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daydadahlias · 2 years
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I was going to say Love Loaf suck if you decided to reply back actually. I came prepared
and you'd be so right for that.
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n-pq · 5 months
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based on the gift of silence.
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stupidscav · 4 months
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thing I made. I don't really feel bad but it's still vent art ig
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jsut. yeha
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simcardiac-arrested · 6 months
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i want to put them in a room together and see what happens. a demon an angel and a god walk into a bar
closing my inbox thanks everyone i'll see you all in purgatoruy
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milkpansa-archive · 2 years
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PORSCHE PACHARA I Kinnporsche Ep 5
#kinnporsche#kinnporsche the series#kinnporche the series#porsche pachara#apo nattawin#zzarchive#i normally tag darlings but im going to think out loud a bit so ill spare you <3 if you do happen to see and read this. im so sorry sahjksdh#do ignore really. its late and idk what im saying anyway. maybe i;ll properly talk about this someday but this is just real fast real simple#so i dont forget#okay so. anyways. this took me so long. was very hard and weirdly confronting and cianshine if you happen to see this. i got through it!!!!#also had like three breakdowns but were ignoring that#anyways. onto the episode#when i first saw this ep it was so ridiculously confronting and jarring and i didnt know what to do with it all tbh. but making this set#really forced me to properly look at him so now i have even more thoughts#and the thing with this episode is#it is obviously very different from the first couple of eps and there is this clear shift in tone that is so deliberately put there#and its like this punch in the gut. this wake up call#and throughout this episode he just appears to be so so lost#he doesnt know what to do with these feelings. doesnt know what to properly make of them and you see it in literally everything he does#he is so obviously affected by it all but refuses to let it show because what good will it do#but then he also gets punished and then its not just him being lost#there is this clear sense of anger and betrayal#whats interesting about traumatic situations-idk what to call it so were going with that-is that its usually not just the actual situation#that fucks with you. it is the aftermath of it all that plays such a pivotal part in how you come out of it#and tbh i feel like that is vey much the case for porsche#because yes he is so confused about the whole situation. but then everything afterwards just leaves him with this clear sense of betrayal#and anger. and so he acts on those feelings. feelings he knows#but it just backfires and all he is left with is more hurt#but the second time theyre on his home ground and there is such a shift in power that was so necessary for this to work. but then they get#interrupted by dumbass men who go: boo time to die so that's the end of this i guess
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istanbulite · 7 months
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There it is
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flower-zombie-rob · 1 year
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Welcome to day one of how many times can my mother tear me down and destroy my confidence in one go. How many days will this go on? Im not sure! Tune in next time for a brand new episode of Taking Advantage Of My Kids Rejection Sensitivity, youre watching the disney channel.
#Sometimes I really do just honestly kind of hate her. I know it's a horrible thing to say about one's parents who care for them but it's#true. With the way that she treats me and criticises me and takes every advantage of a chance to tear me down it just really hurts all the#time. I can't criticise her because she ll fly off the handle at me and say how many things she does for me that i dont apreciate enough#But for her she can say as many times as she wants that she doesn't like my hair and she doesn't like the way I dress and she doesn't like#This the way I look and she doesn't like the way I stand and she doesn't like the things I say and she doesn't like my beliefs#She can say she doesn't like my tone of voice and that she doesn't like the way i stress out about things and im not allowed to say#A negative word about her in edgeways when she's allowed to tear me down on a constant basis and make me hate myself. As someone who really#Struggles with a lot of self loathing problems and self hatred she really does just rip into me with no restraint constantly. She knows#That I suffer with some serious rejection sensitive dysphoria that I am trying to get therapist help for and she still has no restraint#When it comes to criticising me and everything I am and everything I like. And she has the goal to do this thing where she is kind of peer#Pressures me into agreeing with the things that she says which in turn just makes me consolidate those horrible beliefs about myself in my#own head. If I don't agree with her criticism of me I can't just say so I have to not along with her and affirm to myself that those#Things are true. That I don't like my own hair that I don't like my face and my makeup and my clothes. That my preferences are wrong and#That I dress too androgynously. That I could never experiment with things like pronouns or gender and that I have to agree with societally#Homophobic undertoned things that she says because I can't bare to have her criticise me again and again and again for critisising her.