executive dysfunction is literally like. ive had a random dollar on my floor for two weeks and i dont know when ill fit it in my schedule to pick it up. people dont realize this
My grandma’s on and off again boyfriend that she cheated on grandpa with died today.
RIP to Nana’s side piece. Though they never married, Grandpa died in September and she brought his long term competition to Thanksgiving that year.
Grandma and Grandpa had a shotgun wedding when Grandma was 19. Grandpa went off to Vietnam which left her, a severely mentally young mother, alone. Never heard a complaint about her side piece Jeff. He seemed to make her happy and for that I salute him.
I’m an only child so I have to discuss sensitive family drama with my 38,000 followers instead.
My grandmother broke up w my grandfather through a letter and he just pretended to have never read it. They got married and had three kids.
My grandmother confessed on her death bed that:
Her and Grandpa were in a relationship with their best friends
The four of them have been in a relationship since they were teenagers
They flipped a bottle cap to see which girl the boys would marry
Their children could have either man as their biological father but their biological mother is the mum that raised them
The past two weeks has been chaos since her confession 😂
Tried to tip a tumblr blog at 1am and it was such a suspicious transaction it immediately put a full fraud freeze on my account
Fortunately, banks no longer just ask ‘did you make that transaction’ they want to make sure you weren’t scammed into making that transaction and 5mins after their call will give away all your money anyway.
This is an honest to goodness life saving movement and I cannot be happier banks are adopting it
Unfortunately, it meant I had to have the most embarrassing financial call of my life
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Me: Ah yeah I was just trying to tip a tumblr blog
Cash: right and were you directed there by a Facebook link? An Instagram advert?
Me: no I was just on tumblr…on purpose
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Caah: and this person asked you for money?
Me: oh no they just had a funny story, which happened to be about money and I thought, “wouldn’t it be funny if I tipped them”
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Me: * covering a reblog by reblog update on the adventures my mutual was having *
Cash: okay I don’t think that can actually happen though..
Me: It might not have, but i was happy to tip them just because it was funny
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Cash: and how well do you think you know this person?
Me: *considers explaining how much I know about a beloved mutual without ever knowing their name or face* … I have no idea who this person is
I think in the end Cash decided there was no saving me from myself
You know a few different times I’ve been asked what my biggest regret in life is and I usually say “I don’t know” but that’s a lie. A fat lie. My biggest regret is one time in 7th grade I broke a glowstick and drew a heart with Sasuke’s name in it on my bedroom wall but if that’s not bad enough you know glowsticks usually fade after a day, right? Well not this one- this one stained the wall so even at a grown ass adult there’s Sasuke’s name in a goddamn giant ass heart on my wall as erasable as the shame in my heart.
My new biggest regret is this post
Do not start reblogging this again I swear to god it hasn’t gotten notes for months and now suddenly it’s back in my notifications. I’ve moved out of my house and I am finally free. Let me be free.
I think the biggest downside to having animal ears and a tail would be trying to mask your discomfort in public like imagine trying to play it cool in customer service but your tail keeps bristling
Literally the definition of imperialism and classism. Doesn’t matter how many peasants you sacrifice as long as the most powerful piece is left standing
Proximity of bishops to the rulers promotes theocratic oppression
porn is bad because [christian talking point] and [alt-right study] and [misunderstood neurochemistry] and of course [feature of capitalism]
thank you SO MUCH for reminding me about [feature of patriarchy] and [problem caused by lack of kids’ sex ed] random tumblr user in the notes! louder for those in the back!
she was going to call me a bitch (playful) and i saw her gears turning like no but he’s trans i need to call him the male equivalent. and then say fag and look so so surprised at the word that came out of her own mouth. it was like watching someone fail a disco elysium skill check irl
AUTHORITY- One of your sons is being annoying to the other. Make it clear that you think this is unfair.
YOU - “Stop being a b–”
REACTION SPEED [Challenging: Success] - Wait a minute.
DRAMA - Sire, the word you’re about to use is historically feminine! Applying it to your transgender child is tantamount to misgendering him.
