#out touching grass (offline)

[haruminyuu]

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt mikey #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #hart #out touching grass (offline) #Ehehehe they eeping #Sunset duo sunbathing #Love them sm QwQ

[dawningfairytale]

“we catholics have to convert protestants because it’s a Worse Brand of christianity” “i (an evangelical) think a lot of catholics are actually going to hell” “the Bible is so clear that homosexuality is a sin” “the Bible isn’t up for interpretation just read it” “modesty is only to prevent the unfortunate visual men from stumbling”. let’s all get offline, touch Creation and pray. okay?

#queer christian #christianity #and i know i’m being a hypocrite here #but do we hear ourselves?? #we’re being so judgemental and hateful in the Name of God and that’s not what we should be doing #what about cute prayer activities?? or ways to worship you may not have considered?? #i get that intellectualism can be a form of worship. HOWEVER. it should not come at the expense of love #and i don’t know how to block tags on ig and i do like some christian stuff but it’s the comments and some videos and ughhhhh #we shouldn’t be encouraging division in the church. #we shouldn’t be criticising people for things out of their control (bodies/sexuality and more) #like i am saying it to myself as well as everyone else: touch grass. get offline. look at how lovingly God created the trees #just as lovingly he created you AND EVERYONE ELSE

[markerbirthday]

proshippers go get therapy challenge

#proship #antiship #antiproship #no i’m not gonna get out of your tags #cmon guys #this is not something to normalize #proshipping #not proship safe #sure i’m “anti harassment” but i am pro discouraging this stuff #rant in tags #seriously guys this is common sense #fiction affects reality #proship discourse #comship #anti anti #proship safe #im using these tags so you proshippers see this and go consider getting serious help please #get offline #touch grass #go outside #get sunlight #ok i’m done probably

[pepprs]

cosmo wanda i fucking wish students understood that universities have limited reach and that public silence does not automatically mean no action is being taken internally and that the decisions of collectives / institutions do not reflect the decisions of all of the people within them (e.g. all faculty staff and administrators within an institution) etc etc. god DAMN it to hell. you people (not anyone reading this im saying this as if im talking to the student body at my school) look so fucking stupid @ing the social media accounts of distinct departments like that’s actually going to do anything. you think they ARENT doing anyrhing????? that’s probably ALL they’re focusing on rn and they’re spending days carefully gathering information so they can share it. and shit is hitting the fan in MULTIPLE areas rn if you haven’t noticed and also it’s winter fucking break so no one is even supposed to be working anyway. so what is wrong with you. why are you fucking making demands. getting a college to finally post an update about something is not the same as cancelling someone on twitter and the fact that so many of you think it is is indicative of how SICK our society has become. PLEASE calm down.

#purrs #literally about to start screaming. people have been so fucking stupid this year. that is all i am going to say. #and ik this bears a weight being a staff member here now but i was a student 6 months ago and years ago i used to do the same stupid shit an #and then i went to the retreat and learned that universities are communities made of people and that i can change the world by talking to #stakeholders and being strategic and patient and having civic courage and building relationships. and now i spend my life trying to teach #other ppl how to do that. so seeing students WHO I KNOW ARE AWARE THAT THIS ISNT THE WAY doing this makes me want to start SCREAMING. like #it was all for nothing. the HOURS of workshops you went through learning how to actually make change and ‘demand’ change and now you’re #engaging in this edgy bullshit. i want to curl up in a ball and/or jump out the window rn. sorry #delete later #work tag 2 #this is literally the 5th or 6th incident in 2022 and i know it’s more complicated than that and yes there are genuine wrongdoings the #school / depts and individuals within it have committed. but also the knee jerk reaction of students to instantly turn into a mob and start #saying u*** does nothing u*** doesn’t care about it’s students is like are you KIDDING MEEEEEEEEE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. how about you talk to #x person who i know firsthand is trying to navigate this issue and suppprt students. how about you join x committee that just made progress #in this area. how about you get offline and go touch grass and realize your COMMUNITY isn’t out to get you!!!! #institutions are not inherently bad lol. institutions are communities. communities are POWER. if i could send one message to everyone on the #planet i think it would be that or at least include that bc i would also want to say stuff abt how we are real and human and alive together #etc etc. but that is like. something so many ppl do not see. being part of a university is POWER. being a student is POWER. so use it for #good!!!!! join committees! set up meetings with admin!!!!! join student gov!! this learned helplessness of @ing the school is NOT THE WAY #not when you have tools and relationships at your disposal to actually make a sustainable long term difference. what are you waiting for! th #the whole world is yours!! it’s at your fingertips! do you feel it? do you see it?

