If You're Feeling Anxious Or Depressed About The Climate And Want To Do Something To Help Right Now,



Sure! Here, have this bundle of green leafy parasitic red berry bearing plants I found hanging upside down in a doorway bound in a red ribbon on Christmas Day!

do not be mean to Baldr be nice instead imo

idk if anyone else felt this way, but in the Shapeshifter ep of Dungeon Meshi, it's treated like a joke that all the copies of Laios are super obviously not him, but isn't it kind of fucked up that Laios's closest companions don't seem to view him as... whole?

None of his companions had an accurate view of him as a person! One of the copies was a stupid, drooling mess! And on top of this, they all believed that because Laios struggles with social cues he wouldn't be observant to them as people. They just... fundamentally don't understand him.

I think the really accurate copies of the rest of the party was drawn from Laios's mind. His powers of observation and analytics are his strength, but that's not the same as being good with social cues.

Anyway. It made me really sad. I know his party cares about him, but it's so isolating to know your friends don't know you.

HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! Have some merch

recently received new stock photos for the Terrible Pink T-Shirts i sell on etsy, and i find them so funny for some reason...

look at the smiling attractive people wearing their (also smiling!) attractive fashion wear!

Duty. I must boop. I have no clue what it means or what it does but it’s a button and I have to press it.

(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)

I don’t register the value of coins i just see shiny and think “give??????? to friend?????? yes i will give to friends!!!”

There is no creature on the face of the earth as unmistakable foul and cannibalistically cruel as the customer

I want big man pick me up squish me into ball dribble me.

Once in my dreams when I was sick with covid I died slowly and painfully in real time in my bed. I suffocated to death because my asthma and the congestion made it more and more difficult to breathe, and my limbs were too heavy to move. I cried out for help, but I didn’t have enough breath. The memories of that dream remain and haunt me to this day. I’ve had very few deaths in my dreams that felt so real. Sometimes I wonder if I really did die then, and the rest of this life is some odd dream or some bizarre quantum immortality situation.

died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities

My god my girlies

MY GIRLIES. I am still crying, I am still crying about this. Every day I cry about this.

You bitched so hard about being forced to read 1984 in school when it’s so problematic (tm)

Maybe you should have actually paid attention when you read it

Because all these AI fics

You are LITERALLY MAKING THE GARBAGE NOVELS FROM 1984 that are written by machines

You have literally recreated the worthless soulless machine-made books

Literally,

Literally. Every once in a while it hits me in a fresh wave of disbelief and anger. You have literally created the dystopian book from the dystopian story about why dystopia is bad, and you are passing it around like it’s this amazing thing. I’m crying, I’m crying.