#i needed to let this out

[rmuntitled]

guys i'm so obsessed with pitbabe and everything about pitbabe that's getting me sick in the head i'm tiredd i think about them at least 10 times a day and all the content we're getting still isn't enough i need something else to fill this void idk maybe a 2nd season could fix me

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On Land and Sea, Is Where We Embrace

(Mario x Mermaid AU ending)

Sorry I could not resist 🤭 This is a fic for my ending of my Mario x Mermaid AU. Takes some inspiration from The Little Mermaid. I know it's a bit early to show off it off, but for this particular moment, I could not get it out of my head for various reasons! Hope you all enjoy.

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The day was won, but so much uncertainty still hung in the air.

Mario gazed longingly at the princess on the beach as she spoke to Toadsworth, his smooth red tail lazily dipped in the water. His rock perch was the closest that he could get without being seen.

But he wanted to.

Luigi stayed in the water, pressed up against the same rock as he looked up at his brother. He felt the hurt that Mario was feeling, and yet his heart also wanted to tell him that this was all for the best. But he knew that it was not what Mario wanted.

Their parents watched the scene from some ways off.

"She did save the boys from that monster", said Mia, as she looked at her husband.

Pio sighed.

"I know I've been a fool. All this time, I just wanted to keep them safe. But I realise now that I needed to let them choose their own paths."

He raised his hands slowly, and cupped them downwards at the water, sending a golden ripple of his magic towards his eldest son.

As soon as the light came into contact with his tail, Mario jumped up, feeling a warm tingling slowly transforming his appendage. He gasped, as his tail was once again transformed back (now painlessly) into a pair of legs.

The smile that radiated from his face was one of pure joy, and he looked up at his father with such gratitude, unable to even speak through his emotions.

Pio just smiled and nodded. This choice was now his son's alone.

Mario immediately leapt off the rock and swam towards the beach as fast as he could. Peach heard the splash, and raced down to find Mario emerging as a fully formed human. She smiled so wide, and ran up to embrace him.

And then as Mario held her tight he felt a pang in his chest. Looking back, he saw Luigi had followed to the water's edge, cautiously trying to stay back, but with a look of longing that stung Mario to the core.

He ran back, not even caring that he couldn't graciously enter the water anymore, and pulled his brother into a tight hug.

"I know this is what you want", said Luigi softly. "We'll be fine."

Mario shook his head.

"I'll come back here", he choked. "To this beach. Every single day. And we can hang out together. Just like always."

Both felt the tears on each other's shoulders.

"Just be happy", said Luigi.

That was all that he could say, and what either of them could say as they held each other for what felt like the longest moment of their lives.

Mia looked at Pio. Her husband nodded, and sent a ripple of magic again. This time towards Luigi.

By this time, Mario had untangled himself from Luigi's arms (his mind and body fighting against it the whole time) and had begun to turn away when Peach gasped.

He saw her pointing, and whipped his head around just in time to catch sight of Luigi being surrounded by their father's magic. The light grew brighter, until it vanished just as quickly, and Luigi's tail was gone.

Trembling slightly, Mario watched as his brother sat up and pushed himself up from the sand, revealing that he too was now standing on his own pair of legs. The three of them could only stare in wonder. And only after that Mario was running again to catch Luigi in his arms, as his younger brother took a shaky step and then instantly fell forward.

"It's a lot harder than it looks", Mario laughed. His emotions coming back in full.

Luigi chuckled through his tears, and breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to his brother's.

They heard Peach approaching. Mario looked back at her and smiled. He stepped back and took his brother's hand in his, gently guiding him away from the water.

"I believe you two have met?", Mario chortled.

The three of them laughed together and shared a hug.

It was all ok now. Their new lives were just beginning.

[meykothecatt]

I'm SO sorry for this one

[nimilla]

I'm tired, too...

But I don't want to give up.

I don't want to...

Not again. Not anymore...

I will thrive and become better as a person and as an artist. Even if people and life throw rubbish at me, I will move forward, leave the bad things behind me and create positivity for others and myself. Being a human, this is a struggle to achieve since we have too many emotions that put us down. Negative emotions mostly... That is what evil wants... And I will fight it.

