The most reliable way to keep me in place is to keep filling up my water cup.
I’ll be sitting at a restaurant trying to get down the rest of my water so I can go home and a waiter fills it up again and I’m just silently crying as I struggle to drink the fucking cornucopia they have provided.
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I’m crying right now I’m literally so happy. I just had a new flavor of poptart. That might sound dumb but Istg this is such a big deal for me- my entire childhood I’ve only had strawberry and blueberry (when I was a pre teen my parents finally got cinnamon) but I swear I have been stuck with those three flavors my entire life. The flavor they got was “snickerdoodle” it tasted like cinnamon but like way better. The reason I never got a different flavor was because my parents always said that the other pop tart flavors (the ones with icing) had gelatin in them and because I grew up as a Muslim we weren’t allowed to eat non-kosher gelatin (if that makes sense). I literally went downstairs for a midnight snack and I was like “oh pop tarts, lemme check the flavor I hope it’s blueberry…snicker…SNICKERDOODLE?! UHM 👀👀” I swear I grabbed that mf box at the speed of light. It took me like 5 minutes to get out of shock- I’m not even kidding I was literally in denial I was like “bro omg no. No way. This- this can’t- no way bro. I can’t- I can’t bro omg- omg- I swear to god-“ and I even burned myself but I was like “fuck it I ain’t even upset, this is the highlight of my year” and once I ate it I immediately started crying- I was like “my childhood dream bro 😭” this flavor doesn’t have icing so I still need to check that off my list of “things my parents never allowed” but a new flavor was just so exciting. I’m sorry this is dumb I was just so hype because I was always super jealous of every other kid cause they could just eat any type of poptart whenever- this is what I mean when I say my religious trauma is weird cause like why am I crying over poptarts 💀🤚
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i soo sick of my room
I have been in this room for 3 or 4 years now and it looks the SAME FUCKING WAY. The bed is sooo huge that moving it around feels like me just trying to destroy my mental peace if I have it. And the room is tooo small to just move things around. THE SAME FUCKING BED, STUDY TABLE, A DRESSING TABLE IN THE SAME FUCKING POSITION FOR IDK how long IT FEELS LIKE FUCKING FOREVER. I hate it
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the machine.
a comic about being a 'creator' online.
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It’s crazy how there’s so much misinformation about Food. The thing we need all the time. Arguably the point of getting up each day. Fucking food. You’d think educating our young on this central component of life would be the sort of thing we’d teach them as kids, but nooo, I have to go reading up on zookeeping techniques for keeping and feeding large primates in captivity to get a straight fucking answer about carbon and phosphorus sourcing instead of a bunch of pseudoscience or fatphobia or classism or racism or just good old fashioned taboos! [Chews furniture] HOW DO YOU DEMONIZE THE POTATO
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I'm surprised I never asked, did Chara get their own memorial along with the other six? They were very much the starting domino after all.
If they did get one, how did they feel about it?
they got their own memorial! they put up a nice facade around their friends n complained about it but… to know their parents still love them after what they did……
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I just need someone who understands, who really gets it
someone who'll hold me through the worst of it all
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Podcast episodes feel so short when you don’t have another one to instantly consume :(
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shirt that reads don’t compliment me i’ll cry
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it's sad how many reviews and stuff around tmbg seem to centre linnell as the sole dark and creepy writer of the band, never really crediting flansburgh too. do "hide away folk family," "dirt bike," "rabid child," "black ops," "cloisonné" mean nothing to them, smh.
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This is random but Salena has my sticker and even wilder: she noticed me 😱
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Context under the line
So back in October I went to käärijä Berlin gig giving out some Bojere stickers I made. Five of those went to Mikke (another story but I had sort of promised to give him some xD).
This was however also the same gig where Salena joined Jere on stage. I didnt meet her in person but had a blast seeing her perform with the boy 🥹💚
Fast forward three months later (here's to me feeling old 🫠) and Salena had an IG live performance yesterday. One friend in that live (hi Niini :3) noticed others speaking about a sticker and got curious: lo and behold Salena had decorated her laptop with the exact sticker I had given people at the Berlin gig 😳😱
My theory is that Mikke must have given one of his five stickers to Salena as a thank you for her coming. And now I have to live with the blessed knowledge that Salena has Bojere art I made on her laptop 😭
But that is not all - when I realised that yesterday I made a story about it and today I got a message that Salena has replied 😱:
This may not seem as huge news to most of you but to me this is wild 😭
I have just gotten used to never being noticed (JO boys seems to look anywhere but at my fanart and the same with Jere *I have had häärijä and Mikke react a few times and dont get me wrong i love that too yet since it was back in November I start to wonder if it was a fluke*) and then she does this 🥺 how am I supposed to react now without coming off as awkward or creepy :'D
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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
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Man I’m having such a hard time writing. When I was writing fanfic all the comments I’d get really kept me going (and the comments I get on my original work send me into orbit with how much I love them!!) but without that same influx of people showing interest I’m all in my head like is this not good enough? What if my ideas suck actually? And I keep gettin roadblocked by my own brain telling me that what I’m writing isn’t worth it q-p
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i kept trying to draw anything, literally anything but i feel like the little package of skill i have build myself just fell and scattered across the floor, anytime i try to grab ahold of a piece of it it slips through my fingers like wet soap
on days like these i wish i had been smart enough to be anything else but a mediocre artist, but im not, im not even smart enough to be decent at the only thing i call myself to be able to do, im never going to be able to draw like i want to and i struggle to make peace with it
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i'm sorry but the first thing that came to mind when error shook reader awake was that video with the guy who murdered the strangers in someone's house assuming they were the person's family and subsequently reprimanded them for leaving the door unlocked when they found out they weren't.
Error: i don't like h-h-how you keep bringing up irrelevant stuff, just to avoid thanking me for doing-g-g chores around the house.
Mc: You... broke in. I don't know you. How do you keep getting into my home?
Error: see? this is what i'm t-t-talking about
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“how can somebody so blessed wanna slit their wrist?” meg, sister I felt that one a lil tew strong.
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