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Hi guys, it's been a while. I'm rusty and older and in a really good place. I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I think I'm going to come back. I originally left because I believed this was an escape from the real world that was unhealthy. Like an addiction to maladaptive daydreaming.
I know this post may reach no one, but I'll be archiving this place and making a new Hitsharder. Stay tuned?
If you wondered what happened to me,
Hello everyone! My name is Bambi, most of you knew that. I’ve been around a long time. A lot has happened in my life since we last spoke. I got married, got my own place, made some friends, got my first ever cat.
I am healthy and happy now. I used tumblr rp to cope with how much I hated my life since 2015 and maybe even before that. A kind of maladaptive daydream to escape to somewhere nicer, where I had friends and people cared about me. Where I didn’t have to live my own life.
I don’t think I need it anymore. I think I’m okay now.
I will always love the stories I made, the people I met. How it distracted me enough that I could get through the day. You all deserve to know I’m okay and nothing tragic happened to me. This choice isn’t easy, but it’s one I have to make.
I don’t think I’ll be back. I think that’s a good thing. Please consider this post as Clint’s death if that gives you closure. Something undoubtedly mundane as to fit the frailness of his humanity and how he was just an ordinary man.
I won’t be responding to anything from this point.
From the bottom of my heart, to everyone I met along the way and the only thing I was living for for so many years
Goodbye, love Bambi
special thanks to the family. You know who you are.
I never even told you my name, or shared more than a few words ooc, but know that you kept me alive. I needed the threads and I sewed myself together with them. My friends till the heat death of the universe
aa!stevetony: *having a moment*
clint:
I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER OH MY
Give my muse something (an animal, food, a weapon, anything!) and see their reaction!
IS BAMBI ALWAYS RIGHT?
honestly my blog is so linked to @overclocks, we are a package deal
ꜱᴀʀᴅɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ
“Did you ever know that you’re my hero? My earth’s mightest hero?” / @hitsharder
❝ Am I your valentine? I want a cruise this year and at least three carats, Tinman. ❞
Is Bambi always right?
❝ Kate can have my 90 day coin because I intend to get a better one ❞
*punches his shoulder really hard and glares*
🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: □□□□□□□□ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ — ❝ Ow! Hey, hey. Wait — before you beat me up, Chickadee ❞ He smiles. Something a little brighter, a little more aged. He sets his duffle bag down. What he’s been living out of for three months and a few different facilities. He’s actually shaven and showered, though he still smells of stale coffee and familiar green soap bar. He hugs her. Tightly.
❝ I should tell you where I’ve been kiddo, but I want to give you this first. I traveled a long way to hand it over. I know you’re mad but, if you’ll just give me a second. ❞ He hands her his 90 day sober coin. ❝ I want to be around for you. I want to really be here when I’m with you, kiddo. ❞
Be afraid
we’re going to say the time I went missing, is Clint in an inpatient alcohol rehab and then a wilderness retreat like he used to do in the 2000s when he would just go into the wild for a bit.
in which Kate finds an old picture, circus-era old, and wants to know if Clint can still do that?
girly-girl I have no idea
let’s find out
and Lucky thinks it’s pretty great
dad what are you DOING
are we PLAYING?
DO YOU NEED HELP I CAN HELP I AM A GOOD DOG
kisses his cheek.
He rests his head on her lap, with a heavy sigh. ❝ You want me to eat you out as we catch up on that trashy reality show Kate sent us? ❞