#so save yourself the trouble

[saetoru]

in all honesty if someone personally feels they would prefer no criticism on their writing, i think you should respect that. someone clearly having room to improve does not automatically give you the right to give unsolicited advice on what areas of their writing they can improve because that simply doesn’t concern you. fanfiction on this app that is “bad” in your eyes isn’t a disservice to you—nobody owes you improvement or the want to improve. yes there is work that is not good in your eyes. yes there is work that is phenomenal in your eyes. you will be far more talented than a writer you come across and you will be far less talented than a writer you come across because everyone is at different levels of their skills. but not everyone is here to improve just because you are—just because you feel people should aim to improve doesn’t mean people have to shift their feelings to fit your views on writing and the methods of progress you think are correct. and tbh, it is possible to outgrow premature writing techniques and improve without hearing it from others. even if it’s a slower process, you can learn to notice flaws in your own work

and yes, there are lots of things that are important to raise conversation over and perhaps criticize like common misconceptions in characterization or themes in a particular media that are overlooked—fandom meta is an important discussion we should have room to have, and a lot of that often times entails criticism that challenges our views. and that’s okay. criticism isn’t always bad—and people are allowed to dislike things and voice things they dislike. it’s just that sometimes it targets something that’s personal to someone’s growth vs something that can be a conversation between a fandom as a whole, and you should respect someone’s wishes on elements of their writing that are individual to their own work and its development

at any rate, i don’t think it’s particularly plausible to just dislike someone or send them hate asks because they politely voice they’d rather not receive criticism on their writing—and if you think it is, kindly seek help

#tw discourse #so sick of seeing people bullied by anons on dash i am SO SICK. we all know who u are too #also any asks sent on this topic #whether it’s hate or support #will not be answered they will be deleted #so save yourself the trouble #maybe you all should just respect someone’s wishes and feelings even if you think they’re stupid or sensitive #i think loads of things are stupid and sensitive #but bc i was taught to validate and value other peoples feelings #i keep it to myself #bc that’s usually what being decent involvesa #and i do particularly think being decent to other people is important #personally

[beatcroc]

what, didn't you know most amphibians shed and eat their skin? what did you think was going on there, peppino? this is normal frog stuff. come on now.

many more sketches bc i had way too many thoughts about this to try and illustrate all in a comic. horrid beast fp agenda ❤

#every day i wake up & im like. what is the worst way i can introduce peppino and by extent the audience to something #pizza tower #fake peppino #peppino spaghetti #hey guess what❤ guess❤ im giving up on drawing their moustaches forever #jk i'll start trying to remember again on the next legit comic. but this is a silly headcanon post. so im not gonna agonize over it here #i seriously never remember ever. you've no IDEA how many revisions the others have taken just to make sure i didnt miss any damn moustaches #anyway if youre gonna try and call me out for that style of gif save yourself the trouble. i know. it's intentional. it can be our secret. #fp's lines are 'no no wait it's not-it's just mine!!' + 'do not make this harder.' in the comic; 'sorry sorry' in the image. thanx 4 readin #arting #Popular post #pizzaposting

[explodingstarlight]

weaponizing your newfound "youngest" child status

everyone go read @snailsnaps fic "Alpha Stage"-- de-aged Donnie is giving me LIFE

👉 something of a sequel to this

#leaning SO hard into that headcanon that raphie is a childhood nickname from his younger bros that he secretly ADORES #not so secretly--literally all his younger bros know they just save it for special occasions #like trying to get out of trouble--cough coughleocoughcough #NONE of them are above this tactic and i stand by that #pov: raph-STOP EATING THE POISON-hamato just found out you tested a unfinished serum on yourself #donnie- IT WAS LEO-hamato is the younger twin in my eyes because only the younger sibling snitches like that #i can say this cuz im the eldest in my household ahshhsbsjs #younger child behavior ™ #this does not mean that the disaster twins don't have a monthly cage match to decide who's 'older'/in charge #alphastage rise #rottmnt #fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #turtle tots #rottmnt fic rec #donnie's channeling his inner theatre kid #my art #explodingstar art

[swiftstigmata]

guys I finally did it. I procrastinated something so hard I actually made a uquiz.

#tagamemnon #.txt #classics posting #i will be reblogging this regularly until someone takes it so save yourself the trouble now

[romance-rambles]

THE QUEENLY TRADITION OF KILLING BEARS AND SAVING PRINCES

In the very same forest where his parents met, Ayn reminisces about them with you. The conversation gets derailed long before you decide to tease him about the Sword of Transcendence—only to get teased in turn.

