#he’s a stress toy now

[oneroomjestershow]

blehhh

below the cut there is uhhhh video

what does this even mean

i love that video

i often forget that they can wear glasses i would pass by him and fog them just to annoy but i think he would love that

[moeblob]

Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.

[toytulini]

the white corys were so fucking easy to scoop out on Saturday. zero prey instinct. no attempt to escape or avoid at all. if i didnt already know theyre just Like This id think they were sick. theyre just stupid. theyre going to give me an ego thatll be defeated the first time i try to scoop any other fish

[megpricephotography]

Heading home through the woods on a sunny January afternoon. It’s so lovely that the days are slowly, slowly getting longer again - sunset is now at 4.30pm & what a difference it makes! 

[vellichorom]

Thierry, the stress toy of the narraverse

that would explain a lot,

[holographings]

sketches of the skeezies from the past couple of days

[inamindfarfaraway]

Are we going to think about the implications of most of the shoppers in Black Friday being parents, presumably of fairly young children?

I don’t believe a nuclear bomb was dropped on Hatchetfield at the end. It makes no sense for Russia to target a random small town on an island instead of an actually important (to the mundane world) place. I generally don’t like the accidental nuking of Moscow and WWIII breaking out, because it kinda makes all the characters’ development and accomplishments feel wasted if Wiggly still in a way succeeds in bringing Earth and humanity to ruin, but I digress. The town is not destroyed.

Which gives the ending much more weight to me. It means that everyone has to live with the consequences of their actions. Or… not live, as it were.

Imagine you’re one of the rioters who got a Wiggly and ran, which many did, hence the cult hunting down the last one left in the building. That means we’re talking about 849 people. Imagine triumphantly opening your front door, finally crossing the threshold into the safety of your home with your precious cargo, your beloved child’s dream toy. Except your child never even wanted it. You were so swept up in your desire to make Christmas perfect that you never even bothered to ask them before putting so much time aside to get ahead in that line, time you could have done so much more with. What kind of a parent are you? The adrenaline crashes and the spell breaks and the realization hits you like a hammer to the teeth: it was all for nothing. You’re exhausted and injured. You attacked your fellow human beings like a starving animal. For those moments, you genuinely did not care if anyone else was okay. All your morals just - evaporated. And it was all utterly, miserably pointless. You can lie, downplay it, put all the blame on mob mentality and your sleep deprivation, but you can’t forget. You can never forget.

Imagine you’re one of those rioters' partners or friends, shaken to learn that someone so close to you, who you love and trust and have always believed to be a good person, could be capable of such callousness and violence over something so arbitrary. Imagine the questions that raises. What if they hurt someone again? What if they hurt me? Or, if they themselves aren’t any more evil than I thought… if I’d waited outside that store all night or longer, would I have snapped like that? What damage could I inflict in the right circumstances? I’m a good person, aren’t I? Is every good person just a bad person waiting to happen?

Imagine you’re one of the kids, having to go on knowing your parent, your hero, drew blood in your name. Imagine hearing about the riots on the news and the spike of terror as it registers that your parent could die at any moment, bruised and trampled on a cold floor. And you wouldn’t be there. They come home at last and you rush into their arms. But far from relieved, their eyes are haunted; they’ve stared into hell and seen their reflection.

Imagine you’re one of the kids, waiting for your dad to come home. Things have been rough since he lost his job when the plant closed, and he’s been really stressed and to be honest so have you, but at least you’ll still spend Christmas together, right? Right?

[constantlyquestioningg]

recently learned that having some form of inanimate audience present does in fact help me work better

[bylertruther]

thinking abt byler with their dog watching a movie on the couch all snuggled up in some blankets (plural, bc will hogs them & leaves mike to freeze to death [will rejects these slanderous claims, says mike's being a big baby]).. their dog's got its head in mike's lap and his feet against will's ribs in the weirdest most endearing position ever that cannot possibly be comfortable And Yet. mike scratches n rubs the little mongrel's chest n asks him if he's enjoying their boys night. This Is Real n True

[piplupod]

wtf do ppl ask for on their bdays, this is so difficult goddamn

this is the most ridiculous and first-world problem to have but im trying desperately to think up anything that i could ask for this year bc my bday is coming up and my mother is asking for a wishlist from me, but all i can think of is either things she would judge me for (plushies, cute decor like figurines, etc) or expensive stuff like an external harddrive - i'll probably still put that on the list just in case fdsjkl my sister asked for some wickedly expensive stuff this year, maybe more than one person can go in on it together to get one for me oughhh i hate this though bc it makes me feel greedy and selfish fsfdjkl gifts stress me out so badly

im desperately wracking my brain to come up with maybe art supplies that i dont have yet but i think i have mostly everything that i can use for now and that is easily acquired (i dont want parents to have to go searching for shit online fdsjkl that makes them cranky w me) and that i can use without having to have five other tools at my disposal already so,,, augh. hrm. sigh.

[the-silent-hashira]

me, watching Demon Slayer: yknow im not super interested in the villains actually this time

me, getting to the Hashira: hmm.

me, watching the train arc: oh no

[eggedwitches]

Guys no one told me stellarlune was out i just suddenly got alot of posts about how fitz is a whiny bitch and was ruined like 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

[sscrambledmeggss]

I love my family so much, but sometimes I really just want to move out

[toytulini]

I barely moved you! you have such a nice spacious pot now thats too big for the spot your ridiculous little kcup used to fit in! you dont need to start getting Long about it you fussy little shit!

(image ID. in alt text, its a bit long tho sorry, i didnt know how to condense it)

[perereiii]

I almost feel bad for the little crochet duck keychain we just got

[gohandinhand]

THIS

SWEET FLUFFY SQUEAKY BOY

BROUGHT THIS

(*Not actual picture, just representation)

INSIDE THE HOUSE

ON THIS DAY 9TH OF MARCH, 2024