Blep-lord Bink

Brrrrrrrt just tryin to have a good time.

[bleplordbink]

“Where’s my keys?” He yelled out to his roommates. She glanced back to him. He was running around throwing anything he could get his hands on to find the keys. Everyone thought he was going out on some date. Maybe some sort of hookup. Where he was really going was just... out. To look at the stars. He has always wanted to and he found the right spot, and the right location, and the weather was perfect so he could wear his favourite outfit.

He had no idea who Leah was. He made her up to keep his roommates happy. They didn’t need to know he was going out alone, especially in his state. He never did anything about it of course, he would just go out for the night, stay in his car, then come home tomorrow morning, seemingly reset. The nights at “Leah’s” we’re becoming more frequent. He didn’t know how long he had kept the lie going.

But his cover was blown.

“Hey, everything okay?” His one roomate asked him. He sat him down.

“Yeah, gonna go see Leah. Might not be home for a few days.” He told him. She came into the doorway of the living room. The two shared a glance that he definitely noticed. “Am I not allowed to have fun?” His voice became slightly nervous.

“We know Leah isn’t real.” There was silence, then, “we followed you one night. The night after you yelled at us. We were concerned for you so we followed you... and we saw you parked in a field.” He didn’t know what to say. She sat beside the two of them. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us.”

“I don’t know.”

“We’re here for you.”

“No I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why I can’t feel happy or why I can’t find the joy in the things I used to or why I can’t be happy with new things. I don’t know how I feel.” He snapped at them, he didn’t mean to. “I just feel so slightly off all the time. Like something Isn’t Right. Everyday it feels like just Something... Isn’t.... good? Right? Fine? I can’t help you understand because I can’t understand myself, okay?”

There was silence. He continued.

“I need to know what’s wrong with me and I need time to be alone but when I’m inside I can’t be alone because there’s always someone here and even when there isn’t it just doesn’t feel like the right time to decompress. I barely sleep anymore, I can’t eat right, I feel constantly dehydrated, I just...” he started to get overwhelmed. He got up and screamed out, then punched a wall. He was still for a moment before calling to his knees, his hand grasping to the open part of the wall. She walked to him and glanced to him.

“Do you promise to stay safe tonight?”

“Yes.”

“I have your keys in my room, let me go get them.” She stood up. He did too, turning back to him.

“I know you can feel happy again one day.” He told him. He just ran his injured hand through his hair.

“At this point I’d strive for stable.” Shs came back into the room and handed him his keys. A hug from both of them and he was off, making sure to lock the door behind him.

[bleplordbink]

When he had believed to have met an angel, he didn’t bat an eye at what they had come as. He had grown to believe angels to be beautiful creatures, floating halos, feathery wings. What was in front of him was much worse than he imagined.

What was in front of him was a being with random holes in their body. They had an extra arm with two elbows, an eye as a belly button (if what he is seeing has a belly), hooves for feet, and that’s only the start of it. The halo was a blinding ball of light in between a horn. A singular horn that looks like it should be split into two. From what he had drawn on his darkest nights, the being in front of him didn’t scare him. The being spoke.

“Child of Reyna, Child of Paul. Here you lay in unfortunate circumstance.” It seemed to speak in many voices. Probably due to the mass amount of mouths (or what seemed like mouths) on the body. “Instead is going to limbo I shall offer you a choice.” As if talking to the creature wasn’t enough, he interrupted it by saying,

“Are you seriously going to ask me if I wish to go to heaven or hell?” And he lay there, waiting for an answer. The being was silent for a moment.

“Do you not cower before me?” It asked after a brief moment of silence.

“Why should I..?”

“Because I am not the mortal you wish me to be.”

“I didn’t really wish you to be anything.” He said to it. “People only really see angels when they die, or so it’s been said. But if no one lives past seeing an angel, then how do the descriptions get put on cathedrals? It’s quite odd.” The being was quiet for a moment more.

“I have come to take you to an afterlife.” It said, trying to stay on task.

