all of tumblr: we fucking hate bots

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Hey, I LOVE bots when they’re just here to play with us. COMMERCIAL bots suck.

Hey, I LOVE bots when

they’re just here to play with us.

COMMERCIAL bots suck.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

SERVICE DOG PSA

So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)

I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up

If a service dog without a person approaches you, it means the person is down and in need of help

Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him

((Xel would be the fresh out of jail uncle that everyone hates but they have to deal with anyways. YHS Grian is the baby of the family, even if they are a teen. Mother Spore is literally the mom and its just the nickname the kids gave them. Xel and Mother Spore are siblings, YHS Grian and NPG are twins, Regular Grian is the oldest child who somehow manages to cause the most chaos))

[Its a minute till the typing bubble appears, and several until a message is made.]

<Grian> sam got me he did it he won hes going to kill me and make it look like i did it when I didnt

[Its littered with typos. But in Grian's defense, it's hard to type right now.]

<BOMB> Woah woah. Okay. Do you have a weapon? Anything to fight with?

*Bomb grabs his axe and quickly slides it into its proper spot before grabbing his twin daggers, hiding them in his wings like Spore taught him. He then grabs some TNT....just in case, putting it in his inventory as a last resort.*

[An even longer pause. Grian is trying to stitch himself up give him a break.]

<Grian> he's not here

<Grian> he left me to bleed out alone

<Grian> said he'd take care of my body when he got back from school

[Again, it's riddled with typos. But given how shaky his hands are, Bomb is lucky it's somewhat legible.]

*Bomb swears under his breath before running as quickly as he can through a portal he made, quickly looking around for Grian. He seems to be infront of a school. He doesn't know this world, he doesn't know where to go*

<BOMB> what area? I'm outside of a school. I havent been here i don't know my way around. If you can describe the place that would be great. Or call out or anything!

*Bomb is panickingly slightly quickly searching around anywhere for any sign of Grian*

[The place looks to be Japan. At least, with the students walking in the building in uniforms. There's a pair, one with long white rabbit ears, the other with blue and red headphones...]

<Grian> I know where you are

<Grian> Facing away from the school you want to go *insert directions*

<Grian> I'm in the basement, but I'm going to try getting out

*Bomb instantly gets a bad vibe from the one with rabbit ears as he just...stares at them. But once he gets the directions he sprints towards the building*

Grian! Where are you! *He shouts as he opens the door of the building, he quickly trys to find the stairs to the basement, running down them*

[The door is locked, but can be unlocked. There's the distinct sound of a gun being loaded from behind it. No response from Grian.]

[If Bomb opens the door, he'll see the room. It looks like a murder scene, fitting. Along the far wall, is a puddle of blood, far too much. There's cut rope all around it. There's a bloody trail to a shelf in the corner, a smaller puddle of blood next to an open duffle bag, first aid materials scattered around it. And standing in the middle of the room, is Grian. He points the gun at the floor, fiddling with it.]

[Grian himself... looks like he's on death's door. Pale, just as if not more scrawny than before, sleeves pulled up, showing his bandaged arms. His hands are coated in drying blood. His hair is a mess. On his face is a big blooming bruise, and his lip looks like he bit it. Somthing nicked his neck, it's not bleeding, though. But a bruise is blooming similar to the one on his face, like someone tried to strangle him.]

[All the gun is for is to shoot the door handle, to escape. That's his plan.]

*Bomb grabs his axe, using the blunt end to smack the door handle. He is too panicked to look for a key, he just knows he needs to get to Grian*

I'm going as fast as I can! Keep pressure on the wound, okay!?

*Bomb says in a panic*

[Grian flinches at the sound of the axe, shooting the floor and shouting a swear.]

Bomb? Bomb! I've- I've got a gun. If you back away from the door, I can shoot the handle.

[Grian steps to the door. He, unlike his roommates, knows gun safety. And not to point a firearm at someone unless you want to shoot them.]

That might not work fully! We might have to do it at the same time. It might take your side off but it'll still be hard to get on my end! I'll hit at the same time you shoot it! Aim for the base of it around the screws!

*Bomb continues to hit the handle, clearly getting a bit more distressed*

Okay! I'll do that!

[Grian's voice wavers. Damn it. No. Can't cry right now. Even if the last thing he wants to do is shoot. But still, he follows Bomb's instructions, taking a deep breath, aiming, and firing. Right as the handle gives up.]

*Bomb shouts when the bullet hits his arm, but he ignores it and quickly opens the door, running inside to hug Grian and inspect for all the injuries*

Where did he get you? Where are you injuries?

*He asks quickly, his voice shaking in concern*

LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED

These pro endo post are starting to piss me off having dealt with an endogenic system literally using all of us bodily and mentally.

Its not fun. Its not a fucking trend. If you don’t have trauma you don’t have DID. If you hear voices and you see them then you have some sort of other illness. You do not have DID, stop fucking insisting you do.

DID is caused my consistent mental and physical trauma, REAL trauma, not “omg this really stressed me out” “omg my mom yelled at me.”

Someone has to say it and idc, i will. Shut the fuck up.

Just shut up. Please. You are, at this point, making fun of a real trauma disorder that people have to deal with every day. Going back to what my host said, he made a post saying that people who find this disorder quirky and fun will never understand the pros and cons of it, its hard. Its fucking… hard.

So before you sit there, the one who had a perfect happy fucking childhood, sit there and think about the people who actually have this disorder who went through the worst kind of shit in their early life, do I really have DID? Or do i have something else? Possibly serious enough to get help? Maybe I have trauma thats actually forgotten about and suppressed? And if you do then you might have DID or OSDD, but if you have NO trauma.. then please just get help. Idfk anymore.. just stop.

You people hurt people whether you do it intentionally or not. Then you people wonder “oh why is no one accepting us??? Thats so rude why are you harassing me???” Why the fuck are you ROLEPLAYING saying its an alter???

This was pure anger.. im tired of it. Im tired of seeing pro endo shit after being used by one of you guys. Fuck. Off.

- Don’t worry about who i am.

[taps watch] you've got 2 months, art fighters...

Tango of the bear collecting variety

Why can't gay people ever confess normally

PLEASE IM STILL RECOVERING

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