— pairing: [godheim] ayn alwyn x little painter/you

— word count: 1.3k

— tags: established relationship, referenced pregnancy, takes place after an AU of courtyard reunion/crown's weight where they were together the entire time

— note: i've had this in mind since the scene where you kill a bear. it's the writer's fault for making parallels so easy to draw.

— return to lbc masterlist | series: none

"THIS—" AYN SAYS AS THE sound of the careful footsteps and rustling grass draw closer to his location, underneath the very same tree that witnessed his parents' first meeting. "—is where my parents met. It took a while for me to find it, but I can finally show it to you."

In lieu of a greeting, his queen gazes upon him with a displeased expression. "I could've been an assassin."

Rather poetically, your long, messy hair has been tamed into a well-behaved plait. But you are not his mother, and he is not his father. There should be no tragedies in your future, and Lars will once more sit on the throne only if Ayn's own child refuses it.

"I knew it was you." He watches the ends of your red bow—the same shade as your dress—peak out shyly from behind your head. "Do you not trust my instincts?"

You don't respond. Instead, your gaze travels to the initials carved onto the tree trunk, where the E of his mother's maiden name has been overwritten by the A of his father's, and his own, surname. Crossing the remaining distance, you neatly sidestep his hand and places yours over the crude outline of the heart surrounding them.

"She saved him from an assassin," you murmur, voice distant and guilty.

At once, he knows where it is your thoughts have wandered to. Ayn shifts, reaching out his gloved hand to you—an offer, to do as you please, whether it's to pull yourself down, or pull him up, or to simply hold on.

"This is where Father meant to give her the Sword of Transcendence," he explains, once you take his hand and sit down. His voice has grown softer, and you take it as your cue to rest your head on his shoulder. "But he changed his mind after one of his knights stopped him and made a ceremony of it."

Even though you've heard this story before, you seem as enchanted by it as you did the last time—and all the times before that. You adjust your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and when he looks over at you, he sees nothing but pure affection in your gaze.

Birdsong accompanies his story, as does the gentle rustling of the leaves. Closing his eyes, he remembers the days where his parents would narrate it for him. As a child, before he began to properly notice Father's treatment of Mother, he found it to be nothing less than a perfect fairytale.

Now though, most of the magic has been scrubbed off, leaving behind only a bitter taste on his tongue he associates with the life Mother could've had without him and his father. Ayn only hopes his own child won't feel the same way about him.

"And that was when he asked her to be his bodyguard," he finishes, repeating exactly what his father would say at the end.

"We met in a ballroom," you lament, after your obligatory cooing. The longing in your usual comments that you don't is especially pronounced today. "No carving hearts into meaningful trees for us."

He smiles faintly, angling his head towards you. "The ballroom is much closer to the palace than this tree."

"It doesn't have to be a tree," you murmur. Before he can comfort you, though, you spring back to life, lifting your head off his shoulder with a faux thoughtful look on your face—and he pays the price for it, your shoulder bumping against his, with a fond sigh. "But, you know, I've saved your life before. I've even killed a bear before. Even if we don't have a tree or a flower field—"

Lips stained red, slanted into a mischievous smirk. A slight tilt of your head. Gloved fingers tucking the longer strands of your bangs back behind your ear. You lean in close, until all that's left in his vision from the scenery around them is the golden hue your hair takes under the gleaming sun.

"How come I don't have a fancy heirloom sword to pass down?" you ask, clearly anticipating your turn at teasing him.

"You're right," he acknowledges easily, a bit unwilling to play along. Ayn cups his chin in such a manner that it covers up the small smile playing on his lips, and commits himself to the act. "I should've prepared some sort of gift."

The smirk on your face drops as he taps the handle of the Sword of Transcendence. A panicked gaze lingers on him, on his hand, and it isn't long before your emotions manifest in a more...physical manner.

"Wait, no—" You straighten up, hurriedly putting some distance between them, and perhaps Ayn is a terrible person for it, but he can't help but silently guffaw. "That was a joke. That's your mother's sword! You can't—you can't give that to me."

When it becomes clear that your ramblings have no end, he reaches out and curls his fingers around your wrist. The act silences you immediately, even before his patented snarky comment. You wrap your own hand around his, and your fingers slot into place in the spaces left between.

