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*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

oh no

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I’m never gonna get over Frosting Ficus

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it's genuinely bullshit that you should be required to own a mobile phone for participation in literally any aspect of life

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the OC of the person reading this

this is a very fun idea actually! I encourage people to reblog with an explanation as to why/why not

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Maxwell turned 5 today!!!

He and Jack got to put on their Special Hats and eat special treats. The stuff in the bag used to be a cute little donut dog treat but my mom crunched it up so they wouldn't eat the entire thing at once.

They also got toys! Jack liked the stuffed flamingo and Max just wanted to eat the plastic container we put the toys in.

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the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

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oh also a girl in my class found out that I illustrate, and asked if she could commission me for a pet portrait. so I said "sorry, I don't do commissions, but I can give you a free ink sketch." and then the next class I showed up with the sketch and she said "I love this. so why don't you do commissions? I can't commission you?" and I said sorry, just a bit busy. and then she went to grab something from her bag and gave it to me and said "here is a crystal charged under the full moon," and I didn't know what to say so I was just like "oh, okay thanks. thank you."

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Hi! This is the stupidest character I've ever made.

I've never read a single Warriors book and all of my knowledge of the lore comes from random posts on Tumblr and MAPs on YouTube. But I couldn't get this stupid idea out of my head so here, have a cat.

This is Redbriar, and he claims to have been "abudcted by aliens". None of the other cats in his clan know what the hell he's talking about.

He tells them stories of strange beings catching him in a contraption made out of hard, shiny sticks. They took him to a frightening place with small, bright suns and surfaces made of smooth, cold rocks.

Redbriar fought valiently, but the aliens surrounded him and stabbed him with something sharp, and he passed out. When he awoke, part of his ear was missing.

The aliens also stole his fucking balls, for some reason.

(AKA he was part of a TNR program but he doesn't know what that is)

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Add realism to your fantasy stories by having characters from different backgrounds struggle to pronounce each others' names.

"My name is [low guttural sound] but I don't want to hear you butcher it. So you may call me She Who Arises With The Cold Mountain Sun."

"...Is that what your name really means? All that in just one word?"

"Yes. If you stress the wrong syllable it comes out as 'She Who Coldly Wakes Up The Mountain Sun', or 'The Cold Woman Who Wakes The Mountain Sun', and you will not call me that."

"Oh, huh. Could we just call you Mountain Sun, for short?"

"Hmh. It's boastful, almost bordering on blasphemy, but it is flattering. I accept it."

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I had a dream last night that I went to a hospital to see my dentist and a musician I really love was being interviewed there. I immediately ran away because I was terrified he would see me and I would make a fool out of myself.

I went downstairs to the hospital lobby and it was filled with YouTubers who were there for some sort of convention. I recognized a lot of them and started talking to a few of them.

The musician I was trying to avoid had finished his interview and I ended up bumping into him and he started talking to me and I managed to act normal and he seemed to enjoy talking to me.

He left to go do something and I started talking to one of the YouTubers that was there and we hung out for a while, and I started realizing that I was having a dream.

I told her that it made me really happy meeting the musician that I love, but at the same time it didn't actually matter or mean anything because this is just a dream.

She looked at me and said, "Well, you met me and we had a lot of fun together! Does it really matter that it was a dream if the feelings were real?"

Thank you random dream lady, now I have to go cry 👍

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The first time I got blood drawn, I was terrified. My doctor reassured me that the phlebotomists were wonderful and very good at their jobs.

Not correct!

They could not find the vein in my arm. Instead of pulling the needle out, they sort of just wiggled it around under my skin. Unable to find a vein, they pulled the needle out, and immediately stuck it into my OTHER arm (without asking me!) to try and find the vein on that side.

That's about when I passed out for a few seconds.

When I opened my eyes I was laying on my back on the floor and one of the phlebotomists was looking down at me with wide eyes and the first thing she said was "Oh, you turned a different color!"

A+ bedside manner.

As a new story for my ongoing saga of "people don't write medical stuff absurdly enough," I have a doctor where I need to get tests done before I meet with them so they look at the results, and sometimes I have multiple tests between appointments if my appointment are far enough apart. All fairly normal, in terms of medical stuff.

The doctor and the radiology department for that doctor are both part of the same health system, and they are not only in the same building but on the same floor as each other. They share a waiting room. They are literally within shouting distance.

They will not talk to each other.

They have, on more than one occasion, not communicated results from the tests to the doctor. They have also, on more than one occasion, not communicated the need for tests to the testing people.

Currently, the testing people recommended follow-up tests. They need a referral from the doctor. The doctor that is 15 feet away from them. They need me to get that referral. From the doctor. The doctor that is 15 feet away from them.

To make it all worse, the doctor's office returns calls any time between one week and infinity weeks after you leave a message. They also do not pick up their phone. At one point, the only way I got them to answer me was by faxing them a question.

I am currently trying the process of "send a message through their online system" to see if they check that more frequently than they check their voicemail system.

Somehow, they still aren't even my worst "communicating with a doctor's office" experience.

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Max was furiously scratching at the patio door so we let him out, foolishly thinking that he had to go pee.

No! Of course not! How silly!

He just wanted to lay down on the patio and cook himself in the hot sun.

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I don't hear dyscalculia talked about much but it's life ruining.

Every time I ever tried counting to 100 I'd always end up skipping a bunch of numbers.

Counting, addition, subtraction are all difficult.

I can't use multiplication or division or any complex math. God forbid you add letters in there.

I was always way too early for everything or incredibly late. Sometimes comically late.

Numbers time amounts, it all means nothing to me. Less then nothing, I can't imagine it at all.

It's embarrassing to say the least that it takes me, an adult, on average about 5 mins to likely incorrectly answer 6x8.

If I ever thought I got the answer right first try my previous failures at even the most basic math causes me to second guess myself and then get it wrong anyway.

I tried so hard to get anything other then an F and detention for being so incapable of doing math in school. I eventually just stopped trying. I resented math because I didn't get it.

I dropped out in 8th-9th grade because I was being let off easy the past years and "made up" my failing grades in summer school every year I attended school, until they decided to just hold me back in class, attempted to put me in special education, and made me to drop out of band class because I kept failing math so incredibly bad. I just couldn't do it anymore. I dropped out. I tried to get my G.E.D. 3 times before I gave up.

It still haunts me to this day how some math teachers were so unwilling to find a diffrent way to teach me instead of just punishing me for my incompetence. It was unfair how many times I got left in class alone while everyone played or even went to lunch without me because I was stupider then everyone else.

I'm irrationally afraid of even trying to interact with the subject. The mental blockade my anxiety about it makes everything worse too.

Though a love for worldbuilding has me pulling up the calculator some days. And nothing a good old timer can't fix time blindness and some time related anxieties. It still sucks man. We have got to be nicer to dumb people. I'm being so genuine. If someone's bad at something maybe find out why and help them instead of being a dick about it.

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reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)

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oh i never know how to explain this properly but i looooooooooooooooove when a story just absolutely TELLS you something and it’s so obvious it goes right by you. like the equivalent of hiding in plain sight. i’m thinking in the original cut(?) of alien where they showed the full xenomorph, crouched and ready to pounce, but because we’ve never seen it before, we can’t tell what it is and interpret it as part of the spaceship. or it’s a detail that seems so out of place or wildly insane that you automatically ignore it and assume you misinterpreted until that exact detail comes back in a big way? (like when noah the raven boy flat out tells everyone he’s a ghost and they take it as a joke, so the reader does too) is there a tvtropes name for this i’m obsessed with it