#poorly wrote suicide note

[nyancrimew]

everyone go listen to this album right now please i beg of you this like already my album of the year for 2024, i listen to it in it's entirety like 4 times a week

(also on bandcamp and other streaming services)

#poorly wrote suicide note #music rec #noise pop #skramz #emo #screamo #pwsn #Spotify #bandcamp

[emotionalhardcore]

freshly released noisy/gaze-ish screamo! really really good, worth checking out even if the band name is Oh So Emo.

#emotive hardcore #emo #emotional hardcore #emocore #skramz #screamo #poorly wrote suicide note #Spotify

[fedoracore]

i can't - poorly wrote suicide note (2023)

so long to us. a thought, a taste of nothing. it was never there.

#poorly wrote suicide note #2023 #screamo #skramz #hardcore punk #emo #Bandcamp

[gnatcatchers]

poorly wrote suicide note at emonite zero!!!! creds: gartography_ on instagram!!!!!

#poorly wrote suicide note #emo #:3

[hate5sixofficial]

poorly wrote suicide note 2023-12-02 Rittenhouse Filmworks Philadelphia, PA

#poorly wrote suicide note #Rittenhouse Filmworks #hate5six

[arainydancer]

i know this sounds quite harsh, but sometimes you really do just put dogshit on the internet. and if you put something like that to be seen publicly on the internet, you will get critique out of it too.

being insistent on some aspects that were outright wrong, like assuming a character is suicidal even though a note literally says that she doesn't want to die, just so that you could fit the narrative to your perspective, you are not even engaging with it. but we engaged with your review. how could you ever accuse that i did not engage with the argument while you yourself never tried to?

i know it's a huge shocker. the response i received from the author was a bewildered reaction that someone of "my high profile status" was trying to dogpile on them and incite harassment, even though i responded to the one thing about the article that i found an issue with. i actually do not give a shit if the author thinks that the two pair in a video game is akin to a master and slave or if they think a game is better than that. whatever.

i don't care if they think it's not as good as a game they liked. i don't! i'm a game developer, and i know that these things aren't for everyone. i only took issue about how the outlook towards the portrayed culture in the game is systemically racist. do i think the author is racist? no. it's possible to say offensive things without intent, and intent has absolutely jackshit to do with any of it. and so i wanted to correct them on that, and potentially everyone else who might think the same way.

back on the "dogpile" argument:

i apologize for being rude but you really can make something awful, and poorly thought, and poorly written. it's really possible, and i know it's insane. even me- if i wrote something like that, do you not think the thousands of people who know me won't also criticize me for it? do you think i am not afraid of making something terrible? not only that but i actually wouldn't even hear about the post if i hadn't heard of others who talked about it. it was already being negatively received. i didn't suddenly conjure people out of fucking thin air to hate on the post. it was ALREADY bad. is it my fault that i spoke up against it publicly? why am i suddenly not allowed to? i am one person, not an organization, and i do not present myself professionally. my presence is a hobby. just like yours. and never have i said "please demolish this person."

i have had my fair share of being doxxed and being called out as "cheap outsource" due to my nationality. i've read hundreds of negative steam reviews about my game. i've watched dozens of youtubers with an even bigger audience interact with my game, and me as a developer, in bad faith. i am not invincible to this sort of treatment. and me criticizing a singular aspect of a critic is so goddamn tame. i don't understand why you have to run away. i have seen nobody genuinely harass you as an individual after i posted my reaction- only criticize the work you posted.

you posted in under the tag where everyone could see it. so you have to be able to handle the heat if it's not going the way you want.

this is my final word, but as the responsibility was assigned to me by the author's friends, i want to clarify.

#rant #blablabla

[wlwill0w]

She writes poorly on my suicide note till I shed my skin like leaves on autumn trees

#skramz #screamo #progskramz #music #music recs #transfem #transgender #trans #lesbian #queer #spotify #musicposting #:3

[benihana-circumcision]

poorly wrote suicide note switzerland tour when

[vinsmokewife]

who is this person / chapter one

On a quest to find love on a dating website, Sanji falls head over heels for a woman with an interest in...alternative relationships that sends him down a rabbit hole of completing tasks for a seemingly sadistic mistress. But what happens when she turns out to be more than what she seems? Darkfic with themes of internalised homophobia, bad bdsm practices and lying about your identity to strangers on the internet. Please read with caution. This is NOT how BSDM should be practiced. Always practice Sane, Safe and Consensual practices boarders on being considered dead dove do not eat material read on ao3 read on ff

tags included: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers Internalized Homophobia Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji Top Roronoa Zoro Roronoa Zoro and Vinsmoke Sanji Bickering Sanji and Zoro are awful in this fic btw they both do terrible things Grimdark It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better Sanji is really homophobic in this fic because he's dealing with being bi jknjkn Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings and deals with his feeling AWFULLY BDSM Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane Dead Dove: Do Not Eat i'm only tagging it as dead dove for safety because this is dark

authors note:

