Me: *listening to Cub's newest episode where he does lots of math about whether 1x1 caving or tunnel bores are faster for like 10 hours*
Me: *listens to him making an actual equation for things after mining for like 20 hours*
Me: ... I think Cub is hoarding the server's braincells
Doc too
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I want y'all to know that I have eighty-seven posts currently queue'd for the healthcare AU blog and I've only gotten as far back as June.
Y'all better say thank you is all I'm saying.
Also, you're gonna get free entertainment watching me steadily lose my sanity in the tags as the days progress XD
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Im about 1.5/2 weeks out of finishing and being able to post an art piece ive been working on forever.
Im also abt 2 weeks out of the year anniversary of having started said project.
Im. I'm going insane. Tf??? How has it been that long??
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cw for mentions of reality checking
was reading this local newspaper today and there was a section on horoscopes, so I decided to check my sign (pisces) and found this 😨
wtfff coffee news you can’t be saying that??? I’m not delusional and have never been reality checked, but holy crap this gave me whiplash
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I stayed up late Thursday to watch the first half of Critical Role and was so stunned by the events up to the break that I had to watch the VOD early and get the rest of it into my eyeballs, instead of waiting until Monday to watch the rest on Youtube like I normally do.
And all I can seem to do now is say "what the fuck? what the fuck? what the FUCK?!?!" over and over again
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If I keep up my weekly schedule, I'll post the final comic to tumblr on January 30th
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When you’re watching Hilarie Burton Morgan live on her instagram and you’re...uhm...distracted lol.
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So I made a mistake with scheduling earlier and my mom said it was CRUEL. Yeah, uh huh, a sick person going through an intense health treatment that makes them more sick for awhile is CRUEL for fucking forgetting an appointment day/time.
She also kept telling me she treats me like a child because adulting makes me suicidal.
I… I almost tried very hard not to be here 12 hours ago. Archer talked to me, and after Loki yelled at my mom for making me cry he came and cuddled with me.
I thought I didn’t deserve anything. I didn’t deserve my belongings, I didn’t deserve my room, I didn’t deserve food, I didn’t deserve to breathe, and I certainly didn’t deserve my cat. After a few minutes cuddling with Loki my thoughts began to change, and I started planning what I could do with Loki later. (Though I definitely think she’ll use me reacting to abuse badly [oh wow, who wouldn’t?] as an excuse to not take Loki to the vet. She doesn’t even believe he’s sick, even when he has post-ictal symptoms right fucking in front of her.)
The thoughts have gone… back and forth. A lot. But now I just realize how ridiculous it is that I am 25 and she treats me like a child because I’m mentally ill. I also tried telling her she treated me like a child at a recent doctor’s appointment, and she denied the entire thing.
She literally started off some of her bs yesterday with, “I’m not being cruel, but this is why I treat you like a child,” after I said I know HOW to adult, but I literally want to die every time I do. So. Fucked. Up.
She also said she won’t help me with appointments AT ALL if she can’t treat me like a child. She needs to fucking stop with these ableist ultimatums and her fucking black and white thinking. She also asked why I can’t just do the appointments on my own. I don’t know, Beth, maybe it’s the fucking seizure disorder. Maybe there are a ton of potential triggers I’d come across in an uber. Maybe I can’t fucking speak for myself when I’m that sick. Maybe I will feel dizzy and need a god damn wheelchair that I can’t fucking push because my wrist is in a splint. Maybe I have an emergency med that someone ELSE has to administer because I wouldn’t fucking be able to.
I also believe she’ll use all this as a reason not to get me a wheelchair. She’s already being a bitch about that one. She kept saying she’d get one from her friend, and when I tried to be dead serious about it she said it wouldn’t fit in the car or the apartment. Thanks for getting my fucking hopes up that I could get help. And oh no, I’m apparently a bitch for wanting to kill myself for being abused because I’m sick, so I don’t deserve any help whatsoever and it’d be better if I just suffer. Thanks, Mom. /s 🖕
I just cannot believe she also said she would continue to abuse me. I’m sorry, but how does that help anyone? Guess it certainly helps herself. Well, she can go fuck herself.
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I really don't gel with the narrative of "all the Dragula girls are fake as fuck and prove Melissa's point by not going to check on her" because like if someone had just let me have it that they hate me and I'm a two-faced bitch I'd think neither of my supposed faces would be the one she'd want comforting her.
Nor do I think either of my faces would want to comfort her. Man you just eviscerated me and I'm supposed to make YOU feel better???? No thanks.
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Hot damn that arc for Fontaine went HARD. Literal tingles down my spine when the truth was revealed and everyone got their just desserts.
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