I really love Timon&Pumbaa ❤️ She/her/they/them. Bi. Autistic. Born the same year TLK came out. I mainly post about Timbaa but you might see the polycule pop up sometimes. 🐞 🐛 🪲
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I love getting unaccompanied minors (kids flying alone) who so clearly just. Don't want to be here lol. Sometimes I get to know a little of their story, like their parents are divorced, or a family member died and they're heading to the funeral, but usually they just don't want to talk about it and that's fine. But I always treat the flight like it's a challenge to make them smile. I offer them snacks and soda but that's never enough, that's whatever, they could get those from an airport vending machine. Chump change. So then I tell the worst jokes. Just the most embarrassing, kindergarten teacher, annoying dad jokes you can think of. And those always get a groan, or a "Seriously??" And that's my in! Now I can say "Why, what's your idea of a good joke? No, come on hotshot, make your best joke, let's see it." And they hem and they haw but of course they eventually tell me their very best joke because kids are little competitive comedy goldmines. And it's always super funny, so I laugh, and that's where they slip up. Because you know what you almost always do when your joke successfully makes someone laugh? You smile. And I'm like. Gotcha. Rookie move. Now you're going to end up having a good time in spite of yourself. I win.
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just once I want to see a good post critiquing makeup culture that doesn’t turn out to be made by some janky radfem blog
oh hey!! I’m not a janky radfem I can do it myself!
makeup culture is wack and normalizes a ludicrously high bar as the bare minimum women can do. I saw a “lazy"makeup tutorial the other day that listed 22 separate goddamn products. you’re supposed to buy and know how to use 22 different things on your face just for the privilege of being considered lazy and that’s uuuuuuh what’s the word? bullshit.
Really, five products could work, even 3. Just frame the face, eyes, lips, and you’re done.
0 products also works great
because I’m gonna be real here, the idea that 22 products is a minimum sucks but it’s really upsetting that any amount of makeup is the bare minimum at all
I would really just suggest some powder foundation, concealer, mascara and lipgloss/lipstick, or tbh just mascara works too, but that’s up to you
I’m sorry if I didn’t express this clearly enough in the original post but I’m not really looking for more concise makeup regiments. my intention was to point out how it’s Bad that makeup is considered a bare minimum at all, regardless of individual feelings on the matter
no face should be “required” to have “a minimum” of makeup. makeup has no health benefits and does nothing but fill the pockets of companies that prey on women and our insecurities.
makeup should not be seen as hygiene because it isnt. get that shit out of your head.
this post: makeup culture is ridiculous and 22 products should not be considered a minimum requirement for someones face. no one should have to do that
the notes: so like……. what youre saying is……. we need to make the minimum about 5 or 6 instead… i gotcha
Really the only makeup you need is eyeliner but that’s just my personal opinion
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I did another timed free write tonight, just for funsies, and ended up with this little TADC drabble! It’s not finished but I thought I’d share anyways!!
(This is my first time writing fic for something other than TLK in nearly ten years!!)
…maybe I’ll write a funnybunny fic some day?? 🥺👉👈
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The sky was inky blue, the stars were twinkling, and everything that had come before had been naught but a bad dream.
Pomni pressed her back against the wooden bench and let out a small sigh. Beside her sat Jax, who was hunched over with his eyes fixed straight ahead. It was so quiet that she could hear the streetlight buzzing above them.
She pawed at their seat anxiously, her hand inching closer to Jax’s almost involuntarily. Normally she’d prefer to keep some breathing room, but there was something drawing her towards him tonight. Just as her hand was about to brush up against his, she pulled it back, shaking the whim from her head.
No, don’t ruin it. He’ll run away again.
“Hey, Pom-Pom?” Jax’s voice rang out so abruptly that Pomni nearly jumped out of her skin. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as she tried to catch her breath. Letting out something between a scoff and a chuckle, he added, “Sheesh, didn’t realize you were such an easy scare. I’ll have to log that away for later.”
Pomni rolled her eyes, flashing him a smirk. “Pfft, nah. The grating sound of your voice just killed the ambience for me.”
Jax huffed out a small chuckle. The grin faded from his face as he stared up at the sky, his pupils dilating slightly. For once, he didn’t have a snide comeback ready to go.
That alone was enough to make Pomni peer over at him.
“…you okay?” She asked.
He scoffed quietly, leaning back on the bench. “Poms, you and I both know I’m the absolute pinnacle of good mental health and self-esteem.”
Pomni furrowed her brow. “Jax. C’mon.”
His teasing smile faded a little, and for a moment, he just looked away.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “I know.”
Deciding not to press the matter, Pomni let the silence stretch between them once again. The buzzing of the streetlamp seemed to grow a little louder.
She almost couldn’t believe it. That they were sitting here together on this bench. After everything that had happened. Or hadn’t happened. What had happened? It all seemed so fresh on her mind, yet so far, far away.
But that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. They were together again. They were okay.
“Ya know,” Pomni said softly, breaking the silence. “I kinda missed this.”
Jax glanced at her. “Missed what?”
She shrugged, looking down at her hands. “This. You being an annoying, insufferable asshole.”
A small smile tugged at his mouth. “Pfft. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Pomni couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s pretty sad.”
The two of them cackled, and in that moment, it was almost easy to forget that she’d watched him disappear.
“So, uh. Weren’t you gonna ask me something?”
Suddenly, Jax’s expression shifted. “Oh, uh… yeah. Yeah, I was.” His voice was quieter this time.
Pomni looked over. “I’m listening.”
He hesitated, the faint smile on his face not quite reaching his eyes.
“I just wanted to say… ugh…” Jax trailed off, turning his head away.
“Yeah…?” Pomni prompted, leaning towards him. Jax sighed, his shoulders slumping.
“I just wanted to say,” he started again, then paused, the corners of his mouth spreading into a wide smile across his face. His pupils dilated until his eyes were almost entirely black.
“…it should’ve been you.”
Pomni furrowed her brow, confused. “…what?”
Jax sat upright abruptly, his head snapping towards her.
“It should have been you.”
A swirl of bright, bursting lights poured from Jax’s right eye, the entire side of his face glitching into inky blackness. Pomni looked on in horror as the mutating pixels compounded on themselves, engulfing Jax’s entire body until all that was left was an unnerving grin full of yellow teeth and an eye so dilated and lifeless and hypnotic that she couldn’t have looked away if she’d wanted to. The buzzing of the streetlamp had transformed into a deafening whir that melded with Jax’s distorted voice.
“IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!”
As the glitching mass that once was Jax overtook her, the streetlamp burst open with a bright flash of light, tiny shards of glass raining down on them.
And all she could do was scream.
—
Pomni’s eyes snapped open, her heart pounding in her chest. But she was safe, lying on a pile of pillows. Nearby, a large black form with many colorful, sleeping eyes was snoring peacefully. She must have fallen asleep in Jax’s pillow fort again.
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