my evil chalice came in but its so fucking small. goddamnit. they're going to make fun of me at the wizards circle tonight
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FUUUUUUUCK !!
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my evil chalice came in but its so fucking small. goddamnit. they're going to make fun of me at the wizards circle tonight
loser
FUUUUUUUCK !!
my evil chalice came in but its so fucking small. goddamnit. they're going to make fun of me at the wizards circle tonight
loser
FUUUUUUUCK !!
"But I don't like the ending/the character/the plot point. I would have done it differently."
Yes. Good. Go get a pen. This is where it begins.
This energy though
The amount of transphobes that just don't know anything about swords or fencing is fucking killing me. Firstly, alot of fencing competitions are gender neutral. Secondly even if someone who did have a massive strength advantage entered a fencing competition that still wouldn't help them too much because a duel with swords is very rarely decided on strength. It doesn't matter how strong you are, if your opponent hits you that's a point for them. Fencing is won entirely by fucking knowing how to fence, shockingly.
Also, anybody commenting "Why is her hair greasy. She needs to wash her hair" needs to step outside the house like atleast once in their life. Girl just won a fencing competition and she was wearing one of these 👇 the whole time
SHE WAS FUCKING SWEATY
I mostly learned English by myself, by reading mostly Victorian literature and science magazines, then learned listening and pronunciation by watching youtubers. My spoken English is a horrible Frankenstein of accents and it's annoying to have people trying to guess where I'm from, but that pales in comparison to how many times I've been accused of being an ai bot this year. It gets old fast.
wait i just found out you can be nice to people and be their friend i thought we had to kill them all cause i was raised in a lab to be a living weapon
One thing I'm really loving about the perspective shift between Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat is how Lestat and Louis appear in each other's narratives, through each other's eyes.
Louis sees Lestat as this primal force of nature who looks like a romance novel hero, can effortlessly control any room, is "preternaturally charming," impeccably turned out, no one can say no to him for long.
but we get in LESTAT'S head, and suddenly he has scars and a tangled mane of hair, people are constantly talking over him, he sweats, he's getting beat up and his clothes are getting destroyed in a non-sexy way, he's flailing around wildly with NO idea what he's doing, people (lestat included) think he's untalented and annoying.
And LOUIS, well. Louis clearly sees himself as uncanny, reserved, compelling but a little off-putting. He is other: cut-off from humanity, holding his emotions and relationships at arm's length.
Then we see him in The Vampire Lestat, and it's like no. This is the warmest, cutest, sexiest, coolest, most capable and most desirable man who has ever walked the face of the earth.
vaseline is op for fucked up skin but its texture stat is dogshit
we aint putting that on the chart, chief
yes the fuck you are if you have any respect for its inventor
OKAY FINE JESUS
tags like this remind me that this is the only social media site where I'll ever truly belong
i was parked at the beach yesterday and a Real Biker Dude pulled up beside me. Like on a big handlebar motorcycle with his whole life packed onto it. a real rambling man. a son of the highways and byways. and he looked down at my mini-series purple e-bike and he was like "what a sweet little thing! how's it ride?" and we talked my e-bike specs. i said i liked his motorcycle and he was barely interested in talking about it except to tell me where he got it in case i ever want one. but he loved my little bike.
this is a problem for me because now i feel respected and powerful so from now on i'm gonna roll up with my e-bike to other guys on their motorcycle and be like "sick bike. reminds me of mine if it were less space efficient..."
i'm gonna go to leather bars and start calling myself a biker instead of a cyclist.
also. this is gross. but i'm quitting smoking and what no one tells you is that for awhile, i saw some ppl online saying up to a year even, that means you're just hacking up like mucus encased tar. cuz apparently there's these hair like things called cilia in your lungs that slowly move stuff upward so you're able to cough it out, and smoking like. 24/7 365 for the past 5 years had my cilia all fucked up, so now it's finally coming back online and being like holy shit you need this out of here NOW.
anyways don't smoke kids. smoking weed is still smoking and your lungs hate it. fuck vaping too. just eat a gummy or make your flower into a delightful little tea this shit sucks so bad yall
hey just to update. i am hacking up tar / resin / particulate from smoking Now, it's more like floating brown bits. the thick black stuff i coughed up for the first couple of days was tar that has collected in my lungs the past 5 years And dried blood collected from my infection. this can also be a sign of other worse things if persistent but since my sputum is following the usual progression for quitting and my doctor put me on antibiotics for the illness that made my throat hurt so bad i finally quit, i am less worried. i also have chest pain we think is from me pulling a muscle from coughing and blowing my nose so hard the past couple weeks. my doctor told me the last time she had covid she was coughing so hard she broke a rib so like. the physical pain and strain from harsh coughing is real
anyways. please quit smoking
edit: reworded the beginning for clarity, i realize now i said that totally wrong fr what i was trying to convey, i meant not Just tar rather than suggesting it was all blood i was coughing up which i understand why that worried people. i will admit i've been pretty out of it
I know a lot of people who are sort of connoisseurs of addictions and they all agree that smoking is the hardest thing to kick. Nicotine has got claws. Here's some free help.
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When my mom quit smoking, she was astounded by how fragrant flowers were and how good icing on cakes tasted because she could finally smell again. And she could sit through a movie in the theater without getting antsy.
Good thing we’ve definitely got people in office who will get on this! (By rapidly making the problems worse)
i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.
on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.
someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please
re-learning how to ask for help before it's an emergency will help you get rid of the feeling that you're always having to drag other people into your emergencies btw
if you really think it's not fair to keep asking people to step in when things have already gone to shit and it's gonna be super stressful to them, the realistic solution is to ask for help before things have a chance to turn into a crisis so that the help needed is more minor, not to magically become the one person on all of planet earth that never needs help
and if people get mad at you for asking for help on something minor, that's a sign you need different people in your life. I promise there are plenty of people who are not just willing to help a friend, but excited at the opportunity to feel helpful and like you want them in your life!
Tip:
When it comes to stuff like racism, sexism, homophobia, etc, I’ve found it’s usually way better to think to yourself ‘I don’t want to be’ than ‘I’m not’.
I.e. if someone goes ‘that thing you just did is ableist’, instead of going ‘I’m not ableist, I don’t hate disabled people!’ it’s usually a lot better to go ‘I don’t want to be ableist, I should rethink what I’m doing/saying/etc in light of that fact’. Because that shifts your thinking so rather than jumping straight into denial and attempts to defend your character, you’re instead more inclined to look at how your actions could be misrepresenting your intentions. Or whether you’ve overlooked something, been callous, or acted in ignorance.