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Saw this format from heatedrivalry1221_1410 on tiktok and had to make my own
Saw this format from heatedrivalry1221_1410 on tiktok and had to make my own
Saw this format from heatedrivalry1221_1410 on tiktok and had to make my own
Coming on here after several years away because I need to rant about Heated Rivalry.
My brain is on fire. My heart feels sick. My stomach feels like it's plummeted.
It was only 6 episodes and 2 books. It was only 6 episodes and 2 books!! How is this possible?
As Mr. Darcy once said. You have bewitched me body and soul. I'm on Instagram multiple times a day just seeing their faces over and over again. The same photos re uploaded by all the different fan accounts. I like all of them. Again and again.
I feel ill. I have a life, a home, and a husband. Yet all I want to do is sit in my bed, squirreled away from the world to read fan fiction for hours on end.
How is this still providing me dopamine? Not to be offensive to real addicts but I truly feel addicted. It's embarrassing. I've talked about it to almost everyone I know. If I don't, I feel like I'll burst.
I never ever ever want to meet them or even be in close proximity whatsoever. My face would blush permanently. I wouldn't be able to look either of them in the eye.
I do have other media I consume but I just end up back at them. I'm starting to dread next season because then it will start all over again. It's only going to make me sicker.
Does anyone else feel the same way?
episode 1:
episode 30:
a good sumerian inexplicably donated five packs of 500 temporary tattoos to the classroom, each pack featuring identical pictures of a different invasive species of bug
i meant samaritan you jackasses i was typing with one hand bc i was putting on one of the temporary tattoos and it got autocorrected
Iâm an âI do not like childrenâ person but not an âI hate childrenâ person. I do not want a child. I do not particularly like being in the company of small children. I am not interested in babysitting. I do not think societyâs view on procreating being necessary to fulfill oneâs life is healthy. But I think kids are people too and they deserve all the resources, time and attention they need to successfully grow. I think the welfare of children is fundamental to society. I smile at babies in public. I try to be sympathetic if a child is having a meltdown in public. I think being cruel to children is one of the worst things a human can do.
This puts me in a strange middle ground because I absolutely cannot get along with the âI love babies, I need to have kids, my kids are my world, having children is sooo beautiful, the world should cater to children alwaysâ crowd or the âI think children are like disgusting little rats, I hate them, theyâre subhumanâ crowd.
"I am not a person in possession of the required skills and/or mental headspace to handle and endure being around and taking care of children" is a necessary thing to recognize
Growing up is actually all about realizing people donât inherently dislike you and itâs a bit odd to assume they do
This
there are more tweets in this thread
fucking SLAY
this isnt even the full thread, there are even MORE tweets to this thread that i think are really necessary to read if you do what op is talking about! it is not enough to know that feeling this way hurts the people you love, we already know that.
this rest of the thread continues after the third tweet from the reblog.
like THE FULL THREAD is genuinely so reassuring.
sometimes, it is not enough to just know, sometimes you might need that reassurance of "do you really think of me when i'm away?" and someone reassuring you that yeah, they do. and evaluate that! trust that! just like op did.
and then learning that ykw, it's NOT any of my business really. and finding comfort in that trust that like. whether they are or aren't thinking of me, they really do love me.
this full thread changed my life and i am ALWAYS going to give the full thread because the parts people cut out aren't enough for the people experiencing these things, speaking as someone who does. it, really it just makes us, made me, feel bad about my own capabilities when i saw the unfinished thread.
take the quiz linked below and vote for how well you did (put your results in the tags if you want!!)
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I clicked the wrong button I'm not American but I got a 58%. And that's after cold medicine đ I got most of them right on the first or second try.
it would be kind of funny if ireland unified and king charles dropped dead immediately after
[said with such intense autotune that i can barely be understood] my head hurts
i love the strange reality of being a human person with a human brain. one time someone said something to me in a foreign language (japanese, which i do not speak) and i automatically responded in a different foreign language (spanish, which i do not speak well) and then we both said "what?" in english, an experience made more surreal by the fact that everyone around us was speaking loudly in canadian french (as this occurred in Quebec)
brain: ah yes a Foreign Language! i have One of Those!
official linguistics post
NOT. ONE. WORD. ANY OF YOU.
My brain loves foreign languages, especially when I'm in France, in which case it decides that all nouns are German, or in Germany, in which case it hands me obscure and long-forgotten French words.
Fabian Aramais Seacaster and Gorgug Thislespring! After finding each other in a clearing of the forest of the nightmare king at the end of Sophomore Year!
A fast sketch but this scene moved me a lot, had to share it!
graph of what being hungry is like with adhd
Imagine showing up to work one day and people are like "jesus fucking christ there's a corpse in here", herd you to the back room and everyone who sees you also agrees that there is now a dead body where you are sitting, with the appropriate amount of shock and disgust about it. You figure it's some kind of a prank that they're pulling, but also the people that you know aren't into pranks, or aren't very good actors, are treating you like a corpse. They go weirdly back and forth between talking about you as if you're not there, and politely asking you to stay still while they figure out who you're supposed to call in case of a dead body randomly appearing.
Paramedics show up, study you thoroughly and agree that while they can't see any apparent sign of death, you are, indeed, dead, and ask you to climb aboard the ambulance. You're taken to the temporary corpse storage that hospitals have.
On the way there you ask them whether this kind of shit happens often, and while they won't look at you, the paramedics agree that they've never had a talking corpse before, though they won't question the fact that you're moving on your own.
You're eventually led to a morgue, where you're shown a slab to lay on, and at this point you don't really even question it, you just climb onto the Corpse Shelf and lay down, maybe have a little nap, with no idea what's going to happen next.
Then you wake up to someone walking into the morgue, who has the shit scared out of them when you move, and they're like "dude what the fuck, you're not supposed to be here, this place is for storing dead bodies" and when you're like "aw man sorry I thought I was a dead body" they have no idea whether you're joking and they don't care, you're just chased out of there.
And you just kinda go home and take a shower, show up to work normally the next day and nobody questions it.
And basically that's probably how those ants feel when scientists spray them with the Pheromone That Dead Ants Smell Like, and just hang out at the dead-ant-pile until the smell wears off.
I was waiting to find out what social issue this was going to be a metaphor for, so that ending really punched me in the face.
This new kafka story goes hard
New episode of Bob and MonĂ©tâs podcast where they talk to Brennan about Dungeons and Drag Queens, TTRPGs, Jujubee being insane, and the wonders of Dimension 20 production.
Itâs such a wonderful listen, and you see how the Queensâ reflected on their time at d20 after the season, their experience with DnD, and board game night with Brennan!
p.s special shout out to Bob for exposing Brennans insanity when he played Tony the Tiger in Table Pop!
Iâd lose interest if I found out it wasnât about horses too