Me as a bio major looking at the vast spectrum of life on earth, and face palming when humans try to put something undefinable about life itself into two tiny, restrictive boxes- and then watching as people get mad when life inevitably goes “hehe fuck your boxes I do what I want.”:
These are all that one reaction at the same time.
This is the cycle of emotions I feel as I watch other humans do and say incredibly stupid things about sex and gender like they’re experts because they half paid attention in sex Ed because there was a diagram of knockers, and the teacher said “penis” far too many times to be comfortable.
An example
People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.
Oop yeah this is going on the blog. We fucken hate ai in here
AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok
Hot take but anytime I see a hyper aggressive female character in a workplace setting it always reads as “I’m this aggressive out of necessity to survive a male dominated field.” Because- it was never her age that was an issue. It’s mentioned like literally once or twice, but like :/ . You know she became aggressive to compete with miles for her father’s attention. Manfred strikes me as the type to give the boy attention and credit easily, leaving his daughters vying for it. That kind of setting breeds aggression, imo.
franziskas desire to be viewed as competent especially via violence is also, i think, very interesting for Gender Reasons but I can’t put together my franziska gender thoughts coherently yet. the thing is that we can’t chalk up the condescension n disrespect she’s struggling against (both within her family and in the courtroom) to just her youth - she’s also a young girl.
The fact that I can remember every single episode this post references with startling clarity might be terrifying—
—If I was not the kind of child to have rewatched the entire series seven times over.
Plot twist.
I was.
And I’ll fucking do it again.
Well I never had the chance to watch Avatar the Last Airbender ever…. which sucks, but.. now it’s on the net flix so guess what ya boi’s doing !!!!!!
I cannot be the only adhd addled motherfucker who squeaks and squeals at random when things make me happier than I can handle.
Is this stimming? Probably. I don’t care though. You’re not gonna stop me from dancing on my tiptoes and squeaking like a little creature.
For those of you reading my Halloween fic of werewolf phoenix, here’s a treat;
Hope you like the sketch!
uUUUUHHHHHHH LISTEN I GOT MUSCLES BUT NOT ENOUGH MUSCLE TO DUAL WIELD BLADES AND TAKE DOWN MONSTERS MANY TIMES MY OWN SIZE. YEAH I’M A LITTLE FUCKED.
Isn’t it like physically impossible to dual blade in real life unless you’re using light swords/daggers/axes? Unless there’s like mega magical protein In my food I’m cooked. The gravios is gonna see me and fuck my shit uppppppp…
Not to mention my old soft tissue injuries- I sprained my ankles real bad and it still aches- it’s been almost two years. My shit still clicks when I roll it in a circle. My shoulder too. Dislocated that in January. That clicks too now.
I could probably handle desert heat though. Florida is a mix of desert and swamp, so at least the exposure won’t do me in.
Anyone ever have someone talk down to them in an email and get the primal urge to crush them under a well written verbal onslaught of petty, bitter, and unbelievable annoyed words?
Like “ah yes Debra checking my email would have avoided this issue, BUT UNLIKE SOME BITCHES, I can’t be glued to my fucking computer all day cuz I got shit I have to do. My life doesn’t revolve around my email inbox, unfortunately. And I have ADHD and object permanence issues. So. Fuck you for talking down to me like an asshole.” But make it really eloquent?
No, that’s usually the one time I am mad about it. I’m patient with everything else but phones and just not checking your blindspots are my driving pet peeves. I’ll live with everything else.
Put it down. You’re driving babes. Phone is off limits, I promise you will live. Please check the lane next to you before you try to merge and run me off the fucking road, (this has happened actually I wish I was joking, worse, it was a service van and the dude didn’t even stop after nearly killing me), I would rather there be a body to find when I die and not an assorted metal chocolate box of mangled pieces of flesh, thanks.
Ideally, I wouldn’t be anywhere near a moving metal death trap when I die. That’d be real nice. But if I do, I want to be buried under a tree.
I’m feral because I can’t achieve my dreams in love and I’m ok with that because it’s my fault. I’m an introvert to the max babes
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