Tuyaonhere - I Don't Know What I'm Doing?

They’ll never do a Hitman level set in a Furry Convention because gamers would absolutely ruin it but imagine. like the target isn’t a furry he just owns a hotel that happens to have one every year but you can disguise yourself in a fursuit and some guy will ask you “what species is your sona” and 47 would be like “a wolf. i always felt a connection with…hunters.” and then diana would be like “let’s see if you can sniff out some information, furrty-seven” and then he comes to my house and kills me for writing this

Wait, it's not morning

Just submitted my appeal for PIP (disability payments) to the tribunal service.

This has left me with the desire to claw free from my flesh and emerge as a god-beast that preys on the wicked and corrupt.

I'm not sure I should be trusted with tags on this site

I am not longer calling it sleepy. From now on, I am in my bedchambed era.

Running a last minute spell check before sending out the review copies and boy I sure am glad I did because HOW did this HAPPEN??

Today I am regretting not making a joke about brainrot here.

Despite having taken a break from my current Elden Ring playthrough to play Clair Obscur, there's a part of my brain that has been growing increasingly feral over Malenia the last few days.

The rest of my brain fears where this may be going.

I'm in tears. I just kept scrolling and making wheezing noises as I tried desperately not to wake the neighbours.

I'm fucking dying at this page someone shared on Bluesky.

Behold, the Embroidery Trouble Shooting Guide that forgot to close its <h3> tags.

I'm relatively new to hanging out on Tumblr and, when I saw this, I thought Pope Francis had won the Tumblr Sexyman polls right before his death

I have just been informed that the Tumblr Sexyman poll has taken yet another life, so for legal reasons I am here to inform everyone that I did not kill Pope Francis

Just submitted my appeal for PIP (disability payments) to the tribunal service.

This has left me with the desire to claw free from my flesh and emerge as a god-beast that preys on the wicked and corrupt.