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jyndor · 3 years
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i fell in love with so much music while working retail. like yeah i know a lot of workers hate the music and i get why, it's shitty quality and they play the same music over and over again.
but for me, i hadn't really been able to enjoy music from when i dropped out of college until i worked at cvs, so a good couple years. and music was previously a MASSIVE part of my life. good music was like stars behind my eyes, i'm not even exaggerating. but because of depression and trauma, i lost all interest in this thing that connected me to a better time in my life - until i started working retail a few years later, and then it became a distraction from the shitty customers and shittier policies, the stress of my mental illness and poorly treated adhd.
and that was when i first connected with a bunch of artists i hadn't really ever related to - one of whom was taylor swift. it wasn't so much that i related to high school romances at 23, but i remembered them - how so much of my love life was one-sided, or poorly timed, or just young and foolish. and there was so much healing i had to do for my inner teen cait, healing i'm still doing years later. and that music, all of that music that played in that garbage fire cvs, corporate pharmacy hell though it was, helped me begin to heal.
i would dance around that store that i felt such complicated feelings about (resentment because i was never good enough but fierce loyalty to the people i worked with) to love story and fifteen and i knew you were trouble and mine and so many others, and then later i couldn't stop listening to 1989, and all along the way, even after i ~left cvs~ i had friends who loved taylor from the time they were kids and never, ever treated me like i was a fake fan or some shit because i didn't know all the songs she ever wrote or that i came to it late.
and later, my friends at my waxing job and i squealed over lover, and the archer meant a lot to me as a sagittarius ofc, and then quarantine hit and nothing hit me like folklore/evermore did.
before then i had some lovely people try to reach me - emily/@grantairely im looking at you girl - but i was just So Not Ready to be a good friend to anyone.
so i have to be honest. even though i didn't grow up a taylor swift fan, i still had an emotional response to hearing her new recording of love story, and isn't that a good thing? artists don't speak to everyone at the same time.
have you ever read a book as a kid in school and not liked it, and then gone back as an adult and seen all kinds of new things in it?
and i think since taylor's story seems to be about growth, that's not out of step with her vibe.
(shout out to stevie wonder for being one of the other artists who helped me survive over four years of retail pharmacy hell)
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the-pasta-surveyor · 4 years
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TODAY in School there was a fish b :))))) his Name was don
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ramune-moved · 5 years
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if i get up now, maybe my Nan will take me to hobbycraft or the range
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lasersquid · 2 years
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peanut-squirelll · 2 years
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you are a small pinprick of light in the midst of a glowing web of universes so much larger than you, and yet you are them and they are you and you lie in their embrace like it's a hammock
i love how you spit witticisms and incredibly sideways comments with a constant grin, alive as can be
english may not be your first language but i can tell you right now that every word you speak resonates true in the air
go forth and speak wonders, finn, lord knows the world needs more of those
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miniiieevee · 2 years
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hands you some metadads
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intmtu · 6 years
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so I wanted to do issue #18 in colour and multi panel as a test to see how it would turn out because I want to do a full colour intmtu book which I am currently working on, issue #17 will be out tomorrow it’s a longer one so it takes more time to correct the panels but here you go, issue #18! also this is the first time I've put my name on my work but hi my name is Bxnshy and you can follow me on twitter @bxnshy 
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maidlights · 6 years
Conversation
TEMPEST: “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
URIAH: "Yes."
TEMPEST: "Cool. Kiss me."
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Do you know what was my bedtime when I was like, 10?
8 o'clock at night.
Now that I'm 23 you know what time my body decides it's time to pack it in?
9 o'clock.
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heyimboredtalktome · 2 years
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I love u tommy, you're a wonderful friend and anyone is lucky to know u. [insert emojis i cant use because im on desktop]
kejnemdmdkkskd whimsy i will cri ilysm istg
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the-pasta-surveyor · 4 years
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BOOK SEVEN ANNOUNCED
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warframestuff · 3 years
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@birb-is-the-worb 
Maybe this one works
Edit: Guess not :( Try this link if you want to save it
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theradioghost · 3 years
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Tell me about your favorite prehistoric winged creatures? :?
!!!!!
my true love in paleontology is the azhdarchids, the last and greatest of the pterosaurs. they do not look like they should fly! they just don't! and yet!
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(art by Michael B. H.)
and it does not hurt that we just cannot stop giving them the greatest possible names, of which my favorite is Cryodrakon boreas, "the ice dragon of the northern wind," shoutout to a fellow Canadian. Quetzalcoatlus, Phosphatodraco, Alanqua, Azhdarcho, we just keep naming em after mythical birds and dragons and giant serpents because this is essentially as close as we've ever had to a real ass dragon.
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THIS FLEW. THEY FLEW AND THEY WERE NOT FUCKING KIDDING AROUND
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(Matt Martyniuk, Mark Witton and Darren Naish)
motherfucker's head is bigger than a human being,
but what I really love about them is this. like all pterodactyls, on the ground they were actually quadrupedal. and they galloped. think of an animal roughly the size and shape of a giraffle, covered in shaggy feather-fur, running towards you on all fours.
my most-frequent favorite azhdarchid of any moment is Hatzegopteryx. if you've ever heard of insular dwarfism, where animals tend to get smaller on islands -- that theory was based on fossils from Hateg Island, where dinosaurs got real small. Hatzegopteryx, though, got big. it got bigger than almost anything else that ever flew -- a thirty-to-forty-fucking-foot wingspan!! -- living on islands with no large theropod predators, and developed a massive hatchet-like head, for eatin.
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(Mark Witton)
It is an unconscionable animal. Nothing about it looks real to the brain when you first see it. I fucking love it with all my heart.
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crimson-chains · 3 years
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After seeing your satoru gojo redraw, I would literally pay to see an anime done entirely in your artstyle tbh 😭
Hahaha, that would be a very different art style! XD
It would be interesting ^^
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fallingappleshurt · 3 years
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You can rest
Tommy and Tubbo faced Dream
TW// Death and Blood
Drabble or Something
The wind whipped around him, snow pricked his skin and sunk through his clothes. He held a lanky figure close to his chest, letting their head rest on his shoulder.
There was blood on his shirt.
Tubbo held Tommy gently, resting his cheek against his hair. Dark crimson was splattered against the snow. Tommy was shaking.
There was blood gushing from his nose and ears, some trickling from his mouth.
Tommy gasped, sharp hiccuping breathes, fingers weakly brushing against Tubbos sleeve, jaw set tight with shrinking determination.
He was still fighting.
Tubbo grabbed Tommy’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Tommy coughed, wheezing, his shoulders shook.
“You don’t have to keep fighting anymore Tommy.” Tubbo said, his vision blurred as hot tears burned his numb cheeks. Tommy coughed again. “It’s okay, you don’t have to fight anymore.”
Tommy presses his head into Tubbos shoulder, his breathing was swallow, his grip on Tubbos hand was weakening, his eyes were clouding.
“You can rest now Tommy, you can rest.” Tubbo's voice broke.
Tommy's swallow breathes slowly faded, his hand going limp in Tubbos.
Tubbos sobs were lost in the wind.
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