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bones-n-bookles · 1 year
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Re: my last reblog i kept trying to Not Ramble in the tags and failing bc im incapable of shutting up so. Venty ramble in these tags instead of my mutuals lol
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soft-girl-musings · 1 month
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good news: ren faire dress has been delivered!!
bad news: the friends waited until this week to share that our may schedules likely do not line up for a trip :(
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simplyghosting · 2 months
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Had been painting in my room (only place I figure I can) but had to switch my previous art table out for a smaller one and it’s still workable but suddenly I’m terrified of dropping paint on the carpet and I’m furious because I want to paint something using ultramarine blue so bad but uuuuauuauaaaagghhhhg
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the audacity of able bodied people is so wild it would be hilarious if it wasn't actively destroying lives across the nation
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drumlincountry · 1 year
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There's this beautiful radiant white haired woman in my writers group & she's a retired art therapist who is now a full time carer of her mother & we've spoken a lot about the agonies of having very broken family members including young men u love (her son & nephews, my brother & cousins) becoming drawn towards neonazi ideologies when you can literally REMEMBER when they were gentle young boys who loved the world ....... & today I randomly ran into her and her son in a coffee shop and somehow I agreed to going with him to a "helping refugees learn English through casual conversation" event tomorrow. Help.
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apotelesmaa · 5 months
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Idk who needs to hear this but you cannot flush tampons down the toilet. Look at me. I am being so serious. You cannot do this. You cannot do it in any toilet regardless of where it is. I’m sorry if nobody told you this. It will clog the pipes. The purpose of a tampon is to expand and prevent liquid from getting through an opening. You cannot flush it. Sewage water will begin to come out of the toilet. The little signs and trash cans in the stalls of public restrooms are not there for fun they’re there so you don’t have human waste flood the bathroom. Throw your tampon away. Please.
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alexjcrowley · 10 months
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Okay so you know when you say "some things are great in a story but they would suck/be scary af in real life"?
If you came across enough posts of my blog, you know I am moving to Germany, but I am still (desperately) looking for an apartment. I am writing email left and right responding to every offer on the market that fits my bare necessities.
I came across this room rented by this guy, he says to write in behalf of his mother looking for a roommate. It's overall a bit fishy, but I can't afford to be picky. I write an email, hoping he won't answer like the majority of other landlords did.
He answers me just the day after sending the email and at first I'm like "OH MY GOD SOMEONE ANSWERED ME" but then I red the email.
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So, I have my reasons to not trust this guy (as I said even the offer sounded a little fishy), but who knows, maybe he is telling the truth, maybe one should grant him the benefit of the doubt. Someone else, though, not me.
Point is this would probably make a banger beginning for a fake/pretend relationship fic, but in real life? I am very creeped out and I want to fucking run.
I am not sure there's a moral to this story except I can't believe this really happened to me. It's wild. And it this is a scam has it ever worked with anyone, my dear Guy Whose Name I Will Not Mention? I hope, for the sake of a lot people, not.
Always beware of scams and creeeps, anyway.
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beeseverywhen · 11 months
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god the duality between 'I don't want someone in my house' and 'yeah I'd like my own kids and no way I'm doing that alone'
#like ppl who don't want kids should be free to live their lives without ppl being like 'watch out! your biological clock is ticking!'#that's bullshit ppl shouldn't say that. but also. i would like kids and#after so many years trying not to get pregnant and that seeming like a worst case scenario. so desperately wanting to not become my parents#now i am an age where I'd happily have a kid if i were in the right life situation & i don't feel I've got all the time in the world anymore#lol like. the space in between 'too young to have a baby' and 'old enough that i risk more health issues/ will be an older parent'#feels way way narrower than i ever would have assumed lol. esp. because all the parents in my family are so young. the idea of being an#older parent is so strange to me. I'm so aware of the things you can't do when you're older and how it's harder work to run after them#and like my body is already wearing out way faster than anyone elses. my health's only gonna get worse so.#being an older parent just doesn't seem an option. not to mention like. the older i am the less generations I'll get to see.#i want to be a great grandmother damnit. lol.#like I'm on a clock. to get over my commitment issues or it legit won't happen. but yeah. can't think of anything worse than having#to have someone in my house. if i was rich enough to have lots of space that's one thing but. I'm not lol.#and rich ppl rub me up the wrong way whenever they try and chat me up so doubt I'm gonna marry in to money looool#like i have come to terms with the fact that. if it doesn't happen it doesn't happen. id rather not get to be a mother than to settle#like that whole 'looking for a partner' dating life is not for me i can't think of anything worse. if it happens it happens#I'll either meet the right person who im willing to give up an empty house for or i won't looool#and it's not like im giving up the whole raising kids thing completely.#like I've got to play a significant hand in raising my siblings even if i didn't ask for that. I've got to see them grow and#help them reach those milestones. and whatever the circumstances I'm blessed to have had them in my life#even if i don't have my own kids I'm always gonna have kids in my life even if I'm an aunt rather than grandmother you know#I'm lucky to be in a family where raising kids is a communal thing. but yeah id love to have my own kids & have someone that looks like me#but I'm not willing to bring someone in to the world in non opportune circumstances deliberately.#like if it's up to me i want them to have 2 parents to look out for them and 2 parents that at least stand a chance of liking each other lol
