cecil trying so hard to use "modern teen" language so he can be cool which leads to really frustrating arguments where carlos has to be like "yes babe i'm so normalcore about kevin don't worry."
Devils minion 🩸
yeah? yeah.
they're married (and in the middle of a battle)
my patreon & ko-fi <3
Once I’ve finished pondering my orb I begin orbiting my pond
wearing sky-colored shoes to hide from the devil. earth colored hat to hide from god
give me 10 years and maybe I'll finish a thing or two
you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor
this grave keeper edible aint shit
woah mama maybe i'm the faggot america
fucking. what?
season 3
When you are unemployed, mysterious voices will tell you to "become a youtuber" but you must remind yourself that it's probably the amulet talking. The amulet you found last week, near the park. It has given you good advice so far, but there is always a line that you shouldn't cross.
It's the last day of April
you don't "hate kids," you hate being forced into a caretaking role.
you don't "hate kids," you hate censorship passed off as family values.
you don't "hate kids," you hate the constrictiveness of the nuclear family.
you don't "hate kids," you're just not used to occupying fully age diverse spaces so you're not used to the noise or the many different kinds of needs.
you don't "hate kids," most public spaces just aren't built for kids, and so the few kids you see are always uncomfortable and distressed.
you don't "hate kids," you hate the intense social rules assigned to kids and anyone who interacts with kids.
You don't "hate kids," you hate how society reproduces its most restrictive elements and how kids are powerless to resist it.
The tribes of Tumblr appeared to worship Apollo as their primary patron deity, most often under the epithet Apollo Spairahemon ("Apollo the Ball-Thrower") as a god of prophecy and sport. His name was typically invoked to celebrate a user blessed with uncommon prescience. Moments of prophecy were considered highly sacred and were often recorded, and such texts are sometimes accompanied by an artistic depiction of the god — either his traditional masculine image or, unusually, in the form of a young woman, which appears to have been an earlier style before a conservative shift toward more conventional iconography — preparing to cast a round rubber ball that our scholars believe was used in the sport known as "dodge ball". Much as other cults regarded his arrows as bringers of disease and health, this community believed that being struck by this ball would bestow prophetic visions.
Some icons are reproduced below:
An earlier depiction (c. 2020) of Apollo as a girl clad in a simple tunic and playing with other children. Figures are smiling and the image is brightly colored, indicating a celebratory outlook toward knowledge of the future.
A later piece (c. 2022) that resembles the traditional appearance of Apollo. References to childhood and play are omitted, and the god carries a more frightening aspect; perhaps this icon represented grim omens rather than good tidings.
The biggest reason 9/11 did not happen in brazil is because big jesus would have catched the plane and destroy the terorist. Second big reason is tjat world trade center wads not i nbrasil
Thinking about how fucking hilarious this line is. Imagine damning ur soul for all time only for the guy you just betrayed to be like "oh don't do a Judas, Judas". I'd be so mad like Lord u are not making that a thing 😭
☀️ The False Prophet and the Mother Priestess ☀️
Hypersomnia is crazy because it's like
I'll tell somebody that I'm really really really tired to the point I can't control if I'm asleep or awake.
"OoOoOh did you stay up too late???" no I went to bed at 9:00 PM, like always.
"So how early did you wake up???" 6:30 AM, like always.
"Did you wake up in the middle of the night?" no. I slept literally the whole time.
"Did you forget to have coffee?" nah I chugged that shit and then some. I have the caffeine tolerance of a horse now.
"Have you tried taking a nap?" Yeah. On the bus, in class, on the bus again, in the cafeteria while waiting for my next class, and I got inspired to write this post because I woke up drooling on the floor of the bathroom and realized I had fallen asleep again.
Please do your best to understand the situations of people with sleep disorders. It's not fun. It's not cool. It's not cute. It actually really hurts and disrupts our lives.
I remember growing up and thinking that all my pain was normal. Being chronically ill is so strange. Whats normal for me is not normal for others.
I remember being a kid, sleeping through every recess, not playing with friends because even running around wasted atleast half a days worth of energy.
The older I got the more my exhaustion became worse. Idiopathic hypersomnia is draining my life away, I don’t know what to do.
I hate having IH (idiopathic hypersomnia), I just recently got diagnosed but this condition has made my life hell for years.
For years I would cry to my mom about feeling like my body was dying with me in it, the feeling of exhaustion never leaving me. My friends having to deal with me needing naps all the time. No matter how much I slept, I never felt okay.
I’m glad that I have a name for my condition and medication, but this has made my life hell. People would tell me to sleep more, exercise more, relax more, ect. I would and it would never work. I would feel like the laziest piece of shit ever.
still shaking my head about that time my doctor and i were discussing how my Exhausted All the Fucking Time chronic illness had been getting gradually worse and i never had energy to do things
and he asked me "have you considered exercising more? that can increase energy"
to which i replied deadass staring him in the face "cool, sounds great, love to, but hey, doc. one question: with what energy do i do that"
and he just cringe-shrugged and changed the subject
upside to having idiopathic hypersomnia: i can fairly honestly say that my doctor has prescribed me meth and roofies in the hopes of treating my diagnosed case of the sleepytireds