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HEY GUYS YOUāLL NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND
No one šš» does it šš» like him
āŖalrighty iām calling it now jack finley is gonna be this years rookie heartthrob ā¬
the fact that AP exams are open note this year is making me regret graduating in 2018 and not failing my senior year twice so i could maybe have a chance of getting higher than a 1 on my AP Physics exam
nctzens right now
alright this needs a bit of an update
Hi guys!
I know this probably isnāt going to reach many people, but I opened a redbubble account to try and make a little money during quarantine
it would mean a lot to me if you could go look at my artwork, unfortunately iām not tech savvy so for some reason my artwork wonāt show up in my shop but iāll link all three of them here
again, i completely understand if you skip this post or donāt want to go through the hassle haha
https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Haechan-PUNCH-Sticker-by-mparm15/48357241.EJUG5?ref=explore-for-you-recently-viewed
https://www.redbubble.com/explore/works/48358245?ref=explore-for-you-recently-viewed
https://www.redbubble.com/explore/works/48349514?ref=explore-for-you-recently-viewed
Over 700,000 creatives worldwide making things like shirts, stickers, phone cases, and pillows weirdly meaningful. Find your thing or open y
Over 700,000 creatives worldwide making things like shirts, stickers, phone cases, and pillows weirdly meaningful. Find your thing or open y
Haechan in the second PUNCH photo release ⢠Millions of unique designs by independent artists. Find your thing.
i literally havenāt truly posted on here in like a year and a half whoops
just a daily reminder that i love park jisung with my entire being
EARTHPOD
E A R T H P O D
Finally with the Firepod meme the cycle is COMPLETE
weāve done it lads
Just don't put the fire pod in the earth pod or war shall erupt.
IT HAS BEEN COMPLETED
@chainbin IS BACK YALL THIS IS NOT A DRILL
the weeknd really said "tryna find the one that can fix me" like dudes 2010s are coming to an end and y'all still think women are free therapists
I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldnāt get me one because they were ātoo violent and also ate peopleā :(
hnn I WANT IT SO BAD
on closer inspection, it makes a lot of really obnoxious noises and is also Too Expensive. BUT FEAR NOT I found this slightly smaller dude wedged in the back!
IT HAS BITE ACTION, AND THATāS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS
now we enter the testing phase
yup. looks good.
Extreme Chompin T-Rex says ITāS NEVER TOO LATE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
Can we take a moment to appreciate that we can use this as a rosetta stone to say āEXTREME CHOMPINā ā in four languages?
OH SHIT YOUāRE RIGHT, let me check the garbage to see if itās still there! hopefully I didnāt destroy it in my excitement
*roar sound effect*
IMPORTANT UPDATE:
update update: I re-sized her collar and found a bag of toy bones at the craft store. I havenāt put this much effort into a non-school thing since my last job search, help
(secret bonus: the other side of her tag)
Thereās more!
I love.
I saw that people are reblogging the thread again, so I thought Iād give you all an update on how Wexter is doing!
(just fine)
Wexter And The Case Of Her Continuing Marvelously Naughty Garden Adventures
Wexter says SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING (but she might chew your ankles a little bit maybe)
so itās come to my attention that at some point this weekend Wexter blew past 100,000 notes, and I for one think thatās very cash money of her.
itās been a few weeks, I suppose we should check up on the AHSGSHGAFB?!
ajdhf.
well thatās just,,,
REXCELLENT
op update: howās wexter doing????
pretty good
this is the scariest tweet ive ever seen reading this made me feel like im in the twilight zone
āKillā¦meā¦ā I manage to hiss through my teeth.
The PTA moms in attendance do not respond. In some of their faces I can see the same desperation. Their teeth bared, eyes too bright, too wide.Ā We exchange looks, the companionship of animals caught in the same trap.Ā Others donāt seem to notice.Ā They were always this way.
The men, caught up in their own little social swirl, mostly associate with one another, but now and then I see a strained look, a back a little too tight, the hard knot of jaw muscles clenching, laughs just a little too hearty to be real. The trapped among them suffer, too.Ā Differently, but no less horribly.
Rachel has pulled a large knife from my Pioneer Woman knife block.Ā Its factory edge is a little dull with use, but the plastic handle still a vivid and cheerful blue.Ā Rachel has triplets; her arms are very strong.Ā I know she will stab deep.
āPlease,ā I cough.Ā I know she hears, I know she understands.Ā The Game is about to start. I canāt do this again.
