inventory is full

if i was alive in medieval times you know id be up in that cloister obsessing over my ornate manuscript project……

walter white in his underwear with the pistol readying to face the sirens, quietly to himself: this is my fight song. my walter white song

Let’s role play, you be the enfeebled gnome and I’ll be the gunslinger

but i wanna be the gunslinger :(

Silence, Gnome

the year is 2035. the new beauty standard is for women to cut their ears off, as ears are a masculine trait which make the face look too big and hearing isnt necessary as it doesnt align with being demure. evil feminists say perhaps this is unnecessary and ears are natural. women are agressively proclaiming they are cutting their ears off due to sensory issues

Holy fuck

If you live on the west coast of the United States, fire season is coming and this is vital.

We’ve been using one, and they’re great. Might try to make the double filter version this year.

I’ve personally used both the flat single-filter version AND the triangular two-filter version, and based on subjective personal experience I would argue that the benefits from the second filter, both in terms of airflow and filtration, are absolutely worth it. If you need a makeshift air filter and you have two filters to work with, build the triangle (if not the box, i have no idea how good that one works but based on the info here i presume it’s a fair bit better.)

This looks like a live action scene from Vampire Hunter D or Castlevania or something.

your brother is basically a classic person to kill

yeah i just love it when a character is in an escapable torment nexus for a huge portion of their life and it defines every aspect of their existence forever. also whats cptsd

it really does feel like a lot of autistic people on tumblr are looking for any possible opportunity to make fun of other autistic people & especially autistic people worse off than them

condescending reading comprehension questions & making fun of people who only read fanfiction and watch cartoons & making fun of picky eaters & "you people can't do anything" & "you can't even ask for ketchup" & "guys gullible is written on the ceiling" and i see these posts reblogged by people i otherwise consider good and kind people and people i consider my friends and it makes it extremely scary to talk about my own experiences for fear of being made fun of by people who should like... understand

like yeah you guys respect me and treat me like the adult that i am NOW but will you continue to do so if i say that my parents or girlfriend have to order food for me in restaurants. if i tell you that i have ARFID so severe my safe food list is less than twenty items long (and that i have no interest in exposure therapy to change that). if i ask for clarification when you make a joke you think should be obvious. if i tell you i only read comics & watch tv marketed for children. if i can't cook. if i play pokemon games over & over. if i can't work. if i can't clean. if i can't live alone. how autistic am i allowed to be before my friends start treating me differently. how autistic am i allowed to be before i become the target of ridicule

& not to mention that being capable of hiding those things is a privilege not every autistic person has

The absolute disdain for people who can't drive from people supposedly advocating for public transport

look i also grew up on those books and as far as i can tell they are incorporating indigenous characters and ive done no research on this new show because i actually dont care but its possible theyre planning on grappling with native american genocide and settler colonialism but i think the mere fact that its happening at all is telling

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?