"Why not? I thought you wanted a 'fancy heirloom sword'." he quotes.

Though you hardly look threatening with the rosy hue of your cheeks clashing against your scowl, he can admire your commitment to the role. "I'll take another one."

"I don't have another one," Ayn responds innocently, taking delight in the way your glare intensifies.

"Make another one then," you fire back immediately, crossing your arms. A pout forms on your lips, before your hand slips out and cradle your still flat belly. "Your father is such a bully. Don't let him fool you, okay?"

He bites back a smile and leans closer, closing the gap between you and him. "I should be saying that about you."

You seem to understand what he's after. With a snort, you make the first move, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss. But despite that, when you pull back, you're still holding onto your grudge.

You even go so far as to throw his own words back at him.

At that moment, he has a sudden, vivid vision of his own child—your child, separated by gender only through the length of their ambiguously-colored hair and nothing else—stirring up trouble. Usually, in idle moments, when his thoughts wander to the future, Ayn sometimes frets about what they'll take from who. From whether red eyes and deep purple hair is a better combination than the opposite, to whether they'll favor a paintbrush or an instrument, and anything in between.

But their affinity for trouble-making is something he's never budged, and right now, Ayn is certain your features lend themselves best to trouble-making.

Narrowing his eyes fondly at his wife, he says, "We can let the little one decide then."

The expression on your face as you think over his offer would fool anyone into thinking you were deliberating over something serious. You purse your lips, taking the time to exaggerate your exasperation, and declare:

"That would take years. So, I'll let you off, just this once."

"Oh, how can I ever repay you?" His voice is dripping with amusement. Ayn has the smile to match, which only widens as he pretends to have found the answer. "I know—"

"Not a sword."

Ayn bursts into laughter—the kind that leaves him breathless, with an aching stomach and a curse that only prolongs his condition. Soon, you join in as well, and then both of them are stuck in a loop, able to afford only a slight lull of peace before something or the other sets them off.

"A kiss?" he wheezes, once his laughter begins to die down. For real, this time.

"That—"

You don't hesitate to take him up on his offer. But this one is not a merely peck. He has enough time to pull you into his arms and onto his lap. Enough time to think about what it is that you taste like. Fruit, mostly.

When you pull back, both hands still cupping his cheeks, your eyes are glimmering with delight.

"—I'd say, is acceptable."

#fics by aya #for all time #for all time x reader #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #lbc ayn #lbc ayn x reader #ayn alwyn #ayn alwyn x reader #little painter #lovebrush ayn #rambles from here on -> #hi i'm feral over the fact that the moral of ayn's route in regards to you seems to be “don't repeat your predecessor's mistakes.” #don't get so blinded by love that you forget that you are partners first and foremost—trust each other implicitly but advocate yourself too #but also maybe don't send your queen away in times of trouble like an idiot?? #anyway like i'm not even an ayn stan but all of the boys are just so well-written that i can't help but write for him anyways? #except cael—he scares me because i'm 90% sure i can't do him justice but like i also have barely any cael cards sooo...not all my fault!! #(for reference i started end of march) #fun fact: i almost didn't finish this because of the ending of his route but then i watched crown's weight and went “oh” #so here we are—all because feina and mc both killed a bear and saved a crown prince

[ishqani]

https://www.tumblr.com/ishqani/726122309888393216/petitesmafia-domestic-skk-where-they-get-engaged

Sure loser in your delusions, canon says otherwise

hop off my dick bro 💀💀 i don’t know you you don’t know me why’d you go through the effort to send me this stop d riding 💯

#why are chuuya hate pages asking me so many things??? #if you’re a chuuya hate page i beg just go i don’t have the energy for this #save yourself the trouble #skk #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bungou gay dogs

[lunerabo]

I’m not scared of suddenly getting popular and people telling others “lmao eww yk she started off doing selfship stuff right” because remember kids nobody can shame you if you have zero sense of shame in the first place

#I hope the self ship stuff is what makes me popular actually #I hope I’m one of the major cringe centers on the internet #shipping two characters is literally shipping a character you project onto with a character that is your type #the next step up from that is just reading x reader fics because you’ve figured that part out by now #and the final step is just self shipping. but it was self shipping all along you just didn’t wanna be cringe so you called it smth else #buddy just save yourself the trouble and skip those steps #quit being allergic to harmless joy #lune’s thoughts

[anondudeao3]

(Also, since I'm sharing random bits of creativity haha)

Please enjoy this prologue from a WIP

Disclaimer: this is simply because I cannot contain myself and I really love this and want desperately to share it haha. Do not be fooled into believing this is an indication the finished product may be coming soon. I truly have no idea. I have, like...over 50 WIPs for this account haha — I never know when any of them are going to be finished until it is upon me.

