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ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU CAUGHT ON, YOU STUPID IDIOT (affectionate)

Міністерство та парламентарі досягли домовленості про цілковиту підтримку поданого до парламенту Президентом України проєкту закону «Про Військового омбудсмана».

Водночас Міністерство оборони України підтримує позицію Комітету Верховної Ради України з питань правоохоронної діяльності та Комітету Верховної Ради України з питань національної безпеки, оборони та розвідки про необхідність виключення із законопроєкту №13452 положень про посилення відповідальності військових за непокору.

Суспільне


боже блять ну нарешті хоч щось хороше бо інакше я йобнуся

worldbuilding

Metal hands don’t lie.

microbial

spoilers

THAT FUCKING BLUE THING MADE ME JUMP WHAT THE FUCK AAAHHH!!!

i honestly don't remember the last time jumscare worked at me. good fucking job!!!!

Watchers watch watchers.

hearing an ambulance during the drone attacks is a bad thing

...creating and inspiring others, or providing resources for others so THEY can make those leaps to invest in creation over consumption

...i want to share my worlds, but i want them to be known as my worlds, not something separate from me.

...i want to re-focus my online being as a person who makes things, rather than just a creator.

symliadoo

i finally felt something warm

something that occasionally sneaks through these dissociation walls

and for a moment i'm not scared anymore, because i'm not actually loosing you, i just don't feel you or myself

but we're still here

Skyrim

GRAVEWIND MOD IS SO. FUCKING. GOOD.

fuck it, i'm starting a new save. for this, and for Wyrmstooth too.

i need this. i need this soooo bad.

on why i use enben (like men/women)


Basically, for me the association of "enby" with cutesy words like "baby", "kitty", "sweetie" is so strong that I just cannot shake it. I've had enough of being called cute pet names for the rest of my life.

—journeyofwind


People in the comments … if you’re not nonbinary why are you defending using enby so bad and arguing with the people saying their uncomfortable with it 🤨🤨

Anyways, I hate being called enby, especially as a noun, but also as an adjective. It feels infantilizing and also like… nonbinary is already there and isn’t hard to say.

—tequatlpjm

🏳️‍⚧️ 💉

yesterday (09.04.25) i started another round of strong potions again: they are fit for a beast let alone enban.


history

  1. 12.2019—05.2020 (lifesaving, egg-cracking)

  2. 05.2023 (The Surgery)

  3. 09.2024—12.2024 (mental-health-saving)

  4. 09.2025—??? (TBD)

If this post gets deleted from BearBlog as well I could become radicalized and die on the stupidest hill imaginable.

paritybits

some may call it "trust", but i call it "blindness"

—SigmetAlpha

"when i die"

Once you define us as broken, any deviation in the data looks like a clue to pathology, not variation.

autism answers back

don’t worry about categories or structure [yet] - this is your wild garden.

I found a tree for myself, sat at its trunk, and laid my head against it. I closed my eyes and began to think about the day.

arcadia

i need butter, sugar and dark bread

my grief is a decade old and still unlived

it was born when i became conscious

four. five. six. seven. nine. ten - and death became appealing

i remember the grief and pain better than i remember myself

tuatto, will i ever meet you again? i still cherish that old photo your gave me - with the capture of our homeland's nature.

b, will we meet in Suomi like we promised each other when we were seventeen? i still cherish the glass medallion with the flower inside of it.

please, live, you both.

evil isn't like it is in books.

in fact, evil is often unbelievably stupid and trivial; you don't need to be very intelligent to hurt people.

russian occupiers are an example of this.

destroy homes with missiles. burn the books. leave people without water. rape, torture, kill. and steal children.

it's all ugly, simple, and pointless.

i don't know what i want to write anymore

i don't know what i want to share anymore

sharing is always optional. and the less - the better

but constantly catching myself at "does it even make sense at all? what's the point in writing it?" is a sign, at least for me

indirect and artistic forms, then

Sometimes, sometimes you don't say goodbye once

You say goodbye over and over and over again, over and over and over again

Over and over and over again, over and over and over again

"Over Again" by Mike Shinoda


I used to sleep without waking up

In a dream I made from painted walls

I was a moment away from done

When the black spilled out across it all

And my eyes were made sober, world was turned over

Washing out the lines I'd seen

And my heart is still breaking, now that I awaken

No one's left to answer me

"Nothing Makes Sense Anymore" by Mike Shinoda


maybe i should draw myself with all of them who's gone

at least as their spirits

lost in old grief

should make a dark mode for this page for sure

maybe lucid dreams were a symptom

but i miss them anyway

please let me in again

This is Raven Rock. Bottom floor of the Retching Netch. You’re breathing Dunmer air.

That’s chitin armor, not Imperial plate.

No banners burning. No siege horns.

We’re not on that field anymore.

i can't see my faces

⚠ ⚠ ⚠

don't share things too early. you're not ready. you have a right to keep things to yourself. write it down on paper. look at these thoughts from different angles. be with them alone.

finally went swimming in the river. didn't bring a change of clothes because the decision to swim was spontaneous, but i have no regrets. went home barefoot, like when i was a child. i like the feeling of the earth under my feet. want to climb trees again. glad i was a village kid - a forest kid, you could even say. something Karelian is in it for me.

Words can be ignorant and cruel. And the people who say them are even worse. Ignorance is no excuse for cruelty.

To them, it's just another chapter in history books, but for some, it's a living nightmare.

arhiiva