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[caffeinatedopossum]

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

[faustique]

there's a special place in my heart for people who made an effort to be my friend regardless of how quiet or distant i can get at times

[red-garden]

“Do dishes” and “take out trash” both require the use of a spell slot, vs “use phone” is a cantrip, and brother, I am a level one wizard

[certifiedeviandrinker]

darkest timeline where data is chatgpt and therefore stupid and bad

[permanent-fire-hazard]

Rabbotfest - Day 1: Drunken Confession

“S’cause you’re so pretty.”

Robby flushes. “Man, shut up.”

“No. S’true,” Jack slurs. He sways back and forth in Robby’s hold. “Tha’s why er’yone likes you.”

“There are plenty of people who don’t like me,” Robby argues. He tightens his grip on Jack’s bicep, ignoring the pleasant muscle under his palm, and tries to unlock the door while keeping him steady.

“They’re stupid.”

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re pretty.”

Robby’s face grows impossibly hotter. “I am not.” Maybe he used to be, years ago. Decades. When he was young and fresh-faced. When he still believed he could make a real difference and hadn’t let the weight of his life drag down his appearance.

Jack hooks his chin over Robby’s shoulder. “Yeah, ya’re.”

The door opens, and they practically topple inside. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed.”

"Noooo-"

"Yeah," Robby laughs. "You've been talking out of your ass all night; it's time to reset."

He hauls Jack to his guest room and lets him collapse on the bed with a heaving sigh. Robby gets to work detaching the prosthetic while Jack mutters incoherently to himself.

"I can't understand you."

"Is that why you won't date me?" Jack says. It comes out so clear that for a moment, Robby is scared he's somehow sobered up. "Because 'm not pretty like you."

The fear evaporates. Sober Jack would never say something so ridiculous. "You don't want to date me, Jack."

"Yeah'do," he pouts, hands hitting the bedding in frustration. "You always say no, or call me 'brother.'"

"You started the 'brother' thing."

Jack hums unhappily. He clumsily strips himself of his jeans and t-shirt and curls around one of the pillows.

Robby should leave it alone. Jack is clearly tired and, not to mention, beyond inebriated, but he's too nosy for his own good, and the high odds of Jack not remembering a thing from tonight make him brave. "If you want to date, all you have to do is ask. I'll say yes."

Jack glares at him with drunken, glassy eyes. "I do ask. You think I'm being your friend." He groans with the return of a painful memory. "I took you ou'to dinner an' you tried to set me up with some lady a'the bar."

A harsh chill crashes over Robby. He remembers that night extremely vividly. He'd been having too good a time, and when he saw that woman watching Jack, he figured she was the safest option to temper his hopes and bring him back to reality.

"Well..." Jack practically drank the bar dry tonight. He's more likely to pick winning lottery numbers than remember this. "Ask me tomorrow, and I'll say yes."

Jack turns his head away from the pillow just enough to peek at Robby warily. "Really?"

"Really."

"Say swear."

Robby chuffs. He pats Jack's shoulder. "I swear."

Jack moves too quickly for his limbs to catch up and falls to a messy pile on the floor, though he doesn't seem to mind. He's digging in his jean pockets before Robby can ask if he's okay.

"Fine," Jack grumbles. "Need ma phone."

"What for?" Robby tries to lift him back into bed, but Jack pushes him away.

"Hey Siri, set reminder tomorrow mornin'."

"Jack!"

"Ask Robby out." He frowns and clarifies, "Promised to say 'yes.'"

"I've set a reminder for tomorrow--"

"Alright." Robby hauls Jack back onto the bed. "That's enough for tonight."

Jack settles back over the covers with a satisfied smile. "Will you kiss me?"

"Not right now."

"After our date."

Robby's heart thuds against his ribs, and his palms are clammy. He only had two beers, but his body is acting like he's wasted. "Sure."

"Can' wait," Jack murmurs. He's asleep before Robby can take a single step towards the door.

Robby watches him for a bit. His eyes dart to Jack's phone. He knows the password; he could delete the reminder and let Jack wake up hungover and unembarrassed.

Jack lets out a choked snore. Robby grabs his shoulder and rolls him to his side; Jack's limp hand brushes his belt and sends a flood of heat through Robby's abdomen.

He leaves the phone alone. Jack can decide to ignore it on his own.

[pageturner001]

So when I was like 17 I think I was at the mall and found an Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot and it was like 40 dollars and small, and I live with my grandma who basically can't eat half of all foods and I can't eat a different half of all foods so having a 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot that was perfect for one person was a amazing deal, so I bought the 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot. I still have the 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot and I plan to make stew tomorrow in my 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot

[muffinlance]

SHOW US THE 40 DOLLAR AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER CROCKPOT

[pageturner001]

Here is the 40 Dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot everyone has been asking for

It has stew in it

[unexplained-events]

The Enigma of Amigara Fault

This short story by Junji Ito is about a fault that appears in Amigara mountain after an earthquake. The earthquake exposes countless human-shaped holes in the mountain which seem to have been made about a thousand years ago. People, intrigued by these  silhouettes, gather at the site and that’s when things get creepy.

