just nod if you can hear me

Are you looking for a sims blog? Go here: pixeldistractions.tumblr.com // Laura Rae Amos: author, photographer, explorer, & dabbling artisan. Come visit me at LauraRaeAmos.com Tweets @LauraRaeAmos Laura writes kooky and emotional relationship dramas that are often tragic, usually witty, sometimes poignant, and a little bit crass. Novels in ebook and paperback. You can read them if you want. 

[lauraraeamos]

Hello, friend! Nice to see you here! 😊

My side blog gets way more action than this main, so if you’re looking for a simblr, go here -> @pixeldistractions

This blog contains nothing but the most glorious drivel. That’s all, really. Lots of quality reblogs. Some critters I found. Writer complaints. And rarely, something “serious” I wrote.

Here’s all my bullshit:

52 weeks 2026 challenges Threads (writing & photography) Bluesky (mostly gaming) RL Twitter Gaming Twitter

Sim-Illustrated Story Sagas: Postcards From Sierra Nova (current) Lakeside Heights (older)

Traditional Novels and shorts in ebook & paperback: Exactly Where They’d Fall The Fish and the Bird All The Other Boys

Occasional photography? "mine" tag on Tumblr newer stuff on Instagram older stuff on Flickr

[writingisbestonrainydays]

"whoops, i'm in love with you!"

a prompt collection of idiots with crushes realizing that they are, in fact, idiots with crushes

touching the spot where the other brushed/touched them as though their fingertips had been a branding iron, the phantom heat of the contact lingering beneath their skin

replaying something they said over and over, until...

realizing that they're trying to get the other to laugh

something small/ordinary that the other did. then the “oh, fuck, why do i want to be with you when you buy eggs???” moment

trying to do something ordinary/they do all the time/that makes their mind quiet, but they can’t concentrate because all they can think about is some small moment from earlier with the other

realizing their social battery is drained, but they still crave time with the other and want them around

or that they should be tired/drained, but aren't, not while the other is around

catching themselves scanning rooms for the other upon entering

and the small moment of relief when they're there

the small feeling of victory when they get the other to smile

unconsciously adopting their mannerisms—a particular phrase, habit, etc

listening to music and thinking of them, then having their brain catch up and question why that is

as always, submit to my "ask" box if there is anything you want to see OR anything you want to share! happy friday :)

[luna-azzurra]

Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

[lauraraeamos]

Don’t just touch grass, lie down in a mountain meadow while a brisk breeze blows in your hair, and sun yourself like a happy cat.

But, like, check for ticks after! 🙃

[lauraraeamos]

Don’t just touch grass, lie down in a mountain meadow while a brisk breeze blows in your hair, and sun yourself like a happy cat.

But, like, check for ticks after! 🙃

[lauraraeamos]

Spent the day making a mood board for Miserable Ghost Story. This totally counts as work, right? 😂

[photos above from Pinterest, not mine]

But these ones ⬇️ are mine.

I took this ^ photo on a road trip in 2016, and I've been dreaming about that misty lake ever since. This photo was taken in Massachusetts, although my story will be set in upstate New York.

I've also decided recently that the story is set in 1989-1993. I quickly realized it needs to contain way more cigarettes and brown furnishings.

It's also about musicians! 🎵🎶🎵

And a ghost, of course.

[amerlcanapparel-deactivated2020]

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

[straighthater]

when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes

[timelordpillbug]

when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia

[hikingnerd]

When Russia sends you nudes

[dr-thackery]

[dismantlerepaired]

[ilovepretzelrods]

[thegingerbalrog]

[onwardwall]

[miss-jaxon-flaxon-waxon]

#what the fuck happened here

[her-eyes-dared-me-with-danger]

This is my favorite post in all of tumblr

[kyloschuyler]

reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia

[tree-of-blue-squirrel]

reblog it, because Russia can´t

[maradaisykat]

Thanks Obama 

[my-sisters-eyeball]

Wtf

[roomba-with-knives-taped-to-it]

When Russia makes this post illegal

[earthnicity]

I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS

[lauraraeamos]

Peek-a-boo!

^ Great Horned Owlet & I don't know common pond frog, lol!

Photos # 8, 9, 10 or something, am I still doing this challenge?

^ runner up because I wish it was sharper and better lit, but look at this handsome duck!

[antlered-vixen]

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

[lauraraeamos]

Spent the day making a mood board for Miserable Ghost Story. This totally counts as work, right? 😂

[photos above from Pinterest, not mine]

But these ones ⬇️ are mine.

I took this ^ photo on a road trip in 2016, and I've been dreaming about that misty lake ever since. This photo was taken in Massachusetts, although my story will be set in upstate New York.

I've also decided recently that the story is set in 1989-1993. I quickly realized it needs to contain way more cigarettes and brown furnishings.

It's also about musicians! 🎵🎶🎵

And a ghost, of course.

[lauraraeamos]

photo #7/52: tiny moons

My hubby got me these garden lights like two Christmases ago, and it took me this long to get them outside. But, oh! Look! They’re so lovely in the dark. Like tiny moons. They make me happy. ☺️

And this one tiny section of my yard that actually looks decent. Trimmed up and re-mulched and potted with petunias.

The rest is struggling, but we don’t need to look at the rest of it. 🤣

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[hardrockerhippie]

At first i was like: why the hell is this on tumblr?! And then it suddenly made sense...

[ekjohnston]

This is incredible.

[bluering8]

listen to me, this is so so important: you've gotta get used to really giving it your 60% as a default. like don't half-ass it necessarily but try not to go over 70% or so of an ass. you'll feel better and live a happier more fulfilled life, and on the rare occasions where you do need to lock the fuck in you'll be able to pull off bullshit that the sad miserable wretches giving it their 100% can never dream off, because they're busy draining themselves dry and you have energy reserves to spare.

[willowrosenberg1997]

if this is an opinion a lot of people hold I must be regarded by society as some kind of feral animal. one thing about me is I will be going places with wet hair

[manny-jacinto]

30 YEARS OF ROMEO + JULIET (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[lauraraeamos]

photos #5 & 6 / 52 — blossoms

Little clump of cherry blossoms is just doing his best. 🌸

[nasa]

That's us, together.

While we're looking up at the Artemis II astronauts journeying to the Moon, they're looking back home at us. 

In this image, Earth peeks through the capsule window, reminding us that a view like this relies on the ingenuity and hard work of countless people back home.

In the second image, we see our home planet as a whole, lit up in spectacular blues and browns. A green aurora even lights up the atmosphere.

Follow the Artemis II astronauts on their journey to the Moon: