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Listen all my joints hurt and I’m tired all the time, but yesterday someone I love rested their head on my shoulder while we watched cartoons on our beat up couch, so I’m doing pretty good all things considered.

Yeah I’m sure sex is cool and all but have you tried watching someone else’s favorite movie with them. Have you noticed them sneaking glances at you every few minutes so they can see your reactions. Have you felt them grab your hand in the middle of a scene and braced yourself because oh, something big’s about to happen on screen. Have you tried turning to them right after the big plot twist because oh my god, just for them to give you a look that says I know, right? Have you tried laying on the couch for hours after the credits roll, going through every scene together with a fine tooth comb. Have you tried watching the sparkle in their eyes as they go on and on about metaphors, and focal points, and genre bending masterpieces.

Like blowjobs sound so awesome bro they sound so great, but have you tried the intoxicating experience of someone handing you a piece of media that irrevocably changed them as a person. Have you felt the utter joy of knowing someone trusts you enough to hand you a piece of their heart. Sex is cool but you gotta try watching Perfect Blue with the person you love most in the world and losing your goddamn minds together, because I can promise you there’s nothing like it.

sometimes I forget standing up isn’t painful and difficult for most people so I’ll be watching something like game changer and see the people standing behind their podiums the whole episode and think ‘wow don’t they need to sit down. how can they still think coherent thoughts’ and then I’m like oh. yeah. I have a disease

Apparently doctors are allowed to just

“Hey I’d like to become a patient here”

“Cool we’re excepting new patients gimme your records”

“Okay here”

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm….. actually we don’t like you go away”

“Wait what? But you said you were accepting new—“

“Mmmmm yeah we’re accepting new patients, just not you :)”

“But you’re covered by my insurance, and you said—“

“Bye bye :) shoo :) no doctor for you :)”

Part of me is like “wow I wish we as a society would normalize prioritizing platonic love and accept that some people just want to build a life with someone they love without any expectation of sex or romance”

But at the same time I’m gonna keep being happy with my partner no matter what society thinks so like. Y’all can keep being weird about queer platonic relationships if you want, we’ll just be over here finding fulfillment and joy in each other’s company for the next several decades or so.

I'm certain this is on Tumblr somewhere, but I haven't seen it around, so I'm sharing it myself

This was lovely, can’t wait to see more :)

Welcome to the first installment of Through the Static, to the Stars! Me and @eternalduos take on a Relativity Falls AU!! There are many secrets to explore and fun times to be had, so everyone please give this first installment in this series a read for us!

Onto the art, this is one of the scenes from the fic and I had a very fun time making it and making their reflections look semi natural! I had never drawn one of these little compact TV's with VCR's before and i sorta kept switching what style I wanted for this, but I think it ended up turning out alright!

Reblogs > Likes but both are appreciated!

Me: Okay, I have really bad joint pain and fatigue. My Sjögren’s syndrome and my pseudogout must be acting up. Google, how do I deal with Sjögren’s symptoms?

Google: You should stay active and get some exercise.

Me: okay, well that’ll be a little tough with how I’m feeling, but I can manage a walk or something. What should I do for the pseudogout?

Google: Rest. DO NOT exercise.

Me: Okay— okay but— but for my Sjögren’s, aren’t I supposed to—

Google: Yes for the Sjögren’s you should be moving moving moving don’t rest too much or it gets worse

Me: Okay well—

Google: But also remember the pseudogout DONT MOVE, don’t do anything, rest rest rest or your joints will be fucked forever

Me: I—

Google: But also get off the couch RIGHT NOW, your Sjögren’s, you need EXERCISE

Me: ….how am I supposed to—

Google: FUCK you

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

Yes but i was like 10 and my mom wasn’t home so they just sort of handed me a jesus flyer and then left

My partner and I watched JoJo for the first time together and since then we have had multiple conversations along the lines of “this writing choice in JoJo was so interesting, let’s talk about it for literally an hour nonstop”

jojo's bizarre adventure is a life altering series if you're susceptible to the brainrot pathogen. if you're not i'm sure it's kinda whatever but if you are. you get enrolled in a secret jojo club and you lose the ability to fully speak your mind outside of it. you realize a tantalizing desire to sightsee in italy, but know that you must never, ever set foot there, else you'll risk annoying everyone around you with the constant pointing out of familiar locations. you cannot go to an aquarium without thinking, "jotaro kujo would love this." when you take a drink of water that's especially refreshing, you think of okuyasu, in tonio's restaurant, where he cried the sleeplessness out of his eyes, and wish you could do the same. and like a zombie, you attempt to spread the disease to others, the people you love most. you say to them, with a sly smile, "hey, there's this anime i think you would like," and if they're not sick of hearing about it, on the off chance they decide to try it, and like it, you'll rejoice at having another person share your curse. now you're both ruined, swapping looks and pointing out things "you just thought were cool." you have matching cherry earrings. your music taste is better than it's ever been.