It’s about a 15-20 min read, but if you haven’t read this before, you’re in for a treat. Link above.

[gnars-house]

i mean it’s not like i can just NOT reblog amigara fault. what if one of my followers is one of the lucky ten thousand who HASN’T been unutturably altered for life by it yet? go read it! it’s creepy, but trust me, it was made for you.

[pageturner001]

So when I was like 17 I think I was at the mall and found an Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot and it was like 40 dollars and small, and I live with my grandma who basically can't eat half of all foods and I can't eat a different half of all foods so having a 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot that was perfect for one person was a amazing deal, so I bought the 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot. I still have the 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot and I plan to make stew tomorrow in my 40 dollar Avatar The Last Airbender Crockpot

[muffinlance]

SHOW US THE 40 DOLLAR AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER CROCKPOT

[thepromiscuousfinger]

I love very specific cakes

[easily-evi]

I had to redraw this cake 🍰

[sweaterkittensahoy]

A companion:

[potato-lord-but-not]

Reread Monstrous Regiment a few months ago and forgot to show y’all my doodles of the booyyyysssssss

[headspace-hotel]

I am learning to imagine the future:

My sycamore tree began life in the gravel at the edge of a parking lot. If trees can feel pain, that is a painful, unlucky death. I carefully dug it up and put it in a pot I made out of a disposable cup.

Hello small one. This world may be cruel, but I will not be.

I decided to take care of it, not expecting it to survive, and when my sycamore tree unfurled one tiny leaf and then another, it chiseled a tiny foothold in my terrified brain, the kind of brain that doesn't remember a world before the atomic bomb and before 9/11.

I googled the lifespans of trees. My neurons had to stretch and expand to accommodate what I learned: My sycamore tree may live five hundred years. It's hard to think something so big. In twenty years, my baby sycamore tree will be three stories tall, and the home of many creatures. In five years, my sycamore tree will be taller than I am. In one year, it will be summer.

There's this concept called sense of foreshortened future where people who have lived through trauma can't conceptualize a future for themselves because deep down they don't expect to survive, When I look forward, all I see is fire and death, melting ice and burning sky. We were raised Evangelical. All we see is Judgment Day, except there is no heaven.

But now there is a tiny gap in the wall, a crack in the door of my cell

and on the other side, I see a tree

There is, in the future, a great old sycamore tree, full of clean winds and the stir of a thousand wings. A hundred years from now. Fifty years from now. There will be forests in that world. There will be a world.

It takes courage, but we have to imagine it.

Most tree species can live in excess of three or four hundred years. I think I'm learning something. I think there are ancient voices saying hello small one, touch the dirt and the leaves, for now you are part of something that cannot die

in 2030 I will be thirty years old and the world will not have ended and there will still be hummingbirds, and we will have photos of the stars more beautiful than we can now imagine.

I planted an Eastern Redcedar; they may live nine hundred years. There will be nine hundred years. The people in that time will remember us. Maybe we will meet the aliens (hi aliens!).

I will blow out the candles on many birthday cakes in a world where there are wolves in dark forests far from home. I am learning to imagine the future. I learned recently that elk were reintroduced to the Appalachian Mountains after over a hundred years of extirpation, and that they are expanding their range.

That tiny crack I can see through now opens a tiny bit more:

Maybe elk will pass through my hometown, maybe there will be a forest where the pasture is on the high hill that I can see from my home

say it, say it, say it: ten years, thirty years, a hundred years from now

I am learning to imagine the future. There is a crack in the wall of this prison, of this machine, of this darkness, and through it, I see a tree.

[headspace-hotel]

[headspace-hotel]

[headspace-hotel]

today

[murphysletsdraw]

Here's some more of my paintings and their respective reference photos! murphysletsdraw on inprnt if you want to buy prints!! It's my bday month so if you buy some prints I could maybe buy myself a lil gift hehe

[havingapoemwithyou]

Thanks by Yusef Komunyakaa

[kevytmaitohorsma]

Reblog this photo of a käpylehmä to have a käpylehmä in your blog

It's a trick! If you reblog you get TWO käpylehmäs in your blog!

[kevytmaitohorsma]

They're traditional Finnish toys, little cows made out of spruce cones, on their way to see the world from one tumblr blog to another

[books-bread-and-brigandage]

@elodieunderglass not horrible, but things with legs?

[elodieunderglass]

I’ll send them on their lovely journey, thank you!

[pointless-letters]

One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.

[pointless-letters]

As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.

[pointless-letters]

Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.

[pointless-letters]

55th anniversary of the biggest event in human history….and the moon landing, of course!

[elumish]

I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.

I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.

[sandumilfshous]

reblog if you remember having to ration your text messages and accidentally opening the internet on your phone was the end of the world

[post-to-poll-pipeline]

How old were you when you got your first smartphone?

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Never had a smartphone

Remaining time: 1 day 4 hours

[rockets]

________

You will be remembered as a hero. ________

For those wondering about the fox. Grace has a subtle motif with this animal throughout the movie, but especially this shot where they pack this toy fox with his belongings on the Hail Mary. The pose of it looked a little haunting to me, thus prompting this illustration. __________ (Small/large prints are also available on my etsy ❤️)