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I love you guys.
the series is finally complete--Johnny yapping across the seasons 🌞🍂❄️🌷
- Ya know, gorgeous, if you wanted to give me one of your lovely hickey, you could have just asked -
....
I chewed on his tiddies. Sowwy.
And I still don't feel comfortable drawing his stupid cute face. Coddammit.
I also made one version with body hair, but i wasn't quite sure...also, I'm kinda happy with the colors, but proportions are a little less...chubby. I'll make him softer next time.
....
HOLY APHRODITE!!😍😍😍 that’s one gorgeous man right there!!!
He's helping me learning Shibari 🧡
bloodsucker.
early access + nsfw on patreon
for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
genuinely begging for good anxiety med stories rn.
i’ve been anxious for as long as I can remember and it is debilitating for me (especially now that i’m in college and on my own) and I want to start meds
but every person i’ve talked to has said “hmm. just make sure you don’t become dependent on them. make sure you can still function without them.”
but genuinely i am NOT functioning. and i can get them for free through my school with minimal effort. i just need encouragement.
Tumblr law: Always reblog the queen.
If you don’t have this on your blog at least once, get out.
A original meme.
WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN THE WHOLE MEME WHAT EVEN MY LIFE IS A LIE
The OG of memes.
OH MY GOD I’VE NEVER SEEN THE FULL THING BEFORE.
3mill+ notes and counting
HOLY SHIT
the bots keep coming man. what on earth is happening
First it was “go to college”
Then it was “major in STEM”
Then it was “one year experience”
Then it was “three years experience”
Then it was “three years of DIRECTLY RELATED experience”
Then it was five years of DIRECTLY RELATED experience"
Now, if you didn’t practically invent the technology a company uses, you’ve got no shot.
“but I started in the mailr..”
Nobody gives a f*ck about how you started in the mail room. You’re the CEO now. The mail room job is an unpaid internship now, and it requires 3 years of directly related mail delivery experience to even be considered. Sit down.
Holy shit, you reblogged this from 3 years ago and, like… there’s not a word here I’d change
My parents went to a state school for both their undergrad & Master’s degrees and paid no tuition. None. Zero. It was a state school, they were residents of the state, they paid no tuition. They paid for books, housing, and activity fees, and they could do that on their college jobs. (My mother had to, because her father refused to pay for any of her schooling since ‘girls only leave school and just get married so it would be a waste.’)
My dad worked for the federal government after he and Mom both got their Master’s degrees. Mom had all three of us and stayed home with us full-time. We lived in a 3 bedroom house in the suburbs and when my brother was a baby, my mom started going back to school at night. I remember pretty clearly my dad heating up the breast milk from the freezer for Jake’s dinner because Mom was at classes.
In 1988, my mom finished her Ph.D. in mathematics. So, to be clear, my dad’s job – just a rando mid-level federal job – covered food and clothes for 3 kids, the mortgage, the bills, and Mom’s college expenses. We were broke as hell when I was young – Mom made our clothes, grew food in the backyard, and did everything she could to stretch every dime – but at the end of it, Mom got her job as a college professor, got tenure (almost impossible today), and did it without piles and piles of inescapable college debt. We moved to Northeast PA, they bought their house, which was 4 years old when we bought it, for about ¼ of what it’s worth today.
When I had @mistresskabooms 23 years ago, we were able to rent a townhouse & cover our expenses so that I could stay home, and on what? MK’s dad tending bar and both of us working at the Renaissance Faire in season. I was able to stay home and take care of MK for the first three years of her life, which means she got the advantages of spending a lot of time with her parents, she got to be breastfed (which is better for kids immune systems if possible, and kids who are in daycare tend to stop breastfeeding sooner), she wasn’t exposed to tons of germs from being in daycare, etc. Now, for part of that time we had our partner living with us, but not the whole time – some of it we did fully on our own. It’s next to impossible to do that now, if not fully impossible, for a family to survive like that.
Even ten years ago, it was possible, if difficult, for Emet to cover our mortgage and living expenses on a job that she got with a “some college” education when I had a tumor in my spine and was getting and recovering from surgery. There’s no way we could do that now with what mortgage processors make.
For all the “this is what they took from you” white supremacist bullshit, this is what was actually taken from you. Economic stability. A fucking economic future.
im the prettiest canary in this mine
what the fuck is that smell
40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
100k notes and i'll @ my crush on this post
wrong. You have until august 1, 2023.
you have one week remaining.
you have no chance to survive make your time
Fucking reblog this post
A lot of things are possible but 90k in 4 days is not one of them
i’ll forgive a fat girl for so many annoying things simply because i know how fucking miserable it is to be a fat girl. like. you dont get to exist freely and with any joy until you go through a decades long soul search full of extreme emotional pain OR you nearly kill yourself to become something society might accept. or you toughen up after years of bullying forced you to be more confident. literally there is no painless route to being a fat girl in your 20 somethings. so like. fat girls can be annoying as a treat. you have all been annoying our whole lives
this goes quadruple for fat black girls and fat trans girls btw. literally do not try to tell me anything they do is cringe cuz i’ll demolish you with my giant ass
lizzo truly is a blessing
This is the noise I think u make when u die: YEAH
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them