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As a video game nerd, I feel so ashamed.
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As a video game artist (or at least in school to be one), I'm... not sure how to feel about her claim that much of the work I do doesn't happen, since it's apparently filmed live-action.
I literally injured my hand illustrating a cutscene for a game two semesters ago, but I must have imagined that ever happening.
I literally injured my hand illustrating a cutscene for a game two semesters ago, but I must have imagined that ever happening.
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I like to think they were a group of real people who she never spoke to but mentally insterted herself in their social group and then got mad when they didn't compliment her mostly because they've never talked to her in their lives. (And because she's a crazy man/woman child but whatever)Springblossom said:
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If I was sue I would take pictures all the time just to get under her skin.
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How have we not talked about her since may? I mean what on earth is she even talking about in this tumblr post? Apparently her two real friends Gibson and shadow have told her to knock it off?
http://starultranova.tumblr.com/post/67 ... y-at-night
Wow. She was really bugging the CRAP out of them.
http://starultranova.tumblr.com/post/67 ... y-at-night
Why I cry at night
Because I dread the next day.
I dread the morning’s operational routine.
Because every morning, I long for Gibson and Shadow to be a part of it. But I always have to face the reality that they’re not. And can’t be. And won’t be.
After Gibson stopped having to see me before school, he stopped doing so entirely. He doesn’t even answer his texts until after 1 PM now. So much for “I need to see you before one-o-clock or else I’ll assume you’re dead.” Which I do. Every day. And every day before class I crawl into Mio’s arms and silently plead with her to find me somewhere where I’ll be safe and happy in the event that Gibson turns out to be dead. And oh god, I have never cried so much while writing a damn blog post.
Shadow doesn’t always go in calls with me anymore. Yesterday he didn’t. I hardly got to see him at all yesterday—not at all before school and very little after. He doesn’t have to call me every day before 6 PM anymore, so he doesn’t. The silence would’ve killed me if my guardians hadn’t been especially chatty yesterday. I don’t like silence, because there was a time when it was all I had. Again, I have never cried so much while writing a blog post.
Our morning texting is a thing of the past. Not only does Gibson not have to see me before school, he doesn’t have to leave his phone on so I can text him on the way to school. I don’t get that text until after one-o-clock now.
"Family group calls" are a thing of the past. Shadow never minded them, but Gibson did, very much so. Again, we don’t have to do them anymore, so they don’t.
"We don’t have to do it anymore, so we don’t" has become the family doctrine.
I wonder exactly how happy the two of them were to discover my soulbonds were able and willing to take over everything.
I’m glad they’re happy. I’m not saying this passive-aggressively. I am genuinely glad they’re happy and have more freedom to do what they please now. I’m glad I’m no longer a burden that rests upon their shoulders.
I’m glad they’re happy. And well, even I’m happy, most of the time. It seems like so long as those operational tasks are met—by anyone—I can be happy. But at night when the day’s operations have concluded…that’s when all of the downsides of my newfound reality are free to hit me in the face.
And that’s when I cry.
sad
Because I dread the next day.
I dread the morning’s operational routine.
Because every morning, I long for Gibson and Shadow to be a part of it. But I always have to face the reality that they’re not. And can’t be. And won’t be.
After Gibson stopped having to see me before school, he stopped doing so entirely. He doesn’t even answer his texts until after 1 PM now. So much for “I need to see you before one-o-clock or else I’ll assume you’re dead.” Which I do. Every day. And every day before class I crawl into Mio’s arms and silently plead with her to find me somewhere where I’ll be safe and happy in the event that Gibson turns out to be dead. And oh god, I have never cried so much while writing a damn blog post.
Shadow doesn’t always go in calls with me anymore. Yesterday he didn’t. I hardly got to see him at all yesterday—not at all before school and very little after. He doesn’t have to call me every day before 6 PM anymore, so he doesn’t. The silence would’ve killed me if my guardians hadn’t been especially chatty yesterday. I don’t like silence, because there was a time when it was all I had. Again, I have never cried so much while writing a blog post.
Our morning texting is a thing of the past. Not only does Gibson not have to see me before school, he doesn’t have to leave his phone on so I can text him on the way to school. I don’t get that text until after one-o-clock now.
"Family group calls" are a thing of the past. Shadow never minded them, but Gibson did, very much so. Again, we don’t have to do them anymore, so they don’t.
"We don’t have to do it anymore, so we don’t" has become the family doctrine.
I wonder exactly how happy the two of them were to discover my soulbonds were able and willing to take over everything.
I’m glad they’re happy. I’m not saying this passive-aggressively. I am genuinely glad they’re happy and have more freedom to do what they please now. I’m glad I’m no longer a burden that rests upon their shoulders.
I’m glad they’re happy. And well, even I’m happy, most of the time. It seems like so long as those operational tasks are met—by anyone—I can be happy. But at night when the day’s operations have concluded…that’s when all of the downsides of my newfound reality are free to hit me in the face.
And that’s when I cry.
sad
Wow. She was really bugging the CRAP out of them.
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She looks a LOT like a girl I used to bang out when I was around 18. She was 16 at the time (which would make her 28 now) and a little thinner around the waist, so I know it's not her, but gawddamn it looks a lot like her. She and I had a lot of good times, and then I never called her again. Meh.
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pickleniggo said:
I think I'd be pretty frustrinated if I met someone like this. That's a portmanteau of frustrated and fascinated. On one hand I'd be frustrated that someone like this is so open about their delusions and actually thinks it's perfectly OK to be so mentally defective as well as their attention whoring and self-pitying, but on the other hand I'd be fascinated to see them in action and to find out how exactly they function, if you can call...THAT functioning.
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http://starultranova.tumblr.com/post/67 ... pery-slope
SO SHE COULD BE ONE OF US!!!!!!!!
SO SHE COULD BE ONE OF US!!!!!!!!
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Well I was talking about it with Sephiroth and Lightning and they say it isn't me.
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I was debating weather I should post this or not..
Well, as some of you know, Star and I are good friends. She helped me through a really, really rough time in my life, when I was doing radiation therapy and was very sick and scared. She does read the forums here a lot, and although she isn't a registered user, she legitimately likes you guys and enjoys reading your threads.
Well, as some of you know, Star and I are good friends. She helped me through a really, really rough time in my life, when I was doing radiation therapy and was very sick and scared. She does read the forums here a lot, and although she isn't a registered user, she legitimately likes you guys and enjoys reading your threads.
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