Here’s A Wild Domino Affect From My Life.

reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

this is just a reminder that your madd is still valid and not inherently less serious or less severe if you only or mostly daydream about happy / cutesy / fluffy / funny scenarios. the content of your daydreams doesn’t have to be intrusive / violent / disturbing for it to be maladaptive.

Cats and train miniature

For my mental health, I will be blocking anyone who kills my vibes.

ON THIS BLOG WE LOVE AND SUPPORT AUTISTIC ARO AND ACE PEOPLE

Things my OCs have said with no context. Part 4.

Me: You and me are going to commit a heist.

Atlas: Do I have any say in this.

Me: No. No you do not.

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Troy: Shut up and eat your cardboard!

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Hayden: Don’t fall in love with the first guy you see.

Connor: you can’t tell me what to do.

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Me: what do you know about advanced environmental science?

Serana: I’m twelve

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Me: do you have any enemies to lovers movie recommendations?

Troy: Toy Story.

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Connor: *tries to flush furby down the toilet*

Me: what are you doing?

Connor: He needs to pay for his sins.

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Me: Can everyone stop spitting in the milk isle? It’s a biohazard.

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Connor: maybe the real American Dream was the gay sex we had along the way.

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Atlas: some people wear turtlenecks, but not me. I’m cool.

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Troy: it tasted like earwax

C.J. How do you know what earwax tastes like?

Troy: don’t act like you’ve never tried it.

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Me: Why do I always fall in love with depressed, greasy boys?

Fierro: Are you calling me depressed greasy boy?

Me: I’m not not calling you that.

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Me: It’s kind of boring around here if you ignore the seven foot tall shadow monsters that try to murder you in your sleep.

Why must the duty fall on me, the writer, to write the story that’s in my head, not on the reader, to simply develop the power of telepathy and *read* my mind for a change, huh?

I hope one day you find joy in something that doesn't involve hurting and mocking innocent people.

They're just trying to exist, bro.

I’m so fucked up, my emotional support imaginary friends have emotional support imaginary friends.