Can We Calm Down And Agree That All Eyes Are Pretty And Special?? THEY ARE. I Have Beautiful Honey Syrup

Can we calm down and agree that all eyes are pretty and special?? THEY ARE. I have beautiful honey syrup eyes that look just a little bit mossy green after I’ve cried like they’re trying to regrow my happiness or like the thriving ecosystem just below the surface has been released for just a moment. My eyes are freshly made caramel. My eyes are fucking delicious and you’re arguing about the color of the sky or whatever. Shut up. Eyes are always pretty.

I think it should be illegal to make a fictional character with blue eyes, choose something else.

My new OC/persona Myriad, their cat Kaleidoscope, and a group picture with them and my bestie/malewife’s OC/sona Moon and her cat Scribbs.

I quite like him, he’s vaguely human-shaped but very adaptable. And yes, she changes color to match her surroundings chameleon-style, mostly because it means less effort and more fun for me. And yes, they use all the different pronouns because I’m gender-fluid, and I’ve even been thinking about neopronouns lately, so… xi gets to try them out for me.

And yes, the cats are definitely not regular cats, they’re definitely from space and they’re some weird powerful species or something idk. Scribbs is a delight and has planets around her head, and Kali is full of disdain for all life and has purple stripes.

Also, the way people use colors so one-dimensionally is very sad. Yellow happy, blue sad, red mad… it’s ridiculous. So I’ve outlined Myriad’s system. It’s more tone and intensity than good-bad. Thank my interpersonal communication teacher for encouraging us to stop associating emotions with being positive or negative.

Well, let me know what you think, and share your favorite ocs and sonas! And if you like moon and Scribbs and art style that clearly doesn’t match the others, or you’re looking for jacksepticeye ego content, go find my bestie moonscribbs on Instagram.

Yes, I did get the sense that she was hiding something.

This. This needs to be recognized. I’ve been trying to try new foods lately even though it’s so hard and so frustrating because I can only deal with like 1/20 of them, but dang, when people make comments like this it’s so uncomfortable— “Yea, I don’t like this stuff either, but I’m so hungry.” & “You said you were hungry, why aren’t you eating?” & “What, so you’re just gonna starve?”

I’m so grateful that I have irl friends who don’t judge me for not eating normally. When my one friend makes burgers at a watch party, we’ve established I don’t eat them, and he tries to keep plain tortilla chips around for yours truly. That’s friendship. Because I really wouldn’t be able to eat the burgers, even though they smell nice and I think it’s neat that he makes them! I’d love to participate… but I just can’t.

I made myself eat a granola bar recently. Least bad brand I could find. It took me an hour, a lot of coaxing, and I almost threw up three times.

If I got hungry enough for it, I would genuinely eat paper before eating ham, sausage, corn, or any godforsaken casserole. Again, even if I tried to eat this stuff, it’s not about whether I want to, my body physically rejects it and I’ll just throw up, then I’ll be worse off than I was at the start!

How hungry would you have to be before you’d eat, say… a live worm? Feel it squirm in your mouth and chomp down? That’s how hungry I’d have to be before I could choke down a snickers.

It’s not a choice. I’m not just “picky.” I understand that it’s difficult, frustrating, hard to wrap your head around, but BELIEVE ME, I’m more frustrated than you are. Don’t judge me if I swing by McDonalds before we meet up. I’m not making you eat whatever I eat, all I ask is to be given the same courtesy. Just leave it alone.

Kind of a random hill to die on rn but "You'd eat this thing you hate if you got hungry enough" does not set a reasonable expectation of what "hungry enough" means for people with food problems.

Like, are we talking "stomach grumbling" hungry enough, or "can't stand up" hungry enough? Cause personally, I can make myself eat a bit of a pork chop if I'm barfy and shaking and can't see straight anymore, but if it's down to "black out for three days and wake up angry and confused" or "willingly swallow prosciutto", I'm having sleep for dinner. And I know this from experience.

People without food problems don't seem to understand this and it drives me insane. "Hungry enough" is for shit like chewing drywall because the alternative is death or cannibalism.

If I say I can't eat something, It means I can't eat it. It Is Not Edible To Me. It's not even appetizing. It literally does not register as food. You might as well hand me a rubber duck.

And it's frustrating!! Trust me, I wish I wasn't like this, too!! This isn't a choice!! I know it can be rude!! It's embarassing!! It's complicated and annoying and irrational!! That doesn't fix the problem!!

I just wish people didn't treat this sort of thing as "being picky" or lacking willpower or basic manners or something. I can't make myself eat certain foods the way you probably couldn't cut your own fingers off. Does that make sense? It's not just food. Fuck

THATS THE GUY’S NAME???? YOU’RE KIDDING ME. THATS A MOVIE CEO SUPERVILLAIN. THATS NOT A REAL PERSON.

The dramatic irony just seeping out of this situation is delectable.

"Private submarine carrying several billionaire tourists goes missing while surveying the wreckage of the Titanic."

Well, it had to happen eventually. This is where big-ticket extreme tourism and shooting untrained assholes into space and such was always going to lead – frankly, it's surprising that it took this long for a major incident to crop up.

"One of the missing passengers is the president and CEO of the company that owns and operates the submarine."

Huh. Well, points for putting his money where his mouth is, I guess. I wonder if–

"The missing CEO's name is Stockton Rush."

Oh, bullshit. That's not a real person – that's the name of a guy who builds an inexplicably 1950s-themed underwater theme park and then gets eaten by a shark in a cautionary tale about the perils of libertarianism. That's the name of a guy who carries off an oceanfront real estate scam that somehow ends with Superman fighting a telepathic squid. Fucking "Stockton Rush". Unbelievable.

Fr my life is empty now idk how to handle this it was so good