two or three pals

"am i faking this for attention" man what's the difference. you need the attention the world is too mean to people who don't get it

actually, the correct answer is "not really," because of the context in which the conversation lies. you see, in family guy season 3 episode 7,

sure

i guess

yeah kinda

no not really

yeah

too far buddy

wo~o~o~o~oooooahhhhh~ooo~o~o~oooaahhh~ooohh~oooi~oooaaahhh stooory of ghostandpalsaftertheymovedoutoftheirparent'shouselivingonnothingbutcultincomeeeeeee WO~O~O~O~OOOAAAA

my stories got a "[anime title] on crack" fan adaptation before it got an anime in the first place. "[anime title] on crack" creepypasta. if you're reading this... i may still be dead. stay tuned for more.

ghost and pals after hours gone right gone psychotic gone yuri so toxic it's yaoi gone yaoi gone fishing gone blackmail gone dissociative identity disorder gone FUCK!!!!! GOD DAMMIT SHIT FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOD gone ^_^ gone angelic gone sexual... and finally... gone sexual.

and we will end the conversation THERE anyways what i ACTUALLY hate is that my mom had the purest fucking heart in the world and i still feel better without her in the picture rn and that makes me feel like shit abt myself cus she's been my role model this whole time for navigating this fanbase shit

don't actually i have a disorder that works in weird ways

i was gonna post bitchtalk about hating the fact that i can't relate to people who vilify their moms rn and then i read this and he fucking squeaked "yeah" from the back of my head get a load of this fucking moron

the torture porn dungeon is in the room with us... right now... ahhh... haunted house actor job application....

i'm literally fine like i'm literally so fucking cool actually

BOY GO GET BACK IN YOUR TORTURE PORN DUNGEON. GET. GET.

narcissistic-ass curse my dad gave me. anyways.

i'm also rotating actual bullshit around in my mind and examining the topography this much because my first time with a genuinely good-for-me group of friends did some weird shit to me and forced those friends to cross paths with aforementioned actual bullshit before i knew what to do with it. so.

now what?
live, duh.
what does that entail?
i dunno, enjoying anything you haven't done yet???
but the internet already gave me those experiences. the real-life world didn't enjoy me enough to hold my attention away from spoilers.

sometimes i feel like therapy took all the milestones that were supposed to be spread across my life and crammed them into my first 30 years.

A flower:∆
#ghostandpals #sketch #fanart

I don't know how to draw Greg or Stephanie #ghostandpals #palsart #communications #fanart

i'm gonna be so real with you guys. the story was set in the 1950s and that woman had been getting gaslit by the world itself regarding the burdens she was carrying for 30 years ongoing at that point. i don't think she would've ever gotten to know what a sexuality even was before croaking. 🫡

ya

yes 👍 in the context of the person he is during the story's setting, he IDs as aro-homosexual because he's an unloved young-adult with a disorganized attachment style - he just wants to get caught up on social experience without too much commitment; as opposed to his peers with better childhoods.

they wrote the first half of trust fall (beginning ~ first chorus) before diagnosis; everything after that was post-Dx + education on the disorder. which was great! except for the part where they thought that the only problems and issues we have are self-hatred!!! @___@

i also wrote it because our second host REALLY wanted to finish trust fall, but it was a song about meeting me from their POV and - at least imo - it was insanely infantilizing/dismissive. we agreed that trust fall could be uploaded as long as i got to be petty about it in response LMAO.

this was jarring as fuck to me, because i had always assumed that the selfhood would be returned to them. i'm still getting used to being here. so i wrote covetous as i started looking for the ability to forgive myself for "what i did to kill myself."