They/them, NB, hi 👾 / Eternal Procrastinator (c) / Novel writer (official) / @cjpwrites@masto.ai

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  1. cursedpossums:

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    unrestrained summer fun

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  1. mossbawn:

    mossbawn:

    people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue

    “i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry

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  1. dj-tak0wasa:

    what-even-is-thiss:

    soupmoths:

    ps5 brain monday

    Oh so THIS is the ps5 post. I can see why you all imprinted on it now that’s hilarious

    happy 1 year ps5 brain monday

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  1. chaumas-deactivated20230115:

    chaumas-deactivated20230115:

    “movie monsters and dinosaurs that relentlessly pursue their prey to absurd lengths without regard to energy expenditure or danger to themselves are unrealistic and not behaving like actual animals”

    FALSE

    they are simply a kind of terrier

    photo of a smiling rat terrierALT
    photo of a roaring t rexALT

    they’re the same breed

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  1. chaumas-deactivated20230115:

    creekfiend:

    ship: when I was a child my parents couldn’t take me anywhere because I’d arrange items at the store by size into little families and would cry when they had to be separated

    me: this is THEE funniest consequence of the selection pressures on social animals

    you don’t understand! those toilet plungers are a family!

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  1. chaumas-deactivated20230115:

    chaumas-deactivated20230115:

    museum idea: old household appliance senior friend home

    museum just full of blenders and toilet plungers and microwaves and vacuum cleaners that people have pack bonded with and can’t bring themselves to consign to a landfill

    little placards written by the original owners explaining why and how they determined that this particular object had a soul

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  1. zegalba:

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    Magdalena Jetelova: The Domestication of a Pyramid (2014)

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  1. killyfromblame:

    killyfromblame:

    Communicating with my cat is so crazy, it’s like, you watch my back for predators when I sleep. You meow only because you know that I vocalize often, but the words I use are nothing to you unless they’re associated with things relevant to your little baby life (food, for example). You slow blink at me because you feel safe with me. You point your ass at my face, indicating that you trust me to watch your back for predators, because you feel safe with me. You sit in my lap and sleep pressed against my side because you need to warm yourself up, and you trust me to warm you. I know this because I have access to information. If I didn’t, these things would be weird to me. I call you Lulu, but you don’t need a name for me; you have your senses to identify me. You smell me to identify me. You nuzzle me with your head to mark me as family with your scent. We ARE family. You are both the baby I feed and the elderly little lady who watches over me. It’s a very special and pure interspecies bond. I have a concept of “love” that is metaphysical, conceptual; you have an instinctual bond to those that you “trust” to help you survive (and that you, in turn, help to survive). You DO aid my survival on an emotional level that you can’t possibly understand, because you try to aid me on the physical level that comes naturally to you. Who said survival of the fittest has no room for love? We share the pure love of deep friendship because you and I must survive. My creature, Lulu, my best friend. My stinky.

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    The comments and tags on this post have been very sweet, I really love hearing about everyone’s cats. Feeling a little self-conscious because this drunken emotional outburst (seriously, I had a few drinks, looked at Lulu, and started crying and writing this) has been tagged as poetry a few times. Now I wish I could go back in time and edit it for flow and word choice, but it’s too late now…

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  1. thatdoodlebug:

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    i love this so much oml

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  1. sunfaeriesworld:

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    08.18.23

    Art journal pages in my composition notebook 📓

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  1. scrupulosity-comics:

    scrupulosity-comics:

    [Image ID: Twelve-panel pen and ink comic. In the first panel, a hairy dyke sweats and blushes in embarrassment as they lift weights at the gym while bystanders glare at them in disgust. In the second panel, the dyke stands alone wearing a towel, about to enter the bathroom. In the third panel, they raise a razor to their very hairy leg. A speech bubble interrupts them. It reads: "Just what do you think you're doing?" In the forth panel, the dyke gasps and looks over their shoulder in surprise. Their ass is out. In the fifth panel, the dyke exclaims: "Who... who are you?!" to the five saintly apparitions hovering above them, crowned with halos and garbed in masculine styles from various time periods. In the sixth panel, the first apparition speaks: "We are the Butches of Ages Past. We appear to you now in your hour of need." In the seventh panel, the second apparition says: "We saw that you were about to succumb to societal pressure to shave your legs." In the eighth panel, the hairy dyke looks down shamefully at their razor and whines, "People keep staring at me like I'm a walking infection... In the ninth panel all five apparitions shout "DEAL WITH IT!" in unison. In the tenth panel, the third apparition says: "You wear your stigma with pride and don't flinch or look back. That's the way it is done, friend." In the eleventh panel, the first apparition places her hand upon the dyke's shoulder and asks: "If you don't dyke this place up, who will?" The dyke adopts a determined expression and exclaims: "You're right!" In the twelve and final panel, the dyke is back at the gym, lifting a large weight and smirking in smug and wicked pleasure at the alarmed expressions of other patrons. Their legs are still very hairy. Above them a video game-like marker floats in the air and reads: "Mission: DYKE THIS PLACE UP!!!!!"ALT

    sometimes instead of a horrid little monk, divine visions of lesbians dance in my head dispensing wisdom

    comment by angelfira reading: [censored username] this post isn't for trans women, it's for women, more specifically for butch lesbians. not everything is for you. go away. make your own art. leave women the fuck alone.ALT
    four panel comic. in the first panel the butch is weirdly contorted and shouting 'HEY YOU!'In the second panel the butch is pointing at the reader and says “You don’t fucking speak for me.” In the third panel the butch says “If my comic is ‘for’ anyone but me, it’s for people whose bodies and gender expression are stigmatized. If that doesn’t include trans women, then it’s a meaningless sentiment. YOU don’t get to decide who relates to MY art.” In the fourth panel the butch is grasping their head and saying “I’m not going to waste my time debating you. YOU leave ME alone and stop trying to turn my art into a weapon against my trans sisters, you hateful fucking clown.”ALT
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