my dm just asked if dark content was okay for our campaign and my initial response was ‘i read violent serial killer murder non-con fanfic for fun there is no fictional limit for me’ and then i realized i may have to reel in my enthusiasm a bit

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my dm just asked if dark content was okay for our campaign and my initial response was ‘i read violent serial killer murder non-con fanfic for fun there is no fictional limit for me’ and then i realized i may have to reel in my enthusiasm a bit
oh i forgot to tell you all our last dnd session all of us got kinda drunk and the DM got a bit too excited and when a bomb went off shook the table and spilled his cosmo spectacularly
GUESS WHO’S THE DUMB BITCH WHO FORGOT WHERE THEY LEFT A WHOLE ASS CAR AND CALLED THE CITY LOOKING FOR IT
“I will harness the infinite energy from a black hole just to shove it up your ass” is a real sentence one of my partners just threatened someone with
For the Ohio Renaissance Festival Fantasy weekend I’m going as an autumn forest fairy and my friend is going as a Forest Protectress and like our character are dating tbh
Let see... I’m tired and bored... Why not... vent.....
It really sucks when people say you need to talk about a traumatic thing when you’re functioning because maybe it will improve my standard of living in the long run, but it doesn’t stop this feeling of disgust and turmoil now. It doesn’t negate the fact that my quality of life will decline sharply at the beginning and it sucks because I’ve worked to hard to cope with it all now. To reassure myself that the csa was really that bad and I’m not being dramatic about a couple of kids playing doctor. To figure out how to accept that my parents love me, and I love them, but they were abusive and how to exist with those seemingly dichotomous ideas at the same time. To come to terms with my feelings of otherness and outcast in my family. To understand the gravity of my life. To find pride in myself and who I am. It’s taken so much work and time to find that and I will feel the need to prove to someone else the things I already know. It just.. not worth it.
I’ve had people comment recently about how they think I’m like... really together and shit and like... I guess? I cope well most days because I’m trying to live my best life. I’ve only got one and it’s no use being bent and tattered about it. It doesn’t stop my depression, or my anxiety, or past events from happening. I still am anxious 2/3 of the day. I still go in and out of depression. I still have to deal with the repercussions of abuse. But like... I can also eat cake. I can also look tacky and love it. I can also go do whatever I want because honestly? as anxious as I am, I don’t have to really worry about other people disliking me more that I dislike myself. I’ve started to figure out what I value and after that, things get easy because if I just stick to what I value, I won’t regret much. It took 24 years and I’m still struggling but I’m also getting better.