[kcrra]

awww we love loud and proud biphobia over here. at least you said it with your whole chest!

me: [a proud bisexual woman who has been out as bisexual for over nine years, my identity never once changing, has had relationships with women, men and non-binary people] oh yeah. i personally headcanon the fictional character whose sexuality has never been specified, alicent hightower, as a lesbian

some chronically online weirdo who can't read: this is biphobia, actually

please log off and touch grass you freak!

#whew. y'all are so insane. i'm begging you to get a life offline. #imagine being out as bisexual for 9 years and someone says you PERSONALLY headcanoning a FICTIONAL CHARACTER. i'm going to repeat myself. #A FICTIONAL CHARACTER WITH NO SPECFIED SEXUALITY. AS A LESBIAN. MAKES YOU BIPHOBIC #LMFAOOOOOOO YOURE A FUCKING FREAK. i'm begging you to go have sex and touch grass and log off #🥰✌🏼😘

[toybotic]

So in your opinion since you're anti ship, no horror films or violent video games should exist? They show dark topics, some idolize it.

Should every bad topic be avoided and only puppies and rainbows be in fiction?

Anon what the hell are you talking about. How does one look at someone who's against proship shit and go "oh clearly it thinks there should never be bad shit in media ever" lmao. Are your arms like. Okay? I know mine would be awfully sore after a reach like that

#roswell.txt #also if youre a proshipper stay out of my inbox? #nastyass #anyway im a big fan of media that explores bad shit #what im not a fan of is the shit that romanticizes it #go touch some grass for me okay? #get offline for a while #watch some birds

[halorocks1214]

me deleting the tumblr bookmark on my computer and the app on my homescreen the night before bcuz i wanted to force myself into a break since i wasn’t feel great about Other Things getting back online One Time to check my notifs before i go to bed

#so. ive been pretty detatched from m/c/y/t as a whole recently. not to the point that ill abandon fics #but enough that i only engage with content directly on my dash (no going into the tags is what im saying) #for now im just gonna chill. maybe write those other fandom fics i mentioned on my writing blog since the hobbies taking up most of my time #have been wrung a little dry lol #mostly im just gonna wait and see how this plays out. i plan to start writing for m/c/y/t again eventually of course #as for d/s/m/p related stuff that could be Officially Done Finally. #any completed fic will stay up. the WIPS will at the very least be orphaned (if not outright deleted) #this is worse case scenario Everything Plays Out Badly tho (i guess if you can say it hasnt already) #i think im gonna fully uninstall/logout. i didnt want to logout bcuz resigning in is annoying but that looks like what its gonna take F #mutuals feel free to ask for my discord over a tumblr ask in case any of yall wanna talk while im Offline and Touching Grass For Once #regardless of mutual status if you wanna send in an ask i might pop in to answer it and then pop back out #mainly because i rarely get asks anyway LMAO i highly doubt ill get any now #i say use an ask bcuz i get emails for those. comments and/or dms dont reach me outside of tumblr #i think what will bring me back the soonest is if i actually sit down and watch cour 2 of season two for t/&/b YES I HAVENT WATCHED IT YET #cringefail moment i know #otherwise thats basically where ive been. i have a bunch of funny videos saved in my likes that ill queue for yall #as well as some fandom posts in my drafts ill sprinkle in there #drink water stay safe etc etc #i will see yall on the flipside <3 #oh also b4 i forget VOTE SNIFFER

[merkerlerspeaks]

heavily considering peacing out for a couple of days, I kinda need too. I have some old drafts n stuff in the queue tho.

#gonna go touch some grass #also I have a load of work I have to do before the end of the month and tumblr is to much of a distraction #merkerler speaks #(if anyone sees me liking posts tho mind ya business djghss or call me out either works #I have a bad habit of forgetting when im trying to stay offline.)