So, this is more like a personal little mission for me. I wrote a cringy fanfic called Who’s That Person when I was 13. That was ten years ago. I am about to turn 25 this year. I have been rewatching One Piece and decided I really liked the idea of Who Is This Person, but I wrote it poorly because I was 13. So, I am going to revise it. I still get comments on the sequel called Misery asking if I will ever continue it.

SO. With that said, this fanfic will be entirely different. No more ooc suicide attempts or just cringy sex scenes and DEFINATELY no mpreg if there’s a sequel. It will also be set in the modern world because I don’t know if I ever explained what verse Who’s This Person was written in. Probably didn’t think about it too much. Either way, I hope this is a lot better because I cringe whenever I read the original.

THIS STORY IS PRIMARY TOLD IN EITHER SANJI'S POV OR ZORO'S POV. Similarly to the original aha. But I will indicate it clearly in the story.

LOGGING ON; S POV  

The idea of online dating had seemed abhorrent to Sanji. A self-proclaimed pristine gentleman who was interested in real romance and not the one behind a screen. Online dating, among his age group, seemed to kind of be the norm. When he had his weekly meetings with Nami and Robin (his gal pals), they (although, more Nami than anything) seemed to talk a lot about their online escapades.  

It was time to consider the possibility of modernizing his dating pool. It is time he experimented a little in the modern age. It was about time that he considered trying a dating app.  

It might have sounded very boomerish but it was more a case of not knowing what to expect online but maybe that was what was so exciting. Sanji rarely had any time to date as much as he liked. Being a chef at his father's restaurant was draining, and the hours were antisocial. Too many long nights and sleeping in to catch up with much needed sleep. He longed to date as he was a romantic person but there was never enough time in the day to date. So, here he was, finishing up a profile on a swiping dating app that Nami recommended.  

It wasn’t long until after the account was live, he got a few swipes. Naturally, he swiped right on pretty much all of them. Afterall, he would give every woman a chance.  

One in particular caught his eye, however. It made him stop before he swiped. A beautiful woman with dark brown hair, big blue eyes and a very soft feminine face. She looked like a model; someone who didn’t seem real. Her name was Zoey. It was even a question of whether or not to swipe for her. She seemed like she might be a joke. Either way,  

Z: Hey. Thanks for the swipe. I hope we can talk soon. 

That was how this worked then. Huh. Easy. Quickly and with much eagerness, Sanji typed out a message in return. He was unsure if the same tactics worked online as they would in person. It was hard to gauge a reaction from not being able to see someone’s face but maybe that was the excitement. 

S: I’m here now, dear. I’d love to talk ♡. 

The annoying thing about this was the waiting game that one had to endure with these types of conversations. Nothing was instant. It wasn’t like when you chatted to someone, and you had to wait for every calculated move. It certainly wasn’t like normal dating. 

Z: Cool. What are you up to?  

Well, wasn’t it obvious? He was spending his time being lonely talking to someone he had never met online. But, besides the point. 

S: I’m talking to you, darling. Actually, I just made this profile two seconds ago. You are the first lucky lady I’ve spoken to. 

S: What are you up to? 

Z: Lucky me. 

Z: I’ve just been to the gym. It was leg day today.  

Z: So, I’m just going back to my apartment for a nice warm bath and a beer. Maybe a nap.  

Z: I’ll be honest, this is my first time on an app like this. I don’t usually do the whole dating thing normally. But I was told I needed to loosen up and live a little by some friends. 

Hmm. That was similar to him actually. Although it wasn’t so much that he was doing this because Robin and Nami encouraged him to. This was probably a good idea. Probably. Well, he was tired of his mundane life at Zeff’s restaurant anyway. 

S: I understand, dear. I’ve never made a dating profile in my life. 

S: I work at my father’s restaurant. Well, adoptive father. He practically raised me.  

S: But he’s a piece of work. I have ambitions of being a chef, but he won’t let me in the kitchen. I wait tables. It’s not what I want to be doing. If I’m not waiting tables, I’m bartending.  

