#oh yeah im also in college now

[gender-not-found-404-ao3]

@mur-art and @theywhoshantbenamed

have u two ever thought about how Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars gives Hawaii and Nevada vibes

[bonetrousledbones]

Can you tell us your the reasons for why you like Papyrus? (I’m sure you’ve did this before xd, but I always enjoyed rambles about Papyrus. Hope you’re well!)

oh it is 100% his whole loneliness thing. growing up i was a chronic friend group hopper all the way from kindergarten to 8th grade and then by high school that didn't work anymore so i just kinda didn't have any genuine friends for basically that entire 4 years. so hyperfixating so hard on a character who's basically completely centered around that struggle helped me feel a bit less hopeless about it. the funny thing is i think pre-undertale papyrus actually had more friends than i did back then but like its the little things

that's why this fic that i'm gonna plug again hit me so hard tbh. shit sucks when you're trying so so hard to be friendly and engage in other people and then you get to a point where you have to realize they're not at all interested in returning the favor, even if they're not overtly rude about it or anything, they just don't care to get to know you any deeper than surface level convenience and it gets real hard to not let yourself get angsty about it lmao

i do think that while sometimes i wish i hadn't been given such free internet access as a kid i'm still really lucky that i was able to be exposed to undertale when i was. it's such a unapologetically hopeful game that i'm sure it absolutely impacted the way that i think about things today in terms of optimism and the ability to turn bad situations around, and papyrus plays a huuuge part of that entire message. if it weren't for him, i'm honestly not sure if i would've had the drive to keep trying to connect with other people even when it didn't work for so long.

so tl;dr thank you funny little skeleton man for constantly reminding me that making friends is still possible even when your demeanor is frankly weird as fuck. sometimes you just gotta keep truckin until you find your people even if it takes a while

[hballegro]

alan alda storytime

the full story from one of the screenshots of my previous post.

story begins with my archaeology professor showing a slide of alan alda in the early 2000s holding some mammoth bones and asks the class if anyone recognizes him. i had watched some MASH with my mother when i was little and had also seen the movie The Object of My Affection, so i raised my hand and said it was alan alda. he lit up and said yes, it was, and told the rest of the class he used to be on this old show, and that when we got more into the bioanthro side of things, remind him to 'tell his alan alda story'.

about 2 months later, we are in bioanthro, and i remind him. he gets excited and says he included slides to talk about it.

[rest under cut]

he tells us how he had just moved to a new city, and he had taken a university job in order to get insurance for his new family [which he didnt get but thats neither here or there]. he gets news that his job is going to be working with Scientific American Frontiers, hosted by the one and only Alan Alda. my prof was thrilled, he loves MASH, and while he specifically wouldnt be involved in the process [being a presenter, working with alan, etc] he was allowed to be around incase they needed help.

i dont know the specific episode, or if it can be found anywhere, but the topic was early man and tools, and how there were mammoth bones that specifically had cuts that could only be made with tools, not by teeth from an animal. they had finished filming for the day and just needed B-roll of some lions at the local zoo chewing some bones [part of the experiment], and alan got a call. he asked if he could head out now, because he needed to get back to his hotel now, and the call had been important. the producers said sure, go ahead, and alan asked if someone could give him a ride.

my professor, having the chance to actually spend time with someone he idolized, and being a stupid late 20s-something, volunteered immediately. stupid why? well, i said he'd just moved there. he didnt know where the hell anything was, and he didnt have GPS available to him, he was just really excited. so they get in the car and start driving.

as i said in my previous post, alan alda had about 20 minutes with this random guy, and found out pretty quickly that he was an archaeologist, and the amazing topic of conversation that he picked was the [then new] theory that we developed agriculture specifically to make booze, and that the rest of the stuff was more or less a biproduct. which is pretty on-brand honestly.

after a while, alan catches on to the fact that this guy clearly has no idea where the hell hes going, and that they've been driving in circles around the city for a while now. he [reportedly very politely] said that actually, this here was his stop, and thanked him for the ride. he then most likely called a taxi that actually knew where it was going, and got to his hotel.

turns out the call was about The Aviator! the call was important because he learned it was confirmed he in it and they needed him to get over there.

its not a glamourous story, but its the only story i got. my prof reported he was a funny guy, and despite slightly kidnapping the poor man for a while, he was the picture of kindness and personability. and clearly he likes telling the story and it left an impression, because he took time out of our already-short lecture to tell a class of 20-somethings that had no idea who Alan Alda was about it.

sorry this is so verbose i dont know how to be short lmao

[megumi-fm]

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[solar-halos]

so are we just going to keep ignoring how blond people don’t fucking exist

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[bd-wlf]

Do you guys ever just feel your psyche breaking

[dbphantom]

maybe i should have gone into practical effects instead of computer science...

