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"i love talking about myself please ask me about myself :3" npd vs "if these people know any honest and genuine traits about me they will stone me to death in the streets" anxiety
The urge to write an angst fic about Vox that completely others him from most of hell because he's a machine, and machines become obsolete one way or the other, and someday he'll be a broken flat box in a junkyard that no one looks twice at. No one will look at it and think "there was a person in there. There was a soul that occupied that screen" Because there isn't a soul there. It's just parts. Broken thing of the past that used to shine and glitch and scream and fight desperately to stay important. But it's a box. It's been taken apart by the hungry scavengers looking for anything valuable to sell.
Was he killed by a vengeful overloard or was he left in the rain too long? Did he fight to his last breath or get a little bug in his system? Did his death have meaning or was he a slave to the wires that run through his arms like veins? Does it even matter now, when he's a broken flat box in a junkyard? Does anyone remember?
It's 1am and I need answers
Characterโs file
"i didn't like it" and "I think it wasn't well written" are different. i can personally dislike things that are not bad and i am being so brave about it
self acceptance ๐
First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
How you dying ๐
if you *really* want to try and understand psychosis, I always offer the experience of dreaming.
Almost everyone on the planet dreams, and I find it to be a perfect comparison for psychosis... Anything can happen in a dream and you don't question it. This is your reality. If you're suddenly an astronaut, you don't typically question it. If there's suddenly a dragon, you don't typically question it. A monster can crawl out of the bushes or a stranger can appear in your house. Anyone can be someone they're not. Danger can come from anywhere. A pleasant dream can easily become a nightmare.
The only difference is that you wake up in the morning and it's over. And most people don't judge you for it. When you "wake up" from psychosis, there's often shame and people judge you.
I might say comforting, logical-ish, helpful stuff to the people that vent to me, but honestly, unless you're actually, y'know, someone important, I'd probably be thinking shit like "Jesus fuck, you're pathetic", "What a loser", or "I'm literally years younger than you and you need me to feel better? Pathetic", and such. Jesus.
"noo I can't do that, people are going to think I'm self centred and annoying :(" I say while being the most self centred and annoying person to ever
stuck between an infinite loop of โi never wanna get better, i like how i amโ and โif i dont get better i will never function in societyโ
they should invent a me that doesn't feel like they're never going to amount to anything after making one minor mistake
the urge to stop trying and to let myself get worse
Zim's design in issue 16.. it's just.. it's NEAT โจ
THIS IS INCREDIBLE!! THE DESIGNS, THE COLORING??? DUDEE๐ฉท๐ฉท
but. with the png at the bottom i just had to make this,
and some other alts under cut
when nostalgia hits and it makes you SICK and DISGUSTED and you wanna DIE (i just miss the good times brah)
literally
this is actually the funniest thing i've ever made. my GOD
ALSO credits to @cholvoq cuz i used their redesign in this ๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ
Cross posting this ValAngel thing I put on twitter. Tw for abusive relationship.
Valentino with memory issues from all the years of hard drugs. He forgets where he left his phone, why he summoned his assistant, what he likes to order at restaurants. When he forgets, he gets frustrated and lashes out.
So Angel keeps track of things for him. He makes a mental note of where Val puts his keys and remembers his favorite foods. In peaceful times, he does it out of love, to dispel the lost expression on Valโs face. When things are bad, he does it to avoid Val's temper tantrums.
But he walks a tightrope. If heโs too forward with his help, Val will take offense and lash out. So Angel flirts and flatters and makes Val think everything is his idea.
โI'm hungry,โ Angel pouts cutely, because heโs noticed that Val hasn't eaten in hours and he always gets cranky when he's hungry. โTake me to that place I like?โ Itโs actually the place that Val likes, but this way he gets to feel like he's spoiling Angel. The strategy has worked well in the past. Valentino likes to feel magnanimous- as long as Angel is properly grateful, of course.
Val can't find his keys, so Angel surreptitiously sweeps them up from where he saw Val toss them earlier. He drops them onto the couch cushion nearby when Val is looking away. When he looks back, even with his poor eyesight, Val spots the keys. Crisis averted.
They get to the restaurant and slide into the booth. โWant me to read ya the menu?โ Angel asks, and he knows it's a mistake when Valโs eyes narrow. Heโs about to say that he can read the fucking menu himself, he's not blind, but Angel thinks fast.
He tilts his head and frowns down at the menu. โHang on. Is this thing in French or somethinโ? I can't read none of this.โ
Val relaxes. โYou're so stupid,โ he says affectionately. โIt's a good thing you're pretty.โ
The menu is in Spanish, not French, and Angel knows it. But he mispronounces half the words as he reads them aloud so that Val can chuckle and correct him each time.
Val orders fajitas, so Angel gets the enchiladas that Val likes. When the order arrives, Angel takes a bite and moans with pleasure. โSoooo good. Try this, daddy.โ He feeds Val a bite from his fork, and Val brightens immediately.
He tells Angel that it's just the way his grandma used to make them- a thing he's told Angel a dozen times already, but Angel doesn't remind him of that. He lets Val eat his food while he picks at Valโs abandoned fajitas.
They drink margaritas and cuddle in the booth, making fun of the waitress, gossiping about which of the restaurantโs other customers are hot enough to feature in Valโs movies.
Angel prides himself on being able to handle Valentino. He senses the slightest shifts in his moods, defuses his anger before it flares. This time, Angel navigated safely through the storm. Now he gets to enjoy Valentino at his flamboyant, affectionate best.
On days like this, it's easy to dismiss the days that didn't go well. When Angel missed a signal or failed to suppress an eyeroll, or snapped an โI know,โ after Val told him the same anecdote for the hundredth time, only realizing his mistake when Val yanked him off his feet.
When Angel lets himself be flattered by the pet names that Val murmurs into his ear, when he bites his lip when Val gets handsy with him under the table, when the bad days are the farthest thing from his mindโฆAngel has to wonder which one of them actually has a bad memory.
need a penis. NOW!!!!!
not being able to kill myself is the worst feeling
"your such a narcissist"
yu'o're**
man listening to a "song" on his "headphones" and enjoying a flavored handheld "snack": i am waiting for a "walk signal" to cross the "street"
stegosaurus in that same spot 150 million years ago: leafs in front of me
