You Know, If Winter Grieves Me, Fall And Spring Look At Me With Love And Welcoming Because They Too Understand

Just wanted to share some shockingly good news in these difficult times. The full article is really worth reading. [Find it here]

Streaming idea. The first Saturday of every month I stream Portal 2 (Portal 1 or Co-op occasionally to spice it up bit). I play the whole game, beginning to end, all in one stream. I do NOT speedrun it. I play it like it's my first time experiencing it over and over again. Every month. I take the same amount of time to figure out a puzzle as I did last time. I launch myself into the nasty goo just like I did last month. Nothing changes.

You get the same rant about how much I love Doug Rattmann every month and at the end of every stream I devour a slice of black forest cake while the credits play.

Anyways, that's my pitch here's my Rattmann Playlist:

I'm trying to draw how my dog form looks. The face of the second drawing feels more fitting. I'm not a physical alterhuman, but this is how I can see myself looking, or how I feel like I should look (when I feel more dog at least)

in all honesty tho, from the bottom of my heart

to the women of all colour...

to the lgbtq+ community...

to the people suffering with long term health...

to the people who didn't vote for him...i'm so unbelievably sorry your country let you down.

hope. hope is the most important thing here. it won't always be like this and better days will return.

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

Toxic relationship beams can't fuckin TOUCH ME! My girl is the light of my life! The fire in my soul! She has the compassion of a kid saving a baby bird that fell out of its nest. She's got laughter like the sound of spring rain. My lover!?! Her warmth turns winter to a PUDDLE.

She's super cool, guys, and deserves everything she wants and more.

I've been lowkey kinsidering the chestnut wolf >:

They just like me fr

I love the Minecraft wolves so much. They are so cute...

Which one is your favorite?

Mine is the woods wolf because he looks like me :)

Looking at Russel Hobbs with the biggest softest eyes. My favorite animated and occasionally possessed drummer. They could never make me hate you.

NOW PLAY RADIOACTIVE >:[

>YOURE LISTENING TO

>*reverb growl effect*

> 105

>*guitar shredding in the background*

>WEREWOLF FM

>*multiple wolf barks with sick riffs*

> WE ONLY LISTEN TO THE HOTTEST HOWLS ON THE AIR

>*various howl overlays*

>THIS ISNT YOUR TYPICAL LYCANTHROPE STATION

>*explosion stock audio*

Sometimes I miss sleep

Not what I do every night, not what I'll continue to do for the rest of my life. I miss sleep.

I miss the slow process of laying down, with the buzzing noise of my childhood friend's TV or the distant sound of the train.

I miss my little sister telling me she could hear Rudolph on the roof or asking me for a story.

I miss the feeling of falling into sleep, and I say falling so literally, as I can still identify that familiar drop in my stomach before I succumbed.

I can still picture that same image of myself falling, not unlike Alice, into a never-ending tunnel of quilts, slowly until I headed off to my own wonderland.

I miss waking up in a sea of warmth, a hand, or a leg thrown across me, snores ringing through the room. Light hits my face from a window coated in dust. My pajamas are the same clothes I'd worn the night prior, that I'll wear again today.

I miss my childhood friend's mother softly asking me if I'd come with her to get breakfast for everyone. I don't have to put on my shoes.

I miss the feeling of falling asleep on the way to the donut shop while Green Day sings me a lullaby. The car shakes as we hit pothole after pothole, but it's still the best I'll feel for months.

I miss the way my friends mother will lightly hold a cold bottle of orange juice to my skin, the way she'll laugh softly when I shrink away from it.

I miss her asking me if I'm awake yet.

I miss answering that it's too early.