1. [Suggestion - Legendary 14] Think of a masculine equivalent to “bitch.”
one thing i love about portal 2 is the distinct difference in physicality between wheatley and glados. in the core transfer scene, glados, as she does, moves fluently, smoothly; seductively is a good word to describe it. you know how she is. then after wheatley takes over, despite using the same body, noticeably shifts from “I suggest you take a deep breath. And hold it.” to “HARR HARR HARR I’M BLOODY FOCKEN MASSIVE INNIT” and i just love that so much. glados smoothly rotates around like a serpent and wheatley starts spinning circles and bouncing up and down it’s just great
additionally:
[ID: Reply from user clareironbrook that reads: “Credit where it’s due to Karen Prell - best known for her work with the Muppets, lead animator for Wheatley. /End ID]
i had NO idea! credit where it is ABSOLUTELY due, i didn’t even mention Wheatley’s facial animation as well but it is beautifully done. all he has is a rotating eye, eyelids, a pupil that can expand or contract and some little handles at the top and bottom of his face, but his animation is still impressively emotive. it’s really half of the charm of his dialogue honestly, puppeteering is already such a cool skill and it’s even more impressive to do it digitally on this little fuck
ADDITIONAL addition: @meow-moment you’re a PART of this post now you are FUCKING Correct
[ID: Reblog from @meow-moment that reads "i love in the scene where he tells you you have "a very minor case of serious brain damage” when his eye pops out a little and his handles flare out and it somehow looks like he’s adjusting his glasses nervously]
there are a good few additions to this post I’d love to add to it but this one is like. NECESSARY. that is PRECISELY what that conveys and it’s fucking magic how well it works. hats OFF karen prell
malls are dying because they don’t have blacksmith, apothecary, alehouse or peddler’s
We must create dungeons that expand for miles under the earth and malls are the hub areas where warriors gather to venture deep beanth the surface for treasures yet discovered. It’s the only way to save the economy.
A tiktok video by user n1ckwilkins. In the video, he’s standing in front of the camera, wearing a red dress. He says, “My mom is returning this—” He laughs. “My mom is returning this dress—” He chuckles. “Uhm, because it came in too small.” He holds up air quotes as he says too small, indicating he doesn’t believe it. “So I put it on to prove to her that it would fit her perfectly because I’m a lot bigger than her and it fit me pretty well so… Mom, you didn’t even try it on! Um, I feel so cutesy. I get why girls wear um, dre—” He bends down to the camera, jumping up and slapping his hands over his chest when he realizes that from that position the camera can see down his shirt. “Girl! Don’t look at that!” He reaches out to stop the recording and the video cuts to him standing in the middle of the room again. “I get why girls wear dresses. I’m gonna do a little—” He starts to sit on a hamper behind him and it crumbles, breaking to pieces. He groans as he stands up. He tugs the back of the dress down before walking over to the camera with a blank expression and ending the recording.
They’ll never do a Hitman level set in a Furry Convention because gamers would absolutely ruin it but imagine. like the target isn’t a furry he just owns a hotel that happens to have one every year but you can disguise yourself in a fursuit and some guy will ask you “what species is your sona” and 47 would be like “a wolf. i always felt a connection with…hunters.” and then diana would be like “let’s see if you can sniff out some information, furrty-seven” and then he comes to my house and kills me for writing this
ok but imagine being the fursuit artist that he contracts to make his costume tho
He contacts you via an anonymous email and is very exacting and precise in his request. Money is no object, which isn’t uncommon in your line of business, you’re a professional and more than a few customers have been in the 1% range.
So you ask if he’s local so you can meet and take measurements and he says no but he will meet you at (conveniently close local craft store) tomorrow after work (you did not mention where you live)
You’re a little shaken but you meet him anyways because daddy needs to pay rent, and he’s probably not a serial killer, right?
Right?