S: I’m not sure if you’ve been to the Baratie?  

Z: I have heard of it. Not really been in it. It’s too expensive for my taste… I prefer a shitty rundown bar. 

S: Hmph. Baratie IS a shitty rundown restaurant in my opinion. 

S: What do you do? I’ve told you I’m a waiter. Do you have some embarrassing day job then? 

Z: I’m a personal trainer. I work at a gym.  

Z: It’s not all that exciting. 

Z: I’d pick being a waiter over being a personal trainer any day.  

She seemed…down to earth. It reminded him of talking to Nami or Robin. Conversation felt incredibly natural. As he lay there looking around his surroundings, his room in his apartment that had cooking books strewn around the room that he had been looking into but everything else seemed very tame in comparison. Things were getting rather dull and predictable which made him what to spice things up and holding back in conversations such as these were not his style at all. It was time to be more… direct. 

S: Hmmm. I don’t know… I’d kill to have a personal trainer like you ;) 

Maybe a little too cheesy. He bites his lip and hopes it lands. There’s a minute or so with no message. Because it was a little bit of a gamble, the minute in between this message and the next one seemed significantly longer than any other message and to be honest, he was beginning to think he had down something wrong but that was all until the next message came through. 

Z: Hm.  

Z: If you want to play that game, I think you make a handsome waiter…  

Z: A man like you serving my every need? I think that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. 

And…Sanji was not expecting that kind of response and it made him sit upright in the bed. It was…bold. Suspiciously bold actually. Normally his attempts at wooing women didn’t exactly earn that kind of response. It took him a few minutes to even think of what to say but before he could type something in return, she writes again. 

Z: I have to go…run some errands.  

Z: It was nice talking to you. 

Z: I’m interested in getting to know you if you are interested in me too. I think we could have a very special relationship J 

Z: See you later, Sanji. 

Sanji almost at once replies back. The conversation is over quicker than it has begun but he doubts it will be the last. 

S: Of course. I’ll talk to you later, starshine. 

Zoey is now offline.  

Sanji let himself fall back against the bed. It was a short conversation, but it left an impact on him. What kind of special relationship was she after? He thought about what she said for a minute but then disregarded it. After all, she was merely a stranger on the internet and perhaps she was only there to fill a need of her own but... 

How does one conversation get you so invested?  

- 

He hadn’t forgotten about tonight. It may not have seemed interesting at first, but the start of the night from 6pm he had to go to work. Tonight, Zeff (his adoptive father) was working which meant that Sanji was front of house. He didn’t hate being front of house; it wasn’t a particularly hard job, but it meant he was as far away from the kitchen as possible.  

See, Sanji had so much respect and admiration for Zeff. Zeff practically raised Sanji when no one else would. Zeff stepped up as a father to Sanji when his own father (who he doesn’t know or remember) abandoned him. Sanji had absolutely nothing to his name and not a roof over his head when Zeff found him.  

So, it wasn’t as if Zeff and Sanji hated each other. There was a lot of love there but...not at work. Zeff kept Sanji as far away from the kitchen as possible, especially when he was working. If he wasn’t, he made sure Sanji wasn’t scheduled for kitchen duty. This brought a lot of frustration as Sanji wanted to be a chef and being a chef in Zeff’s restaurant seemed like the ideal choice for him but... There was a lot more to it than that.

To others, they never seemed like they got on. They are constantly bickering. Zeff telling Sanji that the reason he isn’t allowed to cook is because his cooking is shit, Sanji calling Zeff’s restaurant shitty and rundown...that kind of things. 

However, he obviously didn’t mean it because nights like to tonight, Zeff would retire early and hand Sanji the keys to the restaurant telling him he’s on lock up duty. 

Sanji didn’t mind. It was a moment of quiet for him. Once the staff were dismissed, Sanji would just do some admin out the back. Tonight was no different. However, he kept looking at his phone. Since Zoey, Sanji had managed to start conversations with other women. Some of them charming, some disinterested and some just looking for friendly conversation but none caught his eyes like Zoey did.  

Sanji was in the middle of some paperwork in the office when he heard a bang on the door. It scared the shit out of him. He nearly fell off his chair but at once the voice that shouted out made Sanji annoyed more than anything. 

“SANJI! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE! I’M HERE FOR THE FOOD IN THE KITCHEN” 

God damnit Luffy. 

Sanji almost ran from the office to the front door where, in the darkness of the night, his friend Luffy was standing with his face against the window. Sanji unlocked the door. 

