Animal crossing x Blue Lock
*guy who hasn't eaten lunch voice* been really into the idea of picking a direction and running as fast as I can in a straight line until I collapse and die
What uh. What's the frog story 👀
back when i was in second grade, my elementary school organised a school market with every class selling their crafts for charity. the contribution of my class were hand-sized ceramic frogs we made in art class. each one of us made one of them to be sold for five euros a piece (this is important later). the quality of the frog i made varies drastically based on who is telling the story, and for reasons that will become very apparent later there is no way to check, but i stand by the fact that it was average looking, if a bit wonky.
the day of the market arrived, and all frogs were bought within minutes, snatched up by enthusiastic and proud parents. all except - mine. because my mother hates spending money on unnecessary things, and she hates children's crafts even more. so she - loudly and vehemently - refused, in her thick eastern european accent, to "spend five euros on an ugly frog".
i will never forget seeing my ceramic frog alone on the slightly wet cardboard, surrounded by the imprints left behind by the already sold frogs. all the while other parents are getting more and more agitated, trying to get my mother to put the frog out of its misery. eventually, she budged, and spend five euros on a wonky frog. she was absolutely furious about this.
so furious, in fact, that when we came home to where my father was remodelling the kitchen, she WALLED IT IN. that's right. she cask of amadillo'd that poor ceramic fool. put him into the open wall and slapped concrete over it faster than my poor seven year old self or my dad could protest. out of pure anger over loosing five euros. and that's where it remains, until this day.
my mom hates when this story is brought up, which is why we bring it up all the time. she also thinks she what she did was right, because "do the other parents know where the frog is? no. only your creation is safe. because i love you." morally, i would disagree, but on a pure factual basis, she has a point.
i made her another ceramic frog for her last brithday, which was not buried like some pharaoh, and everytime guests compliment it my brother loudly goes "oh you should see the other frog he made" and when they ask to see it, he points at the wall. this is hilarious to him and infuriating for my mother. and that's the frog story.
the trope of ‘this entity exists only because we think it does’ is so so so fucking good and cannot be overdone in my opinion
like the idea that you built the monster hunting you, that you invited the entity into our world, that your fear is what it feeds on, and that once made real, it cannot possibly be killed because you’re stuck in this loop of ‘he’s real because i’m scared’ and ‘i’m scared because he’s real’
How well do you see color?
I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind
these are all the same exact color . what
Bro on a good day I got two Bladee songs overlapping on a loop with that apple is spinning like a fuckin rubrics cube in the corner of my mind while i’m mentally speed running the exact layout of every house i’ve ever lived in like a zillow walkthrough and simultaneously arguing with myself about if I remembered to lock the door at my job
I'm just saying all I ever hear about is cock and balls and big naturals. When is the last time you saw a post about labia???? Get on it
Something deeply painful is the fact that seasons, especially fall, dont feel the same. Not because of individual maturity but because climate change has impacted the weather patterns so so so much that we cant even experience the same annual shifts that our ancestors have for centuries
I feel displaced, i yearn for the spring, summer, fall, and winter that i can barely remember experiencing
To make things worse, if you’re under 50-60 years old, you can’t even remember what normal seasons were like because you weren’t alive to experience them
In the graph above, you can see how there’s a clear tipping point in the late 1970′s, which is when global temperatures first began to really skyrocket.
I was born in 1997, so about 20 years after this shift occurred. There is an immense difference between the climate now and the climate I remember growing up in, but the way I experienced the seasons in my childhood was already fundamentally different from what the seasons were supposed to be like! My parents were pretty much the last generation to experience a normal climate, and that’s just... incredibly sad
I am processing this information in a normal way devoid of rabid rage and bloodlust i am processing this information in a normal wa-
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY AND VALENTINES DAY TO THE OFFICIAL SAW TWT FOR POSTING THIS
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Ya know what? Happy Valentine's Day to all the Janitors and sanitary workers out there who work tirelessly to keep our hospitals, schools, offices and other places spotless and hygienic.
I was like everything sucks I hate my body and then I talked to my girlfriend and my parents and cooked myself dinner and ate it and had some little beverages. and now there is joy everywhere in the world
let this be a lesson to you (me) when your brain is upset and scrunched and scrambled. let it go and put yourself around some people. make something, especially if it sucks. eat food your body wants. make the bed. do some dishes. light a candle. burn some incense. silas was right! it's about doing a bunch of small things.... and together they can help a lot. like power rangers. or an orange
tch. yeah right. sure it is. *clicks link* w ooooo aa aAa AahAHhaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *skin blasts off of face to reveal skeleton wearing sunglasses* this post really delivers
for anyone worried they are telling the truth and this link is safe!
okay now that i’ve calmed down what am i going to buy myself as a treat for enduring this suffering