You had no idea what kind of person to expect, but a 6'2 bald white guy built like a fucken shit-brickhouse with a “FurCon2023” shirt wrapped around his brolic frame was rather on the shorter end of your list. His cargo shorts and pure white sneakers looked like they’d just been picked up off of the shelf and his glasses looked too small for his massive head.
You jump because you don’t even notice him until he’s tapping you on the shoulder and introducing himself. How did he know it was you?? Alarm bells are going off everywhere but there’s cameras all over, he wouldn’t try something in public right?? You take his measurements and look at fabrics together.
You ask about his fursona and he very seriously produces a laminated folder with several crudely drawn pictures of a polar bear suit. Well, you guess you shouldn’t be mean, they were clearly drawn from references but you could tell this was someone who did not draw often. It didn’t even have any accessories, it was just a normal polar bear… But the notes surrounding them were so neat they looked printed! And so in depth! There was one page solely dedicated to the visibility needs, with advanced notes on the camera and display system he wanted in the head. You’d only seen this sort of thing at the national cons, just who the hell was this guy??
You haltingly ask him if he was sure. You tell him this is really advanced stuff and he was looking at at LEAST 10k with all the specific modifications on it. When you first started making suits you would have never been this firm on pricing, lowballing and trying to make up the difference so as not to upset the customer with a hefty price, but you’d learned eventually that undervaluing your work was a waste of your time and effort so even though you couldn’t gauge his reaction, you figured being upfront about the price would at least be a test to see how serious the guy was.
He nodded silently and reached into the fanny pack around his waist to produce the cleanest stack of hundreds you’d ever seen in your life, like straight printed from the treasury mint. He places it in your palm and you almost drop it out of shock.
“Will this be enough to get you started? I included some extra to compensate for lost wages as I do need this suit fairly quickly” he says, tone unreadable.
You stammer and try to look professional thumbing through the crisply banded notes and would you look at that, you think this will do just fine!
He nods again, shakes your hand and leaves without another word.
You exit the store, just trying to comprehend what in the hell you’d just gotten yourself into, zoning out so hard that you didn’t even realize someone was yelling at you until the word “-fuckin furry faggot” pierced through your thoughts. You were looking at your phone so you didn’t notice the band of truck bros creeping up behind you in their suped up pickup truck. There were three or four in the bed of the truck, dangling out over the side in between giant “TRUMP 2024” and “Lets Go Brandon” flags. They have their phones out, recording you and shouting slurs.
You raise double birds at them and turn to walk quickly in the opposite way, hoping you wouldn’t see them as you walked home. You’d heard of a couple beatings happening locally and you didn’t want to be around if that’s what they had in mind.
So when you hear tires screeching and and engine roaring behind you, you break out into a run, hoping to make it to the bus terminal across the parking lot.
But they catch up to you before you’d made it halfway. They all get out and one grabs your phone that you held out to record with. He smashes it on the ground and shoves you into the pavement. Hard.
They all stand over you, jeering and laughing and you try to escape but your limbs won’t listen to you. You always figured if something like this happened you’d stand your ground, maybe get in a couple of hits yourself, but in reality you could barely breathe and your chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, so your attempts to scream for help end up coming out as breathy wheezes. One of them levels a crowbar at you and thats when the screaming starts.
You curl up into a ball to protect your face but the pain never comes. You hear screaming and sneakers skidding across asphalt and oh god, wet crunchy impacts followed by something warm and wet being splattered across your arms and legs.
Its suddenly silent except for the drone of the truck engine but eventually you crack open an eye to get a look around, and for the second time that day you almost lose your lunch.
Its straight up something out of a video game, just absolute carnage surrounds you. All of the tall frat bros are out cold in varying stages of fucked up. You do actually start to hurl a little when you see one with his nose completely sideways like a gory Picasso.
And in the center of the carnage is -no fucking way- your fucking fursuit client, calmly wiping his hands of the blood with some baby wipes from his fannypack.
He looks over at you when he sees you’re up and for a second there you see something, a slip in the mask, something angry, something violent. You flinch as you realize it, but oh fuck, this guys like.. killed people before. like, for fucken sure.
