The Most Fucked Up Thing Ever Is Being Obsessed W Ur Own Oc. Why Do I Have To Make Content Of Them Why

reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.

i saw the best necromancers of my generation destroyed by lesbian situationships

and somewhere, somewhere the atoms stopped fusing / i'm still your favorite regret / you're still my weapon of choosing

five pebbles checking his steam account after moon called him on discord at an inconvenient time

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

what a typical wednesday looks like

That one tweet that’s like “oh that’s gore… that’s gore of my comfort character” but in the absolutely most positive sense u can imagine, with rainbows and dolphins in the sky etc.

flying the original character artist flag with pride

you can get shockingly far just by giving people things