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thor is a problematic loki apologist remember when Loki was dead in the comics so Thor was like “im gonna bring him back” and everyone was like “umm thor is that a good idea remember all the murder he did” and Thor was like “yea……but I miss him”

Some hands I did watercolor with for practice hope you guys enjoy

*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.

geisha are absolutely not prostitutes btw

They are the equivalent to strippers here. They never engaged in sex acts but if you look throughout their history they were not treated well. Most being sold into that profession.

Couples receive “parent points”, which they can use to purchase their children. Most parents wait for a few thousand, but you chose to buy the cheaper, 100 point child.

Laser pointer eye.

Nah i was just joking lol it looked cool

ExCUSE Me?! WHO TOLD U TO CHANGE UR PROF STUFF

What do you mean?

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.

Tfw you find a post about a show in Netflix and you get really hype and you go to watch it and....

It isn't there.

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

@marielgum

@multiplefandomsfangirl

PETITION TO BRING BACK CHASE BRODY!

Like and re blog to sign petition

Tag people who will care!

@nighttimestudyblr @chase-brody-protection-squad @jackieboymannnn @valkyreskye

@multiplefandomsfangirl

have you ever met someone that was sunshine in human form

@the-wild-ego *cough cough*

Oh, Tyler also has another ego someone made named Apocalypse (A for short) and while he's classified as a titan according to the creator, he's in a way like the hulk. Except he's evil all around and like to kill/destroy. Just thought I'd let you know.

:0

aaaaaa i love that idea!!

please – and only if yall want it lmao – lemmie know abt any other tyler egos and if yall want quotes for them (holy heck yall will be getting 8 quotes a day by then wowie wowie wow)

Always.

Reblog if you still take the PMA movement seriously and it still means a lot to you.

Ha ha ha ha ha

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LOVE

@icorriez @my-dark-words @justwritingscibbles @the-wild-ego @freckled-words @multiplefandomsfangirl are all some of the best and coolest people on here, i want to thank each and every one of you for all the positivity that you spread and your constant love and the hope that you all bring me and everyone else. Keep done doing good, make 2018 great! :D

A COMPROMISE

100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.

Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.

Warning, some gore, read at your own risk .-.

I wasn't expecting this.

I had gone out to the country side to visit my grandmother. She was a kind old lady with muscles of stone. The farm she ran was of good size, her crops were always handled well by her farm hands. Grandpa wasn't around, he'd passed away only 3 years ago. That wound was still pretty fresh in my heart, and grandma's. She had me stay in her guest room. She'd kept it pretty tidy, not a speck of dust in the room. The only sign of life i saw was the odly shaped spiderweb in the corner, which when I pointed it out grandma came in with her duster and took care of it.

Everyone knew I had a bad immune system. I grew up in the city and got sick often. That being said I grew to hate doctors as I saw them way too much. Mom didn't want to move out here, but couldn't pay enough to leave the city and head to the suburbs. So, until mom's got everything set up, I'm gonna be here for a while. At around nine, I got into bed. I was cuddled up all fine and dandy until I felt a pinch on the right side of my face. I sat up startled and stuck my hands to it while I turned on the lamp on the left side table. I saw something in my peripheral that looked to be a dark brown blob, I wasn't wearing my glasses. I hurriedly smashed them onto my face but tge culprit was gone. I stood up and headed to the restroom, looking in the mirror and checked my face. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.... I went back to bed that night.

I wish I'd woke up Grandma.

The next morning I awoke to a stinging pain in the same spot. I reached up to touch it in my sleep only to hiss and jump back from the sharp stinging pain. My fingertips looked to have blood and pus along them. I hurried into the bathroom again to see that the spot from last night had practically melted in a circular pattern. It was red and brown, and the puss seemed to ooze slightly from the wound.

I hate doctors.

I can't tell.

I should have told grandma.

I decided I wasn't going to wear glasses today, and I parted my hair to cover the spot. I went along the day playing pretend like everything was fine. That night, I went and looked in the mirror. It was worse. I could see it coming dangerously close to my eye.

I couldn't do it.

The doctors were too much...

I should have told grandma.

The next day I told everyone i wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be bothered. They respected my wishes.

It got worse, the vision in my right eye blurred and I fell asleep. When I awoke, I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. It had eaten away at the skin and had rotted my eye.

I couldn't see out of my right eye.

I needed help.

I needed to tell Grandma.

I ran back to my room. I hid for another day. I had been eating, sneaking food when no one was awake, but I couldn't keep it down anymore. I was getting sicker.

I didn't have to tell Grandma.

She barged in at the sound of my retching into the small basket. When I looked up at her she gasped holding a shaking hand to her agape mouth.

"Grandma-?"

