Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
Being an actor keeps me sane. Yeah I have to work a day job but know what? When my day job is stressful and I want to scream I get to go hey wait. I have a scream scheduled at 7:30 tonight. Gotta save up. And then I go back to what I was doing.
I have a scream scheduled, I have a kiss scheduled, I have an argument scheduled, I have a making up scheduled, I have a sing and dance scheduled, I have a get slapped in the face scheduled, I have a cry scheduled, whatever. It’s all good.
Something something the Greeks were right about catharsis.
ohhhhhhhhhh my god and when you argue you always have a comeback, and when you make up there’s no lingering anger, and when you scream you don’t have to hold back, and when you get slapped in the face you know you’re safe, and when you cry you know all will be well.
Oh and if it doesn’t turn out and your character dies or something well then you can go to the greenroom and have a snack and that’s good too.
Everyone saying “oh like bdsm” or “oh like larping.” Yes. Humans thrive on imagination and play in many ways.
weirdest side effect of the pandemic is how many people i know who get sick and say ‘but my covid tests are negative so i should be fine’ like you know other illnesses. exist. right.
Hi, I'm making music based on some of my favorite creator's works, and I really like your Hollow Knight comic, so I made Dewi a boss battle! (I was thinking of human Dewi in my head when I was writing, but I had trouble drawing him, so I drew his bug form instead.)
Dewi Boss BattleBeryllineArt
I tried to make it sound sort of like Hollow Knight music, but this is my first time writing a boss battle, and also I don't know what a 16th note is. Oh well. Hope you enjoy!
Oh my goodness!!!! This is amazing!!! nfk;ja;skdfaksdfk; arsdfkj!!!
Your art for this is fantastic!I love the detail you put into the shading. And the color matches so well with the esthetic! (and no worries, drawing humans is hard). Bee Dewi is adorable.
And that Music! Haha, It feels so relaxed. Gives a peaceful vibe to a boss battle which I love lol
hey, trans girl whos looking to be more social! self-deprecation wont make u more relatable and funny i assure you! if you want people to like you, theyll be drawn to the qualities you like about urself! and you dont have to apologise for you presence anymore babe, youre allowed to be here. people will want you around if you want to be around yourself. youve gotta be your own best friend
hey if your first instinct is to say that this is wrong and youre not worthy of love at all, this post is aimed directly at you. continuing to self-deprecate in a public forum isnt going to make you feel better in the short term or the long term, its just going to make it even harder to pull yourself out. say something nice about yourself for me okay? no matter how small
The other day I had a really good idea for a story:
A high school Shakespeare club angrily splits into two groups when they can’t agree on the correct interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. One group thinks it’s a cautionary tale about the stupidity of youth and shallow lust; the other group think it’s a beautiful tragedy about poisonous hatred conquered by love. Reconciliation seems impossible-
-then a person from one group falls in love with a person from the other
#it would be better if somehow EVERY OTHER SHAKESPEARE WAS HAPPENING AT ONCE#like you got a benedict and beatice b-story#and then somebody see’s their dad’s ghost#and there’s cross-dressing#and three upperclassmen tell macbeth he will be drama club president
oh my god I need this
nobody dies but SEVEN PEOPLE ARE EXPELLED
Exit stage left, pursued by the school mascot
(They are, of course, the Bears)
Anytime you’ve got one of those hallway shots you see and hear Hamlet ranting about his latest family drama to an exhausted Horatio
People who have not seen the video and are voting in each one getting progressively more and more confused as to why the square hole keeps winning like
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The first image shows a square toy block in front of a shape sorter toy (the kind with an array of differently-shaped openings, through which children are supposed to slot the appropriately-shaped toy blocks whose 2D silhouettes match the openings’). The second image shows a rectangular toy block in front of the same shape sorter toy. The third image shows a semi-circular toy block in front of the same shape sorter toy. The fourth image shows a circular toy block in front of the same shape sorter toy. The fifth image shows a triangular toy block in front of the same shape sorter toy. The sixth image shows an arch-shaped toy block in front of the same shape sorter toy.
The seventh image is a screenshot of a tag, that reads: #very clear in the results whos seen the video.
The eighth image is a screenshot of a distressed-looking Alison Burke, who posted a TikTok reaction video showing herself getting more and more distressed watching the original shape sorter video, that showed someone slotting each toy block, regardless of its shape, into the same square hole.
All the Tumblr polls accompanying the first six images show the square hole winning, regardless of the block shape.
That picture of Biden looking at a quantum computer and being unable to grasp the true form of what he’s seeing
To be fair that’s how I would I react too
I do sincerely love that Quantum Computers look exactly like what a 1950’s sci-fi movie prop artist would build if they were told to build something called a “quantum computer”
Me: It means that I experience little to no sexual attraction.
My Mom: I just don’t understand that. You thought [name redacted] was cute.
Me: I still think [name redacted] is cute. I just don’t experience any sexual attraction towards them.