[haruminyuu]

#rottmnt #rise of the the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #I keep forgetting to post here kansdn #hart #out touching grass (offline)

[txttletale]

really funny that people are telling me to 'log off and touch grass' because i'm mad a guy called me a fucking pedophile. let me just log off since this is such an Online Problem. oh no wait dammit i've logged off and gone outside and it turns out that the government of the country i live in have adopted 'people like me are dangerous sex predators' as official policy and they're making decisions about legislation that directly impacts my daily life based on that oh noooooo it's almost as if things that happen online are reflections of things that happen offline and transmisogyny is a pervasive social force and not just Hyper Online Discourse that's craaaazy i never would have guessed this would happpeeen

#tattletxt

[dokyeomini]

i think i might need a detox from celebrities

#honestly i wanna go to the forest rent a cabin for a week and chill out #i think i need to make plans for a weekend or smth #but i think tomorrow.. i'll actually try to stay offline algksl #mostly at least #this habit is hard to kick but i need to touch grass

[underestimated-heroine]

The fact that radfems spread this post around is actually really interesting--infuriating, but interesting. Because what they've really done here is tell on themselves.

This is the shrimp guy story:

From an anonymous green text called "shrimp saved my life" [emphasis mine]:

>be depressed, suicidal xanax- addicted incel >one day I go to my /aq/fag uncle's house for some shit >he has pet shrimp, never seen anything like it before >he offers to get me some 53 KB JPG >throw them in a barely cycled tank with some shitty rock >several shrimp die >realize that I killed them with my apathy >realize I need to take responsibility for once in my life >do research, learn about water parameters and so on >eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no more deaths >notice a female shrimp carrying eggs >haven't felt this excited about anything in almost a decade >the eggs disappear and I once again think I fucked up >a few days later I see a tiny transparent baby shrimp >l suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they gazed upon the newborn Christ >by this point I live and breathe shrimp >all my spare time is spent on shrimp research and watching shrimp videos >l spend most of the money I had saved from my last job on shrimp products >quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending >start putting effort into college in hope of getting a good job for my shrimp >grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of dropping out >relationship with parents improves since I am finally passionate about something and applying myself >l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk excitedly about my shrimp >for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp cake >it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs >cry like a little bitch when I see it >mom hugs me and tells me she's always been proud of me >college dorm neighbours demand to see my shrimp >shit they're gonna think I'm autistic >they actually think my shrimp are really cool >they start inviting me to their social events >start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the first time in my life that I'm fun and smart >l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they knew >We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on you.

He did address his relationship with women. By finding a hobby and passion and working on himself--"touching grass"--he stepped away from the echo chamber that filled him with all this rage and convinced him women were to blame for all of his problems. As someone once wisely observed, "the cure is going offline and realizing it's just. really not that big a deal."

And that is what radfems have not done, so of course they didn't spot the quiet flashpoint of shrimp guy's personal development within his story.

Edit: it's been brought to my attention that the version of the greentext post I lifted the text from was censored by someone else. My bad for not realizing that, tbh it was done so well I thought shrimp guy had done it himself, but that's an important part of the post. I've gone back through and un-censored it. The reply which was spread around with the original post addressed the words themselves well, I think; however distasteful and fucked up the incel rabbit hole is, it doesn't diminish his growth.

#posts i actually wrote #cw radical feminism #cw transphobia #incels

[cuubism]

in an attempt to be more offline (absolute failure so far) i wrote the next installment of Nightingales by hand in an actual notebook. imagine that. behold, fanfic that's touched grass... or something.

Dream has taken to leaving random books on Hob's nightstand. This is no abnormal occurrence, except that these aren't from Dream's infinite collection of books he's "currently reading," but rather seem to be left there for Hob.

Hob will finish a book, and within the hour it will disappear back to the Library, miraculously replaced by another. At first this suits Hob well enough. The cafe is only getting busier, and while Hob does love trawling through the Library's endless stacks in search of a new read, he'd rather spend his free time with Dream. Perhaps Dream is only trying to facilitate that through this method, or trying to make Hob happy by applying his knowledge in the area where it's vastly broader.

