"well You're Not Actually THAT Into That Character !! Ive Seen Worse Cases" Do You Actually Know Who

[I.D. an edited version of the "is this a pigeon" meme. A man with glasses, captioned "my overstimulated ass" points at a butterfly, captioned "someone making an annoying noise". At the bottom of the image, a dialogue caption reads "is this a crime deserving the death sentence?" end I.D.]

"oh ! but whyare your characters like that. that makes them feel like SPECIAL PEOPLE" do you mean like. me. the SPECIAL PERSON in my NORMAL PEOPLE group. i dont know neurotypical person but i should tell you to stop making NORMAL PEOPLE because im NOT NORMAL

you should really start being normal about your blorbos and treat them like your ocs. maybe one day they will become your very own silly little ocs with silly little names to fit them and silly little stories to make them feel whole. maybe even a detailed design that gives off the vibes you always saw in your blorbos, or a rather simple one so that it feels good to you. reminder to be normal about your blorbos.

I spent way too much time on this (Original meme: Stop Doing Math)

gee raphael! how come your mom lets you have TWO girlfriends?

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

being an artist and revisiting media you liked when you were 11 is like. oh ok. this shaped my sense of humor and the way I write characters and the way I pace narratives and the tropes I'm drawn to. and I vastly underestimated how much of an impact it had on me because I literally have not thought about it for 15 years. but it was there inside me the whole time. ok. ok cool! c ool

OHH OKAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE EXPLANATION !!! I was calmly browsing tumblr and, in utter new tumblr user confusion, i just.oh thats a lot of ides of march. and uh huh but now i get it !!!! thanks again a lot of thanks

OH SO TODAY IS IDES OF MARCH CAN SOMEONE PEAES EXPLAIN IDES OF MARCH I FEEL SO LOST IM SO SORRY I FWEL LIKE ALLTITLE VOCTIORIAN CHILD PLEASE MUTUALS