I have this social/mental strategy I like to call "flip flopping being saying and posting whatever comes to mind even if it makes me look like I need to be institutionalised and not saying even the slightest thing out of the ordinary for fear everyone around me will maul me to death" I'm trying to get it trademarked but it's an uphill battle. Gonna put it on a sweater.
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
cube yeahhhhhh
oh please more brightney x tisha art I'll draw you rodger oh pleas !!! #uvlight (get it because because yhh it's a light that kills germs please say you get it)
Me when ships between characters who are so overworked>>>>>>>>
SLOT MACHINE TO FEED THE MASSES.
More content in the making, stay tuned.
“kids spend too much time on their devices” well what else are they supposed to do? there’s no corner shops with pinball machines in them on every corner anymore. there’s no malls or stores in small towns for teens to hang out in without being suspected of shoplifting or kicked out for loitering. sidewalks are too broken for them to ride their bikes and there’s no bike lane in the street to make it safe for them. i just don’t understand where they expect these kids to go when they keep taking places away from them. and yes having no safe public places for them is what leads a lot of teens into addiction if they end up at a place where people aren’t truly looking out for them.
As a fictive, after reading a fucked up piece of fanfic relating to my source I like to soak it in and remind myself that this universe, the one where I'm saddled in some weakass human body with a miscellaneous amount of fellow weirdos, is in fact the good timeline
Then I remember fluff exists
So fuck it I'm not in the good or bad timeline I'm in the fucking WEIRD timeline.
Currently teaching a Tellytubby how the internet works. You know, the usual system stuff.