“Hey! Do you want me to lose my job?” Sanji opened the door to see Luffy standing there. Luffy was one of his best friends. He actually met Luffy here; because Luffy ate Zeff out of house and home and got forced to do the dishes for a week as payment. He got to know Luffy and his antics. He admired Luffy’s carefree nature so much. Luffy merely smiled and pushed his way to the door, following him was his other friend, Nami. 

“Hey Sanji! Sorry he was so excited to be here,” Her sweet voice said throwing him a wink which at once lessoned his anger.  

“He just needs to keep his fucking voice down. I could lose my job if Zeff finds out he’s helping himself to food from the kitchen,” 

Sanji had an arrangement with Luffy. Luffy stopped turning up the Baratie and eating without paying the bill, and Sanji would let him into the kitchen on nights he’s closing up and he had free range of the food that’s going to be thrown out. Sanji disagrees with the idea that food should be thrown out like this; at least let someone who doesn’t have much eat it. 

Or at least Luffy so Zeff stops popping blood vessels whenever he comes by. 

Just as Sanji is about to close the door, a hand grabs onto the end of it and pushes it open. Sanji didn’t see that they had taken their other friend along. 

Roronoa Zoro. Sanji and Zoro were not friends. 

“Aren’t you going to let me in, shitty cook?” 

Sanji was so close to slamming the door right in his stupid moss head face and break that stupid look on his face. Zoro was built like a brick house and had a hair full of moss like hair. He just looked so stupid in Sanji’s eyes. He hated when Zoro tagged along like a stupid mossy looking dog. 

“Not with that damn attitude,” 

Although Sanji looked smaller in comparison, he had just as much strength as Zoro so he tried to push the door back only for Nami to grab his shoulder gently. 

“Come on you two. Can’t you two stop bickering for once in your life?” Immediately, because it was Nami, Sanji opened the door and let Zoro in who basically barged past him. Had Nami not been there to defuse the situation, there would have been a fight as Sanji clenched his jaw watching Zoro just barge into Zeff’s restaurant like this, the disrespect! 

“Fine. I’ve got work to do in the back. Will you PLEASE make sure Luffy doesn’t get into the good fridge? And that Mosshead keeps to a one drink minimun. He’s lucky I let him even have one,” 

They both look at Zoro, who has made his way over the beautiful looking bar off the corner. He’s in the fridge looking for a beer. God, just the look on his face makes Sanji want to punch his face. 

“Fine. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him. Just do what you need to do...please!” Nami said with that sweet voice of hers. If Nami didn’t only like girls... 

“Fine. Anything for you~!” Sanji turned to go for the back, giving Zoro one last glare before he did. Then he went back into the office and started doing the administration he was supposed to have done a while back. About 5 minutes into it, his phone buzzes. He assumes it’s going to be Nami sheepishly telling him that Luffy got into the fridge or that Zoro has opened a second beer but... 

YOU HAVE A MESSAGE FROM: Zoey. 

Quickly, Sanji opens his phone and opened the app only to read her message. 

Z: Are you awake? I just got back from the gym. 

S: Yes, yes, I’m awake. I’m just cashing up for the night 

His reply came rather quickly. He didn’t realise but he had been hoping for all day that she would message him. 

Z: Good. 

Z: I know we’ve only started talking but I like talking to you, Sanji. 

Z: There’s something about you that I really like. 

S: I’m very flattered. I enjoyed our conversation this morning too. 

Sanji continued to type away at the admin on his computer. He was half paying attention to the conversation. Normally he would have managed to get this done quicker but he would stop every now and then to speak to Zoey. The conversation was really casual until near the end, just when he was away to finish cashing up, a message caught his eye as it came from entirely out of nowhere. 

Z: So, Sanji, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to scare you away. I really like the connection we have already, but I want to ask, what do you think about... kinkier stuff? 

- 

LOGGING ON: Z’s POV  

“Hey Zoro...” 

Zoro was barely paying attention to Luffy’s whining. Something about the good fridge being locked or something. Hell, if he knew. Luffy had currently found himself a bunch of plates of food that didn’t make the cut (but was fine otherwise) desserts, sweets and all that but he is still complaining about not being able to get into the fridge. However, it is not Luffy that is pestering this time.  

He had lost track of time since Sanji had went into the back. He had been sitting at the bar, legs on the table on his phone. Not a habit Zoro often indulged in but recently, something rather interesting happened that made it more...so. 

“Hey....Zoro!”  

