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Memories of a rainy October evening. Happy anniversary @gold-bandito 💛
screw it im putting fury stuff on my main i dont really care anymore
god these thoughts have been plaguing me for so long. I just don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel.
last night I referred to myself as “he.” Not me, he. Is this my own self telling me that this is wrong? That something is wrong? Sometimes I feel like an imposter, an actor — my own face that of someone else’s.
Does anyone know who I am? Do I?
Yknow i don’t remember when I made this post. Quite frankly I don’t remember the last time I made any post. Do I still feel this way? I’m not sure. I’ve been experimenting with my gender expression for a while now. Close to year. I don’t think I’ve felt something to that strength in a while, but sometimes it’ll creep in subtle ways. Every now and then it’ll be hard to get up, or I’ll just look in my closest and just feel a a heavy apathy.
There are many times I wish I could express the presentation experiments more, but I often feel quite restricted. I feel bound by the ire of the public, more importantly bound by love of friends. What would become of me if they new? What would become of our relationship if they saw? It feels like death — killing the person they know, the person I want to be. Through others am I not known? Do I exist at all if not through the gaze of others? If so, would them knowing this not be the death of the man they know, the man I am? Would that not be the death of me? But then again, does that man really even exist to begin with? Can you kill something — or someone — that was never really alive in the first place?
I wish I knew.
god these thoughts have been plaguing me for so long. I just don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel.
last night I referred to myself as “he.” Not me, he. Is this my own self telling me that this is wrong? That something is wrong? Sometimes I feel like an imposter, an actor — my own face that of someone else’s.
Does anyone know who I am? Do I?
NEW VIDEO!
Vaccines & Freedom
With some help from London’s Royal Institution, we did a big research project to interview unvaccinated people and find out what they really think. Some of their actual words are in the video, performed by professional actors. It’s been a super interesting project - I hope you like it!
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“Sunset over the Grocery Box,” by me. The view from my father’s front yard in January 2014.
Scientist bakes sourdough bread with yeast derived from 4500 year old Egyptian pottery
i'm losing my mind @ this thread......historie......
also please note that this scientist is in fact the retired man who invented the xbox.
oh fuck i listened to a podcast that was interviewing him and the process he went through to make this bread, ologies with allie ward like he went through full on clean room levels of prep to ensure that this was 100% yeast from old egypt and had to bend over backwards to ensure everything involved was uncontaminated he then revealed that the original xbox logo...
is a sourdough boule
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They're the brass section
My Star Trek friends, reblog with your favourite most ‘out of context’ Star Trek image
I’ll start:
here ya go
Oh my time has COME >:D
Excellent post everyone
Oh WOW this post got better!!
god i love star trek
is there like a name for a phobia where you’re afraid of finding insects in your fruit because this is seriously hindering my ability to go about daily life
a) i’m not white
b) ??????????
wolves and shrimp are related and I can prove it
if they weren't related why would I have THIS PHOTO? checkmate
hey who let me on the internet when I was high on cough syrup
op i had a very vivid image in my head because of this post so i think ur right
IM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH
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< transcript >
“Insomnia Adventures
U/ Oceanundertow
Be me, sleep deprived DM, half an hour ago
Get startled by phone ringing
It’s one of my players
Me: “Dude, its midnight, you good?”
Friend: “Yeah yeah, sorry if I woke you. Could I ask for a favor?”
Oh-god-he-killed-someone dot gif
Me: “uh sure? Shoot.”
Friend: “My daughter can’t sleep, could you tell a quick story over speakerphone? She loves listening to the recordings of our sessions before bed, but I left my laptop at the office so I can’t play them.”
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Me: “She listens to us to fall asleep?”
Friend: “Yeah, but she really likes your plot and NPC acting bits. She calls you ‘dumb dumb mister.’ Guess Dungeon Master is a bit hard for a preschooler.”
Me: “Wow… Well, if it will help her sleep, then sure.”
Friend: “Thank you! Okay, give me a sec to head back to her room.” (pause) “Okay, you’re on speaker.”
Me: “Hey, [daughter’s name] it’s Uncle [Anon].”
Daughter: (happy gasp) “Dumb dumb mister!”
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Me: “You ready for a story about… (DM Improv skills engage)… The time your daddy and his friends went deep into a cursed temple to save a frost dragon egg?”
Daughter: (incomprehensible happy squealing noises)
I then proceed to spend nearly 20 min spitballing a story over the phone for the most fascinated little girl until she eventually fell asleep. Friend thanks me for the help and says he will see me on game night.
Lay down in bed, actually feel content and comfortable for once. I should have thanked him.
I am the dumb dumb mister.
< end transcript >