girl help i'm turning 30 in a few days and i've done fuck all with my life
fuck all is a classic 30 year old thing to do. youre right on track
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girl help i'm turning 30 in a few days and i've done fuck all with my life
fuck all is a classic 30 year old thing to do. youre right on track

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the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
They say that sudden, intense cravings for very specific foods are usually a sign of a vitamin deficiency. If so, that I'm presently making myself french toast, scrambled eggs, and a bacon and cheese sandwich at 11:45 PM must mean the vitamin I'm missing is grease.
I cross-posted this to Bluesky and got followed by a bunch of folks with blog headers clarifying which exact flavour of Christianity they adhere to because they thought I was making a hashtag-relatable post about cheating on your diet. Now we get find out how many of them are also comfortable with posts about werewolf cock.
Tag yourself as this list of ābad artā features, according to a twitter fascist
āNever Forgetā until the new target is those that they disagree with.
Edit: please watch this video essay by Jacob Geller. It speaks on really important points as to how ābad artā is a weapon of fascism and how it reflects the Degenerate Art Exhibition(s)
maybe you need to ignore the urge to disappear and just exist a little louder instead

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"forgor" did irreversible damage didn't it
some of you seem to be under the unfortunate impression that i enjoy finishing things. i enjoy making things
funniest possible site to get this on
the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
probably the worst attitude tumblr unintentionally cultivates is "the world out there is completely dangerous for you and no one can possibly understand you, so you should isolate yourself from it and avoid interacting with it as much as possible"

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I donāt think thereās anything inherently wrong with relating to characters, ātheyāre literally meā etc but if thatās the only way you engage with stories youāre kinda missing the whole point of Characters being vehicles through which we can see perspectives outside of our own. and also youāre going to get upset when the Character acts in a way that is not Personally Relatable to You
also I don't think parents "these days" are uniquely terrible, I just think neglect is showing up in new ways as technology progresses. today's ipad kid would've been wandering around in a ditch alone all day and night before. parents not wanting to have to deal with children is not a new phenomenon.
you have to consciously unlearn racism and continue to watch for it because it will come out without realizing. because so much of society is structured around it. shrugging and going "i dont care" or "i dont know how else to say it" means you are okay with being racist and hurting other people with how much you dont give a shit about them.
rest in peace you fucking legend

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the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
itās such a cute idea and I really want it to be here ˶ᵠᵠįµĖ¶
sukuita au where Yuuji thinks he rescued a stray cat but actually brought home a curse with anger issues
Yuuji rarely worries about how lonely he is. Most of the time, he simply doesnāt have the energy for thoughts like that between work and all the extra side jobs he keeps picking up. Thereās occasional time for friends, a little bit for games, and honestly, that feels like enough for Yuuji.
But when he walks into a narrow alley after finishing a shift at the bar, something makes him stop. He stares at a pile of empty cardboard boxes for a long moment before finally catching movement and recognizing a stray cat hidden inside.
Nobaraās words immediately pop into his headāthat he should get himself some kind of pet before he completely loses it. Before, Yuuji had been pretty skeptical about the whole idea, but now it actually makes him pause and think.
And he decides.
The evening ends with Yuuji somehow managing to catch the stray cat hiding in the boxes. It turns out to be a pretty massive Maine Coon with unusually colored fur that almost shines pink under the light. Carrying it home is practically a miracle considering how many times the damn cat tries to claw its way out of his arms, but Yuuji gets stubborn whenever he sets his mind on something.
He doesnāt expect this to change his life in any major way, but his thoughts immediately shift to finding a blanket the cat can sleep on. Then he heads to the convenience store near his apartment to buy some cat food, and somewhere along the way he catches himself genuinely liking the idea of taking care of someone else for once.
He comes home with a small smile on his face and the hope that the cat will settle in quickly.
But the cat seems violently opposed to the very concept of living in Yuujiās apartment every second of its existence, only lowering its hostility when Yuuji leaves for work. Well⦠the food disappears from the bowls, so at least his new pet is eating, and Yuujiās apartment is definitely better than filthy back alleys. So he decides to give it some time. He even spends part of his savings on a couple cat toys and hopes for the best.
Mochiāthe name Yuuji gives the catādoes not appreciate the gifts. The toys are torn to pieces within five minutes, and Yuujiās hopes follow them straight into the trash.
With a tired frown, Yuuji stares at the huge fluffball sprawled in the corner of the room, smugly thumping its tail against the floor.
At least it doesnāt hiss at him anymore. That counts as a small victory, right?
Yuuji lets out an exhausted sigh, rolls up his sleeves, and moves to the kitchen counter to make himself something resembling dinner. Work has been especially brutal lately because tourist season is starting. On one hand, his tips are getting better. On the other, he kind of wants to cry from the workload.
He cooks quickly, takes a shower, and collapses into bed. He fights the urge to try bonding with his pet again, but remembers Nobara telling him to give the animal time to adjust, so he decides to just sleep instead.
Right on the edge of drifting off, he hears soft rustling somewhere in the apartment, and a sleepy sort of happiness blooms in his chest at the thought that the cat might finally be getting comfortable. Maybe itās just going to eat or explore a littleā¦
A few long seconds later, something suddenly lands on top of him.
Yuuji never realized animals could be this heavy, especially when all that weight is pressing down on his chest, but honestly, he barely cares. Heās floating in this sleepy, euphoric haze because yeah, the cat finally came to him on its own.
Without opening his eyes, Yuuji automatically lifts a hand and scratches behind the catās ear, ignoring the way it jerks its head around. Heās wanted to touch that soft fur for so long that he doesnāt even care if he gets scratched or bitten for it. Another second and sleep is definitely going to drag him under anyway.
Then Yuuji hears a sudden poof.
The weight on top of him shifts from heavy to unbearably heavy, knocking all the air out of his lungs. His eyes snap open, blinking rapidly, but the image in front of him doesnāt change.
The orange cat he expected to see lying on his chest is no longer a cat at all, but a naked man.
A very large naked man.
And said naked man is staring down at Yuuji with a mixture of shock and very poorly hidden irritation while Yuuji himself has absolutely no idea what the fuck heās supposed to do now.