It kind of baffles me that a lot of people never got to experience the Mishapocalypse. Not like it was something that was good, more like, it was something you’d only see on this website in like…10 years.
Imagine you wake up on April Fool’s day. You log into tumblr. Immediately your dash is encompassed with Misha’s face. Everyone’s icon has been changed to that same, staring, blank face. You check your followers. Every single one of them has that face. You try going into your normal tags. Even those are filled with Misha’s face. Nowhere is safe. Misha is everywhere. You go to Twitter to complain about it. Misha’s face is there too.
Within hours of the event starting, there’s already a wiki entry and an urban dictionary entry for it. Gifs that you may have recognized of being popular at that time have Misha’s face photoshopped over them. Repeating patterns of Misha’s face. Misha illusions. Misha’s face OVER MISHA’S FACE.
Eventually, even Misha is like, “Yeah, this is fucking weird. What the fuck are you guys doing.” But it doesn’t stop. People hit post limit. They can’t post anymore. Suddenly, you notice that your dash is starting to thin out, slowly, one by one. There’s a hypothetical tumbleweed bouncing across your dash by 10pm that night.
Anyone who tried to blacklist the Mishapocalypse suddenly found that their dashboard was sent into the shadow realm. Nothing is there. They tried to unfollow people who were participating in it. They had no blog content at the end of the day.
The next day, we all wake up and continue on with our lives like nothing ever happened. It was like a fever dream. What the fucked happened. Where did our lives go for that day.
That was the Mishapocalypse.
It looked a little something like this
and it was absolute hell
It was over within like a day though that was he weird part. There were stragglers through the following weeks but the main bit was over within hours it was the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen
I think the most baffling thing is that whoever set this up did it without it leaking. and it originated from a fandom that had all the subtlety of a foghorn. this was the fandom that used to put those REBLOG IF U SUPPORT GAY MARRIAGE posts on your dash with 5000 flashing rainbow gifs and superwholock edits. A wide variety of image macros were premade for the occasion. it was literally the single slickest moment this website has ever and probably will ever pull off and so of fucking course it was wasted on this nonsense
Never forget the mishapocolypse
I’m so proud of the fact that I experienced this once in a lifetime event.
I think my least favorite part of being alive is that you can’t take a break when you need one like if your whole world crashes and burns you still have to show up to work? that’s wild!!!! Give the people a moment to recover!!!!
Me as I’m bawling my eyes out getting ready for work.
I just need to vent and because I have no fucking friends or anyone who even gives a damn about me I have to let it out on tumblr or I’m going to explode. My depression has just been so fucking awful the past few weeks and I hate it. Especially because I’m so depressed over a stupid ass BOY. And not only that but I have spent every holiday this year alone in my apartment bawling my damn eyes out because my family doesn’t give a shit about me. I am so sick of feeling worthless all the time. Even with my medicine I still have these feelings and I can’t stop. My emotions are so extreme and lately I’ve been listening to everyone else’s problems and its emotionally draining me because I have no one to listen to mine. I am completely alone and I’m so sick of it. I haven’t eaten in 4 days. I’m so sick to my stomach and anxious and depressed that I can’t eat. Although it’ll probably do me some good since I’m so fucking fat. No wonder no one wants me. I’m fat and ugly and I have nothing going for me. I literally feel like I’m failing at life. And recently I’ve had a “friend” come back into my life that I really really care about and things were great because I had someone who loved me and takes to me and listened and then all of the sudden he acts like I don’t fucking exist anymore. And I feel like I’m constantly fighting to keep people in my life. I’m sick of it. I’m tired of fighting. I’m exhausted. I just don’t understand why I’m never good enough. I don’t understand why I can’t be happy. I try so hard to let things go and they just fester inside of me until I break. I let my walls down for my friend and I never should have because now I got hurt and I feel like such a fucking idiot for ever letting anyone in. And even when I try to talk to anyone about it they’re like “have you taken your medicine” or “maybe you should see a therapist” like BITCH I DO. But maybe for once I want a REAL person who is actually involved in my life and who cares about me more than a paycheck to notice me. I feel so invisible. I truly believe that if I died no one would even fucking notice. I don’t matter to anyone. I’m worthless. My family doesn’t care. I have no friends. And I just don’t know how much more of all of this I can take. I feel heartbroken and devastated and I just don’t want to be here anymore.
