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Dumbass RPG character idea:
A roguishly handsome adventurer who otherwise doesn't seem to much care for maintaining his rugged good looks, but is comically particular of his iconic ridiculous hat, which he never takes off. Like, ever. He sleeps with the hat tilted over his eyes, won't remove it indoors even at a dining table, bathes while wearing it. Nobody wants to know how the hell he washes his hair. Telling him to remove the hat is an absolute dealbreaker - if any place demands that he removes the hat before stepping inside, he'll rather wait outside by the door while the rest of the party does their business inside. It's obnoxious but what are you gonna do.
Then, when trapped in a situation where the party must either sacrifice one of its members or all will die, the guy volunteers, on one condition: the party must take his precious hat, and give it to someone worthy. Ideally someone spectacularly handsome who will look good in it, but he'd rather have anyone at all wear it, than nobody at all. Nobody in the party, though - none of them are allowed to wear his hat. Baffled but grateful, the party agrees to his conditions.
Some time later, once the rest of the party has escaped, they slap the hat on the first person they encounter and deem sufficiently fitting. The person freezes in shock, blinks twice, and suddenly shifts their stance to a familiar posture, sighing "oh thank the gods, you actually fucking did it", in a new voice but a familiar style and intonation. The character was never The Guy, it's a demon bound to the hat, who possesses whoever is wearing the garment.
Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
It's very endearing to me how many people are willing to keep an eye on a video feed so they can push a button and let a fish in the Netherlands get to the other side of a dam.
she's ready to watch the minecraft movie đâš
*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho
The Eternal Night-
I initially thought this was about, like, autism masking until the word âcovidâ and I was genuinely concerned about you for a moment there
hey so just to let yall know masking does actually work :) and you should absolutely be masking in public and whenever you can to keep disabled people and at risk people safe :) i personally have never stopped masking and i have never gotten covid (and i test at least 3 times for covid when im sick) to be fair part of that could be that i dont really get out much, but also im pretty consistent with masking whenever possible. keep your community safe yall, please mask.
humans didnât evolve to live right on top of each other
the sound of thunderous footsteps directly above me is deeply unsettling as I am attempting to sleep
i should not know such intimate details as I do about people I have never seen, let alone met
everything about being here feels wrong and uneasy
so fucking sick of apartment living
iâm overstimulated 24/7 up in this bitch
My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.
So my sister wants to start sewing more, because
a. Sheâs 5âČ 11âł and can never find pants long enough for her legs or shirts long enough for her arms.
b. She hates synthetic fibers as much as I do and itâs difficult to find natural fiber clothes that arenât made of cotton
c. Sheâs a biologist and would physically fistfight microplastics if given half a chance
So her gift from mom and dad for her birthday was a sewing machine. Not a super expensive one but a good solid serviceable one.
And recently she asked âSo where do I GET wool or linen and thread that isnât polyesterâ and mom was like âgo ask your sisterâ
And I, of course, crashed into the group text like âGET A PEN I HAVE WEBSITES FOR Uâ and honestly Iâm thrilled about this
trash man
My favorite side questâŠ
Making them into LITTLE GOOBERS.
Lunar Princess by Sierraex2
Hc that Ford gets a job at a local community college as a physics prof after he and Stan are done sailing around the world and fulfills his destiny as the eccentric professor he was always meant to be
And he quickly gains a reputation amongst the stem students as That Professor
I bet his ratemyprof reviews would be insane:
âHe didnât grade any of our homework until the end of the semester, but he brought something called a âplaidypusâ to class and let us pet it. Her name was Dorothy. 5/5â
âHe constantly ranted about how âtriangles are the most untrustworthy shapeâ whatever that means. Also he doesnât know how to use the internet. I hated his class. 5/5â
And many more iterations of âthis guy is terrible. 5 starsâ
Portrait for Sourisdedog đȘ¶
Step-by-step:
watching breaking bad w/o having ever seen better call saul is like "omg Saul! what a silly sleazy guy we love comedic relief characters <3" Whereas when you watch breaking bad after watching bcs it's like ok I am having to actively hold back real tears just looking at this fucker's stupid pinky ring I hate him so much i want to give him the whole wide world
Point of view of the exotic pet (part 1) (the rest in reblogs)
is cannibalism first base or
you ever get assigned something as a project in school and for the rest of your life you have a strange attachment to the subject. in like seventh grade i had an assignment to make a poster about the elemental propoerties of osmium and to this day everytime someone mentions it im like 'YEAAAAAAH OSMIUM MENTIONED!!!!!!!!'
You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
is anyone up for some platonic intimacy that is lowkey erotic
Writing sometimes feels like a strange disorder you just kind of cope with by being creative. Like your brain randomly decides to dump a million-piece puzzle in front of you and says, 'Solve this or we will never think of anything else, ever.' You toil away for years and by some miracle you solve it, and it's the most fulfilling, exhilarating feeling in the world. It's perfect. You did it. And your brain is like, 'OK, here's my idea for three sequels and a spinoff.'
it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living
The fact that the majority of us are choosing the affordable *murder house* speaks WORLDS about the housing market right now
Writing is just having vivid hallucinations and then trying to pass them along to your readers
Babe, donât forget to renew your Autism+ subscription