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fingertipsmp3 · 2 years
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Ah yes, my favourite time of year: the time when we figure out what the hell to get my grandma for her birthday
#it isn’t until august but it requires careful planning in advance#the woman is.. particular. about her tastes. and she is VERY vocal if she doesn’t like something#yes even if it’s a gift#she can legit be so rude.. she told the sales assistant in a car dealership ‘i don’t like coffee from these places’#like ma’am what the hell does that MEAN#but she’s also the only reason i have any level of financial security. she helps me out a lot and i do love her even though she’s ridiculous#so we (me and my mom) have got to figure out what to get for her. especially since my uncle (only other descendant) is useless#he is going to give her a card and some random item someone gave him that he doesn’t want. guaranteed.#best case scenario is that it might be edible. worst case scenario it’s a repeat of the ugly bird clock incident of 2020#(my granddad got rid of that thing by giving it to a recently bereaved neighbour. as if they didn’t already have enough problems)#anyway. so my usual go-to is to buy her jewellery of some kind but i’ve sort of bought myself into a hole with that#because she absolutely loves the bee necklace i bought her for mother’s day last year and hasn’t stopped wearing it since#and she also keeps wearing the opal earrings from christmas. so i’m a bit like.. what do i do now#my mom suggests ‘book’ but my grandma reads more than anybody and neither of us volunteer at the library anymore#so we can’t find out What she’s reading without committing a comedy heist or possibly bribing my old supervisor#i’m in favour of picking a random slightly lesser-known murder mystery author; or maybe buying her the new ruth ware since we know for sure#she’s never read ruth ware & she’d probably like her & also she can’t physically have read a book that’s not out yet#so. that. and probably some dark chocolates from her favourite chocolate shop#and i might knit her a case for her glasses since she really liked the one i made for mine and was making a huge fuss of it. idk though#i just want to do right by her since my uncle is an idiot and also she’s literally just bought me a trip to america. so.#i’ll think on it#personal
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yoshifawful64 · 1 year
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imwritesometimes · 2 years
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this is cruel and unusual fuck the sun very much 🤬
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gumtub · 24 days
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My mom reminds me of Leslie knope in a million little ways. Loves politics and is an idea person and friendly and all that. And she also is a person who loves clutter and candy. Remember that episode where we see Leslie’s house. That’d be my moms house if I let her. Like a table full of birdhouses. Newspapers from 1988. My mom needs all that stuff. She bought about 30 marigold flowers on impulse and left me to deal with them and she keeps putting junk in the front yard and I have to tell her mom you look absurd doing this please please stop I’m trying so hard to make your house livable and she fights me and ignores me all day long. She’s a Gemini and talking to her is like I have repeat and repeat and fight and shout against her own thoughts in order to be heard.
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deadsetobsessions · 5 months
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Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.
(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)
(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)
Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.
He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.
“Danny!”
“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”
“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”
Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.
“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”
“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”
Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.
“Kay, kiddo.”
She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.
“You’re just a teenager.”
“Well, you’re a just a kid.”
Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.
Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.
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“Jason.”
“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.
“There’s… a meta.”
“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.
“A child. In Crime Alley.”
“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.
“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”
“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.
Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”
Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.
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Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.
“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”
Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.
“You’re fucking weird-”
“Language!” He squawks.
“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”
“Boss?!”
The kids ignores his alarmed face.
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kaizokuseb · 11 months
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texts between me and my mother. now she already knows that my brain is a Worst Case Scenario Generator, but i don’t think i should tell her i had the brief thought that she’d had a mental breakdown and was running away to georgia lmao
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tangerinesunbeam · 1 year
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saintslaughter-a · 1 year
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terrible news i only have indica and i dont wanna take a nap im tired enough as is
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