I Deleted My Fucking Project On Accident Thinking It Was The Fucked Up Copy And I'm Near Tears :)

me, through gritted teeth, reblogging art for a ship i dislike: the art is good, the art is good, please god tumblr don't plague me with this pairing, the art IS GOOD

i have absolutely top notch physical and mental health, don't worry about me *kicks away insomnia and depressive episodes as well as a recent hearing problems* i'm feeling perfectly fine

ewwww why does it look like that

i made a new character and some devious little part of my brain went "you know what would be fun? killing one of her sons :)" and im not gonna lie its really tempting

Mallorie stole a cheesy hot dog and has been growling over it for 5 minutes now. 

a rant made of absolute nonsense that absolutely ZERO people would ever care about is incoming eventually. i have very strong feelings about a specific character/property and care so very much about how said character/property is portrayed. i have a list of acceptable adaptations/interpretations of the character and a list of complete garbage that should never have been created let alone made a profit. all of my qualifications for either. placement is incredibly arbitrary. you WILL get the long post once i can wrap my head around exactly why the character is so fucking good but in english words and not just the visual of her spinning very rapidly in my mind in various pretty outfits

working on something you don't understand without direct help is like playing chess without knowing how to play chess but you know how to play checkers so you're just kinda rolling with that and the person across the table isn't correcting you and you think you're about to win then your opponent takes your queen and now you're back at square one and down a point and still no one is telling you how to play but you just have to keep playing because maybe it'll click eventually

i have two tests that i am undoubtedly going to bomb tomorrow and i had to plan my outfit around not having to say a color in Spanish and so that it's less visible when i'm sobbing over my math test :)

if i had a nickel for every time i hyperfixated on a piece of media where kids go to a school to be come essentially child soldiers i'd have FOUR NICKELS and thats wayyy too many nickles

Riz “the ball” Gukgak, my beloved