#chaos typed stuff

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

Thinking about how at Neil’s funeral at the school, all Mr. Nolan says about Neil is

“He was a fine student, one of Welton’s best”

Nothing about his contagious joy, his loyalty to his friends, his passion for acting, his spark that helped Todd be more alive. How utterly glowing with positivity he was even when things were hard.

Just a good student, nothing more.

Neil played the role of the diligent son in the unfair game that after he lost, he was only remembered by his score.

And maybe that’s why Charlie didn’t sing, because he knew the funeral wasn’t for Neil. It was for the student he was trying to be.

[smolwriter]

if I create another wip, would that get me out of my writing slump or would that just make me even more lazy and get a lot more writers block?

[moonpie016]

— — —

Whole (He/him)

Soul (He/they/it/she)

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There are many songs I could put with this. But not now.

IT’S THEM! It’s themmmmmmmm. I realized they are wearing the same jacket. (I did that on purpose but kinda forgot. I just finished Whole today. I’m so tired. But that’s not what this is about!!!!!)

Everything I’ve written about them is still the same. But now including the mask. The mask is a safety for Soul, yet also shackles hiding his actual feelings.

{Wear it when they’re fighting}. {Wear it to not ruin the mood.} They also wear it when talking to Whole, why? I honestly don’t know. But I guess to seem like they are fine, even to themself. Hiding the feeling that there is something wrong, but that’s not important. Or seen as important. Denying it. I gave the mood ring to Whole, it made sense than Soul having it. Soul still cares deeply for its vessel. Whole, however….feels indifferent. How can a piece of yourself love you so much, when you feel down all the time. Like everything is just THERE.

Whole’s going through the motions. He’s existing, but he’s not living.

He doesn’t want to do anything. — — —

Anyways. Yeah I don’t know what else I can say.

But enjoy.

(Color references and them separately underneath)

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[penelope-is-waiting]

Ooc: ngl sometimes I feel like we should all have a group chat to be able to discuss things privately lmao

[cosmocove]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

yo if u like tf2 stuff send rqs to my fanfic blog!! :D

hey! I’m back from hiatus so pls feel free to send headcanon requests!

[sainteclectic]

i beg of thee cat petre mind 🙏🙏🙏

smug kitty

[drgnbld]

I'm here. I'm queer. what do I owe

[nexus-nebulae]

does anyone have like. things to say/show to a little who is in Emotional Distress and can't get out of it (he's like 9 and like,,,,, deeply traumatized,, and he hasn't been able to calm down for several days)

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

I am so trash at video games I’m gonna be real. Why do I need to play the game when I can play with the characters like dolls and make them kiss

…. Any of y’all actually ever played TF2?

…..

Because I sure haven’t :)

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

one of the things that always destroys me about Neil’s death was that it was decently into December, so Todd probably had a Christmas gift picked out for Neil that he never got to give to him

[smolwriter]

gonna bs my way into the ending of the story like the baddie i am

[echthr0s]

hey Siri at what point in Rogue Trader do I finally get to do real ass heretical shit

[iturastudios-main]

Holy shit a non creepypasta post from Itura oh boy I wonder what this one will be abo-

Things I said at work today I quoted and typed down in a random friend's discord messages so I didn't forget.

(Props to discord friend for dealing with my bs, you know who you are if you see this and you get a sticker ⭐️)

"Why do we have so many Gatorade flavors now?? This isn't Red bull! Heh, but it's red bullshit."

"I may wanna [unalive] myself somehow, but 20 bone-in wings is not the way I wanna go down"

"FUBERNUCK" [shouted at the order beeper]

[Drops gatorare] NO-! [lands on its bottom] OOOOH-

"If anyone is brave enough, can yall like gather June Bugs and give them to me in a coffee cup? It's cheaper than buying mealworms and apparently bearded dragons can safely consume June bugs"

"So I found a Gatorade flavor that needs restocked, but I don't wanna risk head trauma"

"Who do you think I am, a degenerate lazy bum who doesn't play Jenga with the Gatorade?"

And the finale (said with different emotional tones:

Three fucking steaks

Three fucking steaks

🎵three fucking STEEEAAAKS~🎵

THREE 💥 FUCKING💥 STEAKS💥

This one I'll provide context for: Some bold mf left an unopened, expired, 32$ pack of Angus steaks on top of one of the firewood stacks that we keep in between gas pumps.

And it was a FAMILY PACK-

[r0semultiverse]

Voice headcanon: Richard Horvitz or Shelby Rabara

[mbrainspaz]

I should not have a horse right now. I know that. It's the biggest universal fluke. I ended up with him because during a year when I was sick and depressed and had 8$ to my name I found some boomers' email addresses on google maps and they thought I looked trustworthy enough to babysit their ranch. 3 years later I spent every last cent in my bank account to buy a horse they'd been taking care of for a boarder who hadn't visited in 5+ years. I was still boondocking in a leaky trailer at the time. It was an insane thing to do, and I only did it to secure my place in the local horse industry (so I told myself). Did I mention this horse is a semi-retired Grand Prix trained Friesian. I didn't ask for that. I thought if I ever got a horse it would be a $1 thoroughbred or a quarter horse nobody wanted. What's even wilder is that owning a horse did get me another job. When I needed it the ever-mysterious Rich Horse Lady Network landed me a 2 year gig with free board where I was able to recoup and make more connections that dropped me back in the art/tech industry just as the last ranch job collapsed beneath me. I still can't afford a horse but for the next day, week, month, year... however long this fever dream lasts, there's not a thing I would've done differently just to have another heartbeat of this alternate timeline I hijacked where I got to live my dream—even though I can barely afford a place to live.

The way my life has been going I might never have a horse again, but I tell myself that's alright. I already had one more than I should have had.

He was born when I was 5 years old, and it could've been the same night I remember holding my black horse plushie at a sleepover and wishing with every fiber of my being that it would come to life. The magic worked. It just took me 20 years to find him.