#real clown hours
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unicorndeathrace · 1 year ago
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The official OFMD account is liking tweets again
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chocolate-cream-soldier · 3 months ago
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bixy · 7 months ago
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when you go to a cybersecurity event to network, since you're in school for that and you're trying to get an IT job (entry level IT jobs are so hard to get into right now) and someone is talking about defcon, so you ask if they're fluent in sign language but it turns out thats a con specifically for cybersecurity and programming whoops
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heartorbit · 1 year ago
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revstar emu save me
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tethered-heartstrings · 2 months ago
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genuinely i don't know a life of being well rested. doesn't matter how much I sleep because I have moderate to severe sleep apnea. and it catches up with me exponentially fast if I get even less than 7-8 hours. which I just Do Not have time to give myself.
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h-doodles · 1 year ago
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should i be finishing my spreadsheet? yah i should. but guess what im doing instead!!!
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...exclusively pinoy songs btw. i'm screaming.
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hanjesungs · 2 years ago
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totally helpful super informative s class choreo guide (real)
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scary-grace · 1 month ago
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sometimes I attribute my no-makeup lifestyle to my moms being butch lesbians who could not possibly give less of a shit about traditional beauty standards, and while I think that's part of it, I think a solid forty-five percent of it is that I'm too goddamn lazy. I'm lucky if I can half-ass a curly hair routine a couple times a week. no way am I doing skincare.
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nightsandreala · 8 months ago
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A short (like 350ish words) jackle and balan fic under the cut for international clown week (late again) 🤭 very unserious it’s just jackle brushing balan’s hair. also balan rhymes all two of his lines 🎉
“Your hair’s getting too long in the front,” Jackle says, combing Balan’s bangs down so that they just barely impede his vision. “You want me to cut it?”
Like a giant orange cat, he’s perched up on the top of the chair Balan is sitting in, in front of the vanity, the comb now gripped between his teeth while he searches in the depths of his cape for what Balan already knows will either be an incredibly-sharp tarot card or something similarly inappropriate for cutting hair— knowing Jackle like he does, it would probably be something like a medieval sword (and, along with it, a completely true and non-embellished story about how he’d obtained it). Before he can find whatever it is he’s looking for, though, Balan reaches up and pulls his arm down, forcing his hand, empty, back into this plane of existence. 
“I’ve more than kept its length in check, and please, i’d like to keep my head attached to my neck.” He watches Jackle’s face in the mirror, grinning wide in mock annoyance above him, and when his eyes shift downwards again he finds that he’s smiling too— hat off and everything. It isn’t new for the two of them, but still surreal in Balan’s mind, but not uncomfortable.
Jackle, though, is so ready to argue back that he has to scramble to catch the comb that slips from his mouth. “What?! You’ve seen me dice vegetables with a playing card but I'm not good enough to cut your hair?” 
“Have you ever tried it? You don’t have any hair of your own.” He looks up again, shifting towards Jackle’s hand with the comb�� he may have never cut anyone’s hair, but he was remarkably gentle while brushing (it had taken some practice, though, Balan remembered, feeling a phantom pain at the tips of his ears). “If you've never cut hair, I'd rather you just stick to the comb.”
“And I thought you were all in the know about style,” Jackle sighs, shakes his head, but pulls Balan by the shoulder towards him nonetheless, dividing up another section of hair for brushing. “…And anyways, if I really wanted to behead you, you know I’d use a guillotine.”
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foxedfriend · 1 year ago
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9-1-1 || 7x04
here before buddie canon!! 😜😜
(🤡🤡🤡)
also currently listening to bad omens by 5sos and that exactly describes how i feel about this.
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luvbug724 · 1 year ago
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ITS KEVIN/JEREMY RENEE AND NEIL I AM PUTTING MY MONEY ON IT
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chocolate-cream-soldier · 2 months ago
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hauntedtotem · 1 month ago
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blanc and noir (+other moc ocs) have a playlist btw....if u even care... its not fully sorted/proofed yet and theres a lot of songs i need to review but. im too impatient to just not share it
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morethanwonderful · 1 year ago
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One of the things I think of a lot with regards to John is—why didn't he have any friends in his real life?
None of the beta kids ever seem to mention having irl friends that they miss in the aftermath of the apocalypse. And yeah, they've got a lot of other stuff going on, and it's not really in the narrative's nature to bring up people not somehow involved with sburb, but on a watsonian level, if any of them had other friends that died in sburb's aftermath, you'd think they'd say something about that grief at some point.
It's relatively easy to explain away the other beta kids' friendlessness. Jade lives alone on an island, Dave is Dave (raised in an extremely weird way that does not make him well-suited for regular life), and Rose's mom is strange and rich enough that Rose probably goes to some shitty private school or has an online tutor or something.
But John is such a public school-type kid through and through. He's just some guy. But the more I think about him, the more I'm thinking about why he must not have any friends. He canonically spends most of his time online.
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He's into (poorly) coding, shitty movies, online games, and magic tricks, none of which are a particular recipe for popularity—especially not as a twelve year old in 2009. He also has a peanut allergy.
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Unfortunately, that's also probably a social strike against him. Schools are historically really bad at dealing with kids with severe allergies. There's decent odds John was eating alone and isolated at an "allergy table."
Overall, he's kind of made for being a run of the mill social outcast. He's not Dave levels of weird, and he might not be horribly bullied, but he absolutely strikes me as the few to no friends sort in a really painfully mundane way. He's just some dweeb. He's painfully sincere and enthusiastic most of the time, yet clearly has some self-hatred issues deep down that he doesn't like to think about.
He likes unpopular things and lives his life online. And pre sburb, at least his online life seems happy! He has good friends! But I can't help but wonder what his hours not at his computer screen were like. It's hard being twelve years old and goofy and awkward and friendless.
All those deeply repressed internalized thoughts about how lame he is have to come from somewhere, y'know?
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cantsayidont · 5 months ago
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One day, someone might want to sit Microsoft developers down and teach them what a progress meter is actually for, since the behavior of their update systems still suggests considerable confusion in this area.
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ari-shipping-stuff · 1 year ago
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back on my "romance is completely useless" rant, especially concerning writing! what does it accomplish! like ever! do you need your character to be less lonely? give them friends! do you need them to learn how to work well with someone because they need to stop being so alone all the time? give them friends! give them siblings! do they need someone to take care of them for once in their life? give them friends! siblings! parents! family! do you need a plot device relationship to elaborate on desire? let them fuck i guess!
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