#presentation monitor

[nanavuu]

911 yes please help there’s a girl outside my door she won’t leave me alone please come help me

different versions! (without overlays + without color fixes)

[unalivejournal]

I don't think about my ocd itself a lot because it's so ingrained into my daily routine but it is really funny to me. I live by a completely different set of rules to the average person and I always forget that no one else knows the rules. When I see someone break them it's a jumpscare

[fuujinlol]

KITTEN

[askchilchuck]

*hands Chilchuck a huge bouquet of flowers and runs away. There's a note that apparently thanks him for existing and making everyone happy*

Oh, uh, thank you? Why’d they run away…

[gothhabiba]

"children should not be on social media. parents should not allow their children to be on social media. I had the best childhood of anyone I know,"

yes. we can tell.

[jonathanbyersphd]

WIP Wunday

“So you want to go to an East Coast school?” Miss Kelley probes, making him regret saying anything. “Yea yea I guess” he shrugs, unwilling to admit that New York or nowhere has been carved into his desk since he was ten. When he was six, NYU seemed like the furthest place from Hawkins. Obviously, he knows better now and maybe it's wishful thinking but he can't shake the feeling he belongs in New York. Besides, he can't picture himself or Nancy in California. “Do you have anywhere in mind?” she presses, with a knowing look. “I don't know," he lies for the hundredth time hoping that she'll give up once and for all. “Well what about your mom?” she asks casually, turning his world on its axis. “What?” he gapes, trying to ignore the sudden churning in his stomach. “Where did she want to go to school?” she elaborates. He truly doesn’t know this time. He swallows hard trying to ignore the shame. Seventeen years and he never thought to ask once about mom’s life before him and Will. Sure, he knows the basics; she grew up in Hawkins, Lonnie only married her to dodge the draft, her dad died when Jonathan was a baby. But, the only time they ever talked about college was his future, not her past.

Miss Kelley is patiently waiting for his answer and he knows that if he doesn’t give one soon she will say his name the same way Nancy does when he zones out while driving. “I don't know” He responds earnestly, “I've never asked and she's worked at Melvalds since it was a diner” “I didn't know it used to be a diner” she muses with a smile. “Yea uh, I learned to read from the menus” he informs. “What?” “You know when I was younger she'd seat me on the counter with all my stuff and I started memorizing the menus while she was working. Next thing mom knows I'm the one reading Curious George at bedtime.” he grins fondly. But Miss Kelley isn’t smiling, if anything she looks concerned like when he mentioned to Nancy that he had perfected making mac and cheese at seven. “It-it wasn't an all the time thing just when my Aunt Darlene or Mrs Wheeler couldn't watch me” he corrects, hoping that it’s enough to throw her off the trail. His fond childhood memory suddenly feels tainted. Another to add to the traumatic recollections. “And where was your dad?” she pushes.

[iniziare]

Alternates between this, and this because power of motivational music, as I insist on finishing these asks and then resuming to the dating asks. Am I still accepting them? Maybe, yes, that is if you're interested in paragraphs. Okay, but seriously, I'll try to shorten them. I'm capable of this, I am, I am.

[thanatoseyes]

The only way I can think of describing my psychotic experience is how a computer tower is it's own separate entity. That's the body. It's physically there. And normally you have one monitor. That's what you see and that's what I see, but with the psychosis it's like someone hooked up another monitor and now there's just a YouTube video constantly playing on that screen. No matter what I try to do and how many times I tell myself the first screen is the real one. It's what I'm supposed to be seeing there's always that second screen.

[2hoothoots]

WAIT IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY????? OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE PSYCHONAUTS ENJOYER YOU ARE SO COOL I HOPE YOU GET SOME NICE PRESENTS AND CAKE

(it was yesterday but) thank you!! i got a milk frother

[noomyguts]

the way this show wants us to view darby as a hacker/crime prodigy, but then writes them working with lee/andy, talking to ray constantly about their investigation, going on a remote mission with someone who told them to stop asking questions, sharing every bit of info they gather with anyone who'll listen to them

I know they're only like four days into the retreat, and darby has no allies or connections, but like c'mon, that's who u decide to trust and speak to within this retreat?

[daydreamerdrew]

Captain Marvel (1968) #14

[exyglass]

I need to remind myself not to push myself at work.

For the next two weeks I have to do the job of two people. I can barely keep up with the work and there always seem to be more once I do catch finally catch up. It's astonishing how companies will rely on two people to work and if one of them goes on vacation/calls out then the other is just kinda fucked until they're back. I'm happy my coworker is on vacation as he needed it but geeze. I just need to not get stressed about the work piling up and accept that I'm not going to be able to do everything that comes my way each day. If the company wanted to avoid that, they'd have hired more people for this role.

[ghcstcd]

when your computer monitor breaks

[thenarrativefoil]

im gonna b̵̛͙̯̦̜̥̹̙̳̈͛́l̸͔͒̀̍͌̇o̴̧͚͉͍̠̮̺̫͐͘͜w̵̢̪͖̩̬͔̬͖͉̾͠ ̵̣̥͕͓͛̆u̸̧̳̪͍̤̗̅̒́̉̈́p̸̣͉̟̜͓͎̱̜̍͆̉̄ ̴̨̭̼̟̱͎̊͛͋̂̇́͘͜͠͝��a̸͚̖̞̜̪̯͕͋̎̌̃ļ̴̥̖͚̳͙̈̔ͅl̸̡͙͉̫̍̅̍̐͂͂̈́͠͠ ̴̛̰̼̜͓̘̅̈́͌ç̶̮̣̋̑̅̚͝͝ö̷̝̰͎͎̹͛̒̋̓̽m̷̺͕̗͙͙̟̦͑͆̃͌̿̔͂́p̶̢͕̄̈́́̿͐̓ǘ̴͔͘t̵̫́e̷̲͙̤͖̥͔͑͘r̶̺̫̠̖̫̊s̵̺̹̊͒͂͌̍̍́ bc MINE isnt WORKING

[annoyingalchemist]

Man whenever somebody mentions medical trauma I instinctively go "oh well I dunno much about that most of my experiences have been pretty positive" and then remember the two? weeks I was held hostage in inpatient and the subsequent six months of drug addled, painful recovery, which has left me with a permanent fear of things under my skin or restricting my movement, the latter of which is so severe that I apparently wake up in a panic if my boyfriend accidentally shifts his leg on top of mine.

Your brain is so good at lying to you y'all. It's fucked up.