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im gonna throw up from laughing thinking about this tweet
honestly I hate “can you pet the dog?!?” not for any of the common reasons but because it was initially interesting as a proposition of “can you interact with the world in a way that is not within the primary mechanical loop” and that very quickly fell away to being “well now any indie developer making a game has to have a pet the dog button or they’re going to get letters”
One of my dream projects has an NPC with a dog, and if you try to pet it, the owner tells you not to do that. If you try again, it bites you and you take damage. I want to do this entirely because I genuinely believe that this would make me feel way more grounded in the world than any “click button to see cute animation” would ever do, and also it would be really funny to have a game where people lose their runs because they tried to pet a dog they were told not to pet
Song, Allen Ginsberg
You deserve a healthy love with someone who hears you, sees you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you. Someone who is patient, communicates clearly, and creates a calm safe space to heal, grow, and bloom together. A love you don't have to heal from.
Oh wow, jumping back on here has been like jumping into a Time Machine. Wretched in a lot of ways, interesting in others.
Stephen was abusive as hell. Like, domestically abusive. Like, “arrested twice for trying to actually murder me” abusive. Charges never stuck because I just saw him as a sick person and didn’t think that warranted a lifetime of prison as a result. I suffered a lot.
This is the first I have talked about it publicly, and it’s because I want to rectify anything I’d said about him on here before. I don’t know what he’s doing or saying these days, I’ve blocked him on every social media I have. I know it’s probably not good, knowing him— he always liked to make up rumors about his exes ever since we were kids. Like when we were kids, though, there’s no lie he can spread about me that’s worse than the God’s honest truth about him. I’m safe and happy now.
I have a kid now, he is 2. He’s the little love of my life. My husband is the big love of my life. I’m working at a job I love. I’ve been there for 3 years now. My degree has actually come in handy. Also, I’m in school for a master’s again courtesy of my job.
I have so many friends now. Like, more than I think I have had in my life. And they’re all genuine. Not like, wishy-washy people who will disappear when life gets hard. They’ll probably be carrying my casket if they’re alive when I die.
all this is to say life is good now. I don’t think the trauma “helped me become who I am today,” but in some kind of fucked up way, I’m almost glad I went through it if it means this is the timeline where I have my son, my husband, my family, my friends.
dear reader, I hope you realize that life will get better for you, too, if you’re not already happy where you are. I know my happiness is temporary but God, it is just so great. I hope you get to experience such joy in your life, too.
May your days be brilliant and may kindness follow you wherever you go. 🫶
to survive working full time you need:
a work crush to boost your morale and get you through the day
a work nemesis to keep you alert for opportunities to take revenge on them for minor slights
We lost the fucking plot when we started doing "pro vs anti" ship discourse i am SO serious when i say that its literally not that deep and treating it like it is will give you brain rot beyond your comprehension
"Youre in fandom? Are you pro or anti ship ://" i have a full time job and pay taxes in tangible real life bestie
Do you think i give any hint of a shit that some teenager is writing "problematic fiction" on ao3 when inflation is a real thing and passengers tell me to kill myself 7 times a day because i took their shampoo away after they were told no less than 20 times that anything over 100ml cant fly. Do you think i care that tumblr users are doxing each other over fictional character opinions when rent prices are tag teaming me with utilities and car prices and the existential enui of being a trans guy in alberta. Do you think i care. Do you think any of this actually matters. Get real problems i am SERIOUS
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Forgot this blog existed. This serves as a testament to two things:
How badly hormonal birth control fucked up my emotions as a teenager
how much of a difference frontal lobe development makes
hope everyone has a good night and that something good happens to you today!
I have never in my life had a kitten react this negatively to swaddling. Fully feral 8 week olds tolerate it better than this 10 day old kitten. Warning: he is LOUD and sounds like he's being tortured.
You can imagine how much fun tube feeding him is right now....
This is the same baby that was growling at me so it appears to be a native personality thing. He's going to be a delightful adult cat at the vet.... Maybe I should change his name to "eternal gabapentin"
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You WRAP Nettle?! You wrap Nettle like the shawarma?!!? Oh! Oh!!! Jail for human! Jail for one billion years!!!
this next one’s a slow jam
ENOUGH F*CKING AROUND ARE THEY GIANTS OR NOT??????
they might be
I WILL F*CK YOUR SH*T UP
wHEN THE MUSIC GETS ALL INTENSE AND U CAN’T FIND THE ENEMY
i think we shoukd have glowstick juice injected in our bones when we’re born so if we break em theres a fun little surprise
whats the surprise
blood poisoning