#absolute crap

[natashxromanovf]

this game today was shit

[tmmyhug]

every once in a while i learn some wild new piece of information that explains years of behavior and reminds me that i will never truly understand everything about my ridiculous adhd brain

[babyspacebatclone]

So, to everyone who is concerned about what just transpired:

There are always multiples of us.

Yes, you, right now, sitting on a chair or toilet irl.

There are multiples of you.

Right now.

I promise.

It’s not my fault a percentage of the hivemind isn’t as accustomed as some of us to briefly experiencing what happens when something along the line forgets to keep those nice curtains of Styx water unbroken between the multi-self.

Grandma didn’t raise a quitter. You go back to square one of the hopscotch course and start again. Sure enough, a little over halfway through, you find yourself watching yourself from above.

It is surprisingly difficult to hop in the third person. You flail your arms and stagger and you miss the jump on square 89 twice, but now you’re committed, dammit. You start over and finally, finally get to 108.

Something happens in your brain that smells like THWONNNNG and sounds like pickle brine, or maybe the other way around. For a second there’s two of you (Shouldn’t there be more? Where are the rest?) and one of you walks into the room with the peeling wallpaper and the other one walks out and shuts the door and you thought you were the one going in but apparently not and now you’re standing on the walkway (which you?) looking down and Jimmy comes flying out of the dark calling “Boss? Boss?”

“I’m here,” you say. You feel very weird, as if you were having a migraine with someone else’s head. You take a few deep breaths until the metaphysical nausea passes.

Jimmy lands on your shoulder. “Are you okay, boss?”

You reassure him that you’re fine-ish. Mostly.

The walkway is metal and unlike most of the metal in this place, there is only a faint patina of rust on the railings. It runs east-west, though the eastern wall has a closed door on it.

The railings are solid enough to anchor a rope so you could climb back down to the room below, though you wouldn’t get your rope back if you did.

[deestorys]

The Perfect Shot

It was a Saturday night, seemingly as ordinary as any other, when two people met inside a bar.

The conversation started out the same as any other. “So, how long have you lived in the area for?” she asked.

“About 5 years.” He replied. “What about you?”

“Ah,” Her eyes widened slightly. “I’m just visiting the area.”

“I see.” He committed.

After a bit of conversation going back and forth between them, they seemed to land on a shared topic. “How to take the perfect shot”.

“The lighting is everything.” he started. “Without good lighting, the shot is completely ruined.”

“Lighting is crucial, but if you don’t explore the area first, you won’t have anything to work with.” she countered.

“Indeed.” He leaned his head on his hand as his eyes wandered towards the bar. “You will have to agree, though, that it is best not to wait for the perfect moment.”

She paused for a moment before replying. “Yes, I do agree with you slightly but, it is best to not be too hasty or else the shot will turn out terrible.”

He shook his head in agreement. “That is very true!” He looked back at her. “What ab—”

“HEY JOHNNY, WE ARE HEADING TO A DIFFERENT BAR!” Yelled one of the male’s friends from across the bar.

“Guess that’s my cue to go,” Johnny looked down at the ground as he started to get up. “It was nice talking to you though, have a nice night!” With saying his final goodbye, he hastily walked out the bar.

She replied with “You too!” before directing her attention to the bartender and asking for another drink.

They both went their separate ways, with their conversation from a few minutes ago only being a fleeting moment in each other's lives. One thing they will never know, is that he was a photographer and she was a sniper.

[manyrepulsivethoughts]

they're just toys, they don't bite :]

[rosebud-anonymous]

Will coming back to Tumblr bring back my teenage angst?

So, it's been a hot minute since I've done anything worthwhile on this website - if I did anything worthwhile in the first place is questionable.

As I've grown older, I've come to learn that I'm a person who loves to write (even if it's total trash), and inside me is an overwhelming need to share my voice and thoughts (without absolutely steamrolling my friends and family).

If you don't know what steamrolling means in this context, I'm basically saying that I don't want to turn into one of those raging pain in the ass people who dump all of their unsolicited thoughts and opinions on their loved ones. I care about them too much and frankly, anything I'm writing about is probably not something I'm forwardly proud of, and that's why I've chosen to keep myself anonymous. Sometimes there is shit that I want to get out there (don't worry, I'm not hateful or racist) but I don't actually fancy discussing it with anybody. Essentially, I've been inspired to jump on here and purge whatever's inside me in the form of written word. Don't worry, I'm not expecting you to find this interesting (but I'm impressed if you've read this far). I'm here to serve myself and myself alone.

