Hello! Welcome to my blog. I mostly dabble in tomfoolery and post stuff sometimes.
Once called verbose by an english teacher, truth of my life
Not fully here tbh
> Interactions:
Asks open
DMs mutuals mainly please
Spam liking ok thumbs up emoji
I have a list of who I will block if I see interacting with or following me both below the cut and on my Rentry. I wouldn't call it a "do not interact", it's more like a "I will not interact with" list of topics/users I will be blocking on sight
Under the cut, in this order: About me, Stuff I like, Tags, Links, Sideblogs, Current projects, Final notes (aka very long post)
> About me
She/her, adult but forever childish, Spanish (Galician!) and aromantic, ♋︎
University student with a C2 certificate in English that I'm very proud of
I go by either my username or by Boa online
I love indie animations n videogames! I'm also a fan of meta media/stories
I like web decor and enjoy programing
According to the grand total of 1 quizzes i took on homestuck classpects i'm a knight of heart but i wouldn't trust that too much since i'm new to classpecting. Pretty sure my lunar sway is derse tho.
> I will not interact with
pro-censorship, bigots, racists, homophobes, transphobes, terfs, darkshippers, radqueers, sh/ed blogs that actively encourage these behaviours, generative ai supporters (art/writing/etc). If you are any of these and interact with my blog you will get blocked. Outside of that I block freely.
> Stuff I like
Fandoms: TMNT, the OSC, Madness Combat, Rusty Lake, Undertale and Deltarune, Lacey's Games, Animation vs. series, Homestuck, Slime Rancher, SFAWDE
Music: Femtanyl, Will Wood, 6arelyhuman, bbno$, Green Day, Linkin Park, Fem&m, Gorillaz, bitt3rsweet
> Tags I use:
reblog: reblogs
.txt: text posts
I only want to post about my void dog creature bro: my art
that oc thing that i hate: my ocs
my sideblogs and other tragedies: reblogs of posts from my sideblogs
saying some bullshit: my takes on fandom or analyzing characters, mostly half baked ideas but hey intention counts right
favoritos folder: faves
my guy: selfship slop that honestly you cant really consider romantic because what i reblog under this tag is just me hating the f/o mostly. i need to gnaw his head off. also you dont get to know who it is unless someone can guess it correctly ok... im shy...
> Links:
StrawPage (will be reworking soon-ish I hope)
Main Rentry
Web decor Rentry (all decor I make is posted here)
Pinterest
OSC pixel masterpost
> Sideblogs:
Reblog sideblog: @bilingualonaccident-reblogs
Web decor and graphics sideblog: @boas-old-internet-charms
Madness Combat sideblog: @poly-combat
Suggestive reblog sideblog: a secret... (ask privately and i might tell you tho...)
> Current projects
Nothing... maybe i'll post uni assignments like 3d models n stuff sometimes
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
"If you think hateful thoughts about yourself, and you're queer, that's queerphobic, and it's illegal to be queerphobic during pride month!"
How about we not make straight queers* feel guilty and paranoid about being "not queer enough" during pride month? (*Aspec straights, trans & gender diverse straights, intersex straights, lesbihets, turihets, m-specs straights, polyamorous hets, nonrose hets, etc, etc, etc?)
How about we not make people with internalized queerphobia feel guilty for intrusive thoughts?
How about we stop making a billion posts encouraging moral OCD during pride month?
[PT: How about we stop making a billion posts encouraging moral OCD during pride month? /End PT]
she has only one (1) frontal leg that later on mutated into two, she still cant do ANYTHING because she cant move her legs are too weak, her eyes make it look like shes constantly crying, she has the loud attribute so shes constantly wailing, i have to manually feed and move her around, AND im only feeding her ectoplasm and dead dog parts. i feel like a pug breeder except that im actually feeling remorse.
AND if that wasnt bad enough the game's randomized name generator decided to name her QUALITY when she hatched so naturally i had to add lowered. she's like natures cruel joke.
ngl i desperately want a character who is aro and does not have a clear sex aversion. idgaf what their sexual orientation is, i just really, really want to see people like me.
