Me, A Gay...:

[kosmogrl]

[thesweetiepienovels]

Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.

[hunklet]

they’re making me do work at the job they pay me to do work at

[wingkink]

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

[ricetrippycreeps]

[gentlemanbones]

READER BEWEADER YOU’RE IN FOR A SCEADER

[medli20]

public service announcement

[medli20]

I keep getting people asking about bowling on this post so I’m just gonna repost this drawing I made on Twitter

[lorddoom01]

How did her grandmother fill 4 vases?

[medli20]

She was a very large woman. Easily 12 feet tall.

[mystorl]

then why the heck is her family not tall too?!?!

[medli20]

Pop-pop was very small so it canceled out.

[medli20]

This was originally part of its own post, but I figured I should add it here so all the Bawling/Balling/Bowling family lore can be in one place, sorry if you’ve seen it before.

So 12-foot-tall Grandma was actually a star basketball player back in the 70s for a very brief period of time– her career as a professional athlete only lasted between October and December of 1972.

The reason for this was because John Basketball, the inventor of the sport, realized that the WNBA had not yet been established, so he asked her to please sit out until the Basketball Elders got a chance to make a space in the sport for women. Grandma thought this was pretty bullshit, but she decided to leave the NBA anyway because nobody could keep up with her balling, and the sport had lost its novelty.

After she settled down in her new-but-less-exciting career as an astronaut, she met Pop-pop on the moon. It turns out that he had been a big fan of her and had recorded all her matches on U-matic, and had fallen in love with the sport.

Anyway things happened, the two fell in love and got married, and Grandma and Pop-pop had a beautiful family together. She became especially close with one of her granddaughters, Ballin’ Jessie, who inherited her propensity for basketball. The two would often dunk hoops with each other, and developed trash-talk as their love language.

Pop-pop also had an interest in the sport, but his height had made it difficult for him to keep up with the others. In fact, he had actually lost about a foot in height as a result of being compressed by Earth’s stronger gravitational pull. Despite this, Pop-pop was never really bothered by this because of his exceptional love for Grandma, who was always more than happy to lend him a helping hand. 

[queer-as-city-folk]

You're stuck in a timeloop but can't tell because you're on a train going through the great plains

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers log: I regret buying this ticket, it has been 73 hours of corn, I feel as though I may never see my wife again, The wind mills turn and yet nothing ever seems to move with the wind, this is a forsaken place. I am yet to see the river and despite the speed of this train, I have come to doubt it shall ever arrive

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: the faces all seem the same, nobody seems to age or sleep and the sun never sets, I believe this place may be hell, if the letter somehow gets off this train, tell my wife I'm sorry

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: I finally saw a new face, I feel as though this hell may be ending after 382 long long hours, the new man had slick jet black hair, pale hollow skin and eyes the color of amber. He was beautiful, he seemed trustworthy

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: I have all but lost count of the hours and days, but that doesn't matter I saw the doves today, the strange man told me the secrets of the world

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: His name is Lucile Fur and I find myself in love, I feel that he won't leave me like those before him did

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: His lips were warm but my energy feels drained, I have not aged and yet I am less able and strong than I was before, but that doesn't matter now

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: The radio has stopped broadcasting, it is finally twilight, I am nearing freedom, Lucile's skin seems to glow in the hazy dusk light

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: He told me his dreams, he is beginning to scare me and yet I can stop my love of him

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: Night Approaches, I found a mirror in the woman's bag, my face has become pale and my eyes are the same shade as his when he arrived

[queer-as-city-folk]

Travelers Log: This shall be my final entry, I am free and the sun has set, I no longer need live this sham identity

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log #5:

I found a journal in the wreckage of the California Zephyr, the dates imply that thos passenger had spent 3 years on board this train before the crash, it seems to line up with the time that one of the trains was missing, I will update the foundation as I find out more about the crash

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log #7:

This Journal is the key to the mystery, we may be able to find her if I can decipher what happened on the Journey. There appears to have been involvement from the entity based off early descriptions of the phenomenon