And...I beg of you. Stick with it, it's the end that I love so dearly, but the set up is necessary.

Jason is angry. 

Maybe it's more accurate to say Jason is anger. 

He's trying, he's really making an…effort to at least try to be more levelheaded and reasonable now that he's supposed to be a Bat again, but he's still always just filled with so much…rage. It flows under his skin, molten and burning and viscous like magma, just waiting to burst forth at the slightest opportunity, lurking there for the moment it can surge out and entomb the next unfortunate soul in his path in its inescapable, blistering clutches. 

He feels like a monster. 

He feels like his rage is an entire other being that forcibly wrestled the wheel out of his grasp, and yet he still feels he's entirely at fault for every action it takes in the driver's seat of his brain, because it's his. He wants those things, he wants to do those things, he feels those things, even if the smothered voice in the back of his head says it's wrong, that he'll regret it later (if he ever manages to take the wheel again. He wonders if that's even a possibility. It feels impossibly out of his grasp).

He's managed to achieve more of a balance lately, managed to unsmother that voice, and shove aside the rage sometimes even if he can't shove it back or down, but that means it's still always there, right there in the forefront of his mind, boiling his brain and frying all of his other emotions to ashes until only bitterness is left. 

He feels so elemental, like there's hardly anything left to make him up at all; only thin skin that barely contains a sea of magma roiling over an impenetrable wall of igneous rock around his heart, like he was almost made inside out. Isn't normal people's fire on the inside, instead of licking at the outside world through their very pores with every breath? Aren't their walls like a protective exoskeleton? Jason had failed at normal a long time ago, though, hadn't he.

There's a knock on Jason's safehouse door, and Jason fucking burns with hate at being interrupted. The little voice in his head tells him he's being unreasonable, that he's only been cleaning his weapons and allowing his thoughts to simmer through the shimmering heat-haze of his emotions that he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to get used to no matter how long he's been dealing with it. (He wonders if it's a useless endeavor to even think about trying to tune such a thing out some day. He wonders if it might even be dangerous. If his rage really is a separate entity by now, one that could maul him when he's no longer looking). 

It doesn't matter what the little voice says though, he feels it, he feels it.

It matters what the little voice says. He sets down the pistol, and goes to get the door.

Dick gives him a friendly smile and a bright, "Hey!" and Jason feels another surge of haterageresentment swell in him at the sight.

But he only says a curt, "Hi."

Dick steps forward, forcing Jason to either step back or blatantly block his entrance, inviting himself in as if it doesn't occur to him that he might not be naturally welcome in Jason's space. Like he might not just intrinsically belong here.

Jason sits with this swell of anger as well, as he shuts the door behind him while Dick makes himself quite at home on the ratty couch Jason had dragged in from an alleyway that had smelled like cigarette smoke and rotting leaves and old piss, as most Gotham alleyways are wont to, in Jason's experience. At least the sofa doesn't smell like that anymore. Mostly.

Dick still looks happy for some fucking reason, as Jason approaches him. Jason stops a good meter and a half away, still standing and now crossing his arms tightly over his chest, deciding it's probably better this way. Probably better to keep him out of striking range, out of the way of temptation, far enough that it might take more than a few seconds, at least, for any errant flows of lava to reach him.

"I'm really glad you're back, Jason," Dick says, looking unaccountably earnest, and Jason doesn't know quite what to do with that. His anger roils confusedly below the surface in choppy waves, trying to surge but continually falling back on itself as it has no idea what for. "I missed you. I'm so glad you're back with us, and I just— I feel like there's so much I did wrong before, and so much more I could have done, and I don't— I don't want to lose you again. I want— I understand if it's more…difficult and you can't jump in all at once, but I want to have the relationship we never got to have before; I want to be someone you trust this time, someone you can rely on. You're family, but that's just a word if you don't make anything of it. I want to. I want to be closer this time…if you'll let me."

Jason's insides have gone still. And he's still just as lost at sea.

