Memories of a rainy October evening. Happy anniversary @gold-bandito đ
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Memories of a rainy October evening. Happy anniversary @gold-bandito đ
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 donât know what to think. I donât know what to feel.
last night I referred to myself as âhe.â 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 â my own face that of someone elseâs.
Does anyone know who I am? Do I?
Yknow i donât remember when I made this post. Quite frankly I donât remember the last time I made any post. Do I still feel this way? Iâm not sure. Iâve been experimenting with my gender expression for a while now. Close to year. I donât think Iâve felt something to that strength in a while, but sometimes itâll creep in subtle ways. Every now and then itâll be hard to get up, or Iâll 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 â 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 â or someone â 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 donât know what to think. I donât know what to feel.
last night I referred to myself as âhe.â 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 â my own face that of someone elseâs.
Does anyone know who I am? Do I?
NEW VIDEO!
Vaccines & Freedom
With some help from Londonâs 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. Itâs been a super interesting project - I hope you like it!
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âSunset over the Grocery Box,â by me. The view from my fatherâs 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 âout of contextâ Star Trek image
Iâll 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 youâre afraid of finding insects in your fruit because this is seriously hindering my ability to go about daily life
a) iâm not white
b)Â ??????????
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 >
âInsomnia Adventures
U/ Oceanundertow
Be me, sleep deprived DM, half an hour ago
Get startled by phone ringing
Itâs one of my players
Me: âDude, its midnight, you good?â
Friend: âYeah yeah, sorry if I woke you. Could I ask for a favor?â
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Me: âuh sure? Shoot.â
Friend: âMy daughter canât 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 canât play them.â
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Me: âShe listens to us to fall asleep?â
Friend: âYeah, but she really likes your plot and NPC acting bits. She calls you âdumb dumb mister.â Guess Dungeon Master is a bit hard for a preschooler.â
Me: âWow⊠Well, if it will help her sleep, then sure.â
Friend: âThank you! Okay, give me a sec to head back to her room.â (pause) âOkay, youâre on speaker.â
Me: âHey, [daughterâs name] itâs Uncle [Anon].â
Daughter: (happy gasp) âDumb dumb mister!â
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Me: âYou 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?â
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.
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