She raises it. For a moment my heart leaps, I dare to hope, then she passes me.Ā Ā āI saw this neat video on how to slice an avocado,ā she says, pulling one from the thrifted vintage glass bowl I stenciled my childrenās names onto after a sleepless night spent funneling Pinterest directly into my eye sockets as my husband slept beside me, unaware.Ā She garnishes the guacamole with fresh slices, her movements displaying the expert precision of someone who was taught with pain.Ā Ā āIām sorry,ā she murmurs.Ā Ā āI tried.ā
I pat her shoulder in sympathy and forgiveness and move on.Ā I try to exclaim happily when my heavily-pregnant friend Karen talks about her impending gender reveal party, complete with āGuns or Glitter?ā cake, but itās more of a sad moan. The blade of the gender binary cuts so deep.Ā I feel bad for her, really.Ā She never knew the freedom of pronouns.Ā Never knew the elation as the status quo, the good and God-ordained order of things, the English language itself, crumbling under the onslaught of the singular ātheyā.
Her words remind me, though, of the gendered marketing that segregates my day and I suddenly feel a crushing pressure in my ribs.Ā I steal a moment to take my pink Lady Bic pen out of the drawer with the chalkboard label reading āthis + thatā and make a note on the grocery list. We need more girl Doritos and princess-themed goldfish crackers for the girlsā lunch boxes, and my husband is almost out of Dude Wipes and Bearglove.Ā The compulsion eases.Ā I sigh in relief.
Melissa, a hungry-looking size 10 brazen in herĀ āReal Women Have Curves!ā shirt, compliments the shabby chic washboard hanging over the sink, the one withĀ the elegant script writing.Ā I had tried so hard, so, soĀ hard, to form the shapes that would unbind me from this hellish existence, but all that came out wasĀ āBless this Messā.Ā I donāt even believe in God anymore; at least, not His power.Ā If He exists, He too is powerless before the grinding fist of heteronormativity.
I manage to retreat into my craft room, away from talk of the Homeownerās Associationās tribunal coming up.Ā The Carsons put up a rainbow wind sock last weekend, and the Nextdoor.com post about it is already over 1,000 notes long.Ā The HOA had to take action.Ā Theyāre talking about a straight pride parade to bring the community together again after so divisive an act.
My craft room, my haven, is so much smaller than my husbandās man-cave, but itās big enough for my Cricut machine, and thereās a small table where I shoot photos for my organizing and homemaking mommy blog, the one I had to start to end the nightmares.Ā I sit among my washi tape and scrapbooking papers, heart as empty as my mason jars.Ā The small things I make in here are beautiful, and the work of my hands is creative and clever, but it no longer satisfies me.Ā Itās not genuine anymore.
For ten years I have floundered in this soft-focus bokeh heterosexual hell, ever since the cursed post came across my dash, the 20,000-likes-strong spell that ruined my life.Ā February 4, 2018.Ā Six months to the day before my marriage to Brad.
My former life is ruined. I donāt know where my girlfriend went.Ā My last glimpse of her was in the sporting goods aisle at Wal-Mart, a pair of pink camo-print boots in her strong, scarred hands and a look of indescribable horror in her eyes.Ā I love her so much, still.Ā I canāt even remember her name.Ā I would trade every crafting supply I own, every scrap of burlap, every button, every bead, for one more night, one more hour, with her.
I open the small cupboard beneath the cutting mat table. In it is a shrine, festooned with icons I have painstakingly assembled and painted.Ā Reproductions of every good luck post I could find. The tip toad, Roger the magical good luck fish, Joe Biden eating ice cream, the devious doggie of destiny, the bagel with its sacred tongue of flame, double luck double banana, the lucky cat with coins on its belly, the endless āmoneyā animal memes ā cats, dogs, fish, monkeys, alligators, enough to fill out a full tarot deck ā even a desperate slapdash Pepe, the rarest, its arcane energy jabbing through the rest like a rank smell in an otherwise immaculately landscaped garden.Ā But he was not always a symbol of evil and his power is undeniable, so I added him to the rest.
I pull out my craft knife and cut my finger, and I let three drops of blood fall on the strongest icon of them all. One I created myself, from my heart.Ā It is the image of Freddie Mercury astride a unicorn, a shooting star falling into his open hand.
āReblog in 30 seconds for good luck,ā I whisper, tears shimmering in my eyes, just before closing the cabinet door again.Ā I get to make a wish now.Ā My heart is full of grief.Ā It is so full.Ā Outside the room, the first cheer for the first goal of The Game.Ā A tear snakes its way down my perfectly-blended cheek.Ā āPlease let me be queer again.ā
I still think this is the best horror piece Iāve ever written.
this is deeply disturbing holy shit
Therapist: *attempts to read my mind*
My mind: *WAYV IS APART OF NCT. THEY ARE NCT CHINA*
Therapist: *tearing up* f-finally someone w-whoās fucking educated
we need conversion therapy to be illegal. we need parents to go to jail for doing this to their children. we need providers of conversion therapy to go to jail for offering a service that abuses and kills lgbt people. conversion therapy is a hate crime.
mark: you rate the members of our group by appearance?
donghyuck: calm down, 21.