I Feel Like The Universe Shakes A Magic 8 Ball Every Three Hours On Whether Or Not Im Depressed And I

Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.

i need to be up in two hours to catch a flight but im currently thinking about how a saw i group of little kids at my school and instead of reacting like a normal human being my immediate reaction was to say "oh ew. i love them" and now i cant stop thinking about it because who the fuck

oh :[

Me: *stubs my toe* "AH FUCK!"

Mass of quivering flesh that's been growing in my cabinet and slowly feeding off my suffering until it develops sentience: *takes first breath*

where's the image that says "people who celebrate fictional characters' birthdays are annoying" and then someone replied "fuck you happy birthday" (scribble scribble write character here). anyways happy birthday dick grayson

in the seventh grade i made a balloon animal in class and drew on it and named it cinnamon and someone said that it looked like it would give people rabies so i threw it at them and said that they have rabies now and my friends called it cinnamon the rabies fairy so thats my name now 👍👍

Trina and Marvin are so very tragic and I feel like people don’t understand them. Fundamentally, people don’t understand Trina, and that’s detrimental to them both, because Trina is so very similar to Marvin. She’s quick to anger, she’s loud, she’s mean, she’s sweet, she’s loving the people around her the best she can even when everything in her life is hurting her.

Marvin and Trina are perfect for each other, really. They compliment each other in a toxic way, yes, but it’s no different than Whizzer and Marvin. In another world they would have been able to work out, given time to work on themselves the way Whizzvin did between acts. Yet, of course, the problem is that Marvin cannot love Trina because he is not straight.

The tragedy of Marvin and Trina is not ‘Marvin doesn’t love Trina because he’s gay’ it’s ‘Marvin loves Trina but he’s gay’. It’s ‘Marvin wants to love Trina but he can’t’. It’s ‘Marvin and Trina match each other but they can’t ever work’.

I am a gay man. I dated a woman for a very long while, in my own opinion, though not quite ‘ten year marriage with a kid’ type long. My girlfriend was in many ways perfect— perhaps in every way she was perfect. I would have married her, I think… but I couldn’t. Because as much as I loved her, I didn’t love her, due to the fact that I am gay.

This is where Trina and Marvin sit, and it’s in this space where their respective characters can be seen and analysed very deeply. Marvin would have been happy and perfect with Trina (so long as he had some actual good therapy and got over some anger issues), so it’s not the fact that he’s realising he doesn’t love her, it’s the fact that he feels broken because he should, if not her, then who?

For Trina, well, she hates Marvin and Whizzer because this is the proof that she did nearly everything right. She’s smart, she knew Marvin was cheating for quite a long while before she found him in that den. Trina must have thought that she did something wrong, that somehow she wasn’t a good wife, but the truth was of course that she did everything right. And that still wasn’t enough.

Trina hates Whizzer, and Marvin, because she is the same as them in every way. She hates Whizzer because they are quite truly the same person, and Marvin loves him over her because Whizzer is the one thing she can and will never be— a man.

In conclusion, Marvin and Trina are tragic not because they don’t love each other but because they do and it wasn’t enough.

this is what catholic purgatory is right

the mr beast extension has created a thumbnail that made me laugh so hard my body started hurting

the amount of time that i spend thinking about my characters while also doing absoloutely nothing to advance their story is ASTOUNDING

idk if i already posted about this but. fraggle rock. doozertubes. theyre why i want to eat glass. any time i see any thin glass anything a little gay coded evil muppet in the back of my brain tells me to eat it and honestly who am i to disobey him?