Time for a new pin \o/
Hiya! My name is Matthias, but Matt is fine too. Most of the stuff I post here is reblogs or silly ramblings when I’m feeling feral about whatever thing I’m interested in at the time.
I do sometimes post my fanfics here, as well as my art, although that’s usually exclusive to OCs with the occasional fanart.
If you’d like to know where to find my art, fics, or just where else I am in general, here’s my carrd !
M i t o s i s by Lenipez reads as a standalone sci-fi short fiction which I always go feral for. begs the important question of *points at tristamp vash* what if there were two of him but not evil twin kind?
The Calf Sees the Knife by WateredMyCrops is an achingly haunting prose poem, the kind that makes you pace without purpose and stare into middle distance. dependant plants, man.............
cross my heart and hope to die by beelzebby666 is, as I already came to expect from Fly's writing, very gender. an aching spin on stampede elendira being connected to tesla... or, more accurately, to what remains of her
Weep. For the Dead Angel by mydetheturk is a very apt tesla (/knives) vivisection fic that made me squirm and make all sorts of noises. and the au it's a part of is very exciting
yet broken still you breathe by procrastinatingbookworm made me bite my own fist and make suffocating noises. perhaps the most visceral (haha) fic I've read and it hit HARD like a tanker
people who don't wear glasses don't get the added benefit of taking off your HD eyesight for a while. just. fuck it! i'm done. 240p vision time
I've seen enough.
so my tumblr app is doing this fun thing where it just shows me empty posts sometimes, because why not. and this one just really worked for me.
if you got like a 100kilo bag of glitter and opened it up and left it in the path of like a tornado i think that would be interesting. i dont care abt ecological damage btw
I do. 100kg bag of seaweed based glitter.
i dont. 100kg bag of enriched uranium based glitter
wait isnt uranium denser than lead how heavy would a 100kg bag of uranium be
thyrell.
just kill me
absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.
fuck killing a victorian child by making them listen to hyperpop all you gotta do is make a white tumblr user listen to rap
LMAO
the jokes write themselves
punk swag 👊💥
hey now...
Couldn't have nailed me any harder to the floor if you had a fucking hammer.
...I do in fact need a hug as I am on the struggle bus and can't figure out how to get off.
I... yeah okay.
I’m suing
I cannot stress enough how important it is to do silly, frivolous things that serve no other purpose than making you happy.
im so normal about this song and these character designs
can my chronic pain stop acting up pls…. I can’t write in these conditions.
it's not so weird when ppl haven't played undertale because for as normal as gaming is, from casual to intense as a hobby today, it's still just a hobby. not everyone engages with it. however if you DO game and you still haven't played undertale i'm always blown the hell away. what do you mean? it's like $10 and it's the most influential indie game of our generation! it takes less than 6 hours if you're fast about it. what?? hell, watch it, if you can't play it. this is the Age of Let's Plays
it's 2024. if fear of being "the undertale kid" still somehow grips your soul and prevents you from playing a game that's only crime was being too loved by too many people, it's time to make an effort to get over it. the funny skeletons are waiting for you dude
when people are like “the hunger games just stole the plot of battle royale” like listen everything steals from the plot of everything the lion king is just furry hamlet westworld is jurassic park but sexier lost is edgy gilligan’s island there are no original stories and the only good piece of media is jennifer’s body
Michael crichton wrote westworld and jurassic park tho so he just pirated himself
michael crichton keeps TRYING to tell y’all about the evils of capitalism impeding on the progress of science when will y’all LISTEN
Maybe he just doesn’t like theme parks
michael crichton in line for a roller coaster at six flags: fuck this
Jesus Christ, that’s the height at which every rollercoaster and dark ride is a decapitation threat
how am I ever supposed to leave tumblr when it takes me on journeys like this
I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.
But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.
The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.
Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.
But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.
We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.
If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.
When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.
[ID: a comment by ein-kleiner that reads, "Maybe Americans don't exercise enough because we're all taught that exercise is miserable."]
The peacock. The music. The person leaping over a tombstone. The cemetery. It just works.
“GRAVE PEACOCKING” IM DEAD
Great post everyone