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log #16:

I am urging the foundation to end the experiment, the fate of humanity hangs in the balance, the entity clearly has a stronger foothold than previously thought, this may have connections to Istanbul, I believe the doves still fly

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log #18:

I have been removed from my position and am being replaced with Donovan, those fools, they don’t know what forces they are messing with, I must hide the journal

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log D-1:

The Journal remains a missing variable but using the notes of my predecessor, I believe I can find the asset and the girl for the foundation, my predecessor's disloyalty may have harmed our goals but they will not stop our advance, the energy Signature seen in Kansas and Istanbul is beginning to re-emerge in the San Francisco Bay, the girl is there, I recommend we send a task force with haste to relocate the assets

[queer-as-city-folk]

Undisclosed Astrology Blog:

In San Francisco the stars shall align tonight for the perfect constellations to be visible as the lunar eclipse arrives, The best place to see the stars is in the North where there is less light Pollution

Cable News Report:

A pair of strange bodies of light have been seen moving over the rockies tonight, The US Airforce has stated they are just Jet Tests but many on the ground believe different saying they have seen humanoid figures in the light

Researchers Log D-4:

They are moving, we must mobilize forces in SF now

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log S-1:

Donovan's blunder has cost him his job and 17 task force members, good. He didn't deserve the glory of solving the Istanbul Incident, that glory belongs to an established and loyal member of the institute such as myself, the photos from San Frans are valuable, from them we can see that the events occur in line with celestial events such as the lunar eclipse or the spring equinox. There will need to be investment to cover up the damage to the Recreation Area. The photographs of the entities show that one was human initially, as in line with previous reserves into the journal. We have deduced the Journal down to 5 locations for its hiding place, he may be disloyal but he wasn't clever

[queer-as-city-folk]

Independent Researchers Log:

News has reached me of what Donovan has done in California, I hope the catastrophe has lead the foundation to abandon their hunt for me and the journal, nothing good can come from investigating these entities, I keep the journal to figure out about the crash, once I have that figured out, I plan to burn it. It's what Delilah would have wanted. I must move soon, they are going to find me soon if I don't, New York sounds nice

[queer-as-city-folk]

Excerpt from the audio logs of the director:

Sylvia has taken authority in the hunt for the entity, while she does not always know her place, she has the institutes goals kn her heart. We both seek to find and destroy the entity from Istanbul and to harness its power for the benefit of mankind, the seal was broken by mankind for a reason and that reason was to harness the power of the gods, my associates, I know that the disaster in San Francisco may have dissuaded you from continuing your investment in our work, but I assure you we are close to capturing the rouge researcher and learning what happened on that train. Thank you for your time. Thank goodness that is ove- hey, you! Send the investors the map of locations where the journal is hidden, they will want to see it

[queer-as-city-folk]

Copy of the Map of locations that the journal could be located in according to the beliefs of the institute

Red is a high likelihood of it being hidden there, The places marked in red on the map are Chicago, Detroit, Toronto, Cape May and New York City

Blue is a low likelihood but still enough to merit investigation. The locales marked in Blue are Dallas, Houston, New Orleans, Omaha, Baltimore and Philadelphia

[queer-as-city-folk]

Independent Researchers Log:

I have been able to get set up with a cheap apartment in Chelsea with the help of an old friend from before the institute was founded, she was one of the five of us who saw what happened when the seal broke in Istanbul and she urged me not to work with them, she was right of course, as always, but I think I will be safe in New York, there are so many people here that the Institute could never find me. I have begin reading the Journal one last time, I think I have it all figured out, I just need to head to the library to check one last thing about the citadel

[queer-as-city-folk]

Special News report:

An accident at the New York Public Library's Library has caused a bookshelf to fall over onto a local man, permanently paralyzing him from the waist down, thankfully he was able to survive as if he had been standing just a few feet closer to the center of the bookshelf it would have killed him

[queer-as-city-folk]

Independent Researchers Log:

