Ok So When I Was 10 Or So I Found Sunglasses On A Family Vacation In The Sand And So I Took Them With

New and improved oc server post!

Swtor tumblr is awesome, but in terms of multiple people talking in one spot, tumblr just isn't that great. I love tumblr, I think it's wonderful for many reasons... but it's way easier to parallel play with the blorbos from your friends' brains on discord.

So there's this server...

It started out as specifically for swtor rp, but it's kinda sorta grown. It would be more accurate to call it an oc appreciation hugbox, with occasional rp, some of it even related to star wars... but the point is that so far, it's doing exactly what I had in mind, which is...

I've gotten to meet so many amazing OCs and trade ideas and pick brains and it's been. Awesome. And it seems like every time I reblogged the original post about it, I got one new person asking to join-- so I'm making a more streamlined, updated post! Because when it comes to having special interest time about people's ocs,

Anyway, it's super casual, NOT A GUILD, and the more the merrier! DM if you'd like to join and have everyone insist that your oc is the cutest thing they've ever seen and the scrungliest blorbo in existence.

Here, take these

every time i eat one of these fucking things my soul goes away and i become a mafia boss smoking a fat fucking cigar pondering the next sap on my hit list

Finally updated the tumblr app and i understand the hate💀💀💀

Where are my followed tags??? My feed???

WHY. DOES. IT SWIPE like TIKTOK WHEN I GO ONTO AN IMAGE AND TRY TO SWIPE AWAY.

IT'S NOT EVEN THE POST UNDER IT BUT A RANDOM POST. THAT'S A FEED IN A FEED.

WHY

Also when I mark something to change the font it just changes the whole thing😾😾😾

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

Egal wie gay du bist, mein russischer Nachbar ist Sergei.

This account is unapologetically in support of trans people and if you have an um actually about that idea then you can politely fuck off

a world without trans people has never existed and never will

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