Not Fanart This Time But Just My Oc Noah From A Book I've Been Writing For Years Lol

bro i cant remember /hj or /lh or /pos or whatever. just sneeze like a normal dog so i know we’re only play fighting.

guy with 60hz monitor: i am enjoying playing this game

guy with 240hz monitor: Honestly if you were to conceive of the most efficient possible torture in terms of purely causing agony for as long as possible and also have your firstborn son killed in front of you during the torture it would not even be a tenth as bad as playing a game at 60 fps

Promise you'll treat me like a dog with a bite history and you're the last white girl with a savior complex on earth

Okay, I've got one I'm curious about:

Add in the tags if you feel like your favorite Pokemon is unpopular/an uncommon favorite.

My favorite is Ninjask, and I've only had a couple other people say it's also their favorite.

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

I’ve been playing so much sudoku. You have no idea how much sudoku I’m playing. Every time I close my eyes I see the grid. I’m making moves in my sleep. 179432568. 653897124. 824516937. 915683742. 246175893. 387249615. 561724389. 498351276. 732968451. This morning before I was fully awake I was playing sudoku in my head. I rise with the dawn. I’m a warrior of numbers. You’re nothing to me.

i abandoned a jar (with a child safety lock. this detail is salient) of 100mg edibles at my parents house last month because i didn’t want to fly with them and my mom called last night to inform me that my dad ate one without looking at what it was. thankfully just one!!!!!!! this man has never been high before!!!!!!!! blasted through that child safety lock and only stopped at one gummy because “it tasted like shit.” but them back where he found them and cooked dinner and then texted my mom in a panic when it hit because he felt bad. still had no clue he’d taken an edible until mom asked him if he ate anything weird. when my mom called me last night he was laying on the floor motionless and refused to move. and he stayed like that for 4 hours. he is fine this morning and reports having slept very well. he has been yelled at several times now to look at what the hell he’s putting in his mouth before he eats it.

when my shelter cat passes by me, he pauses for a second, and looks up. He is waiting for me to lean down, and touch my hand against his side, so that when he keeps walking, my hand skims across his fur. he doesn't really need attention. he has his own thoughts and plans. but after more than a year of living in our home, he has come to expect a moment of kindness whenever he crosses my path. if I don't do it, he will follow me. "where is your hand?" he asks, with his plaintive and impatient eyes. I give it to him. he bumps against it like a balloon before wandering away. this is a poem to me

sisters amiright? cant live with em, cant live without em