It seemed that Zoro was too invested in whatever was going on and that was annoying Nami. Since this morning, when she first seen Zoro, he’d been acting a little...bizarre. He was not one to be distracted by his phone unless it was for a reason. Sometimes, Zoro even forgot he had one but as of today, Zoro has been watching his phone like an absolute hawk.  

So, Nami decided the next logical thing to do and while he wasn’t looking, Nami snatched it out of his hand. 

“Wha-”  

Zoro suddenly realised what had happened jumped to his feet and nearly tackled her, but Nami prepared herself for this and stood to the side. 

“Oooh, you finally have a girlfriend? Is that why you keep looking at your phone?” So far, Nami didn’t look at the screen. She didn’t really feel the need to right now as she kept dodging Zoro who was increasingly getting more flustered with her. 

“Nami, I swear... Give me it back or I will punch you across this room,” Zoro didn’t often threaten his friends. Not as a joke but Nami decided to push his buttons a little more as she then went to look at the phone. 

“Hey, maybe I should introduce myself as one of your best-” Nami interrupted herself as she saw the contents of his screen. It was a dating app. It was a familiar dating app. It was a dating app that Nami frequented but... she never saw Zoro on it. Maybe he had blocked her, so they didn’t match. She seen the last message... that was sent by Zoro. 

Z: So, Sanji, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to scare you away. I really like the connection we have already, but I want to ask, what do you think about... kinkier stuff?  

Sanji? No. Zoro and Sanji hated each other. They couldn’t stand each other. Why would they be...wait... Zoro’s name wasn’t Zoro. It was Zoey. 

“Z-Zoro...what is...” 

Just then, Luffy burst through from the kitchen just as Zoro had grabbed the phone from her hand and shoved it back into his pocket as if nothing happened. Luffy looked at the two of them and frowned. 

“Hey. No fights without me! I thought Sanji would be finished by now,” 

Nami didn’t know what to say. She felt like her head was spinning. What was going on between her two friends. She looked at Luffy and then Zoro before she took a step. “Should I go check on him?”

Although he never showed it, Zoro stepped forward with every intention of stopping her, “I don’t think dartboard brows will be long. Wasn’t there another case of food you didn’t seen near the door to the back? That’s normally where they keep the good beer as well,”  

Luffy scoffed and shook his head, “You know I don’t like beer, but I guess I’ll go have a look. Thanks Zoro,” Luffy turned his heels to go back into the kitchen. That left Zoro and Nami alone again. Nami turned to look him before she started heading towards where she knew Sanji would be. That was until she heard Zoro’s voice. 

“Don’t you want to know why before you storm off and make matters worse?”  

Nami turned on her heels. She could barely look at Zoro right now. Zoro was, in clear view, catfishing Sanji on a dating website. She assumed it was because Zoro hated Sanji so much that he was going to make him miserable by doing something like this. To embarrass Sanji and humiliate him. Nami didn’t mind a bit of banter between friends. A little bit of bullying was fine, but this right here was taking it too far. 

“I don’t care what reasons you have. I understand you hate Sanji, but this is really cruel Zoro. I thought you were above this,” 

Zoro’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched her. He seemed calm enough. He sat down again, looking at her and shaking his head. 

“You think I’m doing this because I hate him? Hm. Maybe it does seem that way...doesn’t it,” There was something about the way Zoro was acting that seemed very unreadable, but Nami could only assume that was the reason. Why else would you catfish someone other than...? Now it was Nami’s turn to be confused which Zoro seen and in the most casual way, he revealed a secret leaning back with a beer in hand. 

“Did you know I’m gay, Nami?”  

Nami now fully turned to Zoro. Nami took a breath. Something like this didn’t bother her. Nami was a lesbian and was happily in a relationship with another friend of theirs, Vivi. Their friendship group was pretty diverse. There was Luffy who was asexual and aromantic. Robin and Franky, despite being in a relationship, were both bisexual. Brook was an old gay man. Usopp was bisexual as well. 

Sanji was the outlier. The one person who wasn’t like the rest of them... 

“No, I didn’t know you were. Is this how you’re coming out to me? By catfishing one of my best friends? Because this is one hell of a coming out,” She breathed out.  

“No, just listen Nami,” Zoro was clearly becoming a little impatient Nami could have laughed. She really could have. Zoro and Sanji hated each other. Or at least that’s what she thought. 

