OKAY hi hello I'm making a pinned post finally! I'm Jay (she/ her) and I've been on tumblr since the dawn of time. I reblog a bunch of seemingly unrelated stuff for my friends and I talk a lot about my OCs so watch out
Art Blog: blujaydoodles
Nude Art Blog: blujaynoodles
Tags
me - depictions of me. in theory, selfies; in practice, mostly, like, pictures of beetles
about me - posts that are about me, sometimes even literally
my art - exactly what it says on the tin
tagged for me - posts that made my friends think of me :3
husband - tumblbuddies - irl frens - my FRIENDS!!! 💖💕
this has been kitty talk - look at my little bitty kitties (my kitties)
spider, spiders - to block if you hate spiders, to peruse if you love them (you're welcome)
OCs and other tags under the cut!
Blorbos
One of these days I'll put together a nice orderly About page for each of my little guys. For now, here's a bunch of tags (insp tags are mostly reblogs; name tags are mostly art, asks, or other original posts). These are not all of my blorbos, just the most usually mentioned
Indigo - indigo insp - gnome pirate circle of stars druid
Benny - benny insp - human knight
What's With The Gnomes
elyss and june - fengling and june - felix and mel - benny and edel - simon and felix - ship tags 😌
I just think they're neat!! This is primarily about the dungeons and dragons race, specifically in 5e which is the edition I'm playing and am familiar with. I love them a lot and I have a lot of Thoughts™ and I make it everybody's problem. But also, honorable mention to fairytale garden type gnomes, because I do vibe with being six inches tall and having tea with field mice
gnome stuff - vibes, aesthetic, and worldbuilding thoughts for DnD gnomes
gnomeposting - posts about the jolly little fellows with the pointy hats
look at my gnomes boy - a semi-joke tag for art of my gnome OCs
worldbuilding - thoughts and reblogged resources for worldbuilding, gnome specific and otherwise
it’s good for you to look at things that make you lightheartedly say “ew” while snickering like a little kid and then carry on. i say this genuinely. it will shift your knee-jerk reaction towards things that mildly disgust you away from fear
sometimes it’s bugs. sometimes it’s a funny-looking doll at an antique store. sometimes it’s bad art that you made.
and sometimes it’s someone else’s food preferences. sometimes it’s a weird-but-normal thing that human bodies do. sometimes it’s someone else’s kink.
obviously, be respectful, and keep the reaction in your head when you’re in public. but the sooner you can separate disgust from fear, the sooner you can show empathy
ok so I looked it up, and it turns out they made a track out of PVC pipes, down a hill. The owner didn't realise PVC expanded in the heat, so on a turn the track just fell apart and the dude inside went over a fucking free way and into a swamp.
The funniest part is that the inspector was watching the whole time, and once the ball stopped he left without saying anything. Park management just shut it down then and there.
"The ball cleared a small hill, briefly going airborne, then zipped right across Route 94, the two-lane road splitting the park. Cars honked and slammed on their brakes. If there had been opposing traffic, Frank would have become part of a real-life game of Pong, volleying from one bumper to another.
Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.
Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.
We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."
I don't know that this beats the teeth story, but it's pretty great.
actual image I have just seen on an actual website attempting to sell travel packages. welcome to our plane where there's no aisle so you have to climb over seats if you're not in the first row. the pilot has no legs and is joined to one of the passengers at the wrist.
something about love makes you look at things differently. the really important part of this is that any love will work. if you love blue you will see it everywhere. if you love soft things you will note the cat and the thread count and the moss. you will find your best friend in ugly greeting cards and haunted dolls and terrible fanfics and since they remind you of her they will be beautiful.
so you will love the world differently for having loved someone else. you will love a certain cereal or pokemon because of your brother. you will hear your favorite band's song playing in a random store and the love of it will make the whole world a little more golden. you will read a poem so many times the words become their own creatures. you will find you cannot listen to certain music without thinking of your favorite show.
this velveteen rabbit transformation occurs. the love does not stop, it echoes.
staring at the dessert menu and twirling my hair and going "should I be baaaaddd" until the autistic girl I'm eating with says "there is nothing bad about eating dessert. it is a morally neutral action"
