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Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood
Bitches be like ‘I’m so tired and sleepy’ and then stay up doing hyperfixtation shit for the next 5 hours
alright so, heres my current working scientific hypothesis:
tmnt brainrot --particularly rottmnt brainrot-- is so goddamn Powerful, that even bitches who left the internet years ago & hate posting will become infected with an insatiable need to draw, revive themselves on tumblr dot com, and start spamming turtle arts
supporting evidence:
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Can I be turned into a baton or an iron pipe? It's for social experiment and science.
BITCHES will buy something to do for an evening or two then as soon as theyre gonna start they an idea for something else ans will never touch that thing they bought. 🙄
Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood
getting older can be so amazing? you get more familiar with yourself. learn tips & tricks for troubleshooting your own brain. trial & error helps you build routines that minimize discomfort, maximize reward. your preferences/interests don't get set in stone, but you do find out which ones are going to stay with you in the long-term, and which ones are fun but transient joys to appreciate in the moment.
you learn that the world is so much more complex than you were taught, and that that's okay, and that there's an endless supply of things you can learn or watch or experience or think about if you want to. if you're lucky, you loosen up, stop putting so much pressure on yourself. if you're lucky, you learn to recognize that negative inner voice, and whack it with a baseball bat until it hushes up. if you're lucky, you learn to treat yourself gently, not because you are fragile but because you are worthy of gentleness. (i hope you are lucky.)
and some things will change. some things will get better. some things will get good. and maybe you start to recover from the dehumanizing stress of childhood/education. maybe you learn the power of your own autonomy. maybe you learn how to walk away from bad situations (which is a superpower even if you don't realize it yet). and you get to choose your own clothes. and your own food. and which relationships to pursue! and what you do with your free time. and with your life (but don't worry you get to choose that gradually). and that's crazy! and sometimes scary. and extraordinarily, indescribably precious.
Bitches already thinking of a crossover au between dream smp and Powers/Hybrid smp.
Bitches be like "my anxiety isn't that bad" and then spend two hours borderline dissociating because of something that didn't even happen
peak interior design to me is maximalism with dark green or black walls
the thing about harrowhark nonagesimus is that on the surface, she's this aloof maybe kinda creepy maybe kind of a bitch bone nun. but then she's also like a really good necromancer, and she does such crazy badass shit with bones, literally forming harpoons out of her own bones and spearing ghosts of planets with them, and she has these iconic lines like 'death first to vultures and scavengers' and she was so focused about the Canaan House puzzle that she mapped every goddamn door in the whole place in like a day and a half and worked herself to exhaustion learning theorems, she's just an intense, sharply thinking sort of person. not to mention she's so closed off you almost wonder if she even has feelings. but then you read a bit deeper and you realize that harrowhark nonagesimus is also a sad miserable kitten on a stoop in the pouring rain. she's a neurotic mess that is borderline incapable of admitting or acknowledging her true emotions (emphasis on borderline) and would sooner fling herself into the sun than admit any vulnerability. she's the daughter of genocide. she fucking hates herself. no one has more problems than her. she is pitiful. and THEN she's also a fucking weirdo on top of all that. she can't stand food with any significant flavor. tea biscuits are beyond her. she fell in love with a frozen dead body and would marry it if she could. she's afraid of hot water. she thinks bones are the sexiest thing there is. harrowhark nonagesimus is simultaneously so cool, so sick, and so strange, and it's enough for anyone to look at her and be like, what the fuck is going on here? and that is why she gets bitches.
bitches will listen to bridge over troubled water and be completely out of commission for the next 12 hours
bad bitches are still in their percy jackson phase 10+ years after reading the books for the first time
bitches be like "i have such a great story idea i can't wait to make it a reality!" then lie down in bed while the silly story spins around in their brain like a washing machine.
guess who's rewriting again instead of just revising🙂
i've never understood how you can just make an oc with no story attached. this seems to be a visual artist thing, where maybe it's fun to draw a cool design in the void over and over. but i am permanently stuck in writer mode, so to me a character is inseparable from a character arc. with no story, no internal tension that gets set up and resolved, no character moments, there is no character. they have to be doing something
Bitches be like, "oh I'm not ticklish" then giggle when the slightest touch hits their midriff🤨
