reblog to blow up a transphobe
am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!
My writing: "So, how are things?", Linden asks."You're asking me that?! We're in the middle of a fucking apocalypse!", I say. Today has been shit; My ankle is visibly at an impossible angle and incredibly swollen, I had to half hop half drag myself for miles with only a piece of an old support beam cutting into my hand for help, and I only got a box of crackers for my troubles!
My headphones: THAT NiGht i hAD a miNOR breAkdOWN cause the WOMAN in the night GOWN whO wAs mEanT to VisIT me waS LaTe
Arf or Meow
Ribbit
When your trash gremlin pukes and ruins your plans cause now you have to take care of a little baby guy
EXACTLY
Especially if the pet is an eldritch horror
10 notes and I'll exercise
50 notes and I'll fold my laundry
100 notes and I do my laundry
300 notes and I clean my room
500 notes and I try to stop lying altogether
1000 notes and I clean my bathroom
1100 notes and I rebuild my stamina
1500 notes and I finish a work
2000 notes and I exercise every day
Green = done
HOLY SHIT DUDE
Also I added more goals bc this is popping off.
Ok. Wow. 300. We made it. I'll do it later today :).