Been very into Phineas and Ferb recently for reasons that are too complicated to explain, here’s a random screenshot redraw:

Original:

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“All great art comes from suffering,” incorrect, all great art comes from experience and emotion. You can get just as inspired by joy as you can by sorrow. Your mental and physical wellbeing may influence the tone of your work, but it’s not the sole factor determining the quality of your work. That’s just fucking stupid. Don’t stop yourself from healing because you think it’ll make you a worse artist.

shaking myself (very gently) . being in pain takes a lot of energy!!!!!! being in pain is exhausting!!!!!!! you are not lazy or weak because you need to spend so much time resting, this is your body coping with how much pain you’re in literally 24/7!!!!!!!!!

Dude for real though your worth as a human being is not dependent on how productive or “useful” you are. You could do nothing but lay in bed all today and you’d still be worthy of respect and care. Bro you are a living breathing human being and your life has inherent value. Like straight up you don’t have to do something impossible or world changing with your time on earth in order for you to matter. We are all specks of dust in the cosmos and the fact that you exist at all means you are important. Dude you don’t have to earn the right to live bro, like I swear bro, like no cap.

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This post is kinda like my other one but a bit better lmao. I might make variations of this with other pieces of media but it depends onnn how well this is received

I am constantly fighting the urge to be horny on main and I just want you all to know how much restraint I exhibit on a daily basis

quick question. ik bigger blogs have asked this but this isnt for the major populous, this is for my followers cus theyre the only ones who might care idk

also answer if theres any you absolutely dont like to read

“This person has harmed me in unbelievable and unforgivable ways” and “this person has experienced unbelievable and unforgivable harm from others” are not mutually exclusive. A lot of times the people who abused you were abused themselves. That’s an explanation, but it’s not an excuse. Don’t let people get away with shit just because shit happened to them. And don’t let the shit they do to you influence you to do shit like that to other people.

Break the cycle, babes. But remember you can only do that if you acknowledge it exists.

Inspired by me finally confronting my insecurities about talking to new people online. Did this not because I was lonely or because I wanted to grow as a person, but because I was randy as all hell.

Horniness can be a powerful motivator. If you can harness it for good, I encourage you to do so.

Horniness is such a powerful motivator fr

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

gotham vigilantes character wheel fuck marry kill :] (assume characters such as cass and steph who dc is keeping under cryo freeze age-wise is 20+)

I love seeing a post I have absolutely no context for.

Like one of my mutual’s mutual’s mentioning their blorbos by name. But I’ve never heard of the characters, so what do I do? Well I go to the tags, of course. Surely there will be some context in the tags, something I can google to get further information.

But the tags are a string of incomprehensible acronyms and more characters I have never heard of. “#japsabelle and ameileian fr,” you say. “#my favorite hgspmal characters,” you say. “#me in episode 15 of PLOMBOAS when jamblamber kisses kolmbem,” you say.

And I stand there, and I stare at your post. And I do not know what it means. I do not understand these strange words and letters on my dash. But I’m glad that whoever your blorbos are, they bring you this much joy.

reblog after voting!!

I love following @the-haiku-bot. Like it absolutely destroys my feed, I see so much random garbage I have no interest in. I end up scrolling through an entire chain of like 6 different reblogs, and the whole time I’m just wondering like, “why is this on my feed, why are people arguing about irrigation in Texas or whatever the fuck, how did this get to my dash?”

Then I get to the very end and haiku bot is there just like:

Texas is not like

a whole separate country

you fucking moron

And I’m like oh :) hello old friend :) bringing me the daily news i see :)

Horniness is such a powerful motivator fr

This was the intended tone, so glad the encouraging frat bro energy shined through on this one

Dude for real though your worth as a human being is not dependent on how productive or “useful” you are. You could do nothing but lay in bed all today and you’d still be worthy of respect and care. Bro you are a living breathing human being and your life has inherent value. Like straight up you don’t have to do something impossible or world changing with your time on earth in order for you to matter. We are all specks of dust in the cosmos and the fact that you exist at all means you are important. Dude you don’t have to earn the right to live bro, like I swear bro, like no cap.