-i am AT LEAST 18 years old. only god knows the exact number
-an atheist, despite it all
doing artfight this year i hope! my user is the same there as it is here.
everything is okay to reblog unless i say otherwise
IRLs ask before following
tag system and my blorbos under the cut ↴
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tag system:
#rb - reblogs
#yapping- posts made by me (as opposed to reblogs)
#bvent - what it says on the box. i just have so many worms inside of me that need to breach my epidermis (<- metaphor)
#my art - art i make
#wips - art works in progress
#asks - asks
#bliveblogging - live blogging. as of rn mostly hockey.
#for later - posts that are. for later.
#q - queue
gonna start trying to tag sexual posts so they can be filtered out. cant promise i will remember it all the time, but when it happens they will be tagged as #suggestive
-> characters in reblogs will be tagged “[media name] [unabbreviated character name]” or “[unabbreviated character name][media name]”. dsmp characters before like. october of 2023 were tagged with just the character name but i will try to retag them with the prefix to distinguish the creators’ characters in different media (eg. different minecraft servers) from each other.
one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.
Soccer players are the horses of men’s sports. They run around in fields for hours on end. They stub their toe and they die. They fall and they die. They run into each other and
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"
My little brother insisted if I was going to post about him, he wanted a cut of the "profits". When I explained to him that Tumblr isn't monetized, and is pretty pointless, he and my older brother pointed out that he'd still be bringing me "fame and notoriety" if the post got "big". So we agreed, if the post hit 10k notes, which seemed extremely farfetched and silly at the time, I'd take my little brother out for sushi (his favorite food) and let him eat as much as he wants.
I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