I really like wwdits I really do but I am going to tear my hair out if they do not let Guillermo and Nandor fuck on screen
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I'm so grateful that the only GG fans that care about the light novels are the ones that can be normal about things because Lightning the Argent goes from the rawest scenes of carnage imaginable to Ky Kiske doing something mildly religious like offering a short, silent, prayer for someone that got mangled to death by WMD dragons, and I just know that, in the wrong hands, those brief religious moments would generate the most annoying goddamn memes you could ever imagine
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Pretty sure I've been blocked by someone who used to be my mutual
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just a reminder to say
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten
and I don’t want you guys to truly forget either
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I am so stressed that I feel like I'm getting an ucler or something. All I wanna to do is just decompress and work on my fic. unclench and not feel guilty about my anxiety and life stuff...or have the stress lingering in the back of my mind. Writing has helped with this in the past. But the last few weeks I've reach the end of my day and my brain is just floating in a bag of anxiety and I caaaaan't make words. I can only think about writing. At least I've managed to unfuck the snarly bits of my draft before this latest Anxiety happened.
So tired. I just need to survive this week. just like last week and the week before. I want to make more words....horny philosophical words...vilgefortz...and geralt... it's 18k...i could probably write like 2k about me spiraling out of control about this writing experience but I don't actually know if that would be interesting to read about. my writerly brain has been catching up to me since it got disconnected by The Depression nearly a decade ago. Brain has woken up now. no longer feel like a desiccated husk. it's really is a joy, even when writing is hard. cause i love writing so much and i couldn't do it for so long.
and also omg I just all the other fic growing in my brain. words. i want them out of me. and that sweet ambrosia of Finishing Things and posting. my yennskier fic wips... my radskier wip(s??)... all the other wips. piles of wips. my Ciri grief thing. my words. my storiessss. i have well over 60k of stuff that i need to finish, edit, and post. so many words already there. aaahhh.
writing! but anxiety brain. augh.
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eagerly waiting the return of the 00's newgrounds x3 XD style art. how come we get a scene resurgence (albeit small) but no characters with wide open mouths with a single fang and eyes that sometimes merge to make an X or a squiggly line
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it really suck that the places where you usually learn and gain perspective, independence, and maturity (schools, jobs, some public spaces, training and community centers, etc) are also the place that are at best unfriendly and at worst dangerous for racial/gender/religious minorities and is oftentimes just outright inaccessible for disabled people. and then society expects you to be well adjusted even though the avenues of growth are barred from you. the world really does give no chance to thrive if you couldnt be yet another cog to be grinded down to dust by capitalism.
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M&M, on the phone with Mark: ...Yeah, so I have to put a pair of shoes outside my door tonight.
Mark: ‘M, why would you do that??
M&M: ...Because I get presents tonight?
Mark: But it’s not even Christmas???
M&M: I have three Santas.
Mark: ...Oh.
M&M: ...Yeah. Old tradition. The history...that’s not exactly something I wanna talk about.
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i think the moral of this story is that if you want to talk to people you have to go and actually initiate a conversation with them instead of waiting longingly for them to talk to you first. like yes i know youre anxious i know youre terrified of rejection i know you dont want to pressure anyone but my man you have got to just go and do it. more often than not its literally just fine. idk
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So me and my mom actually started watching “Wednesday” and I knew I’d love Enid
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I haven't had any motivation to work on Interlude since I wrapped up chapter 4 and wrote the outline for whatever's going to come next but today it was really hot, humid, and then it thunderstormed and then Whitechapel released a music video for my favorite track off their latest album and I was finally inspired again
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*deep sigh*
This show is the reason my taste is so fucked up
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the pure hubris with which i approach abandoned fics should be studied by scientists. those poor fools who tried to read this before me, i think to myself as i click on a fic that hasn’t been updated in ten years, surely it won’t be incomplete by the time *I* get to the end. and then well. you’ll never guess
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At this point I do not even need to watch the eps of Only Friends to know the plot. A leisurely stroll through my dash will provide me with everything, plot or otherwise
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I've never doubt that you could be a better person, I know you can learn from your mistake. In fact, I do hope you'll become an even better person than you were with me.
(I just wasn't sure if you would - I waited a month and half to see you won't)
The problem isn't really that I don't believe in it. It's how much it takes from me for you to finally change. I asked you again and again, I tried to not care so much, I forced myself to let go.
(I shouldn't have to break myself apart for you to realize your mistake.)
It's amazing that you choose to change, but I will not be there to see you improving yourself. I don't want to be the one following your progress anymore.
(You shouldn't have to lose me to understand the value of my love.)
So please, keep going on your way. Make your promises true, for yourself. Surpass your fears and become stronger. I know you're able to win against this fight.
(I'm so sorry you didn't do it before - Was I not enough ?)
I'll simply wish you good luck. I wish you to be fine.
(without me)
Sincerely.
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