“Well I’d assume so. Because I can see my body right there, but I’m not really... in it. Am I a soul? A ghost?”

“Neither.”

“Neither? Well how can that be.”

“It just is.”

“What kind of answer is that, now..? Aren’t you like, some powerful being. Plus you can see me. Unless you’re using echolocation or something. No, that wouldn’t make sense. You have at least 5 eyes, you should be able to see out- where’s your brain?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your brain. Your powerhouse. The thing that thinks.” There was silence. He looked around at his surroundings. Everything was paused, the rain in the air, the car on its nose, him halted mid-motion on the pavement.

“I don’t believe I have one.”

“So you’re magic? Or a robot.”

“I am a being.”

“Yeah an eldritch being.” The two stared for a moment longer. “Do heaven and hell even exist?”

“Remains to be seen”

“You’re an angel right..? So demons look like you but... less...” he gestured vaguely to all of the being.

“Something like that.”

“Weird.” Another moment of silence. “So which afterlife are you here to take me to..? Am I good enough for the white palace, or have the sins of my past finally caught up with me?”

“Things aren’t so black and white.”

“Another fallacy made up by mortal men?”

“Precisely.”

“Alrighty then. I guess... take me where I belong to stay.” He saw the light flicker slightly. It was still blinding but he could still somehow look right into it.

“I don’t know where to put you.”

“Say what-?”

“That is the problem at hand. You’ve loved a life of giving back. Of being interested in people, in being a good person. You’ve lived life to please others and trying to be true to yourself. Though, you aren’t really true to who you are. No mortal being knows what their purpose is, but you still tried to hang on to the thought that your purpose was to make others happy. It became your life mission. You weren’t always like this. You were vile, hating life, hating others. You wished to change vanity, to be a version of yourself you deemed perfect. What I don’t understand is how that person and the person I mentioned before happen to be the same mortal. What happened to you?”

“I don’t... really know. Honestly I... I think I just started to give up one day. Give up on trying. I hated myself. A lot. And during those times I wanted other people to hate me too. Because if they hated me I’d have a reason to look down upon myself. I think my perception of what was perfect changed too. I mean, when I was younger my idea of perfect was having a slim body and a chiseled face. If I had a weight in the double digits I would be happy. My idea of perfection was so far out of my reach that I wanted the people who I saw as perfect to feel the same pain and imperfection as I did. But one day I gave up. I didn’t want that anymore. I think I just wanted to be stable. My entire life had just been one extreme or another. Super smart. No, super creative. No, super talented. When I became a good writer or a good baker I thought of myself as a failed experiment. Trash to be looked down upon. I didn’t really like that. So my idea of perfection changed. Something just out of reach that maybe one day I will be able to achieve it.”

“What is your idea of perfection?”

“A cottage. A small cottage somewhere alone. Where the nearest town is still within walking distance but I only have to go there for necessities. I’d be happy for once. Truly happy. And I’d have a big bookshelf of books or even a small library in the attic or basement. It would be good to have someone to share it with too. Someone who is comfortable with silence. Who’s nice to be around because their presence soothes me. And a garden. A nice... small... garden.” He took a breath and looked back at his body, still frozen in time.

“Then I know where to bring you.”

“... you do?”

“Indeed. Just close your eyes. And when you open them, you’ll be home.”

And he did.

And he was.

[bleplordbink]

His head hangs, his palms on the bed, his feet on the floor. With a small grunt he attempts to stand. His muscles tense, he feels weight lifting from his palms and being taken to his feet. He needs to breathe; he relaxes. A few laboured breaths and he does it again, this time, he stands. Wobbly, leaning against the wall, he closes his eyes. The curtains were already drawn, the window already open. The grey sky looks forgiving, hopefully. He stumbled out of the room and into another.

He gets to the kitchen and leans on the counter, grabbing himself a cup and the kettle which had water already boiled. He grabbed the tea leaves and let them sit stewing in his cup. A moment of meddling before he took a sip. It wasn’t instantaneous, the feeling of warmth and energy, but it was slowly beginning to appear again. The window above the sink was open, the curtains drawn back.

