me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
creature in fiction: *is portrayed as bad and mean*
8 year old me: but what if there was a good and nice one :0
there’s no age limit for this
youre right…………..
me at 8: but what if you gave it a hug?
me at 31: but what if you gave it a hug?
The neurodivergent reaction to bad and mean creatures: but what if someone loved this unlovable thing? Maybe it would be possible for me, also a strange and burdensome and unlovable thing, to be loved as well?
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This is it. Distilled essence of blorbo (one flavor, at least).