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mrmiserymushroom · 8 months
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one of my personal favorite tropes it’s the “well, we are really close and get along pretty well! they’re one of the best people in the world and one of my best friends. We hook up and good he fucks me so well and sometimes i fantasize about getting married but it’s not like i’m head over hills for them! NO NO NO NO NOPE. NO HOMO!!! TOTALLY BUDDIES BEING BUDDIES! but oh lord if you touch them I SWEAR TO FUCKING-” and i am was absolutely enchanted that this new episode got all of that!!
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I also got to understand fizzy a lot more and now he (and maybe Ozzie) is my favorite character after Stolas!
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I love how he and Blitz made up after a long time, even though I thought it was kinda quickly (or maybe i was just way too anxious and excited about my hyperfixation getting a new episode). I loved to see Blitzo getting to fix his mistakes and apologizing. I loved seeing him and fizzy talking and making jokes and arguing bc they’re so goddamn funny and have so much connection! Their friendship got my heart warm :]
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I was a bit heartbroken about Stolas and how worried he was about his situation with Blitz. but I’m happy he seems to have a friend who will help him a bit and seems he can count on!
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I LOVED FIZZAROLLI’S SONG OMG???? it was so yummy and nice and coool and AARSHAJDJAKSKAKSDKS
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overall i REALLY loved this episode! Helluva Boss’s have been one of my hyperfixations and helped me through some really hard times. dunno if this is normal but i but i got so happy and excited about my hyperfixation having new content i actually got depressed and needed to take some SOS and go for a walk???? helloooo whatever the GAD and Depression are doing to me this is one of the craziest.
I get really REALLY insecure with talking about Helluva Boss on my socials and with anyone in general since i know the creator of it has some bad reputation and did really shitty things and the Hazbin Hotel series is pretty much hated for what i can see.
yeah i was afraid of what people would think about me if i tell them i hyperfixate on Helluva Boss and worried if they would thought i agree with any of the bad stuff that goes behind the creator and stuff.
so i just thought it would be a good idea if i just posted about it here (since a lot of people liked my helluva boss drawings) and take this stuff out of my chest to calm down my post anxiety attack. yeah thats it thanks if you read until this point :]
so yeah one of my favorites episodes so far!!! <3
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Growing up (and still having) a mid size body with broad shoulders surrounded by skinny dainty women on the TV telling me that I need to lose weight (wasn’t even overweight) and look like them in order to be desirable really did a number on me :/
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solaceinabandonment · 2 months
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Ever write something and realize you are literally just dumping all of your trauma and frustrations out through this fictional character then have them throw a tantrum so bad they need bandaging and work themselves up so bad they pass out or is that just me
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monsoon-of-art · 9 months
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I think one thing that I hate about my writing is I just can't help but slip in jokes or humorous moments. I don't know why. Like even during Pokerus I added an entire scene with Gaeric dancing around the topic of where babies come from and during the very serious chapter of Ingo finding Barry in Donut Hole, I kept joking about him kidnapping. Eugh
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i-may-be-an-emu · 3 months
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One of those days where I can’t think can’t see can’t feel
don’t feel real. word is foggy, under water.
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purinclover · 7 months
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>see person who shares f/o
>try not to cry
>cry a lot
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floydshit · 4 months
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stigmata
i trust the lord sees to thy crime
stand before me eye to eye
shower gifts of faith and psalm
hot blood doth stream from my palm
transgression saves my face in time
the role to which i self assign
devoted whisper through the night
the lamb of god’s thorn in my side
oh lord free me from this breve
forgive my struggle to believe
oh lord let my good wounds breathe
St Francis of Assisi
by your grace
i beg
let me bear
your pain
as my feet suspend
from your cross again
inedia i bear your love from
holy wounds from those above
mine eyesight hath done to you
my vision red my faith is true
i carry thy cross to feel your strain
as you have done, i do once again
and though the past can not be changed
i can only feel close bearing your pain
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sp1derc1der · 11 days
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to the one person who’s spamming that vaporeon copypasta in my askbox, please stop.
for the time being, i’m not allowing any anon asks.
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theclassyelfman · 23 days
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I have to remind myself that feeling tired all the time isn't normal. I've been accustomed to it for such a long time that I have to stop and go "that isn't good."
