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So listen, I'm thinking about how a lot of people who write fanfiction have such amazing skills and they could do such a good job with their own OCs, and then I figured that people who make comics have also such good ideas for fanfiction, they would make such an amazing job with their own OCs. And then I remembered my bf's friend, who is an arist, she wanted to make a comic but she was bad at writing the plot, so she asked somebody else to do it, and she just draws the comic. So she's doing amazing job drawing a story with her own (?not sure?) OCs but someone else's plot.
That is.... Just wow.... Amazing.... 🤩
Artists are amazing, shout out to ya babes!
so like what if...
words mean a different thing to everyone. Like if your friend says “I love you” it actually means “I hate you” but you don’t know. Maybe everyone hates you but you just think that they love you because how you interpret the language.
Can I make a hot take that saying Jax is a misogynist based on him being rude against girls lokey just feels like a cheap shot sometimes, their are other occasions where if the other character had been a male it would have been over looked at rough house or fighting
Idk just a thought when other then kinger all the characters he interacts with are girls
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concept:
lesbian swamp witch finds living stardrop, and over the years of protecting her to steal her light....
but instead of falling in love the Stardrop *kills* her instead
my cat’s name is Bones
how do i explain to my cat that sometimes i feel like i need space and distance and dont want to be touched and caring is too hard and i just want to cry and stare at the wall until my tears dry and then cry again but alone with no one around so i’m comfortable enough to be in a headspace where i can freely be absolutely disgusted with everything that i am or am to be but he’s staring at me like he needs me and wants attention and needs to be loved needs to feel loved and i cant care enough to give that to him but i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him bc i cant keep losing people losing things and some people need to be lost and im angry im so angry because my reaction to disrespect is more hurtful than ur disrespect but fuck you for disrespecting me but i also can’t bother to sit here and confront anyone about why i feel they fucked me first because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter nothing matters i never mattered and he looks at me thinking i matter because without me he won’t exist and i stare at him as he stares at me and i can see the hurt and humiliation in his eyes as i meet his gaze of desperation and he starts kneading me on my stomach one of my biggest insecurities and he doesn’t know how is he supposed to know and i stare off to the wall and cry and cry and let my tears dry and cry again until eventually i just dissociate as tears are drying my skin feels tight and all i can think about is cutting and masturbating and cutting and masturbating and cutting and masturbating and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting but i don’t i won’t because my cat is here my cat is staring and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting until i can physically start to feel the slow decline of my heart beat and how hard breathing becomes and how torn and raw my flesh would feel and watching my wounds bleed and just crying and staring and bleeding and aching and in pain but i made this pain this is pain i can make and only i can make myself feel this specific kind of pain and i just stare at my arm imagining my feelings, imagine the wounds, imagine how happy i would feel to see me in pain happy? happy? happy? happy? happy? relieved — relieved i won’t be around much longer to need to care to feel i don’t want to feel but my cat is here
My whole life I’ve been told my trying wasn’t the real deal. I don’t know what counts anymore? Is only doing your very best what others do every single day? What if I have no best? What if all I am is good? Or have I always had mental health issues?
