Captain Mar-Vell should never have been killed. It was unnecessary and I will never not be mad they did it. I don't even like the character that much, but hearing about his death makes me feel angry on his behalf. He didn't die. I refuse to acknowledge it. His death was the beginning of the end for Marvel, imo. George and Gwen Stacy dying was the end for Spiderman to me, Mar-Vell dying was the beginning of the end of me being able to care about marvel comics.
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it’s weird how much lighter my life feels now. not that i don’t have any issues (because there are many in my life, as i am sure there are in yours), but they’re just so much more manageable than they were a year ago.
what’s more; i love myself now. i may not be perfect. but i am trying my best, and i can tell that i am! i see myself in the mirror, and sometimes i just examine myself, and my features, and i smile. i feel so much more authentic when talking to people, not worrying about how they view me, because i don’t have to anymore. i wish i could’ve told 15-year old me just how good it’s gotten so far, i know that he would’ve loved hearing about the shitty sideburns we’re growing out right now :’)
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the problem with exclusively having hobbies that involve staring at a screen is that you can recognise that there is a problem and The Screens are probably making your mental health worse but when you decide to do something against that by not doing one of your screen hobbies your brain just starts fucking eating itself from the inside out and you end up feeling like absolute dogshit
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brandon has started watching lrr lorcana gameplay videos on youtube and i'm side-eyeing him so hard
if he gets himself into yet another tcg i swear to god
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this just in, my brain decided i was gonna hyperfixate on Detroit Become Human of all things for a short minute so like. If i post like, 1 art piece of it outta the blue dont be surprised
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as an underclassman early morning classes and boring classes were what i detested and feared most of all. now it’s difficult classes and evening classes. my evening class last semester actively made me want to become the joker with how disruptive it was to my schedule. i sure would have never wanted to switch into a 9am yawnnnn history lecture class but at this point that sounds like a dream compared to all the tons of active work outside of class with every single professor trying to scare us to death on the first day. i would rather wake up early every day than suffer the hell that i’m currently slated for. last semester brutalized me so badly it’s not even funny i can’t do the same workload again yet worse i need a relative mental break. i do not have that dog in me. i will be going to my advisor screaming and crying tomorrow asking her to make some changes
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