Nonetheless,

I will thrive... 🌱

I will try my best!! ^^

If you somehow see this, thank you. Let me tell you, you're an angel! May you be blessed with much good energy in your journey in life! ♥️

[ineffag-swag]

[theroyalmisfitmess]

Since we are on the topic of an actual wedding possibly happening on The Bear, imagine a wholeass episode where Richie tries to have dinner with Tiff and her fiancé for the sake of their daughter. We can see Richie be a good dad and with much dismay finally let Tiff go. It’s gonna be heartbreaking and an emotional rollercoaster to watch but fuck I really wanna see Tiff get all sentimental about Richie and their daughter even if she knows they shouldn’t get back together.

Also a small part of me does want Richie and Tiff to get back together even if I know it’s impossibly realistic. Their “I love you” phone call had me sad and sobbing and it’s nearly impossible to get me at that state. I just can’t find the emotional side of me.

[hoshibait]

saw a spm shitpost thing and this came to me in a horrible flash

[alpacacare-archive]

thinking about gaster. would you like to join me

This is how i imagined you saying that

Also YES PLEASE do you ever think about how out of place papyrus's upper case speech is in undertale even in the king papyrus ending at his worst he still speaks in upper case and do you ever think about jevil only speaking in upper case ever and how the only characters who speak in upper case constantly are papyrus jevil and gaster anyway did you know that in chapter 2 in the classroom segment at the start berdly is quoting a tale of two cities which is a book about a scientist who was imprisoned in the French Revolution for 18 years coming back to his daughter who presumed he was dead and do you ever think about the amalgamates going back to their families at the end of pacifist despite being mangled and melted and never their old self again and do you ever think about the amount of times gaster thanks us when he meets us despite the small amount of times that had happened he still thanks us after anything we do and do you ever think about how he calls noelle kris and Susie wonderful people even when susie and Kris are wonderful but in an unconventional way and do you ever think about how you cant get the egg on the weird route and how none of the songs related to the route are written in his usual upper case way in the files despite his motif showing up in some of them as if he is connected to the concept in some way but is against it and did not expect us to do it and do you ever think about flashback_excerpt the track that plays after the weird route in the hospital when noelle is talking to herself and despite it being called flashback its not a flashback and its a part of a whole track called flashback and do you ever think about how it has the most obvious gasters motif in the whole game and do you ever think about how he pronounced favor in the British way on twitter

[unterrible]

Grieving someone who never existed is hard. It has been 8 months but I’m still grieving the loss of someone I really loved and cared about. And it’s taking longer because I have to go through a long process of coming to terms with the fact that they never truly loved me or cared about me. No one who claims to love me would ever treat me the way I was treated. He was one person in the beginning of the relationship and then suddenly 5 months in, he was completely different. I spent the remainder of the relationship frantically trying to get the old him back but that version of him wasn’t real. It was a mask. This new version was the real him. Manipulative, deceitful, dishonest/untrustworthy, disloyal, selfish, emotionally abusive, disrespectful, controlling, and cold. I never suffered from panic attacks before but I started having them, and still do whenever I get an emotional flashback or remember what he put me through. My hair was falling out like crazy. My dentist told me that I have muscle sticking out from my jaw because I had been clenching my jaw so much from anxiety and built muscle from it. And my therapist told me that I most likely have PTSD. The amount of pain this person caused me is heartbreaking. I hung on because I thought it was my fault since he’d say that it was me causing issues so I tried to fix myself. I did lots of research so that I could be the best me for him. I kept telling myself that he was just going through a tough time and that he had some unhealed wounds. But even if that were true, that was still no excuse to treat me the way that he did. I know that now. I never want to feel like that again. I didn’t deserve any of that. I deserved better. I deserved to feel loved and safe.

[islandofthemisfittoy]

This sort of just turned into a ramble/rant, but I'm gonna post it anyway because atleast then I can finally feel like I've told someone, and they actually care so... 🤷

Growing up there was a period where I thought characters in books couldn't be black. Not because I tought there was something wrong with black characters in books, there just were none in the books i read, so I didn't think it was something that happened.

Now, if I'm being perfectly honest, I did, and still do, have a tendancy to forget character descriptions, or make my own image of the characters that just overpower whatever descriotion is given, so some of this might be my own fault. But (almost) everyone around me were white, the overwhelming majority of the characters in the books I red were white, and the ones who weren't described as any specific race were always asumed to be white, so as a kid I assumed that unless it was made abundantly clear that a character was, indeed, not white, they had to be white.