There was an absence of birds at the feeder, an absence of animals by the pond. A glance at the garden would suggest that it hadn’t been touch by the wild recently. That was fine, though there was too much food there for just two people. The wildlife really does them a favour.

“The garden?” His morning voice wasn’t too rough but didn’t sound like a song.

“Watered”

“The post?”

“Brought in.”

“Flour?”

“We bought some yesterday. Don’t you remember?” No. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember much. It takes his full strength to push himself off the counter and stumble to another windowsill. He took a breath and then another sip. His hands remained shaky. He stared out into the forest, hoping something would happen. Anything. Nothing ever did, this time would be no different.

He stumbled to his side and tilted the cover of the book to face him, then he put a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze before stumbling back to the kitchen. He pressed his eyes shut and took a breath, opening them and attempting to get them to focus. He looked up through the window.

Just another day to get through.

[just-shower-thoughts]

Your DNA contains millions of years worth of software updates.

[captoring]

nah man your dna contains millions of years of totally random bugs, some of which don’t really change anything, some of which are rly bad and annoying, some of which miraculously make the software work better

[sueslayer]

#so I’m a bethesda game

[thecooltrashcat]

[disc80s]

@ villa borghese

[bleplordbink]

@emersonseyeball live here with me

[tattoosfade]

I’m working earlier and this guy comes in and seems anxious. We usually wait until people need help to ask, but he comes over and tells me, “I’m cosplaying Bowser and need spiked wristbands.” I immediately start heading towards the jewelry / accessories and try to strike up some friendly conversation

 I respond, “Ah, cool. You doing NonCon at all?” remembering that our local convention is this coming weekend.

He looks at me super seriously and replies, “no, my friends and I are going go-karting downstairs and we’re all dressed up as Mario Kart characters.”

Retail, although very rarely, has its perks.

[tattoosfade]

Jic case you thought I was lying

[untowardness]

Sometimes, the world is so full of beauty…

[bleplordbink]

My friends and I have planned doing something like this after quarantine. This or a black ops (or metal gear) laser tag

[bleplordbink]

Hi I’m working on a game and was told to make a tumblr for it so uh. @korussgame now exists and it’s following my progress and giving lore n shit. Go follow that if you want some cool behind the scenes action.

[whitepeopletwitter]

[elfwreck]

https://medium.com/@indica/the-plague-states-of-america-53b20678a80e

It’s not that other nations don’t want to welcome Americans, they just can’t. The point of a passport is that a sovereign power vouches for its bearer, but America can’t vouch for the health of their citizens at all. 

At the same time, you can’t trust Americans. Americans have poor hygiene (low masking rate) and at least 40% of the population can’t be trusted to even believe that COVID-19 exists, let alone to take it seriously. They’re likely to refuse testing, not report symptoms, break quarantine [3][4][5], and generally NOT follow rules. Americans have a toxic combination of ignorance and arrogance that makes them unwelcome travelers.

The most reliable projections are saying 200,000 dead and 50 million infected by election day in November. Even these projections struggle to account for completely irrational federal actions like denigrating masks, pushing to reopen early, and pushing students back into schools.

[archaeologydigit]

Canadians have been fining Americans who have been sneaking in, breaking mandatory quarantine, and not going to where they said they were aka Alaska!

They can coming across the st Lawrence river and coming into Canada too. The boarder is closed go away.

[bleplordbink]

My father works in the wine industry in Niagara which, if you don’t know, is a huge tourist thing to do. Parts of Canada are still in “Stage 1” meaning they’re still in quarantine and nothing there is open. My dad says the business he’s getting is mostly people from the Stage 1 places as well as Americans.

