this blog is run by an autistic queer man. i typically ID as aromantic or otherwise unlabelled.
you can find my art sideblog here: @themiseryscene
my (WIP) neocities website
PFP: Kyle Gallner as Sam Lowell in Cougars Inc. (2011)
CURRENT FAVS:
☆ Kyle Gallner (lovelovelove ANOES and Losers Take All)
☆ The 2000s
☆ Left 4 Dead 2
☆ No, I'm Not a Human
☆ Outlast (Series)
☆ Zombies (in general)
☆ Fall Out Boy
☆ Pierce the Veil
FANDOMS:
☆ My Chemical Romance
☆ Ace Attorney
☆ A Nightmare on Elm Street
☆ Pokémon
☆ Fear & Hunger
☆ Outlast
☆ Left 4 Dead 2
☆ Cry of Fear
☆ No, I'm Not a Human
☆ Jujutsu Kaisen
☆ Fall Out Boy
☆ Markiplier
☆ This is a non-comprehensive list !!
OTHER INTERESTS:
☆ Bands: My Chemical Romance, Hawthorne Heights, The Used, Taking Back Sunday, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Chiodos, Good Charlotte, blink-182, Get Scared, Modern Baseball, Car Seat Headrest, Pierce the Veil, Escape the Fate, Falling in Reverse, Sleeping with Sirens
☆ Playing music! (I play flute, picc, alto sax, and drums)
☆ Writing (novels, music, screenplays, VNs, comics)
☆ Drawing (digital mainly)
☆ Making kandi accessories
☆ Horror movies
☆ Game development (Been dabbling in RPGs)
TAGS:
☆ My art --> #noah's art
☆ Text posts --> #text post
☆ Large text posts --> #noah rambles
☆ Original characters -> #OC: [OC name]
(i stopped uploading my art on this acct, but i'll reblog posts from my art sideblog occasionally)
The fishing game in Stardew valley is a bit too hard for me so I haven't been fishing much, which made Willy come to my home and give me a training rod to help me get used to it lmao.,.,. But idk man the fishing game fucking sucks, I can't get used to it and I keep accidentally holding my breath when I play it, so when I actually catch a fish I have to take a break before going for another.....
there’s a post on tumblr about like. if you could do something to bring people a little relief, why wouldn’t you do it? which has unironically informed my practice as a nursing student and patient care tech
i'm actually gonna fucking crash out bro why the FUCK is my ex texting me asking how i'm doing and that he still thinks i'm cute and misses me and thinks about all the good times we had together. like fuck me bc i also really really miss him but also he is NOT good for me, even if he was the best boyfriend i've ever had.
also like dude YOU broke up with ME why are you texting me saying you wanna hold me again
im so glad nobody on the modern Tumblr Left ever changes their url or icons unless they get deleted and remake because back in The Day (2012) we did that all the time and it made keeping track of who was who nigh impossible. remember halloween urls? man, we used to- [i break out into a fit of raspy coughs that leave me wheezing for air while desperately flailing for the nurse call button] [you notice that my coughs are staining the bedsheet with flecks of blood]
I'll finally be able to escape the blood ocean and curl up in Ryan Gosling's arms.
Okay but how fucking out of left field must that be for people who Don't Know. How many people are watching that video and going "I'm sorry Mr. Iplier can you repeat that?" Seriously I want to know--
So I came home from work today and there was a kindle addressed to me that I did not remember ordering. I spent the afternoon trying to figure out how I accidentally purchased a kindle from Amazon, and when I came back from hanging out with Catherine, I told my parents, guys, you will not believe what I accidentally ordered for myself.
“Huh,” said Dad very casually. “Did you get charged for it?”
I spent the next five minutes checking my bank account and came back into the living room to announce, “No, I didn’t. Do you think it’s a mistake? But it has my name on it! what does this mean”
It was around the time that I started to sound panicked that Dad confessed to buying it for me (“I didn’t realize the mystery of it would be so terrifying”). Which was very, very sweet and slightly unfortunate because yesterday I purchased a replacement kindle for myself.
Me and Mom were talking about the kindle this morning, and she told me about how a few weeks ago, she got into her car only to discover that it had been mysteriously cleaned.
“But who would do this?” she said to my father who said he was sure he had no idea. “A student? A stranger? Someone who broke into my car to steal it but felt bad about how dirty it was? WHO??”
Eventually Dad was like, “Honey. It was clearly me.”
Poor Dad just wants to be a man who expresses his love through silent actions, but his family consists of panicked, suspicious women who apparently are very sure that strangers will ominously do nice things for us
Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it's actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It's never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it's like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I'm like. This is a genuine societal issue
No, so I was thinking and it's always kind of peeved me whenever I told someone I'm in school for fashion design and they ask me how to improve their style. And for a long time, I joked that it was like when you tell someone you're an artist and they ask you to draw something
But I literally just realized it pisses me off because I'm trying to be a fashion designer. Not a freakin stylist 😭