Just wait until I'm like 80 and my grandkids are desperately trying to convince me that no, it's okay, the world isn't exploding anymore, we fixed a bunch of societal problems and I'm just there hissing through my teeth because there's no way it was that easy
*holds bubbles over the chao transporter like the fucking companion cube*
bubbles: abababa
me, crying: I'm sorry. You became a swim type. You cannot be allowed to exist on this emulated memory card
Smart people: Okay so I've bred my S/S/S/D/D chao with a B/C/E/S/S chao to get a maximum stat S/S/S/S/S chao. Now I let it reincarnate 3 times, give it one of every animal, ensuring that it becomes a Chaos Chao of my preferred alignment, which is Neutral. Now I can ace the Chao Race and get the final medals that I need to 100% the game—
Me: This one is named bubbles and I gave him too many penguins
Like bro that is a real human being with hopes and dreams. They probably have anxiety. Why the fuck are you asking them if they're a virgin in chat
kink, knife play
Not yandere mode like "don't date anyone besides me," yandere mode like "I know we're both into knife play, and I have decided that I am the one who is going to be doing the knifing"
I'm going to take all the anger that I point inwards at myself and point it outwards and immediately destroy all of my social and parasocial relationships
All of the media I love is awful and there's nothing I can do about it anymore. I feed off of it now. I'm a bad taste media vampire. Don't talk to me unless you have an unsettling knowledge of b-list JRPGs and c-list arthouse animation laced with the objectification of women
~ They/Them [plural] or She/Her [singular], please. ~
Nope