My first thoughts about this platform actually lead me back to a stressful time in my life - being 17. Ha, I know, STRESSFUL. As if.

I like to laugh at myself for thinking that life was genuinely stressful at this age, it's easy to look back on your past self and cringe over something like this. But I think it's time to change the narrative and stop this intergenerational trend of who had it harder, or in this instance, dismissing the feelings of my past self because I know I have dealt with worse things since then.

At this age, you start to experience many new feelings and experience things you've never experienced before. Every time I think about Tumblr, I think about a boy hurting my feelings and making me feel like an absolute knob. Laughable now, but I'll give you a quick summary of what happened.

I'm 17 years old, I've recently left my years-long high school relationship and have started dating a boy a few years older than me. That's right, I'm the cool kid on the block with a boyfriend who has already left school and can buy my tobacco for me. Hell yeah. But oh, what's this? The ex girlfriend he was completely over and 'hated' was still trying to get in contact with him. No problem, he was ignoring her and I was his number one. Hell yeah.

We're four months (ha!) into our relationship and what do you know, the little shithead found a very cunning way to keep in touch with her without me or anyone else knowing - that 'ask an anonymous question' function on Tumblr. They would send little messages to each other as 'anonymous' via the question box, delete the message they had received and then send their replies anonymously back via the same function. Almost like an anonymous Snapchat, if you will.

Fortunately for me, he made the grave error of checking his message/question inbox in front of me which revealed my worst horrors. It was clear as fucking day who was behind that anonymous title, and you bet that was a clean cut 'fuck off' from me after that. It didn't stop my feelings from being hurt or the humiliation that followed though. Over ten years later, I still find this act incredibly snakey, but I'll give them ten points for creativity. This was the short story about why I associated Tumblr with teenage angst, and still do to this day. This story alone has sent me back to those tough days as a heartbroken teen.

This particular individual had some dirty secrets, and one day I might reveal a thing or two. I guess it will depend just on how petty I'm feeling - there's a reason I've chosen to do this anonymously, ha!

That's the end of today's waffle. Enjoy the maple syrup.

[teaboot]

One of the most bizarre feelings imo is finding out about a prejudice you didn't know existed

Like. I only recently found out that there's areas IN MY OWN COUNTRY where discrimination against Italian people is a genuine problem

Like

I definitely know WHY I always assumed Racism was a prejudice more dependant on differences in skin colour but holy shit damn yeah okay so there's also ultraviolet racism too huh, we're all just drinking the shitty bitch water then

[the-lavender-clown]

Peepaw Donnie doodles for you starved souls

[kairithemang0]

Ima be like 100% honest with yall for a minute

High school is killing me

It's got me out of rhythm and my melody

it's so not cool, it's a fallacy

A truly cruel and unusual brutality

And I can survive it for only so long

looks at my spanish test grade I'm so fucking dead

[arkeresia]

so I saw the ghost movie 🍿✨

[saurongorthaur9]

Being a villain fangirl is seeing your fav get the everliving crap beaten out of him and simultaneously being like "oh no my boy 🥺" and "yeah he totally deserves that."

[robby-bobby-tommy]

‼️SPOILERS FOR ACE ATTORNEY INVESTIGATIONS (1 AND 2) AND THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY‼️

Plus Kazuma, Phoenix ect

Add characters that you think would fit the category

(Btw I'm not justifying their actions, but man do I feel bad for them. After one point their lives became a freaking greek tragedy)

[stellar-collective]

been rotating an au around in my brain where the Sonic cast is just a bunch of kids running around in a small town because nothing gives me more joy than to envision a complex high action narrative as a series of mundane adventures

[stealingpotatoes]

If Ezra has a Youtube channel, do you think he posts insulting videos about Thrawn and Pryce?

Also when someone calls someone else by hologram, does that make it SpaceTime?

he posts a six hour video essay on thrawn. the first three hours are a detailed account of all his war crimes and evilness, the rest of the video is just ezra calling him a stinky poopy blueberry and sabine coming in to say his red eyeliner is mid

[marasschino]

Japan's most ineligible bachorlette of 2011

[sapphyreblayze]

The Justice League International in Absolute Power #1