You can call me Dusty (for now, I’m feelin it out), 24, any pronouns, Jewish || Supernatural, dean-coded dean/casgirl (gn) || Boku No Hero Academia bakugou-coded kirigirl || lots of other random stuff.
Hey, you can call me Dusty (for now, I’m trying it out).
Still trying to figure out how to organize my tags but here’s what I have for now, below the cut
I'm starting to get smile lines.
How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face
How metal to have lived a life where your face now pre-warns people not to fuck with you
How resilient to have cared so strongly that empathy is now visibly displayed on your face
My wife likes to make fun of me for being an English major, and the other day she claimed that "verb" was a big word, which inspired me to write this poem.
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A Poem Where I’m Not Allowed To Use Words More Than Three Letters Long
How can I say,
bit-by-bit
and jot-by-jot
all that I—
Ass.
Let me try it new.
You are my odd gal,
the mad pal I wed.
You bug me all day,
and in our bed, too.
Yet you are the one,
the sky and all may
see me say, for me.
I beg you not ax my wry pen,
but say—you, who are my sun
and all my air, I bid you now to
say, too, I am the one for you,
For if not I will be oh, so low,
but if you do?
Yay!
A Poem Where I’m
Not Allowed To Use Words More
Than Three Letters Long
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Like genuinely it is unquantifiably fucked up insane horror how many times the U.S. government has deliberately created fascist dictatorships and enabled genocides and funded terrorism all over the world in order to just weaken other nations or force them to depend on our own military for help, and how this isn’t a conspiracy theory but openly available public information, but neither right wing nor left wing journalism breathes a word about it and there’s no ongoing outrage or backlash against it from within this country nor is it discussed in most public education settings. It only ever gets addressed at all by independent authors, comedians, cartoonists and bloggers. It gets passed around in clickbait articles as Fucked Up History Trivia though it still continues even now and the aftermath of even the earliest cases is still killing and oppressing people. There are entire generations of multiple countries growing up in poverty and misery because of Henry Kissinger alone.
The best fictional men are the ones that allow themselves to be rescued by a pretty girl that could fight god and win and just. Stare at her. Blushing. In love. Because they're just like "wow. She is so strong and so beautiful I must be her wife."
And rather than being salty about it or trying to one-up her they just help her in her time of need and always try to humbly return the favour and be her ally. So rather than having the thought process of "ugh I can't believe a girl saved me :/" it's "wow I can't believe such a strong and pretty girl was willing to use her power to help me!" (The right line of thinking tbh)
turns out crested gecko feets can’t stick to Mac screens very well
a comedy in 3 parts
[id: Trifle, a brown and orange spotted crested gecko, sliding down a MacBook screen slowly while trying to climb]
“credit goes to the artist! :)”
well unfortunately it really fucking didn’t, is the thing
not enough people really know what credit is for, so it bears repeating:
if I see art I like and want to see more of it, Credit is what gets me to the artist so I can see more of it.
If I’m writing a novel and I see an art style that would be perfect for a cover design, credit is what gets me to the artist so I can pay them for a commission.
If I see something I know my partner would love, credit is what takes me to the website of the artist where I can buy a poster that the original artist gets paid for.
If I see Plagiarism, I need to know who to notify to stop stealing my art, and if they don’t who to report.
Most artists (even the ones with thousands of followers) have a hard time making a living off of art. Giving credit means giving a pathway to the source.
Saying you didn’t make it isn’t the point, you need to say who did.
Saying you didn’t
make it isn’t the point, you
need to say who did.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Average color of US states based on satellite imaging.
fond of the average by county version of this:
also the world version:
Australia is really out there doing her own thing