I've never had any closure on it so far even though I keep telling myself I should probably get it checked by a doctor (there's a long checklist of things I need to see a doctor about that seem to just keep piling up) so I just chalk it up to probably depression or malnutrition or a vitamin deficiency, since my appetite and digestive health are pretty bad. That's a whole other thing by itself.
I suddenly thought about this just because it's a bright sunny day, it's 1:37pm and my eyes feel so heavy and tired like I just want to sleep, even though I haven't done anything particularly taxing.
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bluegekk0 · 10 months
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fpk’s having a bad day and so am i apparently. he;s had the right idea with the vessels. no mind to think that people are being too kind to you and you don’t deserve it would be preferable
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Sometimes I miss how low stakes and fun fandom was.
I was in the Creepypasta fandom pretty heavily up until I was a senior in high school. I watched dumb MMDs about Creepypasta characters and those dumb AMVs with emo music in the background.
It was simpler back then, it was fun.
I didn’t really talk to anyone about it but it felt good to just enjoy something. Now fandom feels like you have preform a lot or at least, I feel like I have preform and create because I have to, not because I want to.
I don’t get a sense of accomplishment when I finish a fic, I’m just happy it’s finished and done with (until I have to write something else)
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pocketmonstersspecial · 6 months
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Empathy is something i struggle with and it pisses me OFF!!!!!
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the-mistral · 5 months
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You liked my body when I was sick
And I got better
And you were so so proud
But you didn’t like my body as much anymore
“Don’t gain too much weight” you said
“You’re still just as beautiful” you said
But your hands didn’t feel the same on me
Your eyes didn’t linger on me anymore
“I love the ginger hair” you beamed
I dyed it that color for you
I had forgone my cherry red for you
And even with the ginger hair
I had still gained the pounds
And your eyes still gazed at me the same
“Thigh high socks are so hot” you declared
So I wore the high socks
With the garters with the bows
And they nylon ones with the ribbons
And your hands still didn’t quite want me the same still
“Play video games with me”
And so you built me the machine
And I played. And played. And played.
Without you
Because you forgot I could play
Because you didn’t feel like it
Because you had found a new game
“Stay with me” you begged
Your eyes sad and empty
“Please I love you” you pleaded
Almost on your knees
At the foot of my bed
I could barely look at you
I could barely stand the sight of you
And I longed for when your eyes sparkled when you saw me
And when you would shine with pride
Just because you got to call me yours
And I longed for how your hands felt
How you looked at me
How desired I felt
How much love you put into each touch, into each kiss
I long for the person you were
The person I fell for
I long for How i felt back then
When every hug felt like home and every kiss felt like the first
When every touch felt so perfect
When every beat of my heart matched yours
I miss who you were
But now I got better
And my hair is cherry red
And I play games with other people
And I still wear my long socks
And I no longer wish for you
I no longer need your attention
And your empty promises
I’m not the girl you wanted me to be
I’m not the girl you wished for
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WHELP
TODAY SUCKS!
Nothing like making the same mistake over and over again and not being able to do basic stuff and getting yelled at.
FUN!
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rosaindomitus · 10 months
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Ever had one of those weeks?
One of my coworkers died from complications from a chronic illness on Wednesday. One of my long-standing online social communities has been in the process of dissolving for a month now. One of my newer online social communities seems like it's doing something similar. I haven't left my house for anything more than groceries in over a week, and I live by myself (well, with my cats. the cats are important).
I'm tired. And sad. And don't know why I'm writing this tbh. I'm considering saving the stuff I want to keep from my posts and just deleting Tumblr but I think that's just my instinctive urge to isolate myself. I wish I could just get lost in a book or a game like I used to.
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koebishrimpuwu · 3 months
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I may not have liked the people at school much but for some reason I miss them. I'm not sure why, they were jerks who couldn't have cared less on if I died or not. Is it because they had a big impact on how I am? My music teacher told me something I haven't been able to forget. She asked me if I was okay, she said that I always look like I have something I want to say. Someone I'll never forget asked me something once. "Why do you hide your emotions?" I'm sure she won't remember asking me that now but I never gave an answer. I remember a lot of small things said to me or directed to me. Both happened over a year ago but I still don't have an answer.
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