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my name’s buddy! you can call me that or placeholder! pronouns are it/its, i’m in college for BFA musical theatre!
i do art, write fanfic, make music sometimes
i’m very much into clowns, circuses, roller coasters, music theory and musical theatre! i’m part of many many fandoms but i’ll put some main ones in the tags!
would love to make some mutuals! i have trouble reaching out due to fear of overstepping, but i’ll always reply to messages and asks and stuff! i’m a very social creature
thanks for reading!
i want to be as important to someone as everyone else in the world is to me
one thing about having tics in nyc is that no one cares At All
its very freeing to me, in a way. there’s still that little bit of fear that i’ll get misunderstood or hurt in some way, but people here really have other things to worry about and my tics on the subway are not nearly the strangest thing theyve seen in the last 20 minutes
especially when i’m with friends in public too, they never react to my tics anymore so everyone who does notice is just like “oh okay theyre fine” and move on with their day
way better than back in the suburbs where one singular strange thing will have you being stared at until you leave
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do yall think gangle tried telling the others about how they were isekai’d and no one listens because no one knows what that means… i would listen…
coming back home often puts me in a very similar headspace to that of steven universe towards the end of su:f (bad) but with that comes the emotional push that i need to get out of my artblock and ideas start pouring out of me like a coke freestyle machine (good)
anyway prepare for a large influx of fics this holiday season
i love my neighborhood so dearly bc ive known these people my whole life and we’re all family!! so i know that whenever i lock my car (i have to lock it five times, and it beeps every time) i know theyre not annoyed about it because they know that it means i’m home and safe :] anywhere else im worried about disturbing others but when i’m home i know that if anyone notices the “HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK”, they’ll feel good knowing im safe at home
ugh i love sleeping but i HATE the fact that i NEED to do it. if i could just choose to do it, i would still do it pretty often, but the fact that i need it to survive pisses me off. “oh you cant survive without being completely dead to the world for 8 hours every day” are you fucking serious?????? what is even The Point
one of my childhood best friends just said that i was one of HER childhood best friends and i didnt know how much i needed to hear that
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i wish the prospect of seeing me was enough for people to want to hang out with me. it really really sucks that drugs always have to be involved. why can’t i be good enough for anyone if they’re not drunk or high?
if tua s4 doesn’t end with klaus having his soldier boy with all of his memories back and them being alive and safe and in love and living peaceful lives then what is even the point
i got so unbelievably fucking lucky with my roommate i can’t believe it like i cant even put into words how much i love them and how grateful i am for their patience and consideration and consistency
as much i love them all, i really think if i lived with anyone else in our program the sheer stress of the work would bleed into the home and they wouldnt be as tolerant or cognizant of my peculiarities, so i think i truly am very blessed to have all that i do and i’m glad my roommate and i can grow and learn and accommodate one another together instead of letting stubbornness and different needs pull us apart
this crossover is more possible than you think
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does anyone have that audio post of a big crowd all singing “no children” by the mountain goats together? it’s been living in my mind as such a raw and beautifully human moment and i REALLY need it
i cannot stress enough how lucky i got to have the friends that i do
i’m at a party rn and i got really overwhelmed because it was an easter potluck and the dish i was gonna bring got messed up bc our oven broke, then i couldn’t eat a lot at the potluck bc when i get too stressed i can’t try anything new and EVERYTHING was something new, then it was way louder than i anticipated and there were a lot of flashing lights and stuff once the actual Party part started
but then my friend (who lives in the apartment the party’s at) quietly and discreetly offered me her room for as long as i needed it and helped me out with the lights, and my roommate brought me water and some snacks they keep for me in case i can’t find anything i can eat when im stressed and i just
i got really really really lucky and everyone in my class is so kind and i know they don’t even think about these things as being a big deal but it means the literal world to me, i love them all a lot
i’ve gotten more grounded and they’re watching hop so i’m probably gonna join them in a few minutes :]
last week my friend got really into chuckle sandwich and then came to class and said i was “the schlatt to [her] ted” and it’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me