#Now I’m feelin like

[clownsuu]

no cause Cuttlefish be like "those darn octarians" and i main an octlings and i be trying to figure out what i did ;-;

Zayum, hating octarians, what next? Homophobia? Got the whole squad laughing smhhhhhhhh

[luuxxart]

spoilers: he met her anyway and she did her rita voice, causing him to promptly collapse on the dance floor

[sassyandclassy94]

I brought Michaiah over the Austin Butler side. Mission: Accomplished.

My work here is done. @fictional-at-heart

[crumb]

Sorry I haven’t posted a new gifset in like 3 weeks I’ve been in a bad headspace. I’ve started a few different gifsets tho so I’ll definitely have some new ones posted soon!

[fridaynight--saturdaymorning]

SPARKLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[archersartcorner]

REPORT START.

DATE: January 21, 2282

COURSER UNIT: Q3-31

Dr. [INSERT ACTING HEAD OF SRB HERE.],

Exploring the ruins of Las Vegas (currently called “New Vegas”) and the surrounding Mojave Desert, I was able to find evidence of the missing synth, V4-16. Included in this report is a medical file made on his behalf by the “Followers of the Apocalypse.” The doctor under his supervision, a man named Arcade Gannon, appears to have taken on a paternal role towards V4-16, and assumes he originated from a Vault due to his lack of scarring. V4-16 seems to have no recollection of his time in the Institute, and has amassed an impressive amount of power in the short time he has been away. For some reason, recalling does not seem to work - the recall component in his brain was either damaged, or removed. I was under immediate suspicion by Dr. Gannon during my attempt to reclaim him, and upon the reclamation not working, I was simply stared at, and asked, “What is wrong with you?” I retreated immediately and requested to be recalled back.

REPORT END.

Additional Notes: We’ll keep an eye on V4-16 for now. Having an influence as far as the Mojave, while we may be unable to directly control it, is still beneficial. Under no circumstances should Bela be made aware of V4-16’s survival - simply maintain the truth that it’s chip has been offline since October.

- Dr. Ayo

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Made a similar thing to this a while ago here, and wanted to make another version, with some additional context ;-)

And a bonus:

[gravecats]

I love ordering drinks w a lime slice or two in them bc then it’s like

You also get to have a little snack :)

[tsurugis]

Anyways lol doctor thinks cancer is back and is considering another neck dissection and I just gotta say I’m real tired I don’t fucking know lmaooooooooo

[heylinfanclub]

Every time I see fictional enactments of people having mental breakdowns I’m like. ‘Is it not normal to do that like three times a week’. I’m going to have. Such major heart problems. My whole life. I just know it.

The swinging between hysterical, sad and mad? The eyes wide rolling around in my damn skull? The struggle to breathe and not choke on your own spit? The sensation that you might just lash out at anyone or anything that gets too close? The existential hysteria questioning YOUR VERY EXISTENCE AND THE EXISTENCE OF CAUSALITY AND WHY THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY ARE AND COULD THEY NOT BE AND COULD SOMEONE JUST TAKE ME AWAY TAKE ME AWAY.

It’s that last part especially. When you start getting. So. In your god damn feels. YOURE BEGGING THE UNIVERSE FOR REPRIEVE ON REPEAT AS YOU SWAY BACK N FORTH LIKE YOURE HAVING THE WORST TRIP IMAGINABLE TRYING TO CONTACT GOD. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. KILL ME. RUN OVER MY HEAD. NEVER WAKE ME. SEND ME TO HELL ILL PAY FOR MY SINS NOW PLEASE PLEEAASSE ANYTHING BUT A MOMENTS MORE OF TORMENT. that kinda. Shit.

Every day people look at me and tell me I’m fine. I’m smart I’m practical I’m insightful I’m hanging on I’m resourceful I seem GREAT. Hell. My problems aren’t even that bad from their perspective (and maybe they’re right!)

I want to kill them every time and maybe one day I’ll smack someone across the face. Maybe break my knuckles smashing their nose into their brain. I think. I deserve it.

