The closest thing to a “fully and only human” being among the hermitcraft cubitos is Mumbo Jumbo and that man at the very least eats redstone dust like pixi stix.
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Wade “I Thought of Other Reasons” Ripple my beloved <3
seriously though he was insane for that. Imagine trying to get the love of your life back and opening with “here are even MORE reasons why we can’t work” what a madlad
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shoutout to their dynamic and also the fact half the fandom has decided they’re canon
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i’m. a little bit wrecked over ashton in episode 78 y’all. i’m a little sad. just a little . i just. damn.
they hurt themself really fucking badly. and they could have killed their friends chasing something that was never theirs, chasing a reality that never was, that they never actually wanted in the first place. all because he was just fucking wrong about something. they just—they made a mistake. and it was the worst possible mistake they could have made. and i’m just thinking about how awful that is, to realize how little you actually value your own life in the middle of a crater you made with your own body because you just died and reformed and all you can think is how much you would have deserved to stay dead, to hurt forever, for the fact that the people before you were cruel and horrible and you mirrored them without a second thought in a matter of days.
like that’s so fucked dude. how do you rebuild a self esteem you never had after doing something so monumentally wrong. you stop using that false bravado because it won’t do you any good anymore, now that they all know how weak you are. how do you start caring about yourself when there’s so much to loathe, so much to make up for, so much to apologize for. that’s fucking terrible. how is he literally ever gonna trust himself again? trust his own judgement? trust what he wants? the last time he wanted something that badly it killed him and nearly broke his friends. like holy shit. how do you. how. how?
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there may not be a lot of gencass/spuriken shippers out there in 2022 but we sure are an enthusiastic bunch aren’t we lmaoooo
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the vision of antis clutching their pearls and gasping in horror as i force their fave character and billy to kiss? gives me serotonin actually :)
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i wonder what it would be like if balnor and ron stampler kissed
kissin pt 1
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Heads up, I’m abt to reblog every chain repost good luck thing I see because dawg I am going the fuck through it and if I can trick myself into getting past it all by making myself think those work, I’m taking that fucking chance.
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I feel your death under my skin no matter how much I try to bleed it out of me. I see you in your hospital bed. You died suddenly and without reason. They told us symptoms but no cause. Heart attack and Seizures. Respirators and IVs. Hospital bed. Grief rots my organs one by one. I feel it in my stomach as I picture your corpse and lose my lunch. I feel my liver bubbling sick as I spend my days pouring one drink, then another, then another. My lungs ache from the smoking but I can’t stop myself anymore. I lived the nightmare and still don’t feel it. I’m in denial. I’m a sorry excuse for a survivor. I imagine mom hovering over my corpse instead. There was no freak accident, there was no car crash, there was no where to seek revenge. His body failed him when he needed it most. Just as my body will do to me. One day I will die by my own hand, either through suicide or medical emergency. I can feel my body and my mind shutting down, I’m tugging imaginary IVs from my arms and signing myself out of the hospital. I refuse to heal and I can’t tell why. Life is giving me a second chance and I can’t help but plunge the knife into my chest again even if there’s no one else to stitch me back up. I’m just left sobbing and tucking intestines back into place in the dark. I can’t stop seeing you dead every time I close my eyes. I feel the rot deep within me. There is no way to get you back. I see no way to fix myself magically. I must heal to survive but I cannot stomach the process. I still can’t accept that you’re dead and yet it’s all I think about. Will this ever feel real? Will it ever have been real? Have I been rotting alone from the very start? Am I still alone now? Will I get out of here alive? How much longer can I do this?
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io ieri: lollll mi sto divertendo tantissimo a rileggere cime tempestose, farò un post auspicabilmente divertente senza metterci un minimo di riflessione critica in merito, non solo perché non ho i mezzi dell’analisi letteraria ma soprattutto poiché nemmeno lontanamente il mio memino ambisce a essere considerato un invito alla riflessione seria e ponderata
il mio post auspicabilmente divertente oggi: teatro di guerra e di un simposio sul diritto di famiglia inglese del tardo ottocento
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