Me When I See Someone I Really Like

Spring Trap Willy/English Willy

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Part 2

Part 3

the final post

Fanart happened apparently

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All credit goes to the artists and @skipppppy, the one who made the og posts! I simply compiled them, so don’t just tell me you love it! Tell them!

People who fuck around on their laptops during lectures are so important I'm watching someone in front of me play tetris online enraptured

A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it. Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go. Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past. Polished Blade: You remember something. Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.

Sloppity Bilepiper pfp I did for myself.

“Mark you’re scaring the shit out of me right meow.”

more kitty Cecil (this is an alternate dimension where everything is the same except Cecil is a cat and Mark's goggles are the wrong color)

I am at 69 posts and I am overjoyed at the humorous sexual implication. And, as with any joy, I wish to share it with the world; to scream it from the rooftops for all to hear. Thrilled, I rush to my keyboard to quickly type out a short joke. However, I am met with a dilemma: if I make a post about it, the source of my joy will be no more, as it will be my 70th post. But, if I don't make a post, no one will ever know that it even existed in the first place.

So I must choose: should I commemorate this beautiful moment and, by doing so, end it? Or should I preserve this moment forever, but never celebrate it? Which kind of death is more real? To die in public or live in secret?

I save the post as a draft and promise myself that I'll come back and choose. I come back but I don't choose. The post just grows longer and longer as I promise myself, again and again, that I'll make a choice next time. If I can just perfect it, if I can just string together a flawless sequence of words for my thoughts, then the correct choice will be obvious - then I won't need to live in this moment forever.

My therapist tells me this is a recurring thing for me: to be caught between wanting to live in yesterday and wanting to control tomorrow. I think I'm scared of change. I think I feel small. I think I'm scared of being alone. I think I feel small. I think I try to control the things I'm scared of. I think I feel small. I think I try to bottle and taxidermize joy instead of feeling it. I think I feel small. I think showing people my joy is a proxy for feeling it. I think I feel small. I think death scares me but I don’t know which kind scares me more.

On one hand, I wish I could live in the moment and celebrate today instead of trying to preserve it. I wish that I spent more time making decisions and less time deciding. Despite being obsessed with time, I rarely cherish or enjoy it. On the other hand, I wish I didn’t need to publicly celebrate my time. I wish I could just enjoy something without advertising my joy. I don’t feel comfortable feeling anything unless you see it.

Caught between two bad coping mechanisms for deeper fears ways to cheat death, I think the only good choice is to delete this post, to accept that a beautiful thing happened (past tense) and to love it for an unimportant moment by my unimportant self. I think the only good choice is to love and live myself, even if I can’t do either forever. But, if you are seeing this post, you already know what choice I made. And, if you aren’t seeing this post, then you never knew that I made a choice to begin with. To you, dear reader, this post exists in quantum superposition - live and dead, made and unmade - until you read it. Like Schrodinger's cat, I exist in the blur between yesterday and tomorrow; I only live or die when you look.

finally, someone who knows how to throw it back for a real one properly

now I'm curious as to how the Theraprism would actually attempt to help/treat Aku, since he is, unlike most of their patients, literally made of pure evil

characters that are literally ontologically evil are fascinating to me. like, how they function psychologically. especially when we get a character like aku who's clearly much more a person than an abstract concept, and yet is Made Of Evil.

but i'm not here to write that essay, i'm here to make jokes. They probably treat him something like this.

when you're in a villain rehabilitation program in what's called the dimensional tyrant ward, it takes a lot to be one of the patients that the staff calls "a menace," but somehow i think aku and bill could manage. Nobody should teach these two how to weaponize therapyspeak.

but like—listen, I'm of the opinion that the Theraprism is incompetent and ineffective. I'm leery of the credentials of any psychiatric hospital that uses solitary confinement & sensory deprivation as a punishment. But I also think that if a crappy but well-intended hospital has hold of an immortal patient for long enough, eventually they might get something right.

I'm also of the opinion that after several thousand years, Aku is no longer 100% pure evil, but instead 90% evil/10% just some guy.