My Mom: That doesn’t make any sense to me.
Me: Well, I can recognize when someone is ugly, cute, uniquely hot, and when they are considered sexy, but I still don’t experience sexual attraction to any of them.
My Mom: I’m not saying that you don’t feel this way, or that I don’t believe you, but how could that be possible?
Me: Okay, so, let’s say that I have 4 pairs of shoes in front of me. The first pair are crocs, the second pair are ballet flats, the third pair are those chunky spice girls platform sandals, and the fourth pair are red stilettos.
My Mom: Okay…
Me: Now, I would classify the crocs as an ugly shoe. Do you agree?
My Mom: Yes.
Me: I would classify the ballet flats as cute.
My Mom: So would I.
Me: I would classify the platform sandals as ugly-hot. I know you hate them, but they call to me, and I still love them to this day. Does that make sense?
My Mom: *laughing* Yes.
Me: Lastly, I would classify the red stilettos as hot and/or sexy. Like, that’s a sexy shoe.
My Mom: Absolutely!
Me: Okay, now, even though I can recognize that these shoes have varying degrees of attractiveness, I do NOT want to fuck the shoes…and that is also how I feel about people.
My Mom: Ooohhhh, that makes way more sense to me. I get it now. Well, I don’t “get it,” because I’m straight, but I understand what you mean.
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Basically, this is how I felt trying to explain things:
I used to wear jewelry but in like 2000 I was wearing a thin metal chain on my left wrist when I went to turn off a computer. The chain hit the power switch, I felt a ZAP, and the computer turned off, never to power on again. My jewelry got a new black spot, and I had to stop wearing it.
Knowing what I know now, that computer was transphobic.
When I was a child I loved pickles. Not a normal amount. I loved pickles so much that my mother had to institute a pickle limit. I have no idea how many pickles it takes to make a very absentee parent set a pickle limit but as I was a child of excess let’s assume I craved an unholy bacchanal of pure pickle madness.
After the Pickle Rationing began I was like a poor wartime child deprived of sweets but the sweets were pickles. I’d piteously beg for more than my daily allotment and when the regime of two pickles a day stayed firmly in place I began to develop a system. A pickle system.
I couldn’t get more pickles. But I could draw out the pickle eating experience to hitherto unknown lengths to wring as much joy from each one as possible. The first pickle I ate in a fairly reasonable manner, if more slowly then a regular pickle experience. The second pickle though. The second pickle resembled the first only in the first bite or so. And then I’d take each bite and carefully chew it. And chew it. And chew it. But never swallow. As it began to lose flavor I would carefully dole nibbles of what was left, each fresh burst of pickleness sparking a fraction of the joy of a real bite. But as long as I was chewing, I was eating a pickle.
I could spend hours chewing. Every infinitesimal bit of flavor was systemically worked out of every shred until I was chewing a pickle adjacent cud every day. It took a while for my mom to figure out why I always seemed to be chewing. It could last from lunch to dinner, really, and if I could have saved my disgusting facsimile to resume chewing after dinner I would have.
My mom tried to ban this behavior but ran into my overwhelming stubbornness and autism. I would not be swayed. If there were not more pickles then I would insist on this perverse charade of getting to enjoy them for as long as I could torture their spirits with my mouth.
So my mom lifted the Pickle Ration and I ate myself sick for a week and never mummified a pickle in my mouth again.
I love the phrase “die badly” ‘cuz like usually it’s understood that dying in of itself is bad but nah saying “I died badly” implies that my death was just really fucking graceless and pathetic. Like an absolute bummer for everyone involved. A solid 1.5/5 stars. Wasn’t even worth witnessing or talking about, everyone left disappointed, even the people who are into death couldn’t get anything out of this. Really fucked it up on my way out, you know? One last massive L for the road. Such a good concept, I love language.
“We’re gonna be talking about the BOOBY! We’ll be talking about the WOODCOCK! Do you think that’s FUNNY, Butthead? Do you find it AMUSING that we’ll be talking about the SWALLOW? Yes, we’re also gonna be talking about the DICKCISSEL, the BUSHTIT, the COCK-OF-THE-ROCK, the SHAG… and we will DEFINITELY be spending a LOT of time talking about…GREAT TITS!!”
“Do it scared” but please realize that, if you Do It Scared too much and don’t let yourself rest + relax + have fun in between, you will fuck yourself up. If you “do it scared” all day every day, you will burn out badly and quickly. Sometimes this is temporarily necessary but please keep this in mind.
When you “do it scared” eventually you’re supposed to be less scared, eventually doing it scared is supposed to teach you the worst won’t happen, or it won’t be as bad as you think it is, or that the best outcomes are worth it, or you’re more capable than you thought you were. If you do it scared over and over and you’re still scared and you’re always scared, maybe it was never about pushing yourself, maybe something bigger is going on and what you really need is to be kind to yourself while you figure out what that is.
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