With my legs immobilized, I am no longer able to continue running, I fear they have already found me, it is sooner than I would have liked, but I won't let them get the best of me, before I die, I shall burn the journal and all my photographs and notes. They won't get anything back, this power can not be allowed to fall into his hands and if my last act was to stop him then it was worth it, and with these final words, I strike the match

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log S-27:

I told them not to take action till we had the journal, but would they listen to me, of course not and now, he's [expletive] bested us, the journal and anything else of value we could get from him burned in the fire, it is time for drastic measure, we move on to Istanbul tonight, I must recreate the conditions of its birth to bring glory to the director, our purpose is holy and the actions of one foolish man won't stop the course of God. If that man survived his fire, he'll wish he hadn't.

[queer-as-city-folk]

Cable News Report:

The Hagia Sophia in Instanbul has collapsed in on itself killing over 20 tourists and locals, the building built by Emperor Justinian in the 600s was an icon of the city for centuries and is considered an architectural masterpiece by millions. The mayor of Istanbul has called its collapse the greatest tragedy to hit Istanbul in decades, there is no word as to whether the structure will be rebuilt. At the time of collapse 3 beams of green light were films erupting from the mosque

Researchers Log S-29:

We have broken the final seal, it all has come to this, it will be glorious

[queer-as-city-folk]

Journal of the young boy:

I saw the Americans enter the cistern in the early morning, I heard the rumour of what they planned to do, and so I followed, they entered a hidden passage way and when they opened the door, there stood a man, he floated in the air and had a blueish tint to his skin, one of the Americans found a blade and broke three urns in the room with it, suddenly the cistern shook and I began to run, I saw a flask of green light as I ran, I fear for what may have happened down there

[queer-as-city-folk]

Current year: 2029

The Journal of Sylvia Renne

Paris, May Day, 2026

I was at the protests to observe and report back to the institute, we wanted to make sure our research in France wasn't coming into question, but then something happened, a man pale and dark haired stepped into the crowd and redirected their rage as if he was angelic, I knew in that moment that we had to harness this power, so I have booked a flight to Istanbul with [redacted], Delilah, [redacted], and Donovan to figure out what the pale man means, we believe he has some connection to the energy Signature we have been detecting there

[queer-as-city-folk]

Inscription on the wall within the secret Tomb, photographed by a member of the institute during the Hagia Sophia Expedition

"The 3 princes lie hidden in these walls, the first shall appear within the past to warn of the others, his body pale and hair like coal, the second shall be birthed in eternity by the love of the first, and the 3rd shall be freed from his 3 urns by a woman from a land foreign to this land."

A second photograph shows the inscription that appeared on a different wall when the wall was touched

"The first prince has been freed and has found his lover, turn back. The third can not be controlled and seeks to bring his fire to humanity. The devil can die and lover can be returned, but the fire can only be sealed once"

A final grainer photo of yet another wall reads as follows

"We who were born a thousand years before you ask that you respect these ancient lands and end your search, nothing good comes from the unsealing of the flame"

[queer-as-city-folk]

The Librarian's Log:

The institute has returned to Istanbul, the researcher is presumed dead, we must leave new york with haste, the fire will be coming soon, I have bought 4 tickets to Philadelphia, there should be safe for a time

[queer-as-city-folk]

Researchers Log S-35:

We have begun to find reason to believe that a copy of the journal was made, we believe it is in the hands of who ever got him that [expletive] apartment. We will capture the owner of the journal and force them to hand over the data, we need to control the flame, it is imperative to the institutes success.