[elongated-twink]

I think being autistic does actually make me inherently better at animal handling because I, too, have been yelled at for growling and biting when everyone ignored my previous warnings and didn’t set clear boundaries

[lanshappycorner]

you know i have like what 5 younger cousins and they cant all draw (although i think like 2 can) but they like making up stories and they r all very creative which i thought was kinda weird bc .

they r all very similar in that sense but also its not really weird bc i mean they are cousins so it makes sense that they are similar, but considering not all of them talk to each other, they somehow rubbed off on each other

so one day i was talking to one of them and then we started talking abt The Past and my cousin started reciting some of the stories i told him over Nearly like 2 decades ago which i Do Not Remember (when i was a kid i had a very active imagination, i would make up stories every day and tell my younger cousins bc i was in charge of taking care of them and uhh it got them to be quiet for a while💀)

and one thing led to another and then i realized that i may have been the cause of their overactive imaginations now .

[asteraceaye]

So my final project for this class is video art and I was gonna touch up my undercut for it but my professor said it'd be more dramatic if I buzz my whole head and guess who did just that and desperately misses it already

[stupidnaturals]

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[rabble-dabble]

and i grieve this type of world i happen to live in. i grieve the type of world that finds no peace and no hope and no love between each other, no matter how many groups and communities there are, that there are louder and louder people who are angrier and scarier that get to decide the fate of the world. that this shackled weight called capitalism gets to decide my future; i will be one in a million, years from now, that they describe in textbooks to children in history class. one of the poor fools that children will shakes their heads at, for this twenty-first century hell that valued this made up concept of paper over the arts or science or peace.

it eats at me, you know, because i'm an artist but it's not that i just want to create, no, i want to learn. i want to be an artist and a scientist and a teacher and a philosopher and a writer and a chef and a father and a lover. i want to be the farmer and the government, to sow the seeds and fills the mouths of hungry children until there's too much food on their plates; i want to be the spark in peoples eyes that inspire them to do the incredible with the world. and yet i've got one life on this earth and only 80 years to work with. it's not enough time, to do everything, it's barely enough time to live one life. and i barely get to even live it. do you know how much time is spent sleeping? do you know how much time is spent working?

i have this unyielding need to do everything, to be interested in everything, to learn and learn and do and do and make and make all over again until the world ends, but i only get a fraction of a second. if i could live forever i would. not because i'm afraid to end but because i want to see everything and do everything. if i had infinity in my grasp i would take it, because i would do everything once, and then do it all over again to practice on the rusty skills. yes, i would be an artist through and through, it's in my soul, but i want to be the master of all trades, of all experiences there's to have. i wanna be good at everything. i want to know it all. is it so selfish of me to want to have it, without worry of bills to pay or mouths to feed? is it perhaps so selfish to want to be alive for it all? i will grieve for all the lives i will never get to live. how unfortunate that i will only get to experience one.

[alittleemo]

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[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt how much I love oni's writing again... In particular, "a seed is planted" continues to be one of if not my favorite logs because despite the troubling details and implications that come with it, it's the one thing in the entirety of the decaying corpse of gravitas that genuinely leaves us with a grain of hope (a seed if you will) and makes oni as a whole a lot more bitter sweet as while earth may not have survived, the dupes did, and after their horrible origins and the shit that many of them went through, in due time they'll finally get to just live, they're free now, and even if Olivia's sleep is end of a tragedy, the world will keep moving forward with or without those who've been lost

[wakanai]

please don't mind me, I'm going to pull a Dazai and be embarassing as hell.

@bunglegaydogs this is for you 🎸😘

okay so basically

tumblr has a history of erasing tags and getting errors when they're too long so i screenshotted just in case.

And guess what. that's exactly what happened. (+1 to my Dazai points)

for the last one, i want to add that i think u prob did it to make me feel better cause legit the random posts with 0 notes that were just meant for venting suddenly got liked by you. and one time i remember you spam liked a LOT of my posts like??????

that or maybe you could relate to them IDK.

whichever it is, i appreciate it dude 🤘💕

guess who made one of those ask game things :] yknow cause why not

you know the drill