#Wee by

[krussyarts]

So that act 2 huh

(original doodle + smth extra under cut)

The gang! "Huh", "wake me up inside by evanescence", "do yuo hav gamez on ur phobne" and "i brought a gun to the rave" anywayy i drew them together

[goodsirs]

Our Flag Means Death 2.06 "Calypso's Birthday"

[8pxl]

dawn dreaming 💕✨ buy a wallpaper or leave a tip / twitter / instagram / shop 

[croffle-bits]

Fighting God in his own home

[moonstoast]

yes & no by natalie wee

[dragonpyre]

Fav thing about 9-1-1 are the character quirks

The captain is basically a five star chef. This doesn't affect the plot at all, he just really loves cooking

The senior paramedic loves karaoke. He snagged his hot wife this way

Second paramedic could have been a doctor. She decided not to cuz she loves her bestie too much

The bisexual boy is probably suicidal. This is never addressed

The bisexual's bestie has repressed every emotion ever known to man. This explodes in his face very impressively

[sanriolovinglittle]

SEND HELP

IF YOURE GETTING THIS ITS SCHEDULED TO POST DURING MY MATH CLASS IT JUST STARTED ITS 8:15 AND I HAVE TO BE HERE TILL 9:06 LIKE UM NTY MAAM NTY ANYWAY HELPPPP AND ITS BORUNG AND IM SMART BUT I HATE IT ITS ADVANCED MATH with Cal <3 but um ANYWAY ITS SOOOOO BORING AAAAAA AND AFTER THIS I HAVE SOCIAL STUDIES WHERE WE LEARN SHIT THAT ISNT EVEN FUN 🤢 🤮 ANYWAU THEN I HAVE SCIENCE 🧪 ❤️ THE LOML THEN I HAVE WHATS BASICALLY HOMEROOM OR SMT AND ITS USUALLU BORING AF AND THEN I HAVE ✨aRt ✨the second LOML with ma BESTIE and other crush Ky- anyway she’s cool but she’s like straight af I think and I confessed to her and she was like “that’s okay- ;-;” and I was like “…okay bye ;-;” and yeah anyway THEN I HAVE MULTI MEDIA WHERE I HAVE TO MAKE A COW WEEEE SO THATS COOL THEN I HAVE 👹lAnGuAgE aRtS�� STFU I FUCKING HATE LANGUAGE ARTS BUT CAL’S IN IT SO ITS OKAY IG BUT HE DIESNT EVEN TALK TO ME HE NEVER DOES HES A POPULAR KID AND IM THE WEIRD KID WHOS NEW THIS YEAR WHO HAS RUNORS about HIM AND YEAH AND I MAY HAVE CALLED CAL FCKIN UGLY ONCE COS HIS FRIEND T SAID THAT CAL CALLED ME CUTE BUT CAL SAID NO HE DIDNT AND THEYLL LIE about THAT LIKE ITS A LITTLE GAME AND AO I GOT DEFENSIVE AND THEN THEY WERE ALL LIKE OOOOOO AND THEN T WENT OVER AND TOLD CALS GF HES CHEATING ON HER WITH ME AND TBIS UGLY BITCH LOOKED AT ME WITH A WEIRD FACE SO I MOUTHED THE WORD WHAT AT HER AND ROLLED MY EYES AT HER BACK INTO MY HEAD COS SHE MADE THEM BURN UGLY ASS BITCH BUT ANYWAY YEAH AHDBDJSJSN EWWW MATHHHH AAAAA GROSSS HELPPPP SHEJENE EIEJEKRNJ if you read all the way to here I have major respect for you so comment like 🥕 because it’s like Cal’s hair ❤️ anyway I’m mean to those I love like crushed but I can’t help it cos they’re JERKS MK LIKE AAAA EWWW POPULAR BOYS HSJENEJBEJ anyway if you made it here comment 🥕 bye luvs

[maanemand]

DERRY GIRLS (2018 - 2022) ↳ Clare Devlin once said...

[unteriors]

Moody Street, Koo Wee Rup, Victoria.

[potato-lord-but-not]

I will start sobbing violently no one look at me

Poem by Natalie Wee

[tampon-eater]

Hey uh sorry about your boyfriend. Yeah he’s sort of your boyfriend girlfriend now. Yeah he’s pretty enough to lie to. Sorry about that.

[inbabylontheywept]

she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parent’s driveway. 

after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which we’d unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.

(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)

anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me. 

now, i’d seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before – it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable. 

so i said hey. 

and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like she’d been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had. 

and i said it’s okay. you can just say it. i’ll be okay.

i’m always okay. 

and she said: i’m really sorry. 

i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things don’t stop existing just because they're different. opposite really – a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.

and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on. 

so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighbor’s car. 

crunch. 

air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldn’t tell if i did anything to my car – anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle. 

i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasn’t particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.

i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done. 

then i went back to knock on my now ex’s front door. 

her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now. 

(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)

and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighbor’s car, and i need to call my dad, but my phone’s dead. could i borrow yours?

and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone.  

and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably would’ve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said

stay out here – i’ll bring you a phone.

and then he left.  

i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that he’d gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.

then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.

he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighbor’s house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.

then we left.

i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:

brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in in, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.

and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.

---

the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, i’d stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. i’d take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember. 

and in my head, i’d say you, dad. 

i’m going to remember you.

[otiksimr]

Ancient tree deer babysitting the grandkids

[cliopadra]

Apparently it’s #IzzyIsThriving day, so excuse me while I pause my mental health break to throw a tipsy doodle of a crew cuddle pile at you guys

[humanjeff]

a tiny problem

this probably hasn't made the news in other countries - huge mining company Rio Tinto managed to lose this little capsule (8 x 6 mm) somewhere in West Australia:

it's caesium-137, the stuff that has made Chernobyl uninhabitable, and you don't want to be standing within 5-10 meters of it, because it's blasting out beta and gamma rays. you REALLY don't want to pick it up, because it'll give you radiation burns.

what's nuts is it seems to have somehow escaped from its "secure" container and fallen out of a bolt hole while being transported, and then nobody noticed for TWO WEEKS.

anyway there are fire fighters on their sixth day of scouring 1,400 km (!) of desert road right now, but it's so small that it may never be found (I think the detection radius with the equipment they're using is maybe 20m). it's so small that it could have stuck in a car's tire treads, or been picked up by an unfortunate bird or other wildlife. it has a half-life of 30 years, which means it'll be dangerously radioactive for centuries.

it's just an incredible fuckup on so many levels.