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I had another idea for a fanfic about the Swedes. It would be a one-shot about the reader going with the Swedes to a Christmas market. You know drinking mulled wine, eating cookies...these types of things 🥺❤

Well I don't know if I'm going to write this since I'm tired. I just think it would be a cute idea. 😩❤

#please ignore this post #only rbing bc the op is deactivated but this was in my drafts

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I was reading up on Ceasar’s last words (as one does) and I came upon this one that has the Biggest Miette Energy

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Since my blog has been flagged as nsfw, I will be migrating to @temerestercore

If this blog ever gets unflagged (for good), then I will return to this one as it has hundreds of art/writing posts on it.

Follow me if you want on the new one, I will be reblogging the same silly little posts there as I would here. Depending on how long I am there, I will also post new art and writing there.

#ramblings

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I hate tumblr so much. I've been reflagged 😑

LET'S GO GAMERS MY BLOG GOT UNFLAGGED

#ramblings

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now I am become sleepy the sleeper of sleeps

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[ID: Three screencaps from Taskmaster. Greg Davies says to the camera, “Hello there, and welcome back to Taskmaster.” Alex Horne says to the camera, “Yes, and if you’ve just walked back into the room, hello there, and welcome back to Taskmaster.” End ID.]

#taskmaster

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like or reblog if you save.

#hannibal

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not puttin mental illnesses in my bio bc if you cant figure out from a cursory glance that there are things wrong with me there are probably things wrong with you too

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shut up this is the only video I care about

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"Yearning"

tw: suicide mention

April 1

It hurts. It all hurts. Why does it all hurt? Because of the damned testing. They were supposed to make me better but they made me worse; they made me suffer. They opened me up to emotions I didn’t know I could have and to ones I didn’t even know existed.

Sometimes this all feels like a bad dream. A nightmare, or even a horrible fantasy. This whole feeling is a stench I can’t get out of my clothes. A bad smell that just won’t go away. It’s an invasive species, refusing to leave its new territory. Or even a symbiote, permanently attached to its host. Whatever it is, this feeling, this whole situation, isn't going to leave. It’s here to stay.

I want to get rid of this feeling, of this whole plight. But I’m beginning to fear there is only one way to escape it. Back when people felt, they had no way of getting rid of these feelings. They simply had to live with them. Of course, there was the lucky one percent that was born without emotions, but that isn’t anything you can choose for yourself. But if you wanted to escape these feelings, you simply had to cease to exist altogether. So I know what I have to do. I am going to kill myself.

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March 25

#original work #original writing #original short story #original story #original fiction #short story #dystopia #futuristic #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #my writing

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"Yearning"

March 25

Day nine of testing. I am beginning to feel uneasy about my whole situation. I don’t wholeheartedly believe that those who are testing on me have any ulterior motives, but I do believe that they don’t care about collateral damage. And they definitely don’t have my best interest at heart.

I haven’t been able to write down my experience much lately because they have me so busy with the experiments. I have lost all of my free time and am barely able to sleep lately. I am beginning to think this is on purpose. What are they trying to achieve by making me miserable?

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March 17 April 1

#short story #original writing #original short story #original story #dystopia #futuristic #my writing

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"Labels"

Labels are confusing. They twist and turn and curve and wind. They aren’t always right or fitting. And sometimes they don’t even make sense.

Sometimes labels can actively hurt us. They can confine us and restrict us. They can make us feel like we are not enough. They can make us feel that we don't deserve what we actually do and they make us give up on that.

But they can be right. And they can fit. They can be straight and can be smooth. They can even make sense.

Labels can sometimes help us. Sometimes they free us and help us fly. They can make us feel confident in ourselves and our identities. They can make us feel that we deserve what's coming to us and they help us to fight for that.

So before you label yourself, make sure it is right and it is what you want. Because sometimes labels don't make sense.

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LET'S GO GAMERS MY BLOG GOT UNFLAGGED

#ramblings

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I already have Gonzo's audacity and Rizzo's t boy swag

God I need Bunsen and Beaker's world shattering gay homosexual romance

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God I need Bunsen and Beaker's world shattering gay homosexual romance

#the muppets #ramblings