Tag: sorrynotsorry

Something rather important.

loverofpiggies:

Some people might think this is coming out of the blue. But I need to explain something.

You can admire someone’s creative work. Maybe books, or music, or comics, or art, whatever you like. You can admire someones talent.

But admiring a person’s talent, should not blind you to their faults. Especially when their faults could be very serious.

Admiring someone’s work, does not mean you should shield your eyes from awful things that someone might do. You should not believe that, because someone is talented, that this automatically assumes they are a ‘good person’. The two are completely unrelated.

A person is a good person, if they do their best to treat others with care and respect. Talent, or lackthereof, is not what permits what a ‘good person’ is.

Talent does not make someone a good person.

Fans, or followers, don’t make someone a good person.

Being ‘famous’ or popular, does not someone a good person.

What makes someone a good person, is how they treat others.

I need to point this out. Sometimes you need to look critically, at someone you admire. Do they seem to have an unusual amount of drama around them? Do they constantly blame everyone else as the ‘problem’ or that the world ‘hates them’? Are they always the ‘victim’? Do they seem desperate for attention, and keep saying or doing things that come out of the blue, just for people to feel ‘sorry’ for them? Do they lash out at the slightest criticisms? Do they seem to flip/flop very quickly?

This mentality is potentially very dangerous. You can be a fan of this person all you want, and watch their drama unfold, but say one wrong word…

And now you become the target, of this person’s anger. Or your friend, becomes the target of this person’s anger. This hurts people. This can be devastating. This can be disastrous.

This is extremely manipulative, can be very abusive, and very dangerous. And it is important that you recognize these behaviors, and SEPARATE a person’s talent from their behaviors.

Don’t let your admiration for someone, blind you from very, VERY serious faults in their character.


For your own sake.

Good post OP.

I like this post a lot.

omegasmileyface:

siberiasiren:

omegasmileyface:

notoriouslywild:

gaybravo:

philatosharry:

i want to di e

the gay dot

I HAD A MOLE ON MY WRIST BUT I PEELED IT OFF WHEN I WAS YOUNGER OMFGGGGGG

wtf this is even weirder than how all bisexuals do fingerguns

rip I have one

wait.

What if its not a gay dot. What if everyone has them

@breathingcolorsdraws because you’re straight, and @pidge-rinbalt because ace (probably), do you have the gay dot?

“probably”

idk.

and i also have no mole. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

xedramon:

omegasmileyface:

breathingcolorsdraws:

pidge-rinbalt:

firsttriphomecomic:

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Story belongs to @alainaprana
Fatal_Error belongs to @xedramon

Nope! No consistent update schedule for you! 

((This will update every other week now, whenever I get a chance to work on it. Setting up le Patreon and stuff is pain.))

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT THIS COMIC EXISTS.

FRIEND REMINDER THAT THIS EXIST

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT THIS

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT

AUNT XED U ARE LATE AF. IT’S ALREADY BEEN ENDED. ((link included with purchase))

HEY WHO WANTS A SEQUEL!? I KNOW I DO.

Direct continuation of this gross piece of garbage.

18+ pls don’t get me banned For Fellboi’s sake.

Also I’m keeping this as my icon forever and you can’t stop me @underfellfangame.

“What’s going on in here!?” The officer shouted as he burst through the front door of the house. He was greeted with quite a sight: A figure slumped across one of the ancient sofas, gently caressing an object obscured in shadows. This lasted merely a second; the figure had violently ejected both itself and the lamp from the couch as the door flew open.

“AH! Wh-what?” Fellboi stammered, panicking. Dust was flying everywhere from the incoming breeze, blinding him and making it all the more difficult to find his discarded lower bits of clothing. He froze.

He destroyed them. Oops.

He had destroyed all of his outside clothing.

OOPS.

“Wh… What… What’s going ON IN HERE!?” The officer repeated, too stunned to speak properly.

“I-I was just-” Fellboi was at a loss for words. How do you explain yourself out of literally fucking a lamp? A lightbulb went off.
This was his greatest cover-up yet.

He turned to the officer.

“I’m housekeeping.“ 

He said this with the confidence of a burly tattoo’d ox of a man that had been to prison many times in the past. He was, in actuality, a skeleton of small stature, wearing nothing but Hello Kitty boxers that sat a little too low on his waist. The officer stared him down with an unreadable expression, making Fellboi uncomfortable. He glanced back at his lamp.

The officer followed his gaze, staring curiously over the rim of his sunglasses at the mess that was the sofa. The lamp and the cover were dripping with… something. He froze as the realization set in.

"You… You…”

“Y-yes, housekeeping. I’ve been sent to uh… dust.” He kicked a nearby table, sending a dust cloud into the already-stagnant air. He coughed some more, doubling over against the tabletop. The officer smirked at him.

“Well, boy. I don’t know who hired you to dust this place, but it’s off-limits for a reason.” He approached menacingly, Fellboi still leaning weakly against the table.

“Oh, huh? There wasn’t a sign anywhere…” Fellboi mumbled decisively.
The officer pointed at the door he had kicked in. Displayed directly in the brilliant sunlight was a neon yellow warning sign reading “DANGER – DO NOT ENTER – OFF LIMITS”

Fellboi fidgeted nervously.

The officer suddenly grabbed his shoulder, causing Fellboi to curse quietly to himself.

“Hey, what! What are you doing?”

“You’re tresspassing, boy” The officer stated plainly.

“Am… am I being detained?”

“Oh no, boy” The officer murmured, grinning evilly. “I have much more in store for you…”

“Wh-what-” A hand suddenly clapped over his mouth, preventing speech.

Fellboi felt a fear he had never felt before surging through him.

The officer reached into his fanny pack with his free hand, brandishing what could only be described as the biggest twin rods of silicone Fellboi had ever seen.

“You ready, boy?”

Fellboi shrieked under the grip of the officer as he abruptly shoved the twin-rod dragon dildo up his glory hole. The pain was unbearable.

“No-stop!” he squealed.

“Nah, I think I’ll shove more in there… That was only a third, after all!” The officer shoved the cock further up into Fellboi’s tight, unadjusted buttocks.

“Ah- no!” Fellboi tried to pull away. “I-I can’t take it! I’ll do what ever you want! Just stop! What do you want from me!?”

“… About tree fiddy.”

It was at that time Fellboi realized that the creature ramming his ass was not an officer, but in fact an 8 storie tall crustacean from the paleozoic era.

“That god damned loch ness monster had tricked me again.”