#overdramatic

[sincarazthings]

WHAT AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO WITHOUT CONSTANT TENNIS AVAILABLE TO ME?!

What do you MEAN I don’t get to see these faces every day..

… and I don’t get to watch these precious BBs falling more in love with each other week after week?!??

NO NEW WINKS TO ANALYZE?!?

Not to be overdramatic, but THIS OFF SEASON MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL ME.

What do people do with their time when they’re not obsessing over the tennis tour?? …. Asking for a friend..

[sunsetskyline00]

Quotev went "how can i ruin pride month" and destroyed their entire website. Thanks guys

[jayssuckerfromparadoxxxinvasion]

Only screenshots I got of 2J because I was literally on the verge of tears when I was watching this🫩

Situation so bad that not even seeing my favorite duo is helping🫩IF ANYTHING ITS WORSE BECAUSE THEY ARE TRYING THEIR HARDEST TO PUT ON A SMILE AND ITS BREAKING AND TEARING MY HEART UP😭😭😭😭

[studio-oneeye]

Actually it's just an art for DTIYS in telegram

But my friends can't stop joking that Nightmare is being overdramatic because Killer left him alone for a few hours, lmao

What are your ideas about what happened?

Original Nightmare is from dreamtale

This one from my small au

[tarantulas-of-santa-fe]

I feel like a lot of friends I made on here don't talk to me as much as before man... but like that's fine. I'm not a whiny bitch or anything, it's actually alright-ish (I just miss people. I want someone to talk to me... like often.)

[esmixd]

When your mom turns a simple mistake into the world’s worst problem <<<<<<<<

[mouthtapedguy]

The plants: thank you, great one

[zacrete]

Migrating to Tumblr feels oddly similar to my egg cracking. All those years on Reddit, lurking silently, staying observant while keeping my head down and trying to avoid being noticed, terrified that if I’m seen or heard, I’ll get my ass handed to me. But I didn’t know anything else, so #thisisfine. I see the kids laughing gayly over there with their brightly colored furbys and Goncharov t-shirts and feel a confusing longing, but they’d never let me hang with them. I don’t belong in that world. I wouldn’t know how to tell them that I think they’re cool.

Then the boycott happens and I’m all sad and bored and find the Tumblr app buried in the back of my phone. I got it a while ago, didn’t really know why. Took it out and looked at it now and then, but was never bold enough to give it a shot. But whatever, nothing left to lose, right?

So I open it up and look for a bit. It’s pretty. It’s so pretty. I get that sense of longing again. I hesitantly run my finger over the reblog button and…I like it. I don’t know why, but it’s comforting. It wasn’t as weird as I thought it might be. Or if it is, it’s weird in a good way. I keep digging around, learning, exploring, and see that there are actually a lot of people who feel this way. They’re finding themselves, really seeing each other for the first time, being welcomed and gently guided into this strange new life by this community. People are really supportive here. I’m not used to this feeling.

The more I explore, the more comfortable I’m becoming. I think I might be able to be myself here. It feels like maybe, just maybe, I’ve found my people. Maybe I’m not anti-social media. I’d just never had a safe environment. So let’s try this. I’m scared, but I’ve got to do it. Make my own post and come out socially. I…I’m not a Redditor. I thought I was. I tried to be, but it only ever made me sad. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I don’t think I can ever go back to that life.

Finally admitting it, breaking out of that abusive, toxic environment…I’m feeling something I’d forgotten how to feel. Hope.