#I can't do this anymore it makes me dread every time she comes into my room to talk to me about some new thing she doesn't like about me. I#And constantly stressing about how much people dislike me and how annoying I am#And the fact that I'm literally hiding the things that I want to wear from her so i can put them on when i get away from her and yet she#she will still get upset if I criticise her for making me literally hate myself on a regular basis. she wont beleive me and she'll be#Confused if I have a belief that doesn't match hers and she'll get so excited when I even possibly hint at doing something to my appearance#that she likes and knows I don't. I worry wake for comic corner she wouldn't shut up about how much my hair looks really good in a style i#dont want to cut it. If I dress in a way that's openly queer she ll act like I'm going to get#and i quote “the wrong kind of attention” Because she thinks that me even possibly being misgendered because of my clothing is a#disgusting crime and that I should be the perfect Barbie doll pink pretty princess she always wanted her children to be. She wants me to be#Someone that I can't be comfortably and she's essentially forcing me to fit this mould of her preferred child. Which obviously makes me#Despise who I am and hate my own interests and style. And as horrible and hurtful as it is to say this#I can't wait to get away from her.#sigh#vent#harsh morning
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berryblu-soda · 24 days
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me: hm yeah i need to finish 2 weeks worth of asignments by midnight and i am nowhere near done, i should prooobably start stressing out now :/
also me: *seriously considers opening up kofi so she can save up for an electrical saw to bribe her brother into making her a canonically accurate wooden sword * *furiously googling things*
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weirdopponent · 1 year
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Today she is red. Glazed in impatient strokes of mine, a gift, red like cremation, like the still-living coals.
She bows her head, a lamb, and allows me to touch her face. She shakes, but is not flinching. "I don't have to do it like this."
Grace does not say anything. Grace pushes into my hands, till they curve under her jaw. Till I can feel the shape of her skull. Till I can time the pace of blood running through her heart. She knows it was a lie - no one else will be able to love her like this, as she is, as she will be.
I break her into pieces.
I dismantle her. I smash her with my open palm until she becomes a formless crumple, blood blooming slowly with each strike. Her dark hair I hack off with safety scissors like gravestones crumbling in bad weather. Her clothes I burn in the industrial furnace - nothing I can keep, so ash it all will be.
The rest is all artifice - I do not change her skin. I open it, step inside it, wearing it, I become her. I wear a too-tight sports bra that makes my ribs ache, each breath restrained against the form, precious. And with the right shirt - it almost looks like me. The memory of her lies crumpled at my feet, an unceremonious death. It hurts like nothing else could hurt, to outlive your daughter. But that's no problem of mine.
Today I am red. My nail polish is chipping, stains the cuticles like blood. Mother looks at me like it is blood, like Grace's body lies crumpled on my feet, instead of in the lines of mine. "I am the only way she could be."
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nerves-nebula · 2 years
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Can you please explain the queens death?? Im confused
explain? how am i supposed to explain? she died.
she's dead. she is no longer living. she shunted off this mortal coil. she went to the bad doggy barn. she kicked the bucket. her deeds finally caught up with her. she passed. she is deceased. she gave up the ghost. her soul slipped away. she breathed her last breath. she didn't make it. she's in a worse place now. she met her maker (satan). she is resting in piss. she has returned to ashes.
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teddiibear444 · 1 month
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Whenever I try to talk to ppl I feel like a caveman... completely uncivilized, uneducated,& unsocialized like just an idiot who's aggressively trying to ppl please but I don't actually know what to do or how to talk to ppl. I just... ugh idk
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hm
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quettasecond · 11 months
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hqmillioncorn · 8 months
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FFXIVWrite Day twenty: Hamper
“Enshroud?” Babycorn blinked. “Um…I was told to not let my Voidsent take over my body.” Many people had told her this. Not to mention that one of Babycorn’s biggest fears was losing control of herself. A fear that had already come true numerous times already. She had no plans in letting it happen again. “Oh no, no! I would never!” Raspberry assured her, “All I would do is let you borrow some of my energy and that would give you a boost.” She paused, “Or two.” Deciding that she would not wait to think about the ramifications of receiving Voidsent energy, Babycorn jumped into action. “Then what are we waiting for?! Let’s try it!” 
“Oooh…This is bad…” 
Babycorn poked the horns that had parted their way past her bright colored hair. Her hair color was a sharp contrast to the dark color of her new horns. “Why did they have to show up today?” 
