ive ALWAYS been someone who finds comfort in the fucked up / completely morally reprehensible characters , and while I'm a big advocate for "let the villains just be villains evil is so sexy they don't need to be soft and uwu-y" I do want to run a nice hot bath for homie and gently hand wash blood and guts from his hair and wrap him up burrito style in the fluffiest towels and blankets vought has to offer and make him a glass of warm milk and snuggle and babytalk that evil bastard . like straight up, the same way one would speak to a little kitten because that is what he is to me. in my brain he is one of those newborn kittens all skinny and skrunkly with big stupid eyes and teeny squeaky pathetic little mews and FUCK i hate him I wanna take his face between both hands so gentle and jsut nuzzle my nose with his nose and rub his scalp and BODYSLAM HIM out the window of seven tower. I love him. my point being thanks for driving me more insane please keep doing what you do
if we weren't meant to want to wipe his tears and kiss his forehead and cleanse him of his trauma in a warm bubble bath while also wanting to shunt him into the trash compactor, why the fuck would he look like this
AND this?
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congrats on the fursona
Thank you I think it's super neat and I'm not ashamed !!!!! i embrace the fact that i wanted to know what i looked like as a rat!!
(By @earlgrayart )
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sandra lynn’s dating history now includes:
the most red-flag, gaslighting, married guy who became a world renowned insidious televangelist and ruined her perception of love and self-worth
the saddest, wettest, cardboard-box-living, yogurt covered man with an ancient hereditary curse of bad luck
the arch devil of gluttony and living embodiment of insatiable desire and hunger
a former drug addict, high school student councillor, werewolf, who’s probably the most mentally healthy person to ever exist
sexy pirate
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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