twt this aint surprising#i made the fckin edm oilers in the sims with friends for fun#its a convoluted timeline now for them dont worry bout it#okah i really need to sleep goodnight we’ll see if the pc uploads first or phone#jokes on the pc i’m not giving it time i want to sleep so GOODNIGHT! For real
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Ha ha I don't know what I want to do with my life and I feel unsatisfied with my current condition!
#i just feel fuckin hollow#i mean i wanna make art again for real now but i dont feel good#my lifes shambles right now and i dont know how to tidy it right now#ill find a way tho#whether through brute force. sheer luck or even professional help ill do it#positive apathy is hoe im feelin i guess#id like to be a barista. or work in one of those niche little stores where you get to hang out mostly#id like to learn to properly garden#i love flowers and i like chillin outside pullin out the weeds#yea that sounds nice#although theres no job opening rn that really jump out to me. and im scared to leave my current job#its a pretty good job but i hate having to wear a uniform and i generally dont feel very happy#my coworkers are lovely. my bosses are great and my pay is phenomenal but i just wanna do something else#i liked working in the bakery for the short time that lasted#idk im tired and zonked the fuck out#god I'm gunna become a stoner arent i ..#anxiety bad. brain terrible#womp womp#delete later
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Splatoon Twitter and Nintendo NA YouTube - *releases new songs from OTH for Splatfest*
Me - OH hell yeah! These bop!
Twitter comments on Color Pulse '24 -
#splatoon#splatoon 3#Side order spoilers#Kinda#Nintendo officially announced it so....#But the songs are really good#Color Pulse '24 definitely has a more mellow vibe but I think that fits pretty well with the vibe of Side Order????#And We're So Back is AMAZING 🤩#Why must Twitter complain about EVERYTHING#'splat 3 songs are so mid' IM FUCKIN SORRY?#YOKO AND THE GOLD BAZOOKAS? NO QUARTERS? FUCKIN BIG BETRAYAL AND DAYBREAKER ANTHEM?#have these complainers even heard the new new songs?????#Twitter is a cesspool and I'm sick and tired of the complaining
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they should invent a period that doesnt make me the most miserable person on earth
#personal#vent#i will never ever ever be able to pass. by the time im able to get top surgery ill probably be like 30 and the earth will have already died#i will only ever be seen as a confused girl or maybe if im lucky as a feminine man . best case scenario someone looks at me and goes#'oh theyre definitely nonbinary' but i will NEVER just . be some guy. ill never just be a person . itll always either be a label or Girl.#im not going to be able to medically transition or fuckin . go out to meet my friends or anything until i move out and i wont#be able to move out for 3 years minimum . meanwhile everyone else will be getting time to spend together and being able to live on their own#and being able to advance in careers they actually like or at least arent completely fucking miserable in and ill probably be stuck at#FUCKING WALMART the entire time because nowhere else will give me the flexible hours i need for school#my most supportive family is always going to live an hour away from me and ill never truly be able to express myself or my frustrations at#home and even if i could i cant even put half of them into words online even when im really trying the correct words are never there#i get to just sit back and watch as my friends actively fuck up their lives but at least they get to make their own decisions#and then i feel awful on top of that because i shouldnt feel envy over my friends lives . we all have it fucked Especially those in my area#im just. so tired
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At this rate I doubt boycotting Project Moon can do that much. Limbus Company, maybe not playing that could change things, but really, Project Moon has heard the feedback, KJH is gonna have to face the music.
I think my message I would have here is, don’t feel aggressive and excessive shame for loving what Project Moon has built even now. It’s important to find comfort in art. Considering the entire situation, we could all use powerful art. Besides, somethings got to give. Things already may be giving and we wouldn’t know. Do what you may, play, don’t play, I doubt it matters. Someday Kim Ji-Hoon is going to have to make some major decisions, and that day is fast approaching.
Sorry if this post is a bit rambly and incoherent, I made this past 2:00am. But hey, it’s what I think for what it’s worth! Don’t get too caught up in moralizations in this situation is what I want to say I suppose.
#project moon#lobotomy corporation#library of ruina#limbus company#sooooo fuckin tired#this entire ordeal is really taking it out on me#tomorrow im getting back into LobCorp#still haven’t beaten it#it means so much to me
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6.5hr in the car was rough. But I'm all bundled in my beddie bye and I have the box fan going (so glad I thought to bring it) and the view outside the cabin is beautiful and I'm going ziplining tomorrow morning
It is time to sleep bundled like a rat in its bedding and then have a wonderful day tomorrow
#speculation nation#the rat comparison is quite apt because i bunched the blanket all up and set the pillows around me#bc it's a king size bed and i usually sleep on a twin and i felt like a small prey animal out on a slab#easy pickings for the great predators.#theres also a mirror facing the bed and it's kind of stressing me out (bc im scared of mirrors in the dark)#but im being SoBrave and sleeping in the total dark so i dont have to see it (and thus it doesnt exist)#(i dont use a nightlight at home but i do have a digital clock that's pretty bright so it's effectively a nightlight#& ive realized total darkness is a bit unsettling when im used to Some illumination. mostly bc i cant fuckin SEE)#so me with my normal twin size mattess pressed against the wall + elevated into the air (bc top bunk of bunk bed)#PLUS side railings. i really do sleep in a fuckin rectangle huh.#but here i am on a square with a big room all around me and no wall pressed to either side of the bed.#see im a little prey animal on a slab. but it's ok i made a burrow into the slab. so i am safe actually.#it's actually pretty damn comfortable. tho i really should sleep so im not too tired in the morning.#in general if im absent over this next week just assume im doing mountain things. 👍
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