Chucklefuck (self-dx)

WHO DO YOU PRETEND I AM? Mid 20s, if you need to know.

[what-omens]

i am smoking a joint constantly. "but where is it?" stop trying to limit me, coward. use your imagination.

[hourlycatphotos]

[everythingfox]

He had 1 job

[phantomrose96]

Get your ducks in a row. Now get them in a circle. Get them in a Socratic seminar with that duck in the middle. Get them in a mosh pit. Get them moshing. Get them moshing.

[maidthings]

i love sowing. i fucking l- [sees someone reaping] kill that guy.

[lakemojave]

The tumpet 🎺

[lakemojave]

It's Tumpet Tuesday. Bwaaa.

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

(confidently) no, that's a self-tolling bell. it tolls automatically, signifying nothing for the hearer. why

[memedokies]

jack of playing cards; snail

[rars]

whatever man *walks outside of your render distance*

[sheeshmoonbeam17]

existence is so great bc there’s so many songs I still haven’t heard

every time I discover a new banger it’s like 10 years old and fixes my entire life like WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN and this happens every week

[rimonoroni2]

y’know with the truly inescapable, crushing state of historical misogyny it seems insane to me that heterosexual romantic love was ever, like, possible. but then you read something like that part of song of songs that says “i am my beloved and my beloved is mine” and you think huh so people must have been carving out reciprocity and love for themselves somehow. and it’s just… idk. something very interesting to me about that

[rimonoroni2]

there’s so many variations on the question “is it possible to feel something real/true/beautiful in a horrific place like this?” and whenever the answer is yes there are always caveats and i am soooo interested in those caveats… an the answer is so often yes. we often think about love tainted by hardship and the tragedy of that but sometimes isn’t it amazing that the love existed at all? idk idk something about how even with the sacrifices made along the way, people manage to force beauty and meaning into places that are utterly devoid of it in ways that go so far beyond reason even in little ways. and sometimes i think about the omelas child who is supposedly impossible to comfort and i think of orwell’s world in 1984 where truth can’t survive and it just doesn’t seem possible when you consider the breadth of human history. not on a large scale. not forever. whenever somebody says this desolation is impenetrable i look back in time and think but that’s never been true. i don’t believe you. i just don’t believe you.

[vividciggy]

She's just so pickupable

Bonus nona spoiler sketch

[retquits]

reclaiming character designs from an old project ☕

[dewberrys-sillyblog]

god the horrible urge to vague post is eating me alive but i must

[dewberrys-sillyblog]

someone wronged me once

[sinlizards]

Turn of the Golden Witch

[covid-safer-hotties]

Mar's Pandemical Survival Guide 2.0

Mar’s Pandemical Survival Guide 2.0 AKA how to (try to) survive a pandemic that capitalism wants you to ignore About mar: a queer, gender no

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A thorough but easy-to-read Covid survival guide.

[ayesopod]

something terrible. echoes of past intrusions. barely discernible