#ok to reblog!!

[iloveyoudotcom]

I'M SCARED. I'M ALWAYS SO SCARED!

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

[nemmet]

i'm nem (or nico)!!

they/them, 20, autistic & queer

hi there, and welcome to the little island that is my blog! here you'll find art, gifsets and occasional ramblings about my many interests. i hope you enjoy the things i create!

my interests include:

scooby-doo

stardew valley

undertale & deltarune

vocaloid & project sekai

love live (μ's, aqours, nijigaku, liella)

frankenstein (novel) & related media

sweeney todd (musical)

animated films/franchises (toy story, tangled, trolls, lego movie)

horror films (fnaf, scream, nope, abigail, etc.)

… even more films (cornetto trilogy, back to the future)

my favourite bands: the longest johns, the hoosiers, the decemberists, gorillaz

i'm also passionate about film, horror, animation & storytelling in general!! as well as having a fondness for folk/shanty music, rabbits, and trees/forests :)

art tag

gif tag

misc posts tag (for writing, edits, memes, etc.)

oc tag

ko-fi

redbubble

instagram

letterboxd

reblog sideblog

[bildads-shoes]

i made you a meme

ME FR

[lizstiel]

oh, hey. they’re done!

[robotcorsair]

By its cover - part 2

(part 1)

“Since we’re supposed to be showing goodwill, you can call me Dandelion-,” he stopped when he saw the look on the vampire’s face.

“Really? Now you’re the one who’s fucking with me, dude!” The vampire could barely hide his mirth.

Dandelion pushed his glasses up with a finger. “Flower names are actually common in my culture. I’m named after my great-grand-uncle, who-“

“Cool, my man, but I will not be calling you Dandelion in front of the humans!” The vampire was outright laughing now.

Dandelion held back from erasing him from existence.

“Anyway, I’m calling you Dan!”

Dandelion blinked. “What?”

[jacksjoke]

url change!!

bostonapologist → theworldinclines

[noccolibroccoli]

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

[sapphicscience]

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

[whereisthesun]

I HATE MORAL OCD. well i shouldnt say hate thats a strong word. and i dont want to sound like i hate people WITH moral ocd because i dont of course. i just hate having it. but i shouldnt think that, i do like having morals, its just stressful to be thinking about them so constantly and scrutinizing every little thing i do or think. but really thats the least i could do so i should at least try, right? just because i suffer from— no, struggle with moral ocd doesn’t mean i should just stop thinking about things all together, thats not what im saying and i should make that clear, but i

[iloveyoudotcom]

LET'S KRANK IT UP!!!

[botanikos]

Based on this ask. This goes out to the Blitzøs'.

Text description: A fake "ID" made with a picture of Blitz on the left. At the top on a grey bar the words "Birdf*ck!ng License" are in a loose, red, and cartoonish font ; mirroring it at the bottom to look like a stamp is the word APPROVED. In the right corner is the symbol of a pentagram. In the middle of the card it reads as follows:

BLITZØ BUCKZO OWNER OF IMP ――――――― ID CARD : 001-666-9669 EMAIL : honse6669@hellmail.com ADDRESS : IMP CITY, PRIDE RING EXPIRY : 200 YEARS FROM ACTIVATION

[ barcode symbol ]

[the-nyanguard-party]

*puts the tip of my sword in your mouth* enough, you will only talk when I tell you t- stop sucking on it

[ableism]

I know i’m functionally a gay DARE officer at this point but I do in fact feel some sort of way about Cocaine being back in vogue. Surely I sound like a square + narc and I’ll concede ok do whatever you want, nobody can materially stop another person from using drugs if they really want to 🤷🏻 I don’t really care that it’s hip to do party drugs, moreso I want to articulate a general level of caution and concern that I never see a sidecar of harm reduction and safe using practices along with the commonplace clips of people straight up snorting coke I’ve seen for “brat summer!!!1!!”

You 🫵 are not immune to ingesting fentanyl or any number of other additives. Do you think drugs at the gay club are different than the drugs people are taking under bridges and in gutters? I promise they’re not! So if you want to use drugs and continue being alive, do your part to be safe. Protecting yourself protects others and your community.

Do not accept drugs from strangers. Test your drugs with fentanyl test strips. Carry narcan and know how to administer it. Never use alone. Have an exit strategy if you’re using drugs in a public space. Know the contact information for your local harm reduction groups, overdose emergency hotline, and if you need/want it, addiction treatment orgs. This is all the bare minimum for community care if you intend to be out in the world using drugs. Mainly I encourage you all to be buzzkills if it means you don’t have to die of an accidental overdose. Overdose is the leading cause of death for Americans under 40. I have a whole lot of social workers in my network and however bad you think the synthetic opioid crisis is, it’s worse. The war stories I’ve heard from my people on the ground are… The shit of nightmares. Don’t let it be you or anybody you love.

If you live in the state of Georgia, DM me for a longer list of resources.

Fentanyl information (harm reduction.org)

Get Narcan

How to use fentanyl test strips

Call 311 to find out where to get Narcan in your community at no cost to you

[fiannalover]

What's that bro? You began interacting with a media from a different country than yours and/or was made in time period different than the recent present day? Haha that's sick bro! Keep expanding your horizons bro! You're remembering to take into account that sociocultural norms, gender roles and genre expectations are different from what you are used to and meeting the story halfway, instead of forcibly superimposing your ideals into the story, right bro? Right? Right?

[robotcorsair]

By its cover - part 3

(part 1) (part 2)

“Call me Reese.”

“…Okay.” Dan squinted at him suspiciously over his glasses.

Reese just smiled benignly and gestured to the all-night diner they were standing in front of. “Shall we?”

Dan nodded and moved to enter the diner with the look of someone riding into battle.

Reese smothered a laugh. It wouldn’t do to piss him off too much. His peers were counting on him.

Dan had picked a seat with his back to a wall and was opening a briefcase he’d produced seemingly out of nowhere.

Reese moved to sit across from him. “Hey, can I borrow a pen?”