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Theorizing Thoughts and Rant?

Maybe its just me in a weird mood but theorizing has gotten boring for me. Everyone automatically thinks it’s Anti or Dark it’s not fun anymore. Literally every word and motion is scrutinized. Mark has arms behind his back? Must be Dark it’s not like I do that too. Jack reaches towards the camera? Must be Anti or Chase. You know chase who we’ve seen only once before in one sketch and is basing everything off of. Talk about kids? Chase? Magic? Doctors? Has to be Marvin or Schneep, Jack obviously can’t use those words UNLESS it’s about egos. It’s just so… Forced? Your forcing ideas out of scraps of evidence, making every little detail connect to an ego no matter how forced.

I know it’s all for fun. I do but that’s the thing. It use to be fun for me but going on here and just seeing that constantly? It’s not fun for me anymore. I wonder if that’s for anyone else just this saturation of thinking every word or action is planned for an ego. Robin wearing the Anti shirt and making him uncomfortable to wear his friends merch because we all thought it had to do with something. Isn’t that boring to any of you? Isn’t that mean spirited in a way that it seems like all we care about sometimes is egos? I know I’m one to talk but I mean come on I just like the characters I’m not piecing every little thing and thinking’s it’s some conspiracy.

It’s just not fun to me to have that mindset. I think that it could be dangerous for the people behind the egos. Mark already talked about how people basically calling him out on how he treats his characters drained him and made him feel bad. I’m sure Jack has experienced that too with how many times I’ve seen any horror game or weird thing he said be related to Anti. I just can’t help but see it from there eyes. How the characters seem to be getting more attention then the people behind them. It’s heartbreaking.

But maybe I’m over analyzing or being grumpy. I’m not sure but I just know that I’m not feeling that same joy from this as I used to.

This movie is going to be a huge milestone in history of animated movies.

*Breaths is* BOY MY FEELS IF U EVER NEED TO TALK JUST MESSAGE ME

boy

wake up

undress

look down

the stress pours in my mind like water as it trickles down the drain, a pain the main percentage of the general population will never feel.

so how do i learn to deal with this, with this fat hanging off my chest and these curves in places where they’d never be on what’s considered a “real boy”.

but what’s a real boy anyway?

and if it’s not me, what am i?

a grey area, a there she-ah goes again, shopping from the men’s section and chopping off her hair, oh god, why can’t she just be a normal girl?

after all, my version of the piece of paper that they assign to every child does read female.

that and a name that makes me want to scream bloody murder because the pain it puts me through isn’t something anyone should gain if they want to stay sane.

but anyway, going back to my body

well, to put it simply, it robs me of my happiness and i cant tell you how many nights i’ve spent sobbing and screaming and hoping and believe me, if i could make it go away, i would.

but the truth is that i cant stand this voice and its highness, and this face and its roundness, and this chest and its fullness, and everything else about the human nest my xx chromosomes live inside to taunt me with the words of everyone who’s ever called me “she” to hurt me or even just because they saw me and thought i was a she, was a her, was a girl.

but really, i can’t blame them because i don’t portray a him, or a he, or a boy, or a me

so i’m just sitting here inside my house that i can no longer leave because of the fear that someone on the street will see me and read me as what i appear to be.

and i’m crying and shaking and writing some shitty piece about my aching to be called boyfriend by my s/o’s, son by my mother, please uncles. call me nephew, please siblings, call me brother.

i cant change my biology

but you can change the words you use and honestly, i’m fucking tired of pretending that i don’t care what you call me because i care so much that at this point i’m only half joking when i say i’m going to kill myself.

i mean, maybe i’m already dying because it feels like i’m choking on every “she” i’m forced to swallow and pretend that i’m not noticing.

so do me a favor.

remember only this if the words i’ve just spoken are already fading from your mind.

please be so kind as to call me boy.

@justwritingscibbles @the-wild-ego @freckled-words @septicart-appreciation Why does a Marvin and Anti fusion look so good???? (Or Anti possessing the magician? I dunno i just like to draw man)

when ur friend leave and u have nothing to do

Daily #27 - spoopy

literally my favorite type of tweet

Hey so guys uh what the fuck

Im very happy you all exist. I dont know what I’d do without you all anymore. You stop me from getting lonely so thank you very much :)