Babycorn was going to be busy today! Today was the day that she was going to go out shopping with Hanabi and Lunya! They had been planning this for days now! She didn’t have time to hide under the bed, embarrassed about her newly sprouted horns. 
“I didn’t even use enshroud that much yesterday!” Babycorn paused and turned to the backpack sitting on her bed. “Hungstla? I wasn’t transformed that long yesterday was I?!” 
The purple backpack couldn’t actually answer her. It didn’t know how to talk. Not only that it was a little nervous to admit that Babycorn had actually spent almost half the day yesterday in her enshrouded form. 
Though to Babycorn it had felt more like five minutes because of the whole being hopped up on Voidsent energy thing. 
Hungstla used its small little arms that doubled as straps to give Babycorn a vague shrug.
“Awwwugh…” While that didn’t really help at all, Babycorn could never be mean to Hungstla. “Thanks Hungstla…” This was mostly her fault anyway. The person she was most mad at was herself for being so reckless with her enshroud form. 
“Or maybe I should be mad at Raspberry about it. She’s the one who didn’t tell me about these stupid side-effects!” Babycorn grabbed a soft pillow from a pile and threw it on the floor, she stomped on it not once, not twice, but a grand total of three times. 
Part of her wondered if she was getting too flustered about this.
But that part of her was quickly snuffed out by the other part of Babycorn that just knew that going outside in public looking like this was going to get her a bunch of unwanted attention from a bunch of strangers. 
Maybe they would even point and laugh at her. Then who knows what else.
Would her friends also…?
Babycorn shook her head. That had done it! 
There was no way she was going out like this!
Babycorn stormed over to her desk in a huff. She was glad she had invested in a small mirror to place in her room. She had initially bought it to see if she could practice applying make-up on her face just like some of her friends did but now it was working to check for any irregularities that appeared on her after some of her Reaper adventures. 
Panic began to rise in her chest when she noticed a few splotches of the color orange around her now yellow eyes. “...Don’t tell me…” Her enshrouded form had one blue eye and one orange eye for some reason. Maybe her Voidsent gave it to her? 
But Raspberry’s only eye was orange in color. Where had the other color come from then? 
It would have been absolutely great to ask Raspberry herself about this. Except for the very inconvenient fact that she had left a note earlier for Babycorn telling her that she would be out running errands for the day. 
“What kinda errands does a Voidsent need to run anyway?!” 
Babycorn had screamed the question to the heavens for anyone to answer if they so pleased. 
Hungstla looked around to see if anyone was going to answer. Most of the dolls and toys around the room were just as confused as it was. All Hungstla could offer was a comforting shoulder tap from all the way across the room with its strangely long arms. 
While Babycorn secretly wondered if Voidsent needed to go grocery shopping she decided to take a seat on one of Cherrypit’s little macaron seats he had once flooded their room with. As soon as she tried to sit down she realized she had sat down on something.
Not only that, she had also felt the pain of something sitting on her. 
“No…Don’t tell me…” 
Babycorn immediately stood up and ran around in a circle. She looked a lot like a dog that was trying to catch their own tail. Which was closer to the truth than Babycorn would have liked. 
To her horror, she now had a pink tail. With what looked like a heart at the end of it. “Uuwabwubaubauwbauw……”
She didn’t know what was worse, having a tail itself or that it reminded her of a fruit gummy and she wanted to bite down on it. Which she knew would probably hurt but the temptation was there all the same. “I can’t believe this…” 
Not only did she have horns and a weird color in her eyes but now she had a tail too?! 
There might as well have been a giant glowing sign above her saying something like ‘Stay away from the Monster’ It wasn’t like she was going to actually hurt anyone while shopping for shoes but experience had proved to her that she didn’t even need to look at someone wrong for them to chase after her with a knife or something.
‘You don’t have time to worry about that!’ Babycorn thought to herself. It was true she really didn’t!! 
Because at that moment, to Babycorn’s horror, there was a knock on the door. 
“Eep.” Babycorn moved to hide under her bed as quickly as she could. 
Though she was hiding, the knocking persisted. “Babycorn? Are you in there?” It was Hanabi’s voice, “We’re almost ready to head out! Are you still coming?” Hanabi knew that Babycorn wasn’t the biggest fan of shopping to begin with so it wasn’t surprising for her to change her mind at the last minute sometimes.
