soon may the wellerman come, your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

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its just embarrassing when you make a fandom related post and it doesnt get any notes like okay. so no one want to play tuoys with me. no one wants to play with our little guys together. okay thats fine. yeah its cool... puts my hands in my jacket pockets. kicks a beer can that was on the side of the road a little

I spotted a reply to one of my posts:

And my knee-jerk response was "no, you should hear my friends talk about their lives--"

And it made me remember something.

Back in high school, my IB class did a lock-in-- where the group of students gets locked into one part of the school overnight on a weekend-- and after junk food and video games lost their appeal, we got to talking.

Only I didn't really know anything about almost any of them. They were all friendly enough, but I kept to myself for the most part, so we didn't have much to talk about once standard small talk ran out.

So I asked one of the other people sitting with me: "what's your story?"

Your life story.

And he told me. Sixteen years or so condensed into maybe a half hour. And it was the most fascinating life I could have imagined: the places he'd been, the things he'd done, the experiences that defined him. It boggled my mind.

When he finished and turned the question around to me, I thought mine sounded really boring in comparison, but he listened open-mouthed to the entire thing. Other kids were gathering around us by now, listening in. And when I finished mine, I turned to another one of them and asked the question to them.

And just like before, my mind was blown. A completely different life, completely different focal points, defining experiences, goals the likes of which were deserving of an anime. And the same happened with the next person we asked, and the next.

By the time each one of us had finished telling their story, it was time to go home for the morning. The video games had been abandoned hours ago. None of us had slept. We were too caught up in each other's lives.

All of which is to say:

Thank you. I do lead a very interesting life.

So do you.

It's seriously one of the biggest pieces of advice I think I can give to anyone: listen to the stories of strangers.

Or friends. Or anyone. Learn about other people.

highly recommend keeping a small portrait of a historical figure who met a grisly end on your work desk. for perspective.

me: oh thomas cromwell, we're really in it now. every day i get emails.

the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: i was on committees with the duke of norfolk. and they beheaded me.

me: yep. good point.

me: cromwell. cromwell this post has got too big and famous and people are starting to misunderstand me on it.

the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: oh no! you achieved too much fame and status? and now people are misrepresenting you? should we strip your lands and title? have you been beheaded?

me: YES ALRIGHT FINE

Squidward clocking out of the Krusty Krab and heading to the nearest gay after hours event 

Come on, now, op. We all know squidward doesn’t go to the club.

He’s one of those “I’m not like other gays” gays who goes home to a bottle of wine and his obscure 50s vaudeville records, and then mopes because he can never find a boyfriend.

I love this website so much

I love you dead punctuation marks.

cracking myself up thinking about the movement towards simplified forms in cave paintings

grug: grug must paint every hair on buffalo in realistic detail

thog: grug can chill out, audience know what buffalo look like. just do one line like thog

thog: cave painting world no longer look for photorealism. expression of form and movement is new frontier

grug: but then how will grug demonstrate high level of skill? grug have art degree

thog: any caveman represent buffalo as it is. grug must represent what it means to grug

grug: hm. this will challenge grug. but grug enjoy rising to occasion

When I say I’m “Touch Starved”, I don’t mean I need a hug, no sir. I need to be beat and punched in fisticuffs galore.

a scene can start wherever you want it to

writing isn't real life. You don't need to set up a character walking into a room or two characters greeting each other and talking about the weather or what-have-you in order to lead into the conversation you actually want them to have. just start at the conversation.

hell, start in the middle of the conversation. you could even start at the end and then have one of them leave and the other one left behind to reflect back on what just happened.

writing gets easier when you open yourself up to writing the parts that are interesting, to starting where it's easy instead of where you think you should start.

if it ends up not working? that's okay. you tried it, and sometimes just getting something out of your head is a necessary first step to getting the words right

people seem to be finding some sort of clarifying revelation in this post but i just wanted to make the boane from the boane comic real

guys i made the boane level in the geometry dash level maker after seeing the comic. its from the comic. i dont want to steal the valour of inventing boane. help

boane is now publicly available to play at level id: 113237905

See you space cowboy.

I'm amused at the ones which finally took him out

one of my sexual fantasies is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me

evolution dysphoria

1) this art is fucking adorable

2) why do I feel this

fuck I really do feel this when I dress up

Didn’t know I would be crying over trans sylveon tonight

the "who am I kidding" really gets you

I was looking through the reblogs and this is just so good @the-rider-in-red

Happy Trans Day of Visibility to this Sylveon in particular