ANYWAY. had another lapse of mental angst because I cannot prioritize without a helper and that means I’m drowning in an infinitely vast array priorities, and should I spare one even a second of my attention, my anxiety comes running at me with a machete to ritually slaughter me for thinking for a second THAT was my highest priority.

I just want. To live. But I cannot. Because my brain doesn’t know what’s important. Except for. Being In a Domestic Cow Like State of UNTHINKING. and it makes me wanna explode my surroundings with my mind.

I’m getting a headache from being stuck in executive dysfunction too long and I donttt liikkeee iittttt.

LIKE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HAVIN A GOOD ONE. I was supposed to be feelin a GOOD EMOTION SPARKED. INSPIRATION. INSPIRATION FOR MY DESIRE TO WRITE A STORY. But instead. I was smacked with that reminder that. I don’t choose what’s important and what needs to be done and if I do it. I don’t get to choose. So why both having dreams? Why bother having wants? Wishes? Why bother? (It would matter more if I had a community that HELPS ME and maybe I have a community that PROTECTS me but that’s. Not the same. I feel so fuckin brainless. My thoughts bounce in every direction but go Nowhere. They loop back on themselves and fight each other like rabid animals. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live with a brain like this. Forever. Happily. Not without reliable support. Which doesn’t exist. There is no such thing as reliable. Everything is temporary. So it’s always fINE THEN you have to FIND A WAY TO COPE. ALONE? FOREVER? It’s bullshit. I hate this shit. Ahhhhh.

I wanted to think Ooo Ahh inspiration for a story I want to write so bad.

But it just went ‘when. When will you write. How. Will you be afloat. Will it distract you. Distract you from friends from life from stability? You can’t even take care of yourself you don’t deserve to do anything until you can take care of yourself and function with others and *you have so many other higher priorities that will kill you if you do not attend to them first*’

Weeps

THERAPIST SAID I DIDNT HAVE OCD. NOT EVEN PURE O. AND MAYBE SHE RIGHT. I CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. IF PUSHED IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. WHICH IM NEVER. BECAUSE IM ALONE. AND THAT MEANS I END UP RUMINATING TIL I HAVE HEART AND STOMACH PAINS. AHHHHHHH.

Awoooo

Awoooo

I hate it

[clownsuu]

I give you an

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Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)

Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-

But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)

Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——

hes just kinda, “that guy”

Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)

[kitsunegdx]

Pretty people

Thinking bout… pretty people. Just pretty, you know?

Pretty people I’ve dated and their scars and little quirks.

Pretty people I’m friends with who got smiles and voices that brighten my day.

Pretty people who got big friends groups to form a functional human being and look out for each other.

Pretty people who live in my head rent free metaphorically and literally.

I am also thinking of pretty people who just know how to appreciate small things in life to help make the world a lil happier for themselves. I don’t think they know that makes them extra pretty.

Pretty people who got eyes and don’t have eyes. Any color even it brings them all together

Pretty people who’s minds are perceiving the horrors while they act like it’s normal. Those pretty people are more common than you think.

Pretty people who got little features that culminate to make them whole be it stuff they can control like how they style their hair, to stuff they can’t, like having an extra finger.

Pretty people who aren’t people at all. Those are in my head too.

Pretty people can come in many different forms be it size, shape, voices, from a stranger on a subway to even text on a screen.

Pretty people are all around us, it’s a matter of taking in the small stuff that makes them whole.

Why are people so pretty?

Why are you so pretty?

[pollenallergie]

i honestly hate when my psychiatrist asks me if i’m hypomanic. ma’am, respectfully, idfk, you tell me, you’re the one with the degree.

[peapod20001]

Haha heyy anyone wanna send me asks so I can. Be less dead perhaps 👉👈

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i completely forgor what classes i signed up for this semester and i could kiss past me rn. i will live to see the summer

[gregmarriage]

current mood fr

[ezraphobicsoup]

the true my chemical romance welcome to the black parade listening experience is being interrupted like halfway through teenagers for a phone call for 1 hour 17 minutes