#onlyacrack

[esamastation]

I know next to noodles about Star Wars, having only watched two of the movies and never having gotten into the fandom... But I'm really enjoying Sith of Old so far!

Seems to be a common thing among readers of this one x3. Glad to see people are enjoying it anyway! cheers :3

[tiikeria]

RTX 2015 With Team Vehicular Manslaughter (1/???)

“NO BRAKES NO BRAKES NO BRAKES.” -Us, at multiple points, definitely

[tiikeria]

. Go apple picking V.S. Go on a hay ride

Haaaaaay riiiiiiiiides. I love Hay Rides. We used to take them on Halloween Camporee in Girl Scouts, and the councilors would always stop at certain places on the trails and tell ghost stories and it was the best.

[pchew]

it’s day 2 of rtx and we already have more inside jokes than i can count

-vehicular manslaughter

-because austin

-take a selfie with the cactus

-viv le fuck you

-because fuck you that’s why

-james ryan baewood

-ray bae

-”yOU SHOULD HAVE WALKED” (courtesy of Caleb Dananananacour.)

-”YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME ENOUGH TO GET A TICKET” (Jack Pattillo)

-Chewy is the Angel of Bullshit

-elbows are ambulaces

-chewy died/is dead

-KINKY

[tiikeria]

Road to RTX

Update #whoknows?: OFFICIALLY IN TEXAS. [VIBRATES IN EXCITEMENT]

[thejaredproject]

It had to have been about a year and a half ago; I was in my last semester of college, struggling with classes, alone, trying to find an internship and struggling with reasons to not just quit everything. That’s not the start of it all, not by a long shot, but that’s when it really started to pile up - By myself, I didn’t have to hold the façade I’d been carrying for thirteen years, being strong for others while holding off mourning for my dad. With no one else to see, I could silently sit and stew about loneliness and feeling worthless, a burden upon those I loved. In the void of white bricks that surrounded me like I was some criminal in my dorm, my personal identity issues came to the forefront and brought a hell of a lot of confusion upon me. My nightmares came a dime a dozen, featuring my house set ablaze, the last breath of a dearly departed friend who died in my arms, and my own brushes, which had been steadily increasing in recent years. I was close, then, and with no one in a hundred miles to sit with me and talk me through it. So, to distract myself, I dove into Supernatural. I needed to slide into that alternate universe (is there any doubt that those kinds of episodes end up being my favorites?) and visit that place where the love between two brothers can (repeatedly) save the world, to hide from my own reality. It was a mix of a lot of things from the show, too many to list, that helped me keep fighting to graduation.

And then I entered the real world, and realized my reality there was even worse. I had no purpose, and for six months I sat on A Plan: with no job, I couldn’t start paying back my student loans… but they wouldn’t charge me if I wasn’t around, and I really didn’t see a way out. I was trapped in a bad place, and still felt like a nasty weight on my friends and mother, and a disappointment to my father’s memory. So a date was set, most decidedly shoved between the season nine finale and the first due date of my loan. Enough time, at least, for me to see the resolution of the story that had pulled me through to that far, and then sort out my affairs. So, the night of the finale came. I prepared for what I thought were going to be my last days.

And then I got a call about a job. Between the show pushing back That Date and that manager, I was pulled back from the edge again, and firmly tied to solid ground for a while.

It should end there, but it doesn’t. Not really. There have been long periods of time in that last year or so where I lost hope once more - and, without fail, I gathered my resources, fired up Netflix, made cup after cup of tea, and dug around for stuff to cling to, or things to distract my hands as I held on, weathering the storm as well as I could.

2015, notably, started off like hell for me. Seasonal depression hit me like a ton of bricks, and it was all I could do to bear through it, one more day, one more weekend, one more week, one more paycheck, and, after I’d gone that far, I went ahead and went one more month. I’ve fought and fought, and while I didn’t come out completely unscathed, I’m here.

I’m here.

I’m not going to give up. Everything’s still there - that sadness, that loneliness, that self-loathing - but I’m stronger than it, now. For much of it, I’ve got three particular fictional characters (and can I include one very special Impala as well?) to thank, at least for the year and a half that they’ve helped me through. No doubt, now that I have reasons and I know I’ve the strength, I’m going to always keep fighting.

[tiikeria]

Can you imagine sitting through Lazer Team and just laughing your ass off the whole time and then come the credits. We die hard Rooster Teeth fans have to sit through the whole thing and point out all the people who worked on it. Then at the end. Just six words. And we cry. We all cry. Of course those words would be; in loving memory of Monty Oum

ANON WHY WOULD YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THAT?

I mean, we all expect it to appear, but it won't make it hurt less. My friends will not be expecting when I start sobbing.

onlyacrack: Bring tissues.

[twistedsweets]

my friends are precious. if you hurt them, i will drag you around by your entrails.