I think this might be why I loved, and still do love, movies and tv shows so much, because there is nodoubt wether or not a character is black. And even tough I didn't have many movies or shows growing up, I loved the ones I did have with a passion.

Kids would talk about who the best princess was based on their stories and love interrests, and I woul have already chosen Tiana, because she looked like me. I would love wactching Jessie and Shake It Up, because there was one character in each of those shows that looked like me. When I discovered Fresh Prince Of Belair it felt like I discovered a whole new world.

I honestly know what the point is, or if there even is any. I don't know if this makes sense, and maybe I said something stupid and now seem like an idiot, but it's just something I've been thinking about for a while, and I don't feel like I can share this with anyone I know because I feel like they'll think I'm stupid, or make fun of me. And they definitely won't understand.

Idk. People say kids don't see race, and I guess that was true for me to, in the sense that I didn't care what race people were. I wouldn't like someone less because of their race. But I would like them more, maybe not real people, but a character that looked like me would always make me want to watch a tv show or see a movie, because not judging someone based on their race and know that I'm different than most people around me aren't the same, and when when someone made me feel a little less different, a little more the same, that ment the world to me... and it still does.

Ok, I have oficially no clue what I'm talking about anymore, and at this point I'm just rambling, so i'm gonna stop now. I just watched Into the Spiederverse and yeah... IDK.

[attercopus]

someday, your head will lay cradled on the lap of an imam who tells you that you pray with the same hands as your mother and recite with the same dedication as your father, and you will be that boy you were that day. wiping your tears as you clutch their prayer mats so your sorrows do not stain into the fabric. you will wipe your tears again, so they do not drip into his fabrics and he will kiss your head--- and he will tell you that your tears are not vessels for filth. and you will always be that boy who cries; with great love for all your anguish.

[clockworkstarlight]

i really need to stop imagining intermission or oc stuff with vocaloid music its Not Helping!

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

On JKR and HP:

The terfy stuff I could mostly overlook, because at the time the terf shit first happened I kinda had a similar view. Not 100%, but there were some things that bugged me.

But I grew, I saw how awful and problematic those ideas were. I changed my mind, my views, so why couldn't she?

So that's why up until now I've stayed neutral on it, because I hoped so badly she would do what I did.

Cause I'll be blunt and own it. My early 20s, I'm ashamed to say I was a terf. Looking back, I honestly can't deny it. I can't get around it. I was. I'm so, so fucking ashamed of that now.

But I grew.

I went full, rabid trans ally/supporter so I was waiting and hoping so fucking badly JKR would eventually do the same thing. But now........ now I can't hope that anymore. She's gone full, hateful undeniable transphobe and it goes without saying I cannot fucking support that. It would be a downright betrayal.

I hoped so fucking badly this day wouldn't come, but it has and I'm fucking devastated. I know my BPD is blowing the emotions out of proportion, but that doesn't stop me from feeling it.

Right now I'm lost in the memory of being 14 standing behind my bald mom at the computer, watching her spend a hundred bucks she didn't have on the thing I wanted most (the full hardcover boxed HP book set - it was $100~ in 2008), that she knew I would carry with me long after she was gone. Something she wanted me to remember her by after she was gone.

I'm remembering all of that right now, I'm remembering HER and how badly she wanted to live long enough to see the last movie made. (She didn't, she died in between 5 and 6).

It ties me intrinsically not only to her, but to the short amount of good time we had together, when I got over all my anger and we could just enjoy being together again.

So right now I'm sitting here, devastated and fucking sobbing. Because it was never just a story to me, it was a part of me as a human being. It's a symbol of the last good days I had with my mother before she died and before the last of my innocence died with her.

[xionandpluto14]

himmm! 😊😊😊

[gabetheunknown]

i like labels that define me for who I am so much? so many people reply with 'ah you don't need to label yourself! who cares!'

I care. I'd rather label myself a weirdly specific kind of asexual than not understanding why I feel the way I feel and feeling 'broken'

I rather label myself non binary than 'im just myself' and then secretly hating myself for not following any 'normal binary rules' and never fitting in

I need labels

I need to understand myself and labels have always given me a push in the right direction until I can let go and breathe

[moonlightflutes]

I hate the song I'm just Ken. It annoyed me ever since I first heard it back in July. It is ridiculous that it won a award. I don't care. I am a hater. If I'm just Ken has no haters I'm dead. The song is probably just supposed to be satire but it rubs me the wrong way. Especially with all the people that latched onto the song.