Day 255 Of Posting Good Omens Memes Everyday Until Season 3

rotten teeth // on-going series

hazbin hotel various x fem!reader // interactive fanfic where you choose the outcomes for the next chapter !

your existence is known to a few, but rarely ever spoken about. you met all the souls that have travelled from heaven to hell — earth to hell or heaven — and they never seem to remember you. you are but a fragment of the world, as you safely maneuver your way through the river of lost souls to guide them to their next life. you are the ferryman of the “in between,” and maybe you are okay with that. on one fateful night of bringing souls to hell, you spot an unfamiliar figure that contrasted heavily from lucifer; no one was to know of the docking point.

ᥫ᭡. you are the writer of this story for you are to choose the outcomes at the end of each chapter. the series length will vary, as it heavily depends on you to choose your pathway. every character that is in the show is available to romance! that does not mean choices that seem obvious to romance them will always work

beware: DARK THEMES // there are chances that characters may become OBSESSED. vulgar language, implications of manipulation and twisted fairytales.

prologue

the life you lived before you met a particular overlord.

ch1: first steps in hell

a chat with the radio demon

Dude this guy really does not like musicals

"what if you just haven't found the right person yet?" uhm i've actually asked myself the same question a million times more than you have so fuck you

Hello October we've been waiting 4 you 🎃🖤

Hazbin Hotel Adam fans be like:

An aroace poem

starkid fans when they see Normal Man and his Barista Crush onscreen for 0.5 seconds:

i always thought romantic love was the plague and i was a plague doctor.

so here's an aro-colored plague doctor

me oversharing beneath the cut about how amatonormativity has screwed me up in ways I have never been screwed up before.

(rant beneath the cut is full of negativity, triggering, but perhaps relatable. idk. read at your own risk)

okay so let's have a mini story telling time about how romance plagued every aspect of my life until now.

My bestfriend in high school treated me of less value after she gets her boyfriend. This experience was what drove me into drawing plague doctors during valentines. These doodles were captioned with "Plague is in the air", because my friends in my circle told me to not hang out with her on that day because it's valentines day. So cool, I thought I should avoid them like they were the plague.

For the first half of college, I've been a wingman for way too many of my friends for my only female and best friend.

It has gotten to a point where the meaning of my companionship with my male friends had become solely for providing a connection to a girl they want to date.

In the long run, my bestfriend, who my 'friends' were pining for, actually has been pining for me. She asked if we could be a thing, I said yes because I thought that, romance isn't probably as disgusting as I think of it.

To protect tradition and to protect the feelings of the men she rejected (who I also wingmanned), we kept it hidden.

For the entire time, she emphasized how I was dense and oblivious about romance. For the entire time I was confused, disoriented, and even repulsed. I didn't know how to reciprocate and I certainly did not have THOSE feelings either at all.

Of course it didn't end well.

After that failed attempt at romance, I have been involved in three more encounters after that. Men suddenly started talking to me out of nowhere. Initially, I thought that they were just trying to make new friends. I didn't realize they were hitting on me but when I did, I cold-shouldered them out of my life.

The last one was the most traumatic. I have explicitly stated that he shouldn't attempt to romance me because I've admitted that I'm way too tired of dealing with it, but he was stubborn. He has also gone as far as sexualizing me against my will.

So yeah.

Amatonormativity made me lose faith in the meaning of my friendships.

It made me realize how friendship is easily overshadowed by romantic relationships.

It made me worry that my kindness is misread as a romantic gesture.

It made me constantly hate how friendship is only seen as a stepping stone for a romantic relationship.

And because amatonormativity has rendered all my significant connections meaningless, I'll spend every second of my life hating amatonormativity. I will always be repulsed at the concept that destroyed every goddamned friendship that I had. Nothing has ever made me feel THS sick. I will always think of it as the plague.

This is the dork I'm in love with btw

I know we’re all talking about this clip BUT I NEED TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT THIS CLIP

ITS SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD I LOVE JON MATTESON SO MUCH AND WILL BRANNER EATS THOSE NOTES UP

The fucking switch from the super loud and emotionally intense I’M NOT A LOSER to the fucking tiny don’t kill me is so fucked up i love it

I’ve not shut the fuck up about this specific scene for like two other posts but I felt the need to actually post the clip

Also it is hot that he immediately starts repeating it just because he’s told to by a dominant force, let alone the person who’s about to murder him and I’m tired of pretending it’s not- sue me I don’t make the rules I just love pathetic men