#which ofc isnt true

[gree-gon]

[Pkm Reborn E19 post-game spoilers]

art below cut

"see, my second puppet was MUCH better."

[hermanunworthy]

CHOOSE UR CHARACTER!

tysm for 100 followers!! i decided to finally solidify my hermie designs and make a fun little reference sheet of sorts w all of them!

(update this is so old now and ive made quite a few changes to my hermie designs since this agkdj)

[bunnihearted]

it is so fucking insane that palestine is suffering extreme, like beyond insane, violence done to them by ppl worse than nazis, and the world just sits idly by and allows it

[infizero]

still crazy that bede's gym leader outfit is just straight up the trans flag

[littencloud9]

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[mobblespsycho100]

not my previous opinion on firefly coming to bite me in the ass JAHDJSHJD

[storm-of-feathers]

damn why did i stop being an alcoholic being drunk rules actually i dont feel a single OUNCE of my burdens. i just feel the wine. and its pink.

[cantsaythetword]

Liiiiiiittle bit of a vent under the cut teehee (I'm all g)

Anyone else get stupidly upset and almost annoyed when someone comes into a space where you're happy where you are in the ability and social hierarchy (especially if you're towards the top) and they're better than you in every way? And also super nice and funny and cool?

Had this super lovely dude come in for training tonight in the class I have the most experience in, and he was just good at almost everything?? And it made me feel shitty and insecure and upset that my comfy safe happy space wasn't that happy anymore (tbf he's got a fair bit of experience himself but still).

I feel super guilty about it too!! Cause he's an awesome guy and super nice and funny!

Am I weird? Is this an ADHD thing? I'm guessing it's just something to do with me being worried about being replaced in my friend group cause this happens a lot lmao.

[rucow]

my humble era is over, i now claim ownership over my faves and i Will be your voryn/phantom/hircine/fíli mutual. all yuor blorbos are belong me now

[syn4k]

also like im so glad that i learned about filtering/blocking/etc shit when i did because like i was so much more miserable when i was arguing with people on the internet 24/7. that shit stressed me out and it was on my mind constantly and then i learned that i could simply choose to not look at the stuff that upset me and ive been doing way better ever since. i genuinely feel bad for the people who engage in online discourse all the time because ive never witnessed any one of them in their element be not utterly miserable

[melodicbreeze]

What tragic death would you suffer?

the forgotten

you die alone. maybe they find you right away, maybe it takes weeks. it doesn't matter because no one will remember a few years down the road. if people come to your funeral, it is not a memory they engrave into their mind. you leave no mark in the world, no legacy at all. your grave grows moss and collects dust, cracking under nothingness. soon, someone will think of you for the last time.

[kaoharu]

whatever ^–^ <- literally abt to burst into tears

[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

Ava: Have you considered NOT fighting in the coming holy war?

Lilith: Have you considered shutting the fuck up?

ava wanting peace n quiet n for everyone to fucking get along n lilith just knows thats never going to happen. like ava, i love you, but a war IS coming n its better to accept that n be prepared for it than to live n die in denial of it

[caruliaa]

yk i think like. im trying desperately not to depress people around me w how close to doomerism i can veer but like. at a certain point its like. the effort and exhaustion that goes into maintaining just being alive in this world is not worth what comes from being alive and like. girlies we may have reached it. el oh el.

[quantumstarpaths]

paul needs to have adventures outside of the lab. whos gonna make him severely uncomfortable by taking him outside of his comfort zone in a very literal sense.

[samuhelll]

@heartslayer (continued from here)

It's a quarter after midnight. Eden sits there, impassive, with her stained-glass eyes and pitchless blacks, watching him like he’s a thing to look down on. He’s all emotion. Pent-up everything. He masquerades greatness, and he bubbles over.

“Ohh, yeah, let's go ahead. Play telephone.” He splays his fingers out and rattles both his hands, exasperated. There's a tackiness to Sam when angry. Like now. “Bite the hand that feeds! Who do you think gives you Beetlejuice on speed dial, Eden? I’m the means of production. I’m Ford to you. Say hello to your old pal General Motors! ‘Masquerading greatness’. I reach out and hold stars from where I stand. I look down at you from my tower, and you know what I see? Ants!”

Sam’s hair has come out of place. There’s the fuzzy-draining feeling that comes with low blood sugar, only that's not what this is, and this is stupid, this is ridiculous, the upholstery under this chair squeaks from under him and it drives him up a wall just like her long black cloak and a call that ended with an indefinite bye.

A clock ticks. He pulls his mouth in and taps the armrest with his knuckle, deflated. "You know what?" he finally says, craggy. He picks at the seat. "It's getting kind of late."