one thing no one ever teaches you is that you can just make things nicer and more intentional- you can take your energy drink, pour it in a rocks glass over ice with a slice of lime on the rim, and sip it slow. and you'll think, "wow i am the biggest faggot to have ever lived". and you know what? you're right.
I don’t understand what I just watched. I just know it was fucking awesome
Always Keep Sucking Down would be GMed by Wennan Wee Wulligan
Fig and the Cig Figs sophomore concept album
1. Homemade Forever (crystal phone recording, no polish)
2. Your Car Isn't Half the Boat My Van Is (My Van is a Boat reprise)
3. Missing the Shrimp Jump (Beats Blowing Off a Goddess)
4. Fossils (or Sacred Order of Knights)
5. Brand New Face (Wanda Childa's version)
6. Mysterious Strudel Fracture
7. Yathmag Mount Go!
8. Nightmares (Summer Remix)
9. Chronomour (Ayda's Song)
10. I'm Cloaca (I SUCK!)
11. (hidden track) CRASH!!!!!!!!! (ft. The Ball)
Trying to explain to my mom how and why I relate to this little hissing goblin man was an insane feat of strength and will. She understands nothing about dnd and knows nothing about fantasy high. I really gave her no context. She understood nothing but she tried and that’s worth something
i'm going to listen to the album of the artist you like even though he's not really my vibe. i'm going to read the book you suggested even though it's not a genre i usually enjoy. i'll watch the show. i will try the recipe. i will play the video game, or at least watch a deep-dive youtube explaining the really-long lore so i have some idea of what's happening. the movie you suggested is too scary for me, but - i mean, the wikipedia page is kind of interesting - look at the length of the section Controversy.
this is not a burden. i think maybe "burden" and "love" might be oppositional, the way sometimes "love" and "hate" are not opposites. a burden is a dragging. i love you because you brought me to the water, and it is the horizon of your heart. i love you because of your nervous pacing around the edges of the rabbit hole.
often you are right. some songs on that album remind me of the spark in your eyes. the book was really thought-provoking.
more i just want to understand enough that you can talk to me. that you can explain, in depth, why it matters that wheat has shallow roots. i love you, even platonically - your love of this thing leaks into me. i watch you, cautious and dancing, the shy desire for you to smear the colors of this thing into my life, too.
they are your colors, though. of course i want them here, in the marginalia of my life. you matter to me. i want them to crowd the little moments of my day. i want your fingerprints scattered throughout the rooms of my heart.
one time i spent about six months reading and researching a particular author, just so i could talk to one of my friends about him. i never got the chance. she betrayed me, broke my trust, and sided with her abusive ex-boyfriend. standing in the sodden floodplain of what she left over, some bitter part of me asked - isn't that tragic? you have all this knowledge and nothing to do with it.
but i did have all that knowledge, though. when i reach for it, i still feel it glow.
That moment when you qualify for Mensa but have a 9th grade reading level
I think the choice that Ally made that made Brennan want to quit is happening next episode and I’m so scared. Just tell people about your god! Stop diving into swimming pools full of tartar sauce! I do understand why Kristen isn’t doing it though. She has this big mental block, probably a combination of trauma and ADHD that won’t let her do what she’s supposed to. To us, the audience it seems simple what she’s supposed to do, but the other bad kids don’t ever berate her for not doing it. They understand that it wouldn’t help and would just make her feel worse. As someone who often struggles with executive functioning, I love this.
The fascinating thing about Tumblr polls is their ability to demonstrate that no matter how thorough you think you were, it is not possible to ask a simple question with enough clarity to receive the type of answers you were hoping for. You could ask "have you ever been to France?" and clarify that by "you" you're referring to the singular 'you', the person reading the question, and I suppose in cases of multiple/system interpretation of DID, all people currently or previously inhabiting the same body, but no other family members or people that one could otherwise count as 'kin'.
By 'been to' you mean 'has personally physically stepped on french soil' so being on a plane that flew through french airspace doesn't count if you didn't land, sitting in a car/bus that drove through the country doesn't count if you didn't step out of the vehicle at any point, and being there as a fetus when your expecting parent was pregnant with you doesn't count. Getting dicked down by a frenchman also doesn't count, in that case France was in you and not the other way around. Also "I was born in France/I am french" is a separate option.
And you figure you've covered all your bases but once you hit "post", the comment section explodes into mass confusion. Someone wants to know if it counts as visiting France if you were in France but you used a wheelchair. Someone asks if it counts if the frenchman was bottoming, or if you got dicked down by a frenchwoman. Somebody doesn't understand what OP means by "France". Another person is offended that their trip to France "apparently doesn't count" since they also had sex with a local while there. Somebody doesn't understand why "I am french canadian" wasn't included as an option. OP doesn't understand why "I am french canadian" would be included as an option. Four people were frozen stiff in terror and confusion, but made a brave attempt to wildly guess what the question means, and answered something completely wrong.
I accidentally added a poll and can't remove it, so it is now part of this post:
I can't decide what's giving Ally a harder time: attempting an English accent or attempting to play a straight person.
Having people accept and accommodate my autism is the best feeling. I love finding a quiet corner to sit in with my other autistic friends, but when it’s neurotypical friends, it means even more. They aren’t doing this for them, but only for me. I used to (and often still do) think of myself as less than because of my autism and other mental illness, but this helps me remind me that I’m not. Yes, I’m disabled but that doesn’t make me weird or worse.
can you infodump to me? (i love you) is this overwhelming? (i love you) is this the right texture? (i love you) is it ok to touch you? (i love you) do you want the subtitles on? (i love you) do you want to go somewhere less noisy? (i love you)