Incorrigible Nerd

30s, she/her. I am bi and I will defend pansexuals with my battleaxe. 😤 Watch out for hyperfixations both new and old to crop up!

[linguisticparadox]

Look idk what to tell you. I'm bisexual. I have ADHD. I obsess over stupid things. What's not to get.

[naamahdarling]

I lost a needle I liked in my pincushion so I decided to get a strong magnet and see if I could pull it back out.

I pulled out 68.

I very rarely sew.

This was my grandmother's pincushion. How many were hers?

[autisticnightfury]

Finding a 68 needles in a haystack pincushion

[naamahdarling]

Where you would expect to find needles!

AND YET.

(I jibbled out some more so we are at 71 and I can feel at least two more in there by sweeping the magnet across. Now hunting for my strongest one.)

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

tomato is perfec t size for put needle inside very soft and comfort needle

[featherwurm]

A friend suggested 'a mimic that eats needles' and I got the most vivid mental picture.

[michael-merriman]

∫ <- HOLY SHIT GUYS THE INTEGRAL SYMBOL IS SUPPORTED BY TUMBLR

∫∫∫∫∫∫ GO MY INTEGRALS

[ganondorf]

i think this captures the defining pathology of the collective social media psyche right now. we are in the thrall of people who are wantonly cruel but who also demand to be coddled at all times in every way

[nattousan]

working while ADHD

[nattousan]

important update

threat display

[nattousan]

*doom music starts to play* I actually kindof like scheduling these kinds of appointments now...

but seriously Fellas, don't forget to schedule a pap smear every couple of years just in case. If you still have a cervix you can still get cervical cancer. ilu

this has been a psa

[nattousan]

i've had this as an idea since 2017 btw

[nattousan]

damn, tumblr says my art is ass and trans people is eye strain so no blaze for me :\

it'd be a shame if this...

blazed the old fashion way...

[nattousan]

thanks @catoperated

[nattousan]

it was not on wheat...

[nattousan]

[bluberimufim]

I love that opera sits in this limbo where it's extremely well-known but not really beyond a surface level recognition, so you get commercials for makeup or whatever to the tune of the I Hate Women So Much It's Unreal aria

[forthegothicheroine]

#in the first bridgerton book daphne describes her crush feelings as if her heart is playing the queen of the night aria from the magic flute#which i can totally see if you have never found out what the words mean. very high and fluttery.#but the lyrics are along the lines of THE VENGEANCE OF HELL BOILS IN MY HEART. IF YOU DON'T MURDER THAT MAN I WILL DISOWN YOU.#and i laughed so hard i had to put the book down

via @tophatandboots

[jackironsides]

oh my god??

@lymeandcoconut

#lmaooooo #my fave is that episode of white collar where neil is doing a theft #and the music they play over it is leporello's 'here's the list of all the hundreds of women my boss has fucked' aria from don giovanni #it's supposed to just sound grand and sophisticated but the guy is singing about how DG fucks tall women short women #fat women skinny women princesses and peasants he fucks them all! #and here's the numbers broken down by nationality! #he's fucked over 1000 women in spain you know!

#oh and he's singing all this to a former conquest who tracked DG down because he promised to marry her then ditched her #anyway it's a lot

[notformywings]

[homunculus-argument]

According to old finnish folklore, having a wild animal wander into your house is an omen of death. The bigger the animal, the more imminent the death. A small bird, like a sparrow or a finch, is a sign that someone who lives in the house will die within the year. If the animal that has somehow made its way inside the house is a small mammal like a hedgehog, or a larger bird like an owl or raven, would mean that death is coming to visit in the next few months.

Massive megafauna, like a fully-grown moose or a bear, is a sign that someone will probably die within the next 20 minutes.

[rainbow-demoness]

This one doesn't get to stay hidden in the replies.

[omnipherias]

quick olly sketch

[creekfiend]

its funny how some days I just wake up on the I'm Annoying People side of the bed and feel that way about every interaction I have the whole day no matter what it is or who it's with

social anxiety is wild

[creekfiend]

IT'S THIS. YOU'RE SO RIGHT

[corvidaedream]

the weirdest thing about my wizard tattoo is that unlike the other tattoo i have, it's really reactive to my lupus

like the first signs of a flare up from stress/over exertion used to be red face + fever + rash on my hands

but the lines of my tattoo will become raised and then a little itchy before it progresses to that point

and im discovering that, yeah, if i just listen to the wizard and rest/recuperate/stop pushing myself when it starts acting weird, i can sometimes avoid triggering the other symptoms

early warning system wizard who lives on my shoulder reminding me to take care of myself

[uncomfortablecliche]

abelism and cainism

[arctic-hands]

Oh my god. I'm calling it here and now, "cane-ism" is when disabled people fight back against ableism

[blondie-in-the-zone-deactivated]

[psychotrope777]

fuck it really has like almost the exact cadence

[glumshoe]

I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

[glumshoe]

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

[glumshoe]

“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.

The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

[glumshoe]

“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”

She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.

Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

[egberts]

"these overconsumption products shouldn't exist!! nobody needs them!! do it yourself!!!" *look inside and it's a disability aid marketed for mass casual use to make it more accessible*

[mortimermcmirestinks]

I've discerned the fundamental problem of being an extrovert with introvert friends