“So, you’re...what... catfishing him. That’s pretty fucked up,” 

“I didn’t intend on it being him. Listen, Luffy and Usopp made the profile on my phone as a joke. When I went to delete it, I got curious and started swiping through people. Sanji’s profile appeared. I only started talking to him today. It’s...nice to talk to him without him being annoying or antagonising me. It’s like we’re friends-”  

“You know you could just talk to him too and not be a dick about it. This is a pretty extreme way of going about it. And what about that last message about kink-” 

It was at that moment that Sanji appeared through the kitchen doors looking absolutely furious with Luffy who was covered in... chocolate. The two of them stopped looking angry at each other and looked at their friend. 

“Zeff is going to be absolutely furious with me! A whole chocolate cake! Gone!” Sanji pushed Luffy who went and stood next to Zoro. Sanji looked at Nami and looked at Zoro.  

“Who told him about the case next to the door? The one that’s clearly for cakes?” 

“It’s just a cake,” Zoro replied casually, “I’m sure if Zeff lets you near the kitchen you can just make another one, waiter,” 

If Sanji wasn’t already at 100, he was now with Zoro’s little comment. Sanji was ready to storm in that kitchen, but he took a moment to compose himself. 

“I’m going to have to stay all night to replace that cake so whatever you three wanted me to do with you, I’m going to have to say no,” Sanji showed them to the door, “Now please, leave.”  

“Fiiine I had my share. I wonder if Shanks has left me anything...” Luffy said as he headed towards the door. Zoro just looked at Sanji who scowled at him then Nami looked at Sanji. She wanted to say something about Zoro. About...Zoey... 

“Sanji...”  

“Nami... Dear, I’d love you to stay but I have a cake to make and Zeff will kill me,” Sanji never got mad at her, and he wasn’t mad at her. However, this was the politest way of saying please leave.  

“Okay...” Maybe tomorrow, if he was free...she didn’t want to upset him more than he already was. She left and was left with Zoro because Luffy decided to go to Shanks house instead. It was awkward because Zoro probably knew what Nami wanted to do. They walked alongside each other and didn’t talk. 

Until Zoro broke the silence. A deep almost regretful sigh left his lips as he stopped on the street. He looked at Nami before talking. 

“I’ll delete the profile tonight. It was a stupid thing for me to do...” 

Nami nodded in agreement. “Thank you Zoro. I won’t tell him if you do that...” 

#zosan fanfic #zoro x sanji #one piece zosan

[nyancrimew]

new poorly wrote suicide note slaps btw

yeah! i started listening to the album earlier today and plan on getting through the rest tomorrow, but what ive heard so far is indeed rly awesome

[adultswim2021]

Robot Chicken #80: “Especially the Animal Keith Crofford” | September 20, 2009 - 11:30PM | S04E19

Hey gang, we’re going to untasty this Tuesday with this bad blog entry I wrote last night, then forgot about and didn’t publish. For those of you who love reading me struggle to type out complete sentences for zero clicks, check this out: 

After watching this episode, I decided to take a luxurious bath before writing about it, allowing me to let the juicy comedy morsels marinate in my valuable mind. After the bath, while I was waiting to stop being wet, I went to consult the wiki to remind me what sketches were on it (I used my bath time to think about sexual stuff instead). I ran into a sketch that I swore up and down wasn’t in the version of the episode I saw. It featured Ghost Rider being irresponsible on his motorcycle because of a song. I checked the episode again, confident that it was cut on HBOMax. Shockingly, it was there all along. It’s very common for a Robot Chicken sketch to wash over me and leave me feeling next-to-nothing, but I usually remember enough about it to adequately ID it while perusing the wiki. That’s really something, I guess. 

As for the rest of the episode, it was a fairly mixed bag. Most of it was pretty typical Robot Chicken shit. I’ll highlight two sketches in this paragraph that I kinda liked: The Superman sketch, whose premise was actually pretty fun. That’s the one where baby Superman is in his pod, being nice, and listening to his dad’s educational tape before reaching Earth. There’s good lines in it. I also sorta liked the horror plumber sketch, which hit some satisfying notes for me. Not too bad. 

The absolute best sketch in this, and it might actually be in the running for my favorite Robot Chicken sketch: The Cloverfield sketch. In it, the Cloverfield monster gets scolded for evoking 9/11, and is told that his attacks are “too soon”. He eventually feels bad and starts trying to rebuild the towers, topped with an American flag. He wins the crowd back, who cheer for him. The inexplicable reference to the Mean Joe Greene commercial from the 70s at the end really tickled me, with the monster throwing the huge jersey on top of the crowd. I laughed a genuine laugh!

The episode ends with it’s customary season-capping navel-gaze sketch. Featuring a parody of Louis Armstrong’s “It’s a Wonderful World”, it rivals Sealab’s “We’re Only Joking” for being disgustingly self-congratulatory. It’s only a little bit better written than that song, which is damning it with the faintest of praise. Seriously, click that link and rewatch that thing. Ignore the retards who are puffing it up in the comments for being refreshingly cancellable; it's one of the most strikingly poorly-written pieces of comedy to ever air on television.

The episode ends with Mike Lazzo (not real) doing a lot of unfunny dances, and announcing that the show is canceled. If only!

MAIL BAG

I got some Mail Bags.

We haven't chatted in a long while but do you remember the part in Home Movies where McGuirk slices up those doors with two katanas and then said, "spaghetti time"? Did you like that scene. Break it down.

Hello, I remember you well, and I cherish you. I remember this moment, because I remember it receiving backlash from the one message board I posted at, for having McGuirk be too wacky. I remember thinking it just felt like a forced way to connect his subplot to the skunk scouts subplot.

In my opinion, he should've had a big gun instead, and that's what causes everyone to run out in terror. He can explain to his friends (who are children) that he found out he could get a huge gun for all of his swords on a trade in. Then he suicides by cop in front of them and the rest of the season is about Brendon starting a cool gore website and using his video of McGuirk getting blasted, and they change the name of the show to HOME PAGE

Tasty Tuesday! No blogs today! I need to enjoy my tyuesday

If it's any consolation to you, I'm not having fun tonight, I'm mostly feeling extremely sleepy. Goodnight everyone (voice becomes supernaturally deep) what do you think I'll dream about

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #robot chicken

[hediedrealpretty]

these days are beautiful / captive bolt by poorly wrote suicide note

Put the two tracks together because, well you'll see haha

youtube bandcamp (free dl) spotify

#poorly wrote suicide not #pwsn ii #screamo #skramz #emo #claustrophobic pop #noise pop #punk

[gnatcatchers]

amen deapfthpoprecords!

#poorly wrote suicide note #salems corydalis #elizabeth whitington

[thelastspeecher]

Okay after looking up my favorite tweet of all time (a tweet from the official account of my favorite band, The Mountain Goats), I remembered how the twitter bot that posts lyrics from Mountain Goats songs got shadowbanned for tweeting the lyrics "I'm gonna bribe the officials/I'm gonna kill all the judges" and I wanted to look that up too.

And I've stumbled into QUITE the saga here that really I should have expected from a bot that tweets Mountain Goats song lyrics. here are some highlights.

(Links to tweets in alt.)

First off, apparently someone reported the bot for its concerning lyrics, which is funny on its own, but the response from the person who wrote those concerning lyrics really kicks it up a notch.

[Image description: A tweet from mountain goats bot reading “twitter noooooo” and a crying emoji, followed by a screenshot of a Twitter Safety Notification that reads "Hello mountain goats bot, We're writing to you because a concerned individual has recently alerted us to potentially suicidal or self-harming comments posted on your account. In difficult times and when you need someone to talk to, it may help to speak to professionals who can assist you in coping with your current circumstances." There is a replied tweet from The Mountain Goats reading "looooool". End description.]

And then there are a few....poorly timed tweets with shocking prescient lyrics around the time of the January 6 insurrection.

[Image description: A retweet from mountain goats bot. The original tweet is also from mountain goats bot and reads "I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over". The retweet reads "I'M SORRY" in all capital letters. Both the original tweet and the retweet are dated January 6, 2021. End description.]

[Image description: A tweet from mountain goats bot reading "It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage". The tweet is dated January 7, 2021. End description.]

And finally, the saga of the bot getting locked for tweeting a lyric from the song "Up the Wolves". A lyric that it apparently tweeted plenty of times before without getting in trouble for. I wonder if the timing of the leaked decision that overturned Roe v. Wade had anything to do with it...

(Note: the twitter account em (holland1945) is the creator of the mountain goats bot.)

[Image description: A tweet from em reading “tmgbot has tweeted this line dozens of times. wonder why twitter would suddenly be extra concerned about defending the poor little judges" followed by a screenshot of an email from Twitter. The email reads "Hi mountain goats bot, your account @tmgbot has been locked for violating the Twitter Rules. Specifically for: Violating our rules against abuse and harassment. You may not engage in the targeted harassment of someone, or incite other people to do so. This includes wishing or hoping that someone experiences physical harm." The email screenshot includes a screenshot of a tweet from mountain goats bot reading "I'm gonna bribe the officials I'm gonna kill all the judges It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage". The tweet from em is dated May 6, 2022. End description.]

