Me Every Damn Day

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

All the ex dsmp fans awakening to draw art of the epilogue is so beautiful despite no longer being in the fandom

The Käärijä/Baby Lasagna interlude, which is better than the entire evening. The GOATS, really!

pulled an all-nighter and then promptly passed out, i drew this sometime and have no recollection but i think i get what i was going for

How you feeling on this completely normal day (15th of March)?

gutted.

“The EBU will be breathing a sigh of relief that they’re not faced with a Tel Aviv final next year”

Adding “Tiktok Mary Poppins cosplayer respond to allegations that he was wearing a Third Reich medal in his latest fit by coming out as the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler complete with past life memories before his entire social media prescence was nuked with the sole exception of their egg-laying kink spotify playlists” to the internet sentences treasure vault. Amid all the societal decay we still got it boys.

Graham Norton addressing the nightmare that would have been Tel Aviv 2026 and how tense that voting was, all the contestants ecstatic and that Austria won and running to congratulate him... seems everyone can see how damaging the terrorist state is to the competition except for the EBU

I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the man next to me on the train who chatted cheerfully to pass the time when we got delayed. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you