My Readers, Wondering Where The New Chapter Is:

The guy talking about “bitchass cope” as if pretending that your health is entirely within your control isn’t cope for feeling powerless and afraid of an unpredictable future

I finally understand how reblogging is supposed to work. I get it now, I never needed to wait until I “deserved” to reblog stuff and had interesting things to say

Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.

Karlach ⚔️❤️‍🔥🔥

What was I on

the the crushing weight of our own looming mortality is what both drives us to live and makes us want to give up and natural selection means that people with genetic illness shouldn’t have children and if the government did fake the moon landing then what was the point of the space race other then to gain meaning in this meaningless life that we can only attain through cheating and not gaining anything at all and yet the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell but we’ve never needed that information and it’s been burned into out heads over and over for years so Michel Obama is rumored to be a man meaning that society’s faith in the one true god, shaggy, is no longer strong enough to hold the fabric of this reality together thus we collide with others and that’s why the Mandela Effect is putting chemicals in the water to turn the freaking frogs gay but a study showed that wasn’t true but the study was made by the people turning the frogs gay so it didn’t count… In conclusion: black beans are full of protein so they’re good to eat during an existential crisis

A dystopian future story except instead of it being about teenagers joining a secret underground rebel organization they join a not so organized kind of pirate society because the planet is covered in water cuz climate change or something it doesn’t matter. Anyways the pirate thing is basically just individual groups that don’t really cooperate but they’re mostly neutral to each other because they’re against the dystopian society leaders and “the enemy’s my enemy is my friend” except there’s infighting because some are leaning more towards terrorists and some are like noble or whatever

I was made to love you, and yet,

Inspired by this observation by a friend:

screenshot to see ur nickname!

Red Skies at Morning Google Docs Link

Super janky formatting but this is the link to my one singular fanfiction that I've put way too much time and effort into:

Google Docs

Red Skies at Morning Mega Doc

Part 1 Ch 1 I Meet Clifford’s Ugly Cousin Look, I was told that if I wanted to sell my account of the Second Titan War fo

Imagine a sitcom that’s only a really boring slice of life thing for half a season and then suddenly half the cast dies as nuclear war breaks out and the rest of the normal 18 seasons sitcoms span for is the surviving cast desperately trying to survive the nuclear fallout while keeping life as close to normal as before with their everyday shenanigans but the laugh track is gone it’s it painfully obvious they don’t really remember how life was before and that’s why they act so weird.

Reblogging this (or whatever the hell it’s probably the fifth time I’ve logged into Tumblr, idk what the fuck I’m doing) just so I can see it again

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