[Image description: A tweet from mountain goats bot reading "hey just a reminder this bot is not sentient and definitely DOESN’T encourage the killing of judges!" followed by an emoji of a red heart. The tweet includes a picture of a cat. Imposed over the picture are the addresses of the six US Supreme Court judges that overturned Roe v. Wade. End description.]

Anyways, go listen to The Mountain Goats.

#I know this is a super long post but I kept finding these and couldn't help myself #there are v few people on twitter that do twitter right imo #and The Mountain Goats and the mountain goats bot both are in that category #The Mountain Goats #current events #speecher speaks

[wlwill0w]

Amazing 16 minutes. Amazing end to the album. Poorly Wrote Suicide Note rocks

#music recs #musicposting #skramz #:3 #screamo #progskramz #spotify #trans #transgender #lebian #lesbian #queer

[throwmetotheflames]

I never got to meet myself before I was traumatized

I have no identity outside of the warped perception of who I should be

That was shoved down my throat

I don't know who I am

I don't know how I feel

I don't know what my feelings mean

I'm only now learning to label my feelings

If I can't understand a concept taught to us in preschool

How am I supposed to understand who I am

What am I made of?

Am I kind?

Am I mean?

Am I innocent?

Guilty?

Am I the victim really?

Or am I the abuser?

Have I gone long enough

To see myself become both?

If I had died at seventeen

When I wanted to

What did these past few years really add?

More pain?

More suffering?

More fucking lessons?

I cannot comprehend

My own personality

The image of myself

And the image others paint of me

Just

Don't

Connect

It's as if they're separate people

All residing in my poorly composed body

Left to rot

To decompose

To wither away

Without a second thought

How am I supposed to grow

To thrive

To truly live

When I can't shake this sadness

I drown in it

I dwell in it

The first time I thought of killing myself

I thought of drowning myself in the pool

I stopped swimming

My aunt's ex boyfriend had to pull me up

They asked if I was okay

I lied and said yes

I wrote my own suicide notes

Personalized

For all the people in my life

At the ripe age of twelve

I have danced with the grim reaper

Since I was a small child

Begging

Pleading

Crying

To be taken away

To be freed

What is the point?

What is the purpose?

What is the meaning of all of this?

Does it really amount to something?

Will anything I ever do really impact anything?

Do I even want it to?

Why do I care so much

About the impact I leave on others

Without second guessing the imprint

I've left upon myself?

I am tired

Of victimizing myself

I hate

That I cannot see myself

Without seeing the scars and bruises

Left by the others around me

I look at my arms

I see the bite marks forced into my skin

Relentlessly

I look at my hips

And see the scratch marks he left

I look at my legs

And remember him biting down so hard

It left marks for more than a week

I feel his hands around my neck

I remember the feeling of panic

When I thought he was going to kill me

Not even that it was on purpose

But because I truly thought he would bend me in half

Snap

Me

Break

Me

Over a bit of wrestling

He was stronger than me

He could've done anything to me

And I couldn't have stopped him

I was too scared to try

I am tired

Of

Always

Seeing

His

Fucking

Brown

Eyes

In

My

Nightmares

I

Cannot

Shake

The

Feeling

Of

His

Hands

Against

My

Skin

I

Don't

Know

How

To

Let

Anyone

Else

In

Without

Them

Seeing

You

First

You

Have

Completely

And

Utterly

Broken

All

Of

My

Sense

Of

Self

I

Was

Only

Fifteen

And

You

Fucking

Ruined

Me

And now

I don't know

Who I am

Anymore

What makes me happy?

What do I enjoy?

Why do I find certain things attractive?

Why do I look for you in every man I look for?

Why did you warp my entire sexuality?

Why did you warp my perception of the people I think are kind?

I cannot trust

Without seeing your shadow

Behind them

It's hard to say

That you were a kid then too

I know when I was eighteen

I never would have thought

Of sleeping

With a fifteen year old

Even if they were almost sixteen

It

Never

Would

Have

Crossed

My

Mind

I

Could

Never

Hit

Someone

The

Way

You

Hit

Me

I could never

I can't ever

How could you?

How could you?

How could you?

I can't escape you

Not in my dreams

Not in my waking hours

Not in my nightmares

Not in my daydreams

Not on my own

Not surrounded by others

I

Will

Always

Find

You

Because

The

Impact

You

Left

On

Me

Will

Stay

Forever

And

I

Hate

You

For

That.