Rant

TRAUMA CANDY SALAD 😀

*clears throat* My name is Leelee and last year this kid in my class grabbed my behind and said he got tickets to gyattown. aNyWaYs I brought the bowl ><

I brought jolly rancher gummies :)

hey, you can call me darth, i came out to my parents and theyre pretending it never happened despite the fact that my mom has explicitly said that she remembers the most obscure and insignificant details about that very day

anywaysss i brought sour bubble gum bottle gummies!

And I brought sour skittles!

I brought starbursts.

And I brought blue shark gummies!

......and i brought the kiwi 2 dollar mix

aaand I brought those warhead candies!

I once had my older friend (crush?) offer to teach me how to kiss, turned him down, & later that week found out that one of our common friends (another guy his age) had been EATING ME OUT IN MY SLEEP EVERY DAY because he overheard part of that conversation. & that's how I found out what oral sex even was.

Anyway I brought chupa chups sour belts! ^°^

Hiiiii I’m Ỳ̷̰͚ò̴̻͎ȕ̴͇l̶̞̈l̴̨̲̇̔l̶͓̏̾ṇ̴͐e̵͍̍̒v̴̫̳́ḕ̸̪̱r̸̟̐͜k̵͚͑n̵̦̹̐o̶̘͗͠w̷̻̝̄̀ and when I was at camp there was a big hookup culture and I had just discovered that I was aroace and wanted nothing to do with any of that, but nobody at camp had any LGBTQIA+ awareness or anything so that was great.

ANYWAY there was this dude, and his friend was like pushing him towards me and I felt bad for him because he looked so nervous so I listened to them. The friend told me that his friend wanted to hook up with me on the field at like 3am. As his friend was talking to me, a group of about 20+ guys started like slowly surrounding us and putting pressure on me to hook up with this guy as I was slowly being suffocated by this group of guys.

Somehow one of my old bunkmates from a previous cabin which I’d left because they bullied me had gotten right next to me in this suffocating clump, and I kinda panic-whispered to her “I’m ace” and I didn’t think she’d understand, especially because she was from Florida, but apparently she did and she screamed at the boys while I ran out of the clump

I ran to my current bunkmates and tried to explain what happened but all they did was ask why I didn’t want to hook up with this random dude.

aNyWaYs sorry if that’s over sharing or anything- I brought the junior mints!

I’m going to tag so so so many officals

@eating-offical @eden-snake-offical @eminem-throws-stuff-offical @evil-bread-offical @red-solo-cup-offical @raphael-offical @those-goddamned-stairs-offical @thought-process-offical @your-grandma-offical @old-mcdonald-farmer-offical @onion-opinions-offical @offical-offical @official--eve

@poseidon-offical @purgatory-waiting-room-offical

@alexander-hamilton-offical @arson-offical @artemis-offical @sans-undertale-offical @duck-offical @drinking-offical @demon-offical @frog-offical @faa-offical @goose-offical @genderfliud-offical @guillotine-offical @grims-horse-offical @homosexuality-offical @hells-corprate-offical @jeff-offical @lesbian-vampire-offical @lupa-offical @leviathan-offical

And I brought the sweet tart ropes

Ooc:I've done this on my main, but something i haven't mentioned is... I've tried to kill myself before and self harmed quite a few times.

Hi I'm kAgUyA and @satan-offical threw bricks at my head

And I brought Starbursts

I'm Gojogal and I was once at a hotel pool alone (when I was 12) because my family didn't want to swim with me. And I was in tank and shorts it was me for about 30 mins and an old man and two LITTLE girls come in 6 and 9 i think. I felt weird vibes from the old dude he was like 70 and he was playing with them in the pool sitting them on his lap and dunking them in the water! I kept to one side of the pool. I had a sick feeling as he got out of the pool... with a tent... LIKE WTF!?! I sunk deeper in the water as he went to the restroom he smiled at me. I was creeped out and soon after he left with the two little girls.

Oh and I brought Twizzlers

Also when I was 2 I almost drowned and split my head open on different occasions

I brought toxic waste!

And I brought gummy bears

also, one time I hated a guy so much that I wrote him a letter, had multiple people read over and edit it, didn’t have an envelope so I put together a makeshift scroll, then asked someone else to throw it in his locker.

Oh yeah, I brought sour skittles

and i brought nerd gummies :3

I brought watermelon sour patch kids

I’m Ran

And my uncle was arrested for cp of my mom when she was little

SEE THIS WEBSITE? 

ITS CALLED WOLFRAM ALPHA

THIS IS THE BEST GODDAMN WEBSITE FOR ACADEMIC SHIT. FUCK GOOGLE. 

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WILL LET YOU SEARCH “HOSPITAL BEDS IN CHAD VS. IRAN” 

AND IT GIVES YOU A STRAIGHT GODDAMN ANSWER 

MAYBE YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN DOCTORNESS OF THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES COOL SHIT 

HAVING TROUBLE WITH MATH?

HOLY SHIT

OR MAYBE YOU WANNA DICK AROUND

it’s not AI. It’s basically just an enhanced search engine, but it will prioritize making any calculations it can to directly answer your question. if you ask “how many piano tuners in Chicago”

it will first search databases for direct information provided by a source, rather than return 3 pages of links to piano tuners advertising their business. If it didn’t find one, then it would go “average number of piano tuners in a population is x/y, by our databases that do store that, Chicago is this size, therefore there are likely this many piano tuners”

Write a fake 5-star Goodreads review of your WIP—as if you didn’t write it. Go ahead. Pretend you're a giddy reader who just discovered this masterpiece. Bonus: add emojis, chaotic metaphors, and all-caps screaming. It’s self-indulgent. It’s delusional. It’s delicious.

Give your main character a Pinterest board titled “Mentally Unstable but Aesthetic.” Include outfits, quotes, memes, cursed objects, and that one painting that haunts their dreams. This is not about logic. This is about ✨vibes.✨

Make a “deleted scenes” folder and write something that would never make it into the book. A crackfic. A “what if they were roommates” AU. The group chat from hell. This is your WIP’s blooper reel. Let it be silly, chaotic, or wildly off-brand.

Interview your villain like you’re Oprah. Ask the hard-hitting questions. “When did you know you were the drama?” “Do you regret the murder, or just the way you did it?” Bonus points if they lie to your face.

Host a fake awards show for your characters. Categories like “Most Likely to Die for Vibes,” “Worst Emotional Regulation,” “Himbo Energy Supreme,” or “Best Use of a Dramatic Exit.” Write their acceptance speeches. Yes, this counts as writing.

Write a breakup letter… to your inner critic. Be petty. Be dramatic. “Dear Self-Doubt, this isn’t working for me anymore. You bring nothing to the table but anxiety and bad vibes.” Rip it up. Burn it. Tape it to your mirror. Your call.

Create a “writing comfort kit” like you’re a cozy witch. A candle that smells like your WIP. A tea that your characters would drink. A playlist labeled “for writing when I’m one rejection email away from giving up.” This is a ritual now.

Design a fake movie poster or book cover like your story is already famous. Add star ratings, critic quotes, and some pretentious tagline like “One soul. One destiny. No chill.”

Write a scene you’re not ready to write—but just a rough, messy outline version. Not the polished thing. Just the raw emotion. The shape of it. Like sketching the bones of a future punch to the gut. You don’t have to make it perfect. Just open the door.