What I do on my breaks from writing/reading.... time to reorganize my book shelves... I should've really thought this through...😅 at least I got a kick ass streo system to blast music.
A small question for the employees running the blog; what's it like to work at Meeple, or even the HQ specifically if you happen to be there? Any cool workplace stories?
We do in fact work at Meeple HQ, at the MeCloud! Unfortunately, Meeple policies prohibit me from discussing anything about what happens within the workplace in detail, but I get plenty of desk space and I enjoy the presence of my coworkers!
In honor of homeward bound almost finishing (which btw im definitely gonna cry when that happens) i decided to draw as much fanart as i could for it while i listen to it in text to speech. For @thompsborn thank you so much for writing this amazing masterpiece ily like actually
based on this excerpt
also i now realize that maybe college people dont wear backpacks or maybe they do idk hopefully they do because its too late to change the pose 😥 okay im gonna yap in the tags cause its gonna be too long of a post
‘tehehehehe tim drake hasn’t slept in 45 hours and is living off of coffee and vibes’ FUCK YOU these are olympic-level athletes they need SOME base of self-care to function. tim drake, or ANY vigilante cannot fight bad guys severely dehydrated and hallucinating from sleep deprivation. stop romanticizing terrible health habits with the characters who are the least likely to have them!!!!
i feel like the makeup standards are not necessarily going to get Worse, just. stay the Same. "raised by sephora and ulta" christ alive yall act like this shit is new. as if this hasnt been the standard to blast young girls with makeup ads and shit via magazine and tv and imposed beauty standards anyway. the only real difference is like, idk, accessibility of tutorials for how to apply it well
i think the reason i just like have not been able to get into breaking bad is bc walter white is just so fucking boring oh my god he’s soooo boring as a character
it’s just like. idk every middle-aged man’s absolute jerkoff fantasy about having “been good” their whole life and then deciding to become evil and bad bc they’re having a midlife crisis. like i wish he would just buy a sports car and calm down.
Trying to get back into exercising but it's hard bc I'm disabled and honestly a weenie and ADHD means I have a very hard time finding any sort of intrinsic motivation for anything. So far I've been trying to find extrinsic motivation to get me to do it, like imagining being able to punch my QPP's shithead exes square in the face, and that works a little bit but it hasn't really been enough to keep me exercising consistently. I've also tried to imagine finally having my body look the way I want it to, and that's definitely a good goal but unfortunately it's also a very nebulous one. How do I know how my body will look when I have muscles? What if it's not the same as in my head? I do like building my strength though, and I just imagined myself being able to actually do a pull up (or even multiple pull ups—easily!) and got hit with the biggest wave of gender euphoria I've ever experienced. Y'all... I've cracked the fucking code. I'm gonna use gender to hack self care
cloth covering your arms
knitted and thick, cotton and thin
always clad in a jumper
juniper eyes jumper boy
i wished just once you’d open yourself up
and shed your jumper
slivers of silvery scars in the slight moonlight
i could trace them over and connect them like constellations
when when you did it was different then what i expected
so different that i cried and cried
and you did too
i held you in that public pool
the light of the brightest moon shining through the glass where i saw your reflection look at me
the look on your face broke me
i picked you up off of the tile floor
and month by month
we put each other back together.
you ran with my heart
running and chasing to get it back
till i decided
laughing
that you can have it.
(but you always did)
my juniper eyed jumper boy
got to feel the breeze on his freckled face
and the wind
on
his
once
mangled
body.