When you see a really good post but there’s some form of guilt tripping to reblog it added on at the end
(ID: A screenshot of Marge from the Simpsons looking dismally at the camera with one arm raised. A caption underneath her reads “It’s true, but I’m not reblogging it.” End ID)
Me:overall agrees with and is interested in post
Post: “But I bet you’re just gonna skip past this bc you don’t care 😒”
I was reading one of my childhood diaries the other day and there was a whole paragraph saying how hopeful I was that my writing will help the archeologists in the far future. Then it proceeded to describe my lunch that day and how my dog was probably secretly able to talk.
there is a fucking statue of a kid who lived sometime in the 1200s, around 800 fucking years ago, because we have pieces of his homework that he doodled on while learning how to write. this is one of his drawings:
ALT
when I was googling him (because I couldn’t remember his name), I stumbled across this twitter thread about him, which includes a different doodle by an italian boy in the 1400s of knights besieging a castle:
Okay but do white people age badly or do we just not recognize signs of aging in other races or is it a combination of the two because there was this *really* cute girl in one of my college courses and I didn’t realize how bad I’d guessed until I told her I was 18 and she said she had a son my age
You get into a thing and hyperfocus harder than anyone ever has hyperfocused. Dozens, hundreds of posts across multiple platforms. You discover things no one knows, you create many new things, you intangibly weave your very digital soul into the threads of this niche thing’s fabric. You are now known as “The Thing Guy” on several websites (despite not being a guy). People screenshot it and crosspost it to other websites, and the comments are like “OH IT’S THE THING GUY AGAIN!”
three weeks later, you drop it like a stone. You still want to do it, but you have no more motivation, and you can’t force yourself to touch it again. Your brain just goes “bored now” and moves on.
Mere months later someone goes “hey, aren’t you The Thing Guy?”. You are suddenly smoking a cigarette. You take a deep drag. “Used to be, long ago… back in March”. They look at the calendar. It’s halfway through May.
"Hi! My name's Miden and... I'm a monocerus. Y-You probably don't know what that is, so I'll explain: I am a cross between a deer, unicorn, boar, and elephant. We live deep in the Everfree, but I left my family when I was old enough, s- sort of got lost, and ended up here. So uh.. have any questions?"
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