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ohnotheclownisback · 7 months
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bro i’ve had constant dysphoria for an entire month. what is this shit
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ohnotheclownisback · 10 months
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what do americans call bin men?? they don’t have the word “bin” (as far as i’m aware) so what do they say? garbage guys?? trash takers?? please i have to know
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ohnotheclownisback · 1 year
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you can’t demand change from someone while simultaneously putting them down
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ohnotheclownisback · 1 year
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danger men at work please leave me alone i want to sleep
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ohnotheclownisback · 1 year
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i was sat downstairs while my mum was watching grey’s anatomy and THERE WAS A TRANS GUY IN IT. PEOPLE RESPECTED HIM. WHAT
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ohnotheclownisback · 1 year
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dude what
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ohnotheclownisback · 2 years
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“Adventures, they must be shared.” - The Stranger, The Rings of Power
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“I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.” - Gandalf, The Hobbit
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ohnotheclownisback · 2 years
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so, a thing happened last night. when i was saying goodnight to the ghouls (something i joke about) something weird happened. it’s like someone dropped a moving picture into my head, and for a split second, i could understand it. then, it went, and me being me, i joked around and asked if the ghouls did that. this was all at about half past two in the morning, by the way.
now, i’m not much of a believer - if they exist, they exist, and if they don’t, they don’t. but this creeped the hell out of me.
the thing in my head is something i can’t describe, and i can’t draw it, but i’ll try. it’s something like capillaries covered in ink, but they’re not rounded, they look more like bones, structure-wise. it was mostly this blackish colour, and it moved almost like a sludge, as if it was breathing. there were also streaks of gold passing through it, although it wasn’t a normal gold - it was this bright kind of gold that i can’t recreate.
does this mean anything?? who should i be asking?? i ‘talk to’ these things when i’m home alone, or just in general - i usually ask them if they want a drink or food when i’m making it, or i’ll just talk about whatever’s on my mind as a way to get it out of my head. is there some sort of eldritch god living in my bedroom or am i just seeing things?? i’m so confused and any input from anyone would be great :’)
also, as a footnote: i’ve never had any ‘visions’ but something similar has happened before - i saw a creature for a millisecond, and then it was gone. when i tried to draw it, i couldn’t do it. that was a long time ago, and i have since named that particular entity Marty. i don’t know what i will call this one.
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ohnotheclownisback · 2 years
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i feel like a mario loading screen
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ohnotheclownisback · 2 years
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olms don’t look like olms
look at them!! that is not an olm
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behaviour-wise, they are the embodiment of the trope where a wiseperson is going OOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM but then is interrupted by the protagonist or a comic relief
looks-wise, they look like they would tap dance and make erratic jazzy movements. i would call them zazzdazzlehands
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