1st base: raw ethically dubious fucking
2nd base: exist in a public space together
3rd base: you witness me have a real, candid emotion
4th base: I reveal an aspect of my tragic backstory to you
for the most part I have zero real idea how my vibe comes across to anyone outside my own head but once I went to a play downtown late at night with a group from the other theatre and as we were leaving a couple of them asked me if I could “scary dog walk” them back to their car. and I do carry that one with me still
like 2 months ago i saw a single lobster in the grocery store tank that'd somehow lost a rubber band and every other lobster was huddled in the opposite corner of the tank in a big lobster pile (presumably because the freed lobster was an asshole about having a free claw) like. im done with crab in a bucket mentality. You're not even trying to pull everyone else down to get out and climb up yourself, you're just being a dick. Unshackled lobster in a tank mentality
the haunting song of the humpback whale, transcribed lovingly onto the side of a utility trailer
I look just like buddy holly
"Has science gone too far?" Not yet it hasn't. Pass me that unlabeled beaker with a skull and crossbones on it, will you? This is going to revolutionize multiple fields.
writing tip #4252:
don't forget to dig your characters up before you put them in the book, otherwise they'll stay in the ground
quicksaves in front of you and doesnt even do anything its just to make you nervous
how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever
how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever
my dad thinks the concept of shipping is hilarious. my parents are cool, they know about my online presence, it's fine. dad doesn't scroll my blog or anything, though--he's usually too busy watching dubiously homoerotic pro wrestling clips or playing valheim--so his idea of shipping culture is bizarre
damn near every time I mention im working on a fic or piece of fanart, he gasps in hopeful anticipation and asks "tamatoa and heihei?!" and he always acts bitterly disappointed
no, dad. i'm not writing or drawing anything where a 50 foot crab and a literal chicken have any kind of relationship at all. you've been asking me to make this ship happen for almost nine years now and the answer has always been no. it's a running gag, of course, but--why would you even think of that?! what kind of shit do you think happens on ao3?!
I have decided to make my dad's vision a reality
behold
happy holidays. My dad is threatening to print this on a shirt
should i call my dad's bluff and get this printed on a t shirt and give it to him for xmas
no what the fuck in wrong with you? he might actually wear it
yes absolutely, he might actually wear it
Op did he like it or did he love it
he says he's gonna wear it to work
he immediately wore it in public to run errands btw. and gave his express permission for me to post that pic of him. in fact here's the exact text exchange with my mom, lest anyone think im doing unsanctioned dadposting
I played myself