The Glendale Archives protagonist: “To admit that I don’t want to stop something that is hurting me…It opens me up for what I fear the most. Being abandoned. . . . But then again, how can I learn to accept these things if no one is around to witness it? How can I be accepted for it and prove the fear wrong if there’s no one there? I guess I’ll…just have to learn to accept it for myself.”
the reason usa birth rates going down is because we have a whole generation of women whose sexual awakening was Sans undertale and none of the men want to wear jorts and drink ketchup and go Er er er
Bitch that’s the tubby custard machine 😂 *image depicts a vast monstrous infernal engine using hundreds of spiderlike arms of black iron to shove the writhing bodies of naked, emaciated humans into its blazing maw*
title card for a fanfic im slowly working on. not sure if it'll see the light of day. summery below.
Devi wakes up in johnny's house after a severe head injury. after a very paranoid interrogation she doesn't trust his word that shes only been there a "couple days".
after freely fleeing leaving his house. she soon discovers shes forgotten a whole year of her life and its extreme changes. now having a nice boyfriend, her and tenna broke their friendship and tenna moved away. a nice paying new office job and gave up painting for a stable life. while trying to adapt to her sudden yet old life she makes a bitter realization. her brain is failing far beyond a concussion. large blanks of time, her memories faulty, and appearing elsewhere without a clue. she accepts her slow demise begrudgingly.
yet, for some reason, a part of her brain has latched onto johnny. refusing to give up any memories of him. questioning why, especially when in her injured state, she arrived at his house. all on her own and of all places to go. maybe the best way to stay sane is to be with someone who isn't.
don't fully like that the actual title gets lost, but i decided to sacrifice it for the overall look.