‘やるんか?やるんかっ!?’ (You gonna fight? You gonna fight!?) Needle felt art by Chachakinana, 2025
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‘やるんか?やるんかっ!?’ (You gonna fight? You gonna fight!?) Needle felt art by Chachakinana, 2025
NEEDLE FELTING?????
get your medals everyone
the way the internet facilitates a sort of memetic decay of phrases related to sexual attraction to slowly, inexorably point towards the same conventionally attractive people in their 20s instead of the original meanings is so disgusting to me
people want to claim the allure of the unconventional while still treating it with disgust. "fat boy summer" about average men. "DILF" but only if he's under 40. "bear" about a man built like a superhero. "butch" but not if she's too butch. "monsterfucker" about an anime girl with horns. it's exhausting
literally. once again my oomf-in-law has got it in one
every other week, my mom would make a giant pot of vegetable soup. she'd pack half of it in a tupperware and take it to her best friend's house. they both had three kids whose ages aligned. they'd lock us out of the house and go through each room, finding every piece of dirty laundry and then spend the afternoon keeping the washer and dryer running, folding and putting away each load while gossiping.
every alternate week, her best friend would come to our house with a tupperware full of chicken spaghetti. they'd stick us in front of a tv with a stack of disney vhs tapes and go through each room, finding every dirty dish, and then spend the afternoon at the kitchen sink, washing each dish by hand while gossiping.
it wasn't always soup and spaghetti and laundry and dishes. but it was almost always a meal and a chore. here is a night you don't have to cook dinner. here is a chore you can cross off your list. and here is a day you don't have to spend alone. because really food and friendship and a feeling of accomplishment are what we all need most.
never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man
can people stop saying insane things on this post
I Don't Know My Body
I wonder if it could, would my body scream to me?
Would it yell obscenities at me
and curse me for how I've treated it?
Or would it be happy that I'm well fed,
that I don't have to hunt for food?
Or would it be confused that I'm in a state of duress all the time with no predator?
Or would it explain to me lovingly why it's hard to breathe in a crowded room,
why I'm never fully rested with a full night's sleep?
Would I have to explain to my body homophobia?
Racism?
Or would it understand the idea of hatred—
that I at times hate IT as much as IT could've hated me?
Would IT understand there were nights I hated myself and they were just a byproduct?
Would IT even acknowledge me?
Or would my body just concern itself with making sure IT was coasting
like a captain with no crewmates?
Or worse—
would IT not care?
Would it cry to me for help,
screaming, kicking and clawing
to get my attention,
begging for reinforcements for an unwinnable battle,
a battle that's life or death,
one that I won't see coming until it's too late?
Would I listen?
Or would it cry to me during the wrong time
and would I even care?
Oy there! Can we see some new Lackadaisy art from you please? I'd love to see Freckle in your style 😺
i'm like if a hedonist didn't derive pleasure out of anything
My problem is that everything is too wonderful. I could read an old encyclopedia and laugh at outdated shit. I could hang out with my friends and have a great time. I could listen to any band. I could meet new people, I could reconnect with old friends. I could learn to paint in any style. I could look at birds and bugs and snow and art. But unfortunately, employment
You will not die at the hands of quicksand. Ask me how I know this
Please, how do you know this?
quicksand does not have any hands
What are you even supposed to eat for dinner
And it’s like. Like it’s everyday girls.
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
Cherry shrimp and nasturtium
ID: digital art of nasturtium leaves and flowers against an orange background, with small and large cherry shrimp on the leaves. end ID
Keep your tail fluffy and/or well-groomed. You never know when someone will want to snuggle with it.
being a woman isn't a feminist action btw
being a lesbian isn't a feminist action either. It's just a thing
There is nothing inherently evil or wrong about how masculine or feminine you are and I wish people would stop acting like one is better than the other. The way you act and speak as a person says more about what kind of person you are than your gender presentation. There is plenty of people capable of being horrible people and there are plenty of people that are capable of being good people. It's a choice, gender has nothing to do with it.
I think it's important to share that for the past couple of days, I've been spending my mornings getting up around 6am for 'Breakfasts with Billy'. Billy is a severely undersocialized & potentially previously abused kitten I've been fostering for the past 3 months; he's my own cat Tobin's brother, but was extremely antisocial compared to his siblings, and couldn't just be immediately rehomed. BUT, Billy loves other cats, so we've been letting the Grubs (technically his nieces and nephews) come and eat breakfast with him. He's a huge fan of this, and after watching how much the Grubs enjoy people, he's decided he does enjoy being petted & spending time with me, just in limited doses for the moment. anyway, I have no photos of Billy Breakfast because I've never thought to take any in my usual haggard state, but here's a visual representation:
His expressions are Concerned and Concerned (Silly Style)
Billy Breakfast in the real world