Im Mentally Ill - Tumblr Posts
if a man told me he jacked off to my pics, id fall in love immediately
No-one: …
Me:
This is my responses to everything from now on and I will no longer be taking comments XD
shijima AND shinigami mentioned ?!/q/1/1i’m here kid,ike,imqunmq9k,9ximw9u17y hdy7en7hmw,swim,
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (TBHK)
Teru is the prince but I do not believe these 8 could keep the story on track long enough for him to even become relevant
hmm ok so i don't usually post anything anywhere B U T
recently I've been writing an au focused on spicynoodles from lmk and idk I think it's interesting
i call it wartorn, bc it's basically a big ol what if of like
red, instead of staying around pif, has a big ol fight with her and at the ripe age of like 13 (which is like. Hundreds of human years but mentally my boy was a lil tween) goes to war with dbk's old army and shit
and when mk gets the staff and all that happens he isn't present
nor is he there for most of the plot thats happened in the show
and like 5 or so years after all this starts red returns bc he's finally gotten word that his dad is BACK and he wants to show off all his lil war crimes and other such accomplishments
and yk he's a ptsd-riddled maniac by now so upon learning about mk's general existence he's like FUCK YOU LETS DUEL
and mks like "ok fuck dude fine but if i win u have to like. Not be a bloodthirsty villain? I have enough trauma" bc atp hes just tired
and reds like "ok whatever u have to leave if I win"
and did I mention this started as just a crack idea I had at like 1 am?
bc mei throws in "oh you have to be mks HOUSEWIFE if he wins el oh el"
and yk, red being an arrogant bastard thinks it's funny and is like "sure lmfao"
and well.
it kinda just descended into pure chaos from there and just mk and red both being traumatized and accidentally married idk i feel the need to share the silly goofy little ideas my little wrinkled chicken breast comes up with
Some days I have not any spoons at all. Not one spoon. But then I see the Tremendous Pile of Shit I must do and i manipulate myself, I think so hard that spoons appear. Brittle and inconsistent but hey it's a spoon so I take advantage of that even though it's not a real spoon it's a figment-of-my-imagination spoon. Invented by my hyper weirdo brain. Some days it's easier to imagine my spoons. Or maybe I do have spoons and maybe I don't understand the analogy. Maybe I do have spoons and I can't see them. Or maybe I'm telling myself that to convince myself I have spoons.
I don't know, the spoon analogy got me thinking in depth like. Socrates shit
Ask the Amporas!
Hello and wwelcome to the Ask the Amporas ask blog! A vvery self-indulgent ask blog for the post-HS Earth C AU my friends and I made, but catering specifically to the Amporas, because I am a kinning nightmare in the flesh.
CHARACTERS AVVALIABLE FOR QUESTIONING:
The ones in the image, dumbass. (jk) ((update; there are now avaliable characters who are NOT in the image!))
Eridan Ampora
Cronus Ampora
Dualscar The Survivor
March Ampora
ErisolSprite
Vyvyan Wapiti
! RULES !
I may not answwer evvery question because this is 100% for my owwn indulgence and hyperfixation needs. If I evver discontinue this or become lazy wwith it then thats because I healed from my mental illness.
Don't ask questions just to hate on the characters. Yeah okay, wwe get it, Cronus is the wworst character in Homestuck, wwhatevver.
Any hate wwill be deleted cus I ain't puttin up wwith allat.
This ask blog probably wwon't be perfectly canon because I am a headcanony mess.
Ship questions are allowwed! But NSFWW may be disregarded and/or publically humiliated.
Havve fun and go crazy! :)
Feel free to ask any lore questions. Context might help drivve the asks forwwards and make a story if wwe're lucky.
finished that new queen charlotte show
Sometimes I’d be looking at peoples blog and it be so relatable they whole blog feels like I’m in a pink room lying on the large bed writing in my journal.
Now I wanna know how to make my blog like that
I feel gross in the shower.
"Money can’t buy happiness.”
Uh, I’d rather be rich and depressed than broke and depressed.
Every day I forget something. It’s not on accident, but they can’t tell…
I don’t forget the same thing twice… but I can forget it for multiple days because I misplaced it…
And then remembering that makes me forget something else…
today was a good day, i didn't feel so hated by everyone in the whole world 😁
Hi um uh haha it'd be so cool if you dmed me the zooble images as a joke haha lol XD yea lmao rofl hehe hihi hoho
Y/N: Can see why your photo storage is full?
Me: No.
Y/N: Why?
Me: Uh….
@ask-the-rag-dolly
Your drawings take up most of my storage 👍
(Your art is so good I can’t resist.)
Special section for @0104-vkta :D
Zab zub / Chwe Hansol
Can't u guys tell this is how i cope on daily basis / @kstrucknet
AJ lost track of time as she worked with Hoseok to fix their relationship. The past few years had roughed up their lives together but after they made their deals and set themselves back on a normal track, they were doing well. Of course, hoseok was no longer an idol and AJ had to say goodbye to her children with her other lover. She told herself it was for the best and tried not to think about the potential issue with her choice.