"I…" Dick hesitantly adds. "I know I'm not alone either. Alfred would be absolutely over the moon to spend time with you." He pauses again. "Maybe we could…all have tea some time when Bruce isn't at the manor?"

Jason stares at him, because he doesn't know quite what else to do, and in that moment, Jason…feels something in him break. He feels like something soft and raw inside him is suddenly left exposed to the elements, and the utter vulnerability makes panic flicker through him, but Dick is still holding his gaze — eyes clear and open, and friendly smile lingering, like he means it. Like he means every bit of it. And everything about him whispers terrifying, with the way he's cracked Jason open; and everything about him whispers safe, like no matter what turns out to be underneath Jason's hard, igneous shell, he wouldn't flinch back, he would open his arms and shield him from the world himself.

"Okay," Jason manages, and Dick smiles like the sun, and Jason feels another flicker in his chest. Not fear this time though, and finally — finally — not anger or its bedmates bitterness and hatred either. Something…lighter. Softer. …Hopeful? Bright. Not the fires of rage, but a warm spring sun.

#character study #jason todd #batfam fanfiction #jaydick #yes this fic is eventually going to be JayDick #obviously you don't have to read this prologue as JD if you don't want to though #in fact I think it's great if you want to interpret it platonically! I love people interpreting my art however brings them joy #but just giving that warning because I do know some people will act as if they've been 'tricked' into doing something profane somehow #if they reblog art from a quote unquote 'batcest' shipper #so that's your warning. This is JayDick. It doesn't HAVE to be if you don't want it to be... #but if you're going to act like it's the end of the world if people find out you interacted with JayDick content then save yourself #the trouble and don't reblog #snippets

[chanselysees]

@ the weighing scale in the corner of my bathroom. stop looking at me like that

#lol the other day my gp told me 'it's important to keep track of your weight at your age! #youre good now but you should weigh yourself bimonthly and write it down!' lmfao do you want me to die be honest. #i haven't weighed myself in like 6 months i Simply Don't Want To Know. im pretending it Does Not Exist so maybe i heal. #tw weight #clara tais toi #like ok im starving right now but if i weigh myself theres a 99% chance i won't eat after. so im saving myself the trouble🥰😘

[frnkieroismydaddy]

The worst part about being estranged from your abusive family members other than like, the abuse and trauma and what that does to your mental health and all the rest, is not being able to get nepotism benefits.

#it's fucking bullshit that I don't have an easy in at a popular bar and music venue anymore #just because the owner abused me for 16 years #like c'mon dude #just be normal so i can work for you and become a staple of the local music scene #venting #vent post #family is complicated #save yourself some trouble and never have one

[despairforme]

      Phew.

#[ now he's a lil tired ] #[ after a high comes a low I GUESS ] #[ nnoitra if you weren't so intense you'd save yourself a lot of trouble--- ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #the praying mantis. ╱ canon verse.

[icewindandboringhorror]

is this actually that uncommon? I don’t even unpack just the DAY I return from somewhere, but it’s literally the first thing I do. I do nothing else until I’m unpacked, I have everything organized back in it’s proper place in the house within an hour of getting home lol.. I thought this was typical??? What’s the cultural norm?

