Oop Yeah This Is Going On The Blog. We Fucken Hate Ai In Here

reblog to tell the person you reblogged this from that what they create is wonderful

One day this is going to be applied to like, a meteor about to collide with the sun or something, and people will somehow make an act of doomsday into a love poem about a doomed romance wherein both parties inevitably collide and their lives literally crumble as a result of their union. A union of death and utter destruction and one that is inevitable in that its temptation is too great to bear.

Humans can romanticize anything. And not like the fear of nature romanticism. We just want everything to kiss, I think.

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

“I LIKED HIM EVEN BEFORE YOU ALL KNEW WHAT HE COULD BE!”

i strongly believe phoenix wright has been called a dilf at LEAST once. i also strongly believe he is extremely proud of this title

for my narumitsu enjoyers, miles edgeworth being deeply troubled at:

1. the existence of such a term and

2. the fact he was technically the original phoenix wright dilf truther without even realising

….

I feel the need to say again, that I am in fact, NOT a Tahitian clam, and don’t produce pearls, much less from my cooter, and would appreciate it if I wasn’t treated as such.

Also to that nurse who told me the speculum would ‘tickle’, WHAT THE FJUCK FREAK SHIT DO YOU GET UP TO IN YOUR SPARE TIME THAT, THAT SENSATION SPECIFICALLY IS A “TICKLE”?!?!

Anyways I unfortunately have to get it done AGAIN because the nurse disregarded me telling them that hey; I was on my period, and that I might be bleeding too heavily for them to get a good cell sample.

But what do I know, right? It’s not like this uterus of mine is attached to me specifically or anything…

I got my first pap done today.

If I never see another speculum again it’ll be too fucking soon.

I used to work as a cashier at a grocery store and literally had a middle aged lady go “you’re really good at organizing my groceries for me, other cashiers at the next store over don’t know how to do it the same way you do” (I could bag groceries and organize some of the self-brought trolleys that were full up in less than five minutes. The manager still wanted me to be somehow faster) and if that doesn’t sum up this entire post in one experience I don’t know what does.

Still got paid a “competitive” wage of the bare fucking minimum. Glad I left that place.

Worked there for two years and they treated me like shit for the majority of the time, and my labor skills weren’t even valued.

You can’t complain about a lack of skill due to high turnover rates and also claim said skills do not exist. Make it make sense.

I love these funky lil guys I have some

How about some neocaridina shrimp in lots of fun colors? Thanks 🫶 :)

You know what I find to be terribly ironic?

A healthcare CEO was killed and the only reason I know is because of the internet. My life didn’t end. The world didn’t stop turning. Healthcare is still being provided by overworked and underpaid and overqualified doctors, nurses, technicians, etc., across the country.

It’s almost like… CEOs…. Don’t serve a fucking purpose beyond being figure heads! They aren’t crucial to the continuing function of society!! And at the end of the day, they’re human and very mortal like the rest of us! Good for them!!

You know, I remember as a child, everyone made a big deal over security blankets and things during like, puberty and stuff. I still don’t know why. I never grew out of taking my blanket with me around the house, (never will) and when I go over to peoples houses. I have my favorite ones. They’re soft. It’s comforting to be Surrounded by soft. I’m not going to use your cold ass duvet that has the texture of a swimsuit. I’m going to cocoon myself in my silky soft polyester blankie that traps heat really well and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.

I will wrap myself up in it and walk around like I am royalty, and this is my cloak. I will have my cereal while sitting wrapped like a mummy. I will roam wherever I please with my blanket used as hood as though I am but a lonely, nameless traveler.

Suck my dick. Cry about it, if you need to. It’s literally a non issue. Just let people have their comfort items, and whoever wrote that in my puberty book or whatever saying you should slowly get rid of those comfort items in some twisted right of passage fashion is an asshole.

In hindsight, that book gave shitty advice. Good thing I disregarded most of it aside from the hygiene portion.

ALSO,

It my birfday :)

Happy new year to yall out there who celebrate! Be safe. Too many drunk accidents happen when people celebrate today.

I don’t mind the idea of him being demiro or demisexual at all, but I’m a bit biased I think /j

May 2025 bring upon the ace attorney fandom, a boom in aspec Phoenix art and fic.