#bleepbloop

[dire-vulture]

I hadn't found anything I really wanted to do with Effects yet..but I figured my april fool Patlican would want to get in on this. and i realized how perfect that boot_dragon one was for Bleepbloop haha

[chronicallykiki]

Bunny Peeker

Artist: BleepBloop

Links: https://twitter.com/Window181 https://www.twitch.tv/bleepbloop18

[voxel-loves-you]

No. You can do better NY Times.

Perf. Now we can kink shame the whole country.

[mooneyedandglowing]

My right shoulder feels as if God ripped it from its socket himself. Not that I believe in God, which that very lack of belief is often the cause of a great anxiety that takes hold of me each morning before I realize I’m awake and I’m alive. I make a lot of jokes about Tolstoy going through the same thing and coming to a conclusion I will likely not come to. I don’t write here very often. I don’t share much very often at all with much of anyone at all. I’m insular. Islanded. And all by choice. Decisions. People make too much of what I put down. People make everything about them. And they don’t make anything about me even as it comes from me.

I like to say everything is interesting and everything is interesting, but I’m not typically interested in other people. I feel as if I should feel a certain way about that. I feel it grows, this, more and more with each year I clamber through. People are all alike really. I’ve had 31 years of them and they are all alike. My needs are met by the ones I have. And people are all alike. I’m not sure. I think I’d like to want to speak with them, but I’d often prefer to speak to just a couple, just a few, and then spend my time on any one of my small obsessions. This isn’t to say I don’t get lonely. I do sometimes. And then people will say, “Oh, well you actually have to talk to people to make friends and keep friends.” And we laugh. And I go on without speaking to hardly anyone. But I am happy most of the time. People are what often causes me to not be happy. People cause stress, anxiety, uncertainty and often the checks and balances are so that relating is not worth the minor possible gains that you may not gain at all. And it isn’t an issue with not liking people either. It is just that I prefer to see them, watch them, experience them in that far-off way where I can enjoy the best things about them. A mother walking through the store with her baby on her hip. A father leaning over to wipe the ice cream from a toddler’s sticky face with a brown napkin that tastes like chemicals and paper and leaves that residue behind. Teens sitting on a picnic bench all wrong, feet resting where their butts should be. An older woman pulling a floral portable shopping cart behind her. A man looking up directions in the middle of the sidewalk, scanning his surroundings before looking back at his phone - doing this several times before he starts to move again. A group of women laughing and grabbing hold to one another’s forearms to keep their footing through their joy. I don’t want to know any of them - I don’t and I already do- but I'm glad that they exist. I'm glad I get to see them like this.

[stabby-jello]

[Image ID: a text from HUMANIOD that reads “Can’t afford eyes in this ✨economy✨“ /end ID]

@dagger-queen

[g-phantom-flamingo]

So where's the wholesome AU where everyone lives and Clover doesn't wreck the main characters' lives? This fandom can't all be hidden angst and worshipping the fire birb, right? Right???

[itssickshit]

ya’ll: cowchop is falling apart!!

me: 

[bleep-bloop-comic]

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