a comic about a truck
-person who forgot to take their not-feeling-terrible medication
So this post is the single reason I took my meds today. Reblogging out of duty.
dating someone who knocks the fuck out as soon as they hit the sheets but you have had chronic insomnia since you were 7 but you both get sad if you guys dont hug to sleep is
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i hate that "that that" is grammatically correct. why is english the joke language
by the way, this post was inspired by some writing i was doing last night where i wrote "that that" and got so mad that i had to take a break for the rest of the evening
it's understandable that that "that that" that ended your writing session would inspire a post like that
Impressively well calibrated so far.
It's remarkably close but there's actually no good reason for this to be a random sample of tumblr users. E.g. I would expect perverts to share this more widely than non-perverts, and perhaps for pervert tumblr users to be generally more active than the non-perverts.
the notes on that last poll are insane there was someone who said they separate fics into "porn" and "story" and they didnt stop for a second to think that sex in and of itself might be a story??? the way some of you people trivialize sex and explicit art is fucking bonkers to me. you sound like a christian when you act like sex cheapens art or like art focusing on sex is a completely separate category from non-sexual art. explicit fics, yes even pwp (which i believe is a misnomer anyways), are telling stories and they're stories worth telling because sex is normal and healthy and deeply important to many of us. just because something gets you off doesn't mean it's cheap or meaningless. i'd argue that things that engage the viewer sexually are very meaningful because human sexuality is complex and beautiful and worth sharing and exploring. Grow up and read about the guys you like sucking eachother off
"i'm here for the character development/analysis not smut" if you think that explicit art is vapid and can't meaningfully explore a character's thoughts, behaviors, and desires, you are a catholic youth pastor and i hope you get well soon
also-
Humans have finally managed to land on Mars, only to find a locked safe buried in the Martian soil. The key is apparently on Earth, but no one knows where.
The galactic council watched on to see how humanity would handle the task, much as they had with several species before. What the test was supposed to show was whether or not a species of violent nature could ever be brought to work together. They finally picked something up, another ship already headed to Mars? Was it possible humans were that clever to have found the key, maybe it was more specialists and equipment to analyze the locked crate to ensure it was safe to open. A few minutes after landing, they got another broadcast from the red planet.
“This is the LockPickingLawyer and today I’ve got something quite special, this locked alien chest. First of all I have to thank everyone who recommended me for the job, I’m honored that you all thought of me. Now let’s get to work”
The council representatives were confused as they started analyzing the translation, before even getting through the name he spoke something haunting
“Normally I don’t say things like this but this lock is quite unique, however with no security pins it will still be quite quick.”
“There we go, a click on 3… “
All the species of the galactic council sat dumbfounded, they spent many galactic cycles refining and perfecting their study and in all their time not a singular race had tried this method. Click after click, even in such an intricate lock the human had only spent around five minutes tampering with it.
“There we go, now while I can’t open this as part of my video I can say that I at least have a clue what the key should look like in case it ever gets locked again. I admire the design choices and the fact that at least it was harder to get open than anything Master Lock has made”
we are the “oh, I know a guy” teamwork species
[Image description: a screenshot of tumblr tags reading
#tumblr fiction # THAT’S THE THING THO #humans are a team effort species #but we’re a team effort species THROUGH individual specialized roles! #you don’t all try to go hunt the elephant! #you have a handful of dudes who are experts in hunting elephant! #and they do it!]
We are the “oh I know a guy!” teamwork species!
That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out how to say about adulting. Adulting isn’t about knowing how to handle every situation. Adulting is about knowing who knows how to handle any given situation, and how to contact them. No one knows all the things; the adultiest of adults still has places where they don’t have a damn clue — they just call another person who’s adultier in that area than they are.
I just can't suspend my disbelief about anteaters. It doesn't make any sense that a mammal that huge can keep its body sustained eating just ants and termites. "Oh but they raid hundreds of nests per day and eat thousands and thousands of them!" Dude, I feel like even you must know you're reaching here. Come on.
It's a shame, because the idea is genuinely really cool, a big fluffy guy whose main deal is slurping up insects with its crazy tongue, what's not to love. But they went too far and felt the need to make that gimmick its ENTIRE food supply, and then it just... doesn't work! Nobody would be complaining if it ALSO ate some berries or something every once in a while! Your worldbuilding is allowed to have some nuance!
And I guess they tried to address this when they made the aardvark by introducing the aardvark cucumber, which is a special melon-looking fruit that only aardvarks care about and which supplements their mostly insect-based diet. Which... okay to be honest I think that's a really ham-fisted and dumb solution, but at least it's something.
Raincoat cat on my mind...
So I've been doing this thing for months where I just start grabbing one of my plushies to have as tummy support to prevent me from leaning too far forward towards my screen (the plush pushes me back as it's against the desk).
Maybe not good advice but for now it's better than me leaning all the way forward like a dog
need to be making out with someone in a precarious situation and have one of us breathlessly say "we shouldn't be doing this" and then go back to doing this.
need to be making out with someone in a precarious situation and have one of us breathlessly say "we shouldn't be doing this" and then go back to doing this.