But this time she really wanted to go!!
“I-I’m coming!” Babycorn squeaked, “Just gimme a minute…!” 
“Take your time then! We’ll be waiting outside!” Babycorn could hear the smile in Hanabi’s voice. 
Babycorn didn’t want to keep her friends waiting for too long but she knew by now that it usually took an entire day for her horns to go away. Now that she had a tail and some weird other side effects-who knew how long it would take for those to go away too?!
Normally she could just wear a really tall hat or something to hide the horns but how was she going to hide the rest?! All this panicking was really starting to make her brain hurt. There must be something in her room that could help her…
Looking around the room Babycorn could only spot a few snacks that were thrown around the room. Mostly because she hadn’t eaten lunch yet and she was hungry, so that’s what her attention was being drawn to. “Maybe a cookie or two will help me think?” Babycorn stood up from under the bed and grabbed more than two cookies to stuff into her mouth. 
As she munched and crunched she kept looking around. The cookies weren’t doing much to help at first, until her eyes wandered onto her and Cherry’s laundry hamper. It was still full of unwashed clothes that Babycorn never remembered to wash. 
“That’s it!” Throwing just a few more cookies in her mouth, Babycorn ran over to the laundry hamper and turned it over, letting all the dirty clothes fall onto the floor. 
It was just the right size too! Just shorter than her by a few ilms. “Wait.” Babycorn turned the hamper in a circle, taking note that while it was the perfect size-it was missing a place for her eyes to peek through. 
So she did what any normal person would do and asked for her talking and probably demonic backpack to bite some holes through it. When Hungstla was done the laundry hamper was now equipped with two perfectly circular eye holes. Babycorn beamed, “Ooooh! It’s perfect Hungstla! Thank you!!” 
The backpack gave a little wiggle of happiness in response. 
“Okay! Let’s do this!” Babycorn tossed the laundry hamper in the air and stood still to let it land on her. It did land on her but on the wrong side, which just caused it to bump her on her head. “O-Ow!” She staggered for a bit but since it was just an empty hamper it wasn’t enough to knock her out. 
Babycorn picked up the hamper again after realizing it had landed just a bit behind her. “Okay. Uh, now let’s do this.” This time to avoid anymore bumps to the head Babycorn decided just to flip it over and put the hamper on. Now that she was wearing it (and could even see out of it!) Babycorn walked over to her small mirror to see if it was working.
To her delight it was covering most of her! Except for her eyes and her legs. “Hmmm…” Her eyes were still weird looking but maybe no one would notice? “I’ll just tell them I spilled orange juice in my eyes. Yeah! That’ll work!” Babycorn danced around in place. 
She was so sooooooooo smart!!
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dannysboi · 8 months
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i want to eat your ass- but like- emotionally- to help the mentals- like in a non-sexual platonic ass eating- just like- a friendly friend helping a friend- like a-
Like a HOMIE
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m0e-ru · 2 years
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2008~ ps2 p4 era will always be intriguing to me as someone who didnt really uh. experience that time of p4. I mean yeah it’s humbling without all the new quality of life golden has but it’s certainly a different flavor that I can appreciate. yeah there’s no marie or adachi sl or okina or a better shuffle system ect ect but it’s so charming trying to mimic the experience youd have with it within its prime time. the graphics are different the 4:3 ratio is cozy to me chie and teddie’s voice actors are different and it’s a bit easier to actually focus on the murder mystery at hand without all the pop and add-ons golden throws at you.
the fog is … so hard to see through with the limitations of the ps2. the rain and particles and transparency of the system is something so. entrancing . the dull colors and general color scheme here actually brings home the vibe p4 was trying to bring home, i like to think. golden has its own charms and is something so much brighter than ps2 version. a mod that would try to mimic the original ps2 release within golden itself wouldnt really give you that same experience at all. it felt a bit distracting but im still glad golden is a thing
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while i cant say the same for p4 and golden, i have played p5 on the ps3 all the way back in 2017 and playing royal was like wow wowww wowww wowwww <- unsure if they mean it affectionately but they cant deny it was a fun experience. yoshizawa? maruki? yal being shoved aside for some. freak (azathoth). this kid? (jose) lavenza screentime? small potatoes?
i dont know where im going with this honestly but as a persona fan i think it's nice to take the time to play both versions of the game because i assure you they all have different charms and vibes and something to appreciate
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