He walks towards you and you suddenly feel like a very small animal being stalked by a tiger. You try to stumble away but the mask is back on and he just looks down at you and offers you a babywipe.
“You alright?” He asks plainly.
Turns out the guy is “ex-military” and he hurt himself so he’s back in the states and bored out of his mind. His daughter is a furry and wanted him to go with her to FurCon and insisted he get a suit as well. You keep on glancing at all the deep scars running up and down his arms and wondering how the hell you didn’t see it before.
He’s saying something to you but you only snap out of it when a phone is being placed into your hands. You look up and suddenly you’re standing outside your apartment building (did you tell him where you lived???)
“This is a secure line, if anything happens to you or you have questions, I’ll answer immediately.” He says, pale blue eyes drilling into your skull with their intensity.
The tears start bubbling up in your eyes before you can stop them and you just lean forward, bumping your head into his chest and choking out a thank you as you clutch the phone to your chest like an amulet.
As you figured, his body is make out of steel and he stiffens at the contact, unsure of what to do.
He just lets you cry it out for a bit before eventually placing a heavy hand on your shoulder, pulling you off but he keeps the hand gentle.
He’s not looking at you this time but he clears his throat and murmurs a quick “Take care” before turning around and disappearing into the night. You unlock your door and collapse into bed.
“What the fuck” you murmur to yourself as you pull out your tablet, and you start to sketch…
I dunno what I expected to find when I logged into tumblr today. Certainly not Hitman furry con fanfic. But I did. And it was glorious.
I love being an adult because you know what actually happens when you run your car into a curb and scratch up the bumper?
Nothing. You get it fixed, or you don’t. Whatevs.
You know what actually happens when you are depressed or sick or on your period and don’t cook dinner?
Nothing. You still get to eat something, nobody scolds you, it doesn’t have any real bearing on your future success, and you don’t get soft shunned for a week by your family.
You know what actually happens when you break stuff, forget stuff, get sick, fall asleep, are rude, miss a flight, don’t know how to do XYZ thing on fixing cars or canning food or whatever, lose things, get lost because you can’t read a map and forgot to charge your phone, buy the wrong groceries, plant the wrong plants, not make your bed, make your bed wrong, jump on your bed, sleep on your bed, eat crackers in your bed, have emotions literally anywhere?
Nothing.
Nothing happens.
No one is mad.
No one can hurt you, and if they do there are laws saying they can’t and that it’s an actual crime with legal consequences.
All there are are outcomes and different paths and different problems and different situations and you just bumble your way forward into dealing with those and that’s it. That’s the whole thing. It’s not the wrong choice, having problems isn’t indicative of your inherent badness or inadequacy or lack of applying yourself. It’s just life, and it’s happening to literally everyone.
I’m not even kidding.
You just do stuff and nothing bad happens. Walk around existing? Nothing bad will happen. Wild.
You can cry. In public. And the most likely outcome is not that you will get taken away to receive the beating of your lifetime, it is that people will mostly ignore you and some will be kinder to you. 🤯
On Saturday I got pulled over because it turned out I’d been driving on expired tags for a year and hadn’t even noticed.
I got told to “take care of it soon please” and let go with a warning. Today I went to the DMV and paid a $5 late fee along with the 2-year fee for registration, got new plates and stickers and that was that.
A year late. No big deal. No one was shocked or appalled. It was just a thing that happened and then I took care of it. No biggie.
Turns out, people expect you to make mistakes because they’re people and they make them too. More often than not, you can just fix them and move on.
Thank you for this lovely positive post!
No one ever yells at you just for entering a room, especially not when you just want to get food or tp.
You can pick what brands of stuff to buy!
You can cook all the foods without raisins, or leave out any other ingredient that you just don’t like.
You can have people over. You can be loud! Or you can stay inside for days and not talk to anyone. You can have ice cream any time you want! You can decorate your living space with all the weird stuff you love! You can decide not to decorate at all and embrace minimalism.
You get to choose who and what enters your home!
