that scene where ghostboo gives tubbo the pink tulip :]
[ID: Two page comic that illustrates the scene mentioned in the caption. Ghostboo has a black and white cloth over his head and a torn open suit jacket which shows the scar on his chest. Tubbo is a goat hybrid, and he is wearing a thick winter jacket with pink flowers on it. He has a golden ring on one of his horns; Ghostboo has a golden ring on his right ring finger. The sequence of the comic goes: Tubbo approaches Ghostboo from behind, saying, “Ranboo?” Ghostboo turns around and nervously says, “Oh, uh– Tubbo! Hi!” We see Ghostboo looks worried or afraid, and is interrupted by Techno, who says, “Ranboo, you’re– you’re here!” The conversation continues in the background, but Ghostboo is distracted, and he turns to pick up a pink tulip and quietly give it to Tubbo.
Around the comic panels, there look to be pieces of paper of two kinds - cut out scraps, or larger paragraphs. The cut-out scraps all read the following:
APPENDIX 1. Additional thoughts. 1. On the subject 1.1. You’re dead. You are living a kind of undeath. 1.2. We must make the distinction: you are not the thing that died. That is to say, you are not the same. The thing that died lives in your hindbrain. In your trachea. 1.3. The soul remains. 2. On grief 2.1 He doesn’t know how to feel about you. He is mourning. How do you mourn this? 2.2 He doesn’t love you. You are a haunting. 3. On life after death 3.1. The soul remains. You still love him.
The bigger paragraphs are excerpts from the paper Complicated Grief Treatment by M Catherine Shear, MD. Highlighted are the phrases “we develop an intuitive, implicit knowledge of our loved ones as well” and “continued expectation that the loved one will return.” End ID.]
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randomly just remembered that time tubbo’s mc fox died and he called ranboo about it but ranboo was at the dentist’s office w his family and left to talk tubbo thru his grief for a videogame fox from a nearby field
being alive is great because there is so much Dan and Phil Games games to watch. but then there’s also The Horrors.
he is 38 years old, a stinky baby, a grown man with dick and balls, my son who is 3 apples tall, a fucking idiot, a gay twink, and my lesbian wife
shout out to the literal fan fiction happening a few blocks from my apartment. there has been this halal meat market on the corner for like 19 years that the owner’s son just inherited and directly across the street this woman opened a kosher grocery store and since day one they’ve had this very friendly fake rivalry, playing it up for the customers, it’s always been super goofy and light hearted. so turns out last night she proposed in the middle of the afternoon rush in the meat market and he said YES and she’s moving her store to the adjacent empty storefront on the left so they can have a JOINT GROCERY STORE it is so fucking cute I wish them the happiest marriage ever
the mundanity of the unimaginable
marie howe, from “how some of it happened” / oscar wilde, from the picture of dorian gray / andrew grace, from “do you consider writing to be therapeutic?” / leila chatti, from “what will happen” / franny choi, from “notes on the existence of ghosts” / richard siken, from an interview with james hall / james baldwin, from giovanni’s room
google how to reach salvation no god no religion in 5 minutes
I wanted to download We Will Rock You, but…
something something tree metaphor idk y'all figure it out
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merry christmas from these blockheads 🎄❄️
Shout out to fanfic writers who write their favourite characters into incredibly specific niches like complex academic studies or horse taming or the intricacies of the fashion industry or historical politics just because they love it. I do in fact want to learn about your niche interests disguised as a slash fic, thank you