Hi! I just wanted to say I rll love your art!
thank you!! please have this doodle i woke up from a nap to draw
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mcfly july 2023 || day 25
Timebomb
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Marty squirmed when his evil counterpart dropped the watch in his lap.
“We’re on the same side of the mirror,” No Pines Marty said. “Every clock you’ve laid eyes on has been counting down to the moment you become me.”
Marty froze. They were all digital; he wouldn’t notice the seconds winding backward.
Restaurant – 12:56.
Bank – 9:17.
(He wasn’t seeing things when it changed to 9:16; he thought part of the “8” was burned out.)
Microwave – 2:00.
Now – 00:01:15.
“I’ll never be you,” Marty spat. “You let the Doc die.”
“No,” No Pines Marty admonished with a chuckle. “You did.”
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How tf would Amity even approach Hunter with “that’s not Luz” and how would Hunter feel knowing he 1. Didn’t realize it and 2. Holy shit that’s not luz
amity, out of breath from running like two miles across the castle grounds or whatever: hunter. something's wrong with luz
hunter, raising an eyebrow: yeah, we've.... been over this....?
amity: NO. THIS IS A NEW THINGGG
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the misuse of the bechdel test has created so much frustration but my personal annoyance is that I sometimes still think "it's bad to write this man and woman as best friends" bc it got beat into me at 14 that the pinnacle of feminist media is making all the women "girls girls"
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my partner pumpkin lives in my mind rent free a massive chunk of my waking hours. i know in all actuality they arent actually what i think about constantly, but every day, when im without them i do something or see something or my mind just wanders and inevitably they come back to mind and i often catch myself with the goofiest grin as i think of them.
im so excited to explore the future with them, it makes me just. happy to think about being next to them, a year from now, and to think about how we will both shift and change and how each of us are in our own rights will grow from our love and i so so hope im blessed that we are able to keep growing together like two vines intertwined, reaching towards the sun for a very, very long time. im so gay for them its absurd, im so in love and i love them so very much its CRAZY.
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making us wait five weeks for volume 2 was such a strange questionable decision it made it seem much weaker than it is it was so underwhelming. the episodes are fine but they were like you are gonna lose your MINDS it's gonna be CRAZY and then it was just the regular thing except it lasted thirty hours this time. having to wait made it feel like volume 1 was a set up for volume 2 which was SUCH a set up for volume 2 (see what i did there). seeing it as setting up season 5 instead makes it seem much better but the wait just made it really hard to think of it that way. and them saying that it was gonna be mind-blowing and a carnage (?) made it sound like it was gonna be epic and then it was. it was literally normal except it was longer.
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My friend, not-so-inconspicuously judging my terrible nails that were a mess of color I half-heartedly scrubbed off: 🤨
Me, explaining myself: “It was a painting project.”
Friend: “What were you painting?”
Me: “My nails.”
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I just wrote all of this in the tags because I feel like my thoughts don't matter and I shouldn't make anyone read them but no, I'll write it in a post instead.
I just had a really fun realisation (that was sarcasm)
it doesn't matter what name I go by - as soon as I start associating a name with myself/identifying with it, it feels gross.
I thought it was because I associate my real name with mainly negative memories (and also because of gender stuff)
but no. even when it's something that only my friends call me, something that's only been used in a positive context. even when it's something silly like a username or tumblr url. as soon as it starts feeling like 'me' it's bad.
if I hear or read or think about any of those names/usernames, I feel nauseous. I feel afraid. I feel disgusting. the name doesn't matter because *I* am disgusting and bad.
so that's great. and I don't know what to do about it. guess I should write this down for my psychiatrist appointment (because if I don't I will forget but the problem won't go away)
no name no pronouns please pretend I do not exist 🙃
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