lost in the d20 sauce

do yuo have… fibsh

Well now I just like curly haired, be-freckled Taako.

[image description: a drawing of Taako, standing in front of a white background. He’s a thin elf with an olive complexion, freckles along his cheeks and nose, and curly brown hair falling past his waist. He’s wearing a dark wizard hat with yellow stars on it, a baggy, patched, green turtleneck sweater that says “yes I’m from TV,” brown shorts, and gray boots. He’s resting one hand on the handle of a folded red umbrella. He has heavy-lidded eyes and a gap between his front teeth as he smiles. There are two maroon speech bubbles coming off of him, one with a mongoose inside and one with a taco.]

Branch manager

When people are always complaining it actually scares me like what are you allowing to ravage your consciousness like this. And in what way does it serve you. Take a toothbrush to your mind be minty fresh

who wants to see the funniest out of context Gollum game screenshot ever

actually none of you get a say in this matter

this game is so shit you can’t even read their tiny ass subtitles

COMPUTER! ENHANCE!

this is the breeding hall btw

sometimes a song is good because you saw it on a fan edit for your favorite ship like ten years ago

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

here is my life philosophy: next week there might be someone ahead of you in line at the store who’s short a quarter and you have a quarter and you can give it to them. if you weren’t there, they’d have to put something back. the week after that you could be getting lunch and the waiter might ask if you want some pancakes someone else ordered and never picked up. you could find someone’s lost cat. you could watch someone’s bag while they go to the restroom. there are so many ways you are going to touch other people’s lives and they are going to touch yours and there’s no way to know when it’s going to happen. so you have to keep living!!! i wouldn’t want to die knowing that tomorrow the barista will give me free oat milk just to be nice. 

When I was 11 years old - we went to Sea World for my birthday. This was to avoid the realization I had no friends, and no one to come to a birthday party and probably because someone gave my mother free tickets at work. It was kinda a shitty day despite being at a theme park full of cute animals. There was a new roller coaster there that had just opened so we decided to go on. I was nervous. I’d never been on a roller coaster.

A group of 6 college kids were ahead of us in line and started chatting with me. Full on just having a fun conversation with someone literally going through the beginning of a very awkward middle school period. I was so shocked they wanted to talk to me. I think my mom mentioned it was my birthday. They were very nice about it. When we got on the ride they told us to go ahead of them so we could sit at the front of the car since it held 8 people.

Now the ride (called Journey to Atlantis - I believe it is sadly no longer there) started with a slow ride of beautiful visuals of dolphins and oceans and computerized images of this imaginary Atlantis before going up the hill to the beginning of the coaster, where it paused for about 30 seconds, and then the ride started. The college kids must have known there would be a pause. Maybe they’d ridden it before I’m not sure.

But as we sat there on that peak, 6 people I’ve never known, and will never know again, sang a very very lonely 11 year old happy birthday. Loudly. And with gusto. They were happy and laughing and joyful. And it made me feel less alone in the world.

I am 29 years old this year, and I still remember them. I still remember that kindness. It is so important. It doesn’t go into a vacuum. It exists beside me in my daily life. And I love the idea that I have been that person to someone else too.

It’s stunningly lovely to be human when we’re kind to each other.

There’s a reason lots of good parents say to babies stuff like

“You’re excited to go to the park!”

“Oh, it makes you mad that we can’t go outside.”

And then when the babies get a little bit older the parents can say

“You seem upset. Are you sad?”

“Are you excited that gramma is coming over today?”

Which lets the kid (who is learning to utilize speech) respond with yes or no, which may prompt more questions, like

“So you aren’t sad, are you angry?”

“Yes, does it make you happy when gramma is here?”

And then, finally, when the child is learning to use language in a more complex way, the parents can say,

“How does it make you feel?”

“Why are you feeling like that?”

And it’s all about teaching emotional awareness. I really reccomend using the process on yourself. Learn to ask, “am I happy?” “Am I sad?” “Am I anxious?”

Then practice identifying, out loud or on paper if you can, “I’m happy.” “I’m upset.” “I’m sad.” “I’m anxious.”

Final step: “Why am I feeling anxious? I’m still thinking about that awkward conversation earlier.” “Why am I happy? It’s such a beautiful day outside.” “Why am I sad? None of my friends are responding to my messages.”

It really helps you notice patterns (“I’m more likely to be happy when I’m around this person.” “When I haven’t eaten, I often feel angry.” “If I don’t plan ahead, I get anxious.”) which is the first step in avoiding things and people that are bad for you and encouraging things and people that are good.

Basically don’t forget that you’re just a baby who got more complicated.

Not sure how to articulate what you are feeling? Try starting at the middle and working your way out to the more specific feelings!

Mundane America. Broken pole with rope and an American Flag. Cincinnati, Ohio.

Wait.  Wait.

Wait.

I know that telephone pole.

I know that telephone pole intimately because I’m the one who broke it.

Thats the pole next to Sycamore Jr. High, in between the jr high school and Pipkins, where I had my second car accident.  A woman t-boned my car and drove me into that pole in 2008 and it took them years to actually take it down.

That black metal pole you see just beyond the broken phone pole is a “Now Leaving/Welcome To Blue Ash, Ohio” sign, visible at 5520 Cooper Road on google maps.

(the flag is there, btw, because its the starting point for the Blue Ash/Montgomery July 4th parade.)

The internet is so staggeringly immense that I can’t help but be disproportionately delighted when things like this happen.

only in ohio.

someone rbing a post from me: #oh my goddd this is just like my ocs zapa and trunky

me on their blog now looking for pics of zapa and trunky:

Can I be controversial for one sec

I do enjoy when fictional gay people are tormented by their sexualities and have internalized homophobia and are violent about it both with themselves + with others. I do love to see a bisexual self destructing because they don't accept their feelings. It's cathartic to ME.

#Don't get me wrong I'm glad that gay characters on TV can be shown to be happy. Huge W over the Hayes code.#However personally I enjoy a character that gay kisses someone and then self destructs about it @freedominthedarkmp3

new organs coming out soon

I showed my mom this (a genuine doctor) and she says that the inferior vena cava is real so I’m sorry but your post has been canceled op

yeah well this one is even more inferior

just a dogshit vena cava