My question now is “why is it okay and Normal to treat children this way to the point where having things not be a big deal and not being scolded for stuff and not being made to feel like you’re bad or not living up to someone’s idea of what you are, is all part of being an adult?”
Children are treated as property or as something that can “belong to someone” too much by the law, they are not afforded several basic human rights even on paper.
So asking why all this is happening is like asking why people abuse animals or their slaves, it’s because they can, so it becomes generally culturally normal to constantly punish and control your children in an attempt to get them to act exactly like they’re “supposed to”.
Children’s rights have a long way to go, even in theory.
I love being an adult because you know what actually happens when you run your car into a curb and scratch up the bumper?
Nothing. You get it fixed, or you don’t. Whatevs.
You know what actually happens when you are depressed or sick or on your period and don’t cook dinner?
Nothing. You still get to eat something, nobody scolds you, it doesn’t have any real bearing on your future success, and you don’t get soft shunned for a week by your family.
You know what actually happens when you break stuff, forget stuff, get sick, fall asleep, are rude, miss a flight, don’t know how to do XYZ thing on fixing cars or canning food or whatever, lose things, get lost because you can’t read a map and forgot to charge your phone, buy the wrong groceries, plant the wrong plants, not make your bed, make your bed wrong, jump on your bed, sleep on your bed, eat crackers in your bed, have emotions literally anywhere?
Nothing.
Nothing happens.
No one is mad.
No one can hurt you, and if they do there are laws saying they can’t and that it’s an actual crime with legal consequences.
All there are are outcomes and different paths and different problems and different situations and you just bumble your way forward into dealing with those and that’s it. That’s the whole thing. It’s not the wrong choice, having problems isn’t indicative of your inherent badness or inadequacy or lack of applying yourself. It’s just life, and it’s happening to literally everyone.
I’m not even kidding.
You just do stuff and nothing bad happens. Walk around existing? Nothing bad will happen. Wild.
You can cry. In public. And the most likely outcome is not that you will get taken away to receive the beating of your lifetime, it is that people will mostly ignore you and some will be kinder to you. 🤯
On Saturday I got pulled over because it turned out I’d been driving on expired tags for a year and hadn’t even noticed.
I got told to “take care of it soon please” and let go with a warning. Today I went to the DMV and paid a $5 late fee along with the 2-year fee for registration, got new plates and stickers and that was that.
A year late. No big deal. No one was shocked or appalled. It was just a thing that happened and then I took care of it. No biggie.
Turns out, people expect you to make mistakes because they’re people and they make them too. More often than not, you can just fix them and move on.
Thank you for this lovely positive post!
No one ever yells at you just for entering a room, especially not when you just want to get food or tp.
You can pick what brands of stuff to buy!
You can cook all the foods without raisins, or leave out any other ingredient that you just don’t like.
You can have people over. You can be loud! Or you can stay inside for days and not talk to anyone. You can have ice cream any time you want! You can decorate your living space with all the weird stuff you love! You can decide not to decorate at all and embrace minimalism.
You get to choose who and what enters your home!
My question now is “why is it okay and Normal to treat children this way to the point where having things not be a big deal and not being scolded for stuff and not being made to feel like you’re bad or not living up to someone’s idea of what you are, is all part of being an adult?”
ok so hopefully this doesnt annihilate the servers of this poor website but, what i use to convert webp’s is https://ezgif.com/
it has converters for myriad file types including video to gif, webp to png/gif/jpeg, png to pdf, and more; different ways to make and edit gifs, including special effects and adding text; there’s a resizing tool, clip splitter (only for animated gifs and such), and some more doodads. i love this website
they even added a sprite sheet creator ?? i think it extracts a sprite sheet from a gif but i havent used it yet
ezgif is the only converter site that doesn’t spam you with ads in my experience (i use an adblocker tho so maybe that biases it). helps that the interface is geared towards actual use too, you can chain tools without needing to upload the file again and again.
on android theres also a very cool foss app called Image Toolbox that has basically everything you need to handle images. it even has OCR!
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