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Random stuff ppl moving to WA might wanna know (that I don’t hear ppl talk abt):
-if u live near a small river u will occasionally experience routine log-removal traffic
-Seattle gets visited by a pirate ship each year
-woods that are not connected to a park have a 70% chance of being overran by brambles
-the main natural disaster in western wa is trees. I am only kinda joking.
- school may close due to bear.
-most of our stuff isn’t built for extreme temps. Ice storms and heatwaves above like 105 tend to cause structural and travel issues.
-roadkill is kinda just an ever present background noise
-Umbrellas are used… but only for full-on storms. They’re kinda just a hassle when u only use them from the car to the building. So unless it’s gonna soak you in 30 seconds…
-people often either quite like or straight up hate Seattle
-Lots of trails, few sidewalks
-Historical references that ppl outside of WA might not know of: Oso, the Grand Coulee Dam, The Equator shipwreck, Marysville Pilchuck High School, the Denny regrade houses
If Sir Ghirahim the Drama Queen gets a human form so does fi
Space pasta puns
So like if fancy smart scientists decided that the theoretical process of what happens when you enter a black hole is “spaghettification,” I think we should brainstorm what the other pastas would be.
The black hole thing is because of the “infinite stretching and squashing” I believe. So like. How does one become lasagnaed? Fettucinied? Farfalled?
Sketched the bois.
Never wanna draw sabito’s half of the haori ever again 💀
I didn’t mean to make giyuu look so sad but eh
It’s just literally so unnecessary
To everyone who says “you need to find a place to keep your things so you won’t lose them and keep them there every time”:
Bold of you to assume I am aware of setting something down.
I hold things and then they disappear into the abyss.
There is a very specific and painful uncomfortable infuriating frustrating dreadful sad feeling of desire, when you care so much about something, and you just want to tell someone about it.
To take a character and make someone else care about them they way you do
To show someone how fascinating a topic is
To demonstrate how intricate a story is, how intertwined the world is
To bundle up the bright, overflowing bundle of care/excitement/intrigue and share it so someone else can experience it too
…
But sometimes, perhaps often, there is no one to tell.
No one you haven’t bothered recently. No one who has a similar interest. No one who will be willing to read the outpour. No one who would care. No one you haven’t already handed a new interest.
And that desire to share, give, offer, show, and tell someone sours. It melts into a charred mass of dread in your stomach that seeps into the subject itself, if only a little.
Today while adventuring during low tide I found:
- 1 sock
- 4 golf balls
- kitchen knife
- suspicious burnt wood thing
- shipwreck
- broken fancy cane
- Good Stick
- door to fake kids safe
- tire that was 50% barnacle
- my will to live
Hello friends,
Please describe some of your favorite verbal stims and (if you remember) where it came from.
For example, some of my favorites are:
- chittering noise I’ve been told sounds like a baby dinosaur, a crow, or a cat (I have no idea when or where this started)
- the pop cat noise,,,,, which came from pop cat
- car blinker (came from me imitating the car blinker)
- going “mrmrmrmrmr” back and forth through the sides of my mouth (no idea)