Not only is that bad, but they’re also being mean as hell. Just yesterday my father (whitest man I’ve met, honestly) was told to go back to his country and was told he should k*ll himself. This was by a 20 y/o Torontonian (whos still in Stage 1) who wasn’t wearing a mask when she was told that she couldn’t have a winery tour. The tours are shut down because of safety reasons and because they’re still wildly understaffed.

People aren’t even being nice about it here, in Canada. Yeah we have less infections, but it honestly might get so much worse very very soon.

[lovelythongs]

Dark Academia Food & Drink

- Wine, specifically red ;)

- Strawberries

- Green & Black Tea

- That lavish dinner you had at ur rich friend’s parent’s house 

- Champagne / Cider

- Chocolate and French cakes

- Coffee, especially black coffee

- Croissants and other pastries

- Grapes (think ancient Greece)

- Jam and Toast

- Baguettes 

- Two a.m. takeout from wherever is open bc you have been feverishly studying all night and ur super hungry

[bleplordbink]

Having a cute tinder match turn out to just wanting a fwb or a hookup is like a slow burn fan fiction happening irl.

[sleepydebris]

VIBE CHECK! *yearns deeply for you from an unfortunate distance*

[bleplordbink]

★Pen Pal Application★

Name: Elliot Pronouns: He/Him Age: 18 Country: Canada

Hobbies:

Thrifting

Gaming

Writing

Finding new hobbies :p

I’m a dark academic cottagecore weirdo who likes the renaissance era. I’m new to the whole penpal thing, but I’m really interested. If you’re interested in doing a penpal thing, then message me :)

[itsjust0liver]

Cute things to include in pen pal letters

Photos and recipes of things you’ve cooked

Photos of your pets

A sample of your favourite tea

A leaf from a pretty tree

Poems

Pressed flowers

A locket necklace or bracelet so you always have a piece of each other with you

Drawings

A playlist of your favourite songs

A list of your favourite shows or movies

A swatch of colours you’re loving at the moment

A swatch of your favourite perfume

A list of your favourite books

Or even send then your favourite book to read

Stories of odd or cute things you’ve recently seen

Photos of anything that makes you happy

[snaily-mail]

Things to put in pen pal letters

💌 pressed flowers

💌 tea bags (you can write little things about why you like the tea)

💌 a little playlist

💌 polaroids of you and your friends

💌 stickers

💌 postcards from where you’re from

💌 print off photos of your pets

💌 rings or other small jewellery

💌 little drawings and sketches

💌 a heart shaped note with all the things you love about them

💌 some washi tape (you can wrap it around a popsicle stick)

💌 little origami things

💌 small prints

💌 some sweets from where you’re from

💌 a sticker sheet

💌 pretty note paper

💌 some hot/cold beverage sachets

💌 face masks

💌 beauty samples

💌 sticky notes

💌 cut out magazine photos or articles

💌 collages

💌 poetry (either poetry you wrote or your favourite poetry)

💌 you can go to charity stores and find cute cheap books and cut out pages from them to put in your letters

💌 business cards from shops you like

💌 flyers from places you’ve been

💌 maps (of your city or hand drawn maps)

💌 a pen pal tag, a list of questions you want then to answer (There’s a list of them on my blog)

💌 any other little things you want!

[bleplordbink]

Bold what u are tagged by @illusionofmyself YEET

[SOFT.] baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

[DARK ACADEMIA.] neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

[EDGY.] closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

[70s.] colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

PREPPY CASUAL.] collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colourful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairylights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details |

I’m a preppy, edgy, DA.... who knew I tag anyone who sees this because I have no friends :)

[llatimeria]

Please buy this game bundle. It’s $5 (or more if you want) for literally 700 video games, tabletop games, not to mention game engines and assets. All proceeds are going to the NAACP and Community Bail Fund, split 50/50.

Night in the Woods and Oneshot are both in it, not to mention literally hundreds of other cool indie games I haven’t played yet that look really cool and promising. 

Also I’d like to reiterate it is $5 minimum for over $3,400 worth of content, which is just fucking insane.

[mychemicalhappiness]

I think he’s having a breakdown