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new favourite mbmbam bit just dropped

NOT EVEN A FUCKING XTIAN STORY

it's very wild how brazenly people will just discuss desirability/appeal/value being connected to solely wealth for them on Neopets.... like gosh...

"ruining their appeal and value"

"once-beloved and dreamed about"

"practically just another basic color" .....

insanity you guys! They also think this is a completely normal/rational way to think or feel... have no hesitation for expressing things this crudely. like guys.... are you not a tiny bit ashamed to feel such shallowness????????????????? it's like, funny how many... BD bros and such on the NP/auctions will express stuff like this, like... I know their self-image doesn't really consider themselves shallow somehow but... BUT.......................... (well, the other thing is that they don't even want or like these items or colors, they literally just like the visualization of wealth ... nobody has ever objectively adored the attack pea like a beautiful dove.... but to me that makes them, more, insipid than just a girl wanting a plushie pet because it is cute... AT LEAST THERE IS SOME AESTHETIC, ARTISTIC MOTIVATION THERE.... and not literally just, numbers... value... omg )

There's no way to get through to some people that "appeal" is not tied to the points an item is worth for most of us. I would want a Cloud pet whether it was 10NP or 10,000,000 NP. If something is only "once-beloved" because it is 40,000,000, and becomes irrelevant if it deflates to even 50k..................... what....... then it isn't wanted really........... people have always loved Faellie, even a few years ago when they were 10NP! Seriously!!! People will not stop liking Snowbunny just because they are shopwiz-searchable????????? Kadoatie are one of the most popular petpets I see, period, and they are shopwiz buyable! Faerie Kads are still sooo adored, even having dropped to 200k. I don't love my petpets proportionate to their values!!!!!!!

It truly is bizarre how 'value' goes into people's skulls.... the PC/NC boards are kind of intriguingly divided-- I feel as if there is a persisting nostalgia that keeps people owning Draiks even as their value plummets, and there are plenty of colors/species that people perpetually adore regardless of up/down values, or you know, babies are literally always adored even as they are a mere 600k-- but, then uh, people kind of, value Burlap purely on the grounds of it being an exclusively lab zappable color you can't FFQ or buy your way into, making it 'rare'.... a friend on a neoclone was talking about, due to the relatively fixed price of all PBs there, CLAY is inexplicably a very popular color purely because it is hard to attain.............. a color that, like, I know nobody could truly care about if you detached value from it...

but anyway. how to REALLY tell these people. Average Neopian didn't know Pygui was 1 billion because they just wanted their Kadoatie and got it and were happy. Average Neopian is happy the Faerie Paint Brush is only 1.8 mil.

I get kind of crazed at the out-of-touch-ness of people in terms of like, okay . I see a lot of gazillionaires who have like. 2 pets. that aren't in any way customized. and have a pet rock or. something. and they complain and im like.. rubs temples.... maybe if you were invested in customizing 20 pets you would understand that 1 PB being 2mil is reasonable and difficult enuff in the grand scheme of things. It's far too often one is trying to make a customization and it turns out some 1 item in the customization is,, 15mil alone. a pair of glasses, ah. Ah this 1 petpet alone you want is 5mil. and its brush will be 3mil. ah this p3 is astronomically inaccessible. Ah this BG was distributed 10 years ago at this event and hasn't been seen since and doesn't even have a TP price. THERE ARE TRULY ENOUGH STRUGGLES GUYS.....! FOR REAL.... all of the rest of us are being throttled by every basic morphing potion being like 3mil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! right now!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been saving this since last year. Happy Earth Day everyone.

hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious

When I was in uni we had to do a presentation on an artist chosen from a provided list and I chose Mark Ryden and the lecturer who I presented it to laughed and asked mockingly why I would make the presentation pink because it’s extremely unprofessional and I was like you mean this guy?

Why did I make a presentation on this guy pink???

fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents

the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.

the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations

the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily

the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.

you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.

feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten 💙

since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it

My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

Happy 420

The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.

And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.

https://taylor.lnk.to/thetorturedpoetsdepartment

lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it

now that we're approaching Festival of Neggs time on Neopets again remember that year when the entire thing spiraled into an event where we were introduced to a red Poogle named Rutu who was guarding a mysterious artifact

which wouldn't be particularly notable except the entire thing ended with us finding her corpse, still guarding the same artifact

"Happy springtime! here's a dead body btw"

My beloved...

i had a dream that i got my first ever warning on Neopets for doing this

it's me, i'm girls 🤭

area man who’s been playing neopets for 20 years excited to finally interact with one of its gameplay features for the first time