Ytcat123 - Mic The Silly Goober

this is fucking hilarious and reminds me of my own unfinished fics

Writing prompt

Someone’s best friend gets kidnapped by a villain and they have to pay a lot of money to get their friend back. They decide to save their friend from this dangerous villain and when they arrive at the villain’s lair the villain ends up being the shittiest villain ever who only argues with their sidekick and doesn’t even know how to be a villain. Bonus points if the villain and side kick are together and the villain is an angry gremlin while the sidekick is the chillest person ever who actually didn’t even agree on doing this in the first place.

Your sentence is what, Speaker? Over :3

As a lactose intolerant who also hates having to watch my diet but doesn’t actually start their pants when they eat dairy products I wholeheartedly agree with Broomer. 

Ah yes, I’d like me some fuckering lights

Whoever decided to ship Charlotte and Amelia, I hope they’re having a life with nothing but happiness and peace. 

Wattpad pog.

yes

Part 2 of my object show memes (also very old)

IM ON THE FLOORRRRR I LOVE THIS

"robots can't get pregnant" NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE‼️‼️‼️‼️ CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK

(based on a post I saw many of my moots reblog XD just ignore me)

I made a poem

I was feeling some complicated emotions regarding grief, emotions around grief, and other stuff. My grandma died on May 17th last year and I was feeling some confusion around all these feelings so yeah. Okay here’s the poem:

Blanket of grief

Grief, it’s complicated It feels so heavy Like a heavy blanket wrapped around your body It cuts so deep Like a knife going right for the heart It stings so bad Like a bunch of needles pricking your very soul It hits so hard Like a freight train going at full speed And hitting your spirit, which is stuck on the tracks At full force, without mercy It hurts, it hurts so much

And yet, as I’m starting to move on As the grief becomes less and less fresh As I’m starting to get used to the new normal A weird part of me, a twisted part of me, even Kind of misses it

A part of me misses the blanket The heavy blanket of grief The heavy blanket of empty sadness The heavy pressure on my soul Part of me finds comfort in the empty hollowness The deep sorrow my soul experienced While having that heavy blanket wrapped around itself

Part of me misses the knife The knife that cut through my heart at every memory I remembered Every memory of her The knife I tried to avoid by distracting myself The knife of truth, a painful truth, I tried to dodge Even though that only made the cuts bigger, the pain worse

Part of me misses the needles The needles that would prick my soul The needles which poked and taunted me from within The needles that came with each guilty thought, each unanswered question The needles of guilt and confusion, which I didn’t know how to deal with back then The guilt and confusion plaguing my very self at random

Sometimes, the freight train hits me again That’s the only thing I can’t really miss Not yet, at least It’s less bad, it hits less hard Less noticeable than when it was still new and fresh But it is there It hits with anything that reminds me of her It hits as I imagine what it would be like if she was still here Only to remember that she isn’t Not anymore The freight train brings the missed feelings back It comes with the blanket of sadness, knife of truth and needles of guilt and confusion Even though they’re all less heavy Less hard to deal with Less hard to swallow pills

I don’t know why I miss the fresh days of grief I didn’t like those times at all And still, an odd part of me Feels drawn to them Like a nostalgic memory I miss the blanket, even though it’s better that I learn to sleep without it I miss the knife, even though it’s good my heart is healing I miss the needles, even though it’s good that I’m hurting less What’s going on with me?

Feel free to comment and give your opinion on it but please don’t be mean, as this is a vent poem.