Her face quickly turned to an angry glare as she slammed my door shut.

"No-! Grandma wait-!" I tried to push open the door but it was stuck.

"Grandma!!" I banged it the door and called out to her.

I went and I sat down after a while, my throat in pieces. I sniffed as I began to cry.

I'm still sitting here.

I should have told grandma. What is that smell-? I look around to see smoke coming up from one of the vents. I gasp and quickly stand up. I ho back to banging on the door.

"Grandma please let me out please help me-!" I screamed out with the voice I had left.

Grandma stood out side the house, a cigarette in her mouth and a hand on the cross that hung around her neck.

"I knew Charles' ghost was still here." Her face was tense.

"I can't believe he got poor 'ol Ally, the sick bastard." She said to herself. The farm hands came running from behind, fire truck sirens in the distance.

I wasn't expecting this.

I thought the girl had just burned to death, but theres signs of brown recluse toxins in her blood.

I need to get Dennis on this case...something's not right.

Eh, could be better. No ghosts, no psychopaths just. Suspicious grandmas and brown recluses.

A horror story that doesn’t involve one of the big three (Paranormal, Aliens, or a Psychopath) just to show me it can actually be done.

@markiplier my dog should star in one of those ads with all the sad doggos

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

True that m8

HELP ME I'M IN CLASS XD ...The real killer here is school, not anti

Words to live by tbh

*Reblogs*

@therealjacksepticeye

@multiplefandomsfangirl I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 

I guess I have nothing to lose huh? Haha… First fan art I post hhhh…

Reblogs (if they come) are appreciated I guess? Do not repost hhhhhh

@bing-iplier @toomanytubers

I like your shitty Undertaker cosplay.

I did a shitty Undertaker cosplay

have this idek

Preparing for Inktober 2017?

I am too! And to get inspired, I have put together 8x Inktober prompt lists, to help us create something really cohesive and cool this October

Prompt lists:

- Post Apocalyptic Wanderers

- Anthropomorphic People

- A Steampunk Adventure

- Space Travellers

- Super People

- Characters for a fairytale

- Characters for an urban fantasy

- Characters of the Forest

Enjoy and share!

Zombie-Jack (Rob?) Head-Canons

(Because I’ve seen this guy everywhere! I want to fall down the rabbit-hole as well!  And thank you too @magic-marvin-protection-patrol for inspiring me with the ask I saw on your blog!

I’ve seen that Rob was created by Malvin the Magician? I’m unsure of it, but he was a magic trick gone wrong? Or Malvin tried to revive Jack after Anti killed him? Not sure! But there’s a semi back story!) 

- The guy has a stomach of steel. He will eat anything and everything. Rotting meat, fresh produce; I’m pretty sure some of the other egos have seen him try to chomp down on a shoe once. 

- He’s constantly hungry, but if he eats too much his stomach will start to swell and then he barfs it back up. You’ll have to hurry him away before he starts trying to eat that too. 

- Despite his Zombie appearance, Rob is actually quite intelligent. But sometimes, when he’s really hungry or sleepy, he’ll start moaning and stare off into the distance. Non-blinking and wide-eyed.

- If he stays like this for too long, he’ll start wandering off aimlessly. Running into things and chasing after bright lights or very noisy objects. 

- Anti found him trying to chase a firefly in the backyard one night. Then proceeded to tease the zombie with a laser-pointer.

- Chase has a harness and a leash so he can take Rob out on walks when he’s hungry. 

- Chase constantly has to pull Rob out of trashcans and pull on the leash to stop him from chasing any animals they come across.

- He bruises almost instantly and can be harmed easily. If he bumps into a particularly sharp corner of a table, his skin will tear. Doctor Sneeplestein is quick to patch him up before Rob makes it worse. 

- Because of his lack of nerve endings and general heart-beat; Rob can’t feel pain. And due to his easily torn skin and ligaments, he can actually tear off his limbs and throw them at people. 

-”Hey Rob, can you give me a hand with this?”  Pans over to Rob smirking as he twists his wrist and tears off his hand, throwing it at JackaboyMan.  “Not what I meant!” 

- He gets easily confused though. If you talk too fast or move too quickly, Rob will ask you to repeat yourself. His brain is a little mushy due to, you know, being dead. 

- Anti and Rob have scaring competitions to see who can make the other egos scream the loudest. So far Anti is winning due to his unfair advantage of “Horror Movie Night” and Malvin pretty much use to Rob’s attempts at scaring him.

- After-all, Malvin did create him and the two were stuck with each other until Rob escaped and the other egos discovered him.

- Rob is generally a nice guy. Can sometimes get grumpy due to his hunger, but he likes to joke and laugh just as anyone else.