miscellaneous

hello!

[heyimastopsign]

self-sabotage is an art form, because ya gotta do it without making yourself seem cringe.

[heyimastopsign]

just spent money on something I don’t need and likely won’t use

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

[heyimastopsign]

after all of the alpha wolf pack dynamics bullshit, animal planet has finally redeemed themselves with bird rizz

[depsidase]

[prehisstoric-turtles]

talking politics with my uncle is such an acid trip- he claims he’s a leftist and your like oh! Cool! He was a strong supporter of the voice and harassed multiple racists about it! Nice! He thinks the government is evil and self identifies as an anarchist! Okay where are we going with this! He was a strong antivaxxer! Oh Fuck! He believes in environmental protection! Okay! But only for some places! What! He regularly talks about the woke mob! And said he’d disown his children if they came out as gay! But is fine with trans people! Who are you! He believes Australians should have the right to bear arms! And once said he supports the death sentence for ‘specific crime’ (unspecified)! I’d like to reiterate he identifies as an anarchist! Who is he! Every time I think I’ve nailed his morals down he says something truly out of left (or right) field and I’m forced to start over! There’s no through lines just chaos and haphazardly placed oppression! Someone study this man!

[heyimastopsign]

what did Pinterest mean by this

[heyimastopsign]

Labubus are the NFTs of toys. I mean this in the most derogatory way imaginable

[rslashrats]

[youhavethewrong]

this is probably the only sex gif i will every reblog, because for some reason i feel like it’s more than just sex. i don’t know if it’s how they’re actually looking at one another or the way they can’t get close enough. he’s actually looking at her like a person and not just a sex object. 

but then again, it could be all in my head. i mean, this is how i would want it to be. but that’s just me.

[zackisontumblr]

i have 3 moods:

skips every song on my ipod

lets the music play without interruption

plays the same song on repeat for days

[pseudologla]

What’s an iPod?

[zackisontumblr]

been on tumblr so long my text post is outdated…

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[heyimastopsign]

the iPod was only discontinued in 2022 how the fuck

[heyimastopsign]

once I put my younger brother on a helicopter for 80 dollars and didn’t tell anyone. he was like 12 and I signed a liability waiver in spite of also being 16 and definitely not his legal guardian

[heyimastopsign]

[heyimastopsign]

whoever keeps designing bathrooms with mirrors directly facing the toilet ought to be force-fed shattered glass made from their very own creation

[hrrtshape-deactivated20250705]

EMMA EMMA EMMA *runs up to u with a tiny microphone* WHAT DO U HAVE TO SAY TO THE PEOPLE WHO SAY YOU HAVENT SHIFTED QUEEN

it’s so invalidating. like, imagine you spend months, literal months, building a house, brick by painstaking brick, and some guy who’s never even seen a blueprint is like, “that’s not a house.” okay? what is it, then? a mirage? a conspiracy between me, my hippopotamus, and the laws of metaphysics?

why do people get so personally invested in it? what is it, some sort of moral panic? a suburban witch trial? “won’t someone think of the children” energy? and then they get all scandalised when i react. i’m sorry... you just accused me of fabricating an entire plane of existence and now you’re startled that i have feelings about it?

and beyond the outright denial, there’s the implicit insult. you’re telling me that a place that has held me, healed me, cradled me in its reality, was not ever something i visited.

it's insecurity. the jealousy is so pungent it should come with a hazard warning. people talk about shifting like it’s some fragile, esoteric thing, but i assure you, it is not. it is not a fairy tale, not a bedtime story, not some rarefied dreamscape reserved for the chosen few. it is tangible. concrete. as real as the chair you’re sitting on, though given the discourse, i wouldn’t be shocked if someone accused me of fabricating that too.

[heyimastopsign]

Furniture has no right to be so expensive

[heyimastopsign]

sorry I didn’t mean to reblog this @hrrtshape

[heyimastopsign]

CARE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE BUT ALSO WEAR DUMB SHIT FROM TIME TO TIME

[hrrtshape-deactivated20250705]

EMMA EMMA EMMA *runs up to u with a tiny microphone* WHAT DO U HAVE TO SAY TO THE PEOPLE WHO SAY YOU HAVENT SHIFTED QUEEN

it’s so invalidating. like, imagine you spend months, literal months, building a house, brick by painstaking brick, and some guy who’s never even seen a blueprint is like, “that’s not a house.” okay? what is it, then? a mirage? a conspiracy between me, my hippopotamus, and the laws of metaphysics?

why do people get so personally invested in it? what is it, some sort of moral panic? a suburban witch trial? “won’t someone think of the children” energy? and then they get all scandalised when i react. i’m sorry... you just accused me of fabricating an entire plane of existence and now you’re startled that i have feelings about it?

and beyond the outright denial, there’s the implicit insult. you’re telling me that a place that has held me, healed me, cradled me in its reality, was not ever something i visited.

it's insecurity. the jealousy is so pungent it should come with a hazard warning. people talk about shifting like it’s some fragile, esoteric thing, but i assure you, it is not. it is not a fairy tale, not a bedtime story, not some rarefied dreamscape reserved for the chosen few. it is tangible. concrete. as real as the chair you’re sitting on, though given the discourse, i wouldn’t be shocked if someone accused me of fabricating that too.

[heyimastopsign]

Furniture has no right to be so expensive

[heyimastopsign]

i have no idea how the autocomplete was able to understand what i was looking for here but i am frankly both terrified and impressed

[heyimastopsign]

reviewers will go “you didn’t cite my google forms survey from a gaming discord server.” and then write this shit