Pandemonium

Entirely made up of contradictions Hobbies and talents include living in denial, procrastination, pondering about the workings of the universe, and freaking people out . Aspire to one day join the ranks of the Amazon

[i-am-a-fish]

this is my huggin arm

[hasenpfefferbouillon]

I have never felt so loved in my whole life.

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

The out of context phone conversations I hear at work are a never ending source of entertainment for me. I just walked past a well dressed gentleman who was on a phone call and was asking, in a very concerned voice, “do you like your NEW milk?”

[etirabys]

One of the many stupid feelings humans are capable of having is the private, repulsive rage of seeing someone getting support and sympathy for a problem no one helped you with when you were having it, either because you didn’t have anyone or because it never occurred to you that you could ask for help. Suddenly the world seems to split into two – the realm that contains people like them, the connected and loved – and the realm that contains you, the miserable and the alone, who must suffer in solitude. This is sufficiently horrible that you grasp for reasons or world-understandings to make this reality acceptable, and a mentally available one is that it is superior to be in the miserable solitude realm, that the problem is one that should be solved with self sufficiency and dignity. That this other person is pathetic for being aided and loved when you were not. Scorn is more palatable than confronting the notion that you could have received aid (if you had made different choices or been luckier), that you desperately wish you could have been aided but were not. Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you. So your mind chooses scorn.

It is also a bad place to be. Human existence is full of such traps.

[findingfeather]

I personally find it really, really useful to stop, go “I am totally feeling this rage and resentment that I never got help and support about this thing. I’m feeling that because it was terrible to experience not having got the help and support, it harmed me, and I suffered, and that’s Absolute Shit.” 

Then I remind myself that actually: I do not wish suffering on other people. And it can be both good that this person is getting that support, and also Shite that I, or people like me, DON’T. And it is the latter part that needs to be changed in the universe, or should have been changed (but is unchangeable now because I cannot go back in time). 

But like: actually go all the way through this thought, sometimes out loud to other people. To tag up a friend and go, “I AM HAVING UNFAIR RESENTMENT ISSUES BECAUSE OF BLAH.” 

And my friends will go, “yes it was totally bullshit that you didn’t get help and support and love.” And other validating things. 

And then I will go make myself tea or something. 

Going “yes, these feelings exist and I’m TOTALLY HAVING THEM, and now I need a cup of tea and to find something else to think about” tends to help. It’s when I try to Stop Having The Feelings - often without even acknowledging they’re happening - that I end up acting like an absolute garbage can, in ways I regret later. 

For anyone who might find that thought process useful. 

[homo-sex-shoe-whale]

I have something extremely important to say

[homo-sex-shoe-whale]

My aunt’s dog has a paw print on his paw

[royalharkinian]

The small little gasp I let out is heard universally when you view this picture

[one-time-i-dreamt]

This is Wilson. Wilson has a paw print nose.

[notafeeling]

WERE ANY OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT LOVE SIMON IS BEING TURNED INTO A TV SHOW OR WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT FROM AUSTRALIA’S LGBT YOUTH INSTAGRAM MYSELF

[sidestrash]

whAT

[notafeeling]

YEAH

[t8oo]

[charlesoberonn]

I was discussing representation of gender in fiction and I was thinking about how the ‘dead wife’ and ‘dead mom’ tropes are way too common in fiction and there was a big imbalance in killing prominently female characters.

But instead of articulating that point I just said “More husbands need to die.”

[imposterogers]

carol danvers: do you want to know a secret? don’t tell anyone, but I’m not technically a captain. 

steve rogers, who had maybe six official days of training in his life & went around throwing and punching stuff until he was good at it: SAME

[forestine]

My good friend Noah released his binder drafting and sewing tutorial this week! He doesn’t have a Tumblr, so I said I would post it for him.

“This digital drafting tutorial guides you to create a custom chest binder based on your own measurements. The easy to follow tutorial includes instructions for how to create a crop top length binder with several style and finishing options. The two binder styles addressed in the tutorial are most similar in fit to Underworks and GC2B binders. An add-on for full length binders will become available in the future.”

It’s taken him over a year to design this tutorial, and it’s really thoughtfully written. The tutorial requires some knowledge of sewing stretch knits, but I think it’s doable if you have never drafted before. It’s on sale for the month of April for $10 usd, and then will go up to $15.

Check it out here, and please share!

[molly-ren]

There just are straight up not that many DIY binder tutorials in the world, and a lot of them are badly constructed. I’m Insta-friends with Noah, and I’ve watched his process as he created this binder AND had other people test-sew it so it could be the best it could be! Definitely worth your money! :D

[fancybidet]

Sewing friends take a look! 

[vaspider]

@dadhoc!!!!

[c3rvida3]

@iamkatenyx My birthday is coming up in July. Just saying.

[yutoube-deactivated20140101]

boy, i sure enjoy watching sports. when they throw the ball? classic

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

its so devastating to know that we’d have the cure for cancer by now if only the true medical geniuses of the world werent wasting all their time in fat women’s instagram comments :/

[nyctosaurid]

sleep paralysis is honestly the most bullshit part of being a living thing. sometimes my brain just occasionally screws up and goes ????? uhhhh . cant move.  here’s a demon 

[heterophobics]

#once i had sleep paralysis but instead of there being something scary in my room there was just someone tossing salad at the foot of my bed

[perfecthorse]

[zorri]

*in a horse accent* help

[azaleatown]

This is the horse equivalent of being lost in the sauce

[looking4myson]

astray in the hay!!!!!!!!

[petitepluume]

I did a thing.

[glumshoe]

Most girls like her didn’t like the way they looked and hardly recognized themselves in the mirror, but Claudia was different. She liked to admire herself, and why not? She was a sight to behold.

At a mature 21 years old, she was no longer in her prime, but she had several years left to look forward to and could still attract the attention of younger males. She had a classic Mexican movie star beauty that would always be striking, if not in fashion. Her curves were rounded and well-developed. She turned a little to the side, standing on the tips of her toes to examine the full swell of her abdomen and the slender length of her graceful legs. She was not perfect, but then again, she’d yet to met anyone who could truthfully claim otherwise. Her form pleased her well enough, and she relaxed back onto her silken sheets.

She stared into the mirror in the corner and her own dark eyes stared back, small and close-set and glittering with unspoken thoughts. Her hair was dark and glossy, with strips of bright, coppery red for contrast. She kept it spiked in the back, in a pixie-like style she liked to believe said “don’t mess with me” that often irritated people. Her mouth was small and pink, tucked neatly away beneath her cephalothorax and protected by a pair of firm, pendulous chelicerae of even size, nicely separated and tipped with hard, pointy fangs. Her pedipalps were unusually sensitive. Her spinnerets were delicate and deft, but she usually kept them tucked away close to her abdomen.

Claudia was a strong, independent tarantula, and this post is only funny to spider enthusiasts who hate when women are written this way.

[organicslut]

It’s just a movie 🙄

[gayaara]

Still trying to process the fact that Klaus was straight up killed,, by a furry, at a furry rave, met GOD then came back to life bc she thought that he was a bitch and mentioned precisely zero(0) of these facts to his siblings

[internalscreaming247]

What the fuck did I skip in a series of unfortunate events