[queer-as-city-folk]

Librarians Travel Log:

Wow the Acela is fucking expensive, why on earth did I buy 4 tickets for it, I know that need to get there with haste but how did she convince me of this. At least they have a fucking Cafe car

[queer-as-city-folk]

Librarians Travel Log:

I got the cheese and fruit plate, I love gouda cheese like any normal person and upon seeing it on the menu I had to order it, the food was good, I enjoyed the cheeses but I wonder why they still had the lunch menu at this hour, something feels off about this train

[queer-as-city-folk]

Librarians Travel Log,

The snow is frozen in the air, it will not move, the snow on the glass does not melt, the train is moving but it almost feels as though the snow storm is following us from New York

[queer-as-city-folk]

Librarians Travel Log,

The train has come to a stop in some wooded area in New Jersey, I heard the doors open and now 2 men are sitting behind me that weren't there before. The other 3 are still in the seating, I am alone in this car, luckily I have a silver dagger in my pocket, I may, need it this time...

Oh god, what had this world come to...

[queer-as-city-folk]

Librarians Travel Log,

I stabbed one of the men...

he seems unkillable...

the train has crashed...

I fear they're dead...

I fear she's dead

only my car was remained on the track...

I had to run, I had no other choice...

I didn't cause this, I don't deserve this...

I can't write any longer, the future doesn't deserve to hear these thoughts

[queer-as-city-folk]

The Librarians Log,

I have gotten a smaller apartment than expected and will be going at this project solo for now

[queer-as-city-folk]

Journal belonging to a summer tourist

Cape May, June of 2029

The beach was less enjoyable than previous years, the waves seemed harsher and there was a constant clicking sound, I may have been on edge from the lighthouse fire but I really feel that I may not come back again. There was some sort of librarian convention happening as well so the beach was full and the hotels were expensive. I also bumped into a middle aged man in a wheelchair, he was kinda rude so that sours my day even more. I am probably going to splurge and head to Florida next year, see Marie and all that jazz

[queer-as-city-folk]

The Librarians Log,

I stood alone in the rain tonight, I thought I saw her in University City, but it was some other girl, I know she's gone but I can't help but see her face on every woman I see in this city, we were going to do this together, she was the smart one, all I can do is read some stupid books and remember some silly incantations, she could make use of that nonsense, far more than me, if anyone should have made it to Philadelphia, it should have been her. I have found a job at the library in University city, but it's hard to do this without her

[zapatism]

[transarsonist]

Op turned off reblogs but this take was so real it's radioactive so I'm reposting

[number1euclideanalgorithmfan]

Here's the text of the image:

Something you need to understand is that when capitalists say something "can't be automated" what they mean is "it can be automated, but running a sweatshop is cheaper."

Meanwhile, when workers say something "can't be automated" they mean "maybe you can automate it but the results will be somewhere between 'incredibly poor quality' and 'turns people into meat paste'."

Anyway I feel like that's a distinction worth mentioning.

[charlesoberonn]

Compromise between free healthcare and paid healthcare: Sponsored healthcare

Your grandma’s stay is free of charge, but every 5 minutes the heartrate monitor will play a Raid: Shadow Legends ad.

[shannontheapostate]

Just let me die, thanks

[charlesoberonn]

Your IV drip is sponsored by G-Fuel. Every bag comes filled with a little surprise.

[rowanyourlocalarsonist]

How dare you to hide this in the tags?

[roughstar]

This is worse than any capitalist dystopia novel created to date

[charlesoberonn]

Both statements are true

[dasloddl]

[garaks-padded-bra]

forgot my night time garlic bread in the oven for the length of 2 mythbusters wpisodes and when i opened the oven door it was so thoroughly cremated that i was blinded not by smoke and ash but what surely must have been its Soul as well

[zegalba]

[iamoutofideas]

shoes

[maxxipad]

shoes

[swarnpert]

shoes

[thedrunkensatyr]

ohmigod, shoes

[endoshan]

lets get some shoes

[tremendous-cowboy-turtle]

let's get some shoes

[astraldemise]

my mom got me this little thing and im obsessed with him.... little creature..

[briileaf]

I have been thinking. about the creature

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I think I saw him in a dream once

[important-animal-images]

[tremendous-cowboy-turtle]

it took me

10 years

to make 100 original posts

👁👄👁

[tremendous-cowboy-turtle]

don't wanna be early

don't wanna be late

either way

I'm waiting to wait