Months had went by at this point and she hadn't seen or heard anything from her ex-lover. He was pushed to the back of her mind as she went about her day. She now was waving goodbye to her partner, the sun setting and dressed up for a night out with her friends. She decided to walk instead of drive. She got about halfway there before the feeling of someone watching her kicked in
@missstar-gazer
He's having some 'me time'
why most of people i relate and found funny are on uQuizz ???
it’s not that i’m thinking “god i could have been a youtuber i’m so angry that i wasn’t allowed to become rich and famous” it’s that i see so many people that are successful and often became successful because of those traits that i was made to believe were wrong and i shouldn’t have.
i’m angry that i had my identity pointlessly and painfully trained out of me for no benefit.
back in my periodic dan and phil phase and it’s making me think (WIP)
growing up i was always a bit quirky (autistic) and not like the other girls (not really a girl?) and i - was the quintessential - weird kid. i was picked on a fair bit by the other kids, some of them did give me a hard time, but the worst was from the adults. i was too weird, i didn’t behave right, i was a right stroppy teen (i had needs/boundaries), i was the one who had to be whipped into shape, i had to change to fit what was expected of me. i mean really i was kind of just asking for all of the trauma by choosing to be so strange and difficult (autistic and overwhelmed), they were just showing me some good old fashioned tough love.
this didn’t just apply to the ‘difficult’ emotions, it applied to everything. i experienced all of my emotions in the wrong way - the amount of times i was called aggressive just for being passionate about something and getting a little over exuberant. i was forced to quell my happiness because i didn’t show it properly, i felt everything too intensely and any non standard show of emotion had to be kept in check and not left to get out of hand. any chance i did get i took to far cos it was so unfamiliar to me and i didn’t know how to handle it.
i had to do things with reason, there had to be purpose, i guess there kinda had to be a demographic of sorts, someone to validate it and say yes i like this and therefore approve of you doing it.
“i want to do this” “but why?”
“who’s going to see/watch/read/like it?”
bitch? ME!! i want to do this for ME! why must my happiness need someone else’s permission?
i felt i had to justify being happy, or just purely existing. i always had to have a reason for doing things, it seemed the people around me didn’t really understand that sometimes i just wanted to do things for fun. they acted like my trying to be happy was unnatural and as a result those traits were trained out of me, as if joy is disallowed past age 8 and as if autism can be undiagnosed with enough positive thinking and discipline.
i always felt i had to be ‘proper’, and by proper i mean like, serious, mature, without frivolous intention, planned to a T. there was a right way to do things and all i knew was that i could never do it.
bringing this back to dan and phil. i’ve been watching some of their old videos, i keep watching them over again, sometimes i’ll finish one and then replay it pretty much instantly. it gives me so much nostalgia from when i was a kid, but also i can see so much of my old self in what they do. all of that joy that i wanted to experience, just simple awkward nerdy fun. people loved them for it and still do.
it’s not just them, there were/are so many people who became successful because of those traits that everyone tried so desperately to rid me of and it makes me sad to think of all i could have been if i’d just been allowed to be myself.
some of my quirks were a little too outlandish at times but i don’t think any child has a perfect grasp on the real world. i had so much promise and drive and it was taken from me for no reason
seeing all the people i knew, living their lives and being successful, getting jobs, getting degrees, getting married, etc etc. seeing all the people who were ‘worse’ than me now living more fulfilling lives than i feel i’ll ever have. hurts. it hurts to know all of the pain i went through as a kid was for nothing. it didn’t help me, i could have been far greater if i’d been able to just, be. they tried so hard to fix me and all they did was make me so much worse.
i don’t understand anything. i know nothing about the real world, no one ever thought i’d be capable of living like a normal person so i was kept from it. i feel like i was constantly forbade from just living.
it makes me so sad. so angry. all of the life i missed out on cos no one thought i could be human.
i am so tired of being half human.
i could have had a life, i could have done so much, actually been someone. but now i just hide in my room, i literally never leave the house, i don’t do anything. i’m sick of it, being forced to be no one. i’m me and i’ve always been me no matter how much you hate that and you can’t take that away from me. i am ME, you are not. you don’t know me better than i do, you barely know me at all, you don’t deserve to control me the way you do. i’d leave but you trapped me here, hid me from the outside world and got angry when i asked if i was allowed life skills. you made me into this burden you hate so much, and i’m not sorry for the pain that caused you.
███, ███ i just wish you’d take me away, let me stay with you, teach me how to be human like you are.
it’s way too early and i haven’t been to sleep yet
i’m rambling and i can barely keep my eyes open
as the president of autistic sad people, wally darling is autistic and sad. our plan of action is "give wally a hug". thank you for coming to this meeting.