#same with groceries or anything else I;m bringing home from outside - i put it away or d o soemthing with it immediately #I just don't like looming tasks in the background taking up my mental space like 'oh i still have to do that later' etc. #I can't relax until everything is taken care of. If i try to relax or rest when I just got home from a trip there's just always the nagging #sense that I'm going to have to get up and do something else LATER (put the stuff away) so why not just do it now #It's the whole principle of 'be more uncomfortable in the present in order to help yourself in the future' #Samme thing with covid like. Follow the social distancting tules and wear masks and do everything extremely dillignently NOW no matter how #annoying or inconvenient it is at the MOMENT because the future pay off will save you more discomfort later (more vairants coming out - long #er lockdowsn because of wider spread - you or your family getting sick - etc.) #I am ALWAYS willing to inconvenence myself and ''suffer'' temporarily in the present if it will help my future self or get me a larger #benefit down the line. etc. etc. But to me that just seems like.. literally the only rational thing to do #what's more important? my temporary emotional satisfaction or my long term wellbeing ? always the long term #it might feel good to just come home and flop onto the floor and shove the suitcases aside but is that like hour or so of rest worth #the annoyance later when you realize you've still got to put everyhting up and now you REALLY don't feel like it and etc. etc. ? #just save your future self the trouble and get it out of the way #But again I just thought it's like... everyone would also do that??? If not then when do you unpack? days later??? #Kind of like how in childhood I still had a lot of issues (hadn't developed cognitive empathy really at all - no affective empathy - don't u #nderstand social cues well or people at all - etc.. which is a recipe for frustration when Living In A Society since people are always #doing things you don't understand and you struggle to communicate properly or be understood like everyone's just speaking a different langua #ge than you) and worse anger problems and there were a few times I would come home from shcool or something and just freak out and #knock my shelves in my room over and break things or etc - and it's like OKAY that feels fine in the moment but.. consider the aftermath! #now I have to spend like a whole fucking hour cleaning my room and putting everyhting back together and etc. etc. and it's like a negative #feeling on top of a negative feeling. not only am I still kind of mad but now I have EXTRA work to do when I just want to go to sleep #So in a more minor way it's the same thing like.. If I feel shitty from traveling I don't want to DOUBLE the shitty by having extra stuff to #do later and some task looming over my head. I want to get all the bad out of the way first so I can just have uninterrupted peace later lol #if that makes sense? idk lol #The one exception is once recently I had been somewhere and got legit heat exhaustion and was throwing up by the time I got home so #I didn't unpack everything then. But after cooling off and having pedilyte and stuff I still shakily unpacked before I went to bed lol

[diah-the-demon]

if i go to sleep later than 12 am i wake up at 7:30 while a glass shattering mp3 sound (bass boosted) plays as i realise im going to be late to school again

should start sleeping soon then

#poli! #i mean its almost midnight for you isnt it? #might aswell save you the trouble and give yourself some time in the morning so you dont need to worry about being late

[aceredshirt13]

not trying to start shit just. so tired of the “proshippers dni” nonsense. People in the world are literally dying every day at the hands of broken healthcare and cruel government systems and you’ve chosen to care about fandom ships, bro? Seriously? Is it that hard to block tags of things you think are fucked up? (The answer is no, because I block tags of things I think are fucked up all the time.) Every day I relate more to that post that says “not a ‘proshipper’ or an ‘antishipper’ but a secret third thing called ‘adult with job’”

same deal with queer identity policing btw. I could not care less whether or not someone is calling themselves an mspec or bi/pan lesbian as long as they are comfortable and happy with the label. the queer community is being hunted by conservative bigots who want us erased at best or dead at worst. stop fighting over semantics that don’t matter. who cares if a label doesn’t make sense to me? is something only valid because it makes sense to you as an individual? are astrophysics and tonal languages and religion not valid or real because I don’t personally understand them? insanity

anyway sorry for the rant. been seeing these sorts of things on people’s accounts and just had enough one day. the people with these things in their bios are the people who have harassed me in zines and on Twitter and I truly don’t need that anymore.

#red randomness #fandom nonsense #I’ve been blocking people over it as of late because I am just tired #I don’t want to reblog the art of someone when I don’t know if they’d turn on me #especially since a lot of those people insisted I was a ‘proshipper’ even though as I said life is too short to involve myself in that #so if you want to fight or harass me on this please just save yourself the trouble and block me #if you want to have a civil discussion I’m more than happy to talk with you but very unlikely to change my mind #this also goes for if you think religion or gender are inherently oppressive or bad and think that the future has to not have either #they are not inherently bad things. the system in which they are used as tools of abuse are bad #people get good things out of religion and gender every day and it’s equally oppressive to take that away from them #well that’s it for me for now. sorry

[liesonthefloordramatically]

I am once again gently suggesting that folks not reblog my personal posts on this blog; if you have something to say, please put it in the replies so that my post isn’t blasted in front of your thousands of followers

#I'd appreciate it if people didn't reblog this; thanks #waking up to 99+ messages on a personal post is hell #I did not want or ask for this #anyway. not making personal posts on this blog for a while. #Queenie actually says something on this blog #also if you tell me to go to Pillowfort to fix this problem I will ignore you so please save yourself the trouble

[garden-eel-draws]

Fuck me I forgot how goddamn frustrating the Zero Suit part of Metroid: Zero Mission is. FfffAUUGH

#eel speak #metroid #this one section of space pirate hell made me put down the game #i'm going the fuck to sleep. ow my tendonitis #samus stop taking off your suit the second you think your mission is done #you would have saved yourself so much trouble if you hadn't stripped to your skivvies