But then it starts to get weirder. Whereas before, Dream's selected books had been exactly to Hob's tastes--as they usually are, it is his specialty, after all--slowly they start to diverge.

First it's an epic tome about interstellar travel. Post-apocalypse, final earth survivors traveling light years to an untamed planet, and so on. Hob likes sci-fi well enough, but this particular one is getting a little too 2001: A Space Odyssey for his tastes, a little too abstract and philosophical. Perhaps one that Dream likes that he wanted to share?

Then comes the horror novel. And what horror. A man born and raised in underground rooms, who did not realize he was bereft of the sky until an attempted rescue caved in his tunnels and nearly suffocated him. Dragged from the soil, gasping, he had to cover his head lest he go blind.

'David had read of plants that grew upwards. Instead of the deep roots he'd touched all his life, they had stems, and leaves, and these went up, into another world. Birthed into cold fear, David thought.

He was one of those plants. He stretched long fingers up through the soil, gasping for breath. Warm earth parted and air greeted him, air chill and dry as he'd never tasted it. A searing pain in his unused eyes. He did not even have a word for the brutal shine that fell upon his face.

(Light, he would later think. Sunlight.)

No matter how hard he pressed his hands to his eyes it was not blocked out. He whimpered, and the same hands that had pulled him from the collapsed earth, hands painful in their kindness, laid a blanket over him, covering his head in warm darkness again. No, not a blanket. A jacket?

Another head peeked under the collar of the jacket, letting in a sliver of brightness before it was shut out again. Oh. His rescuer. His arms were bare; it was his jacket that David was wearing over his head.

"Hey," said his rescuer. His voice was warm as the soil. "You alright?"'

Perhaps it isn't horror, Hob thinks, only afterwards.

Then there's a book of love poems, though they're strange and hyper-modern, and Hob can't shake the odd sense that he shouldn't be reading them, that Dream has, somehow, snatched them out of a time yet to be.

He finally confronts Dream when he's left a relatively straightforward, if bland, romance of the type he hadn't thought either of them particularly went for. (Even Dream wouldn't be able to pull sex inspiration from it as he likes to do with his bodice rippers, the book isn't nearly spicy enough for his tastes.)

He marches back into the bedroom one morning, after several minutes of making coffee and mulling, and holds the book up in front of Dream's face. "Dream. What."

Dream looks up from where he's reclining in Hob's bed, several books scattered around him. "Did you not like it?"

"Did you?"

Dream hums, looking down again at his own book. "It has merits."

"Why, though. You keep giving me these books. Why?"

Dream continues studiously reading his book, though he isn't turning pages. So it isn't teasing, then. Nor even some lighthearted attempt to get Hob to expand his reading horizons. It's something deeper.

"Dream," Hob says, sitting on the side of the bed by his thigh. "Come on. Talk to me. What is it?"

"Page one-fifty-two," says Dream in a quiet voice, and it takes a second for Hob to realize he means the book Hob is still holding.

Hob hasn't managed to get that far in the book. He flips through it, anxiety building, more anxiety than he thinks a light, beachy romance is ever meant to produce.

He turns to the page, about three-quarters of the way through the book.

'Lacy had calculated it once. Across her entire career, she had written two million, five hundred twenty-two thousand, nine hundred and eighty-three words.'

Right. Hob remembers from the few chapters he'd managed to read that the protagonist is a writer.

'2.5 million words about romance. Who could possibly have so much to say on the topic? 2.5 million words of circling and circling the point. Not letting herself see it well enough to skewer it.

All those words came only to this: she wanted to marry him, and she didn't know what to do.'

Hob drops the book.

It tumbles to the floor in a flutter of bending pages, but he pays it no mind. He takes Dream's hands in his own, letting Dream's book fall closed on his knees. Dream looks up at him hesitantly, from under his eyelashes. You silly thing, Hob thinks, with heart-clenching fondness. I love you so.

All of it had been a message, in Dream's own oblique way. Borrowed metaphors from the vast catalog of his brain. That's how he connects: through the books that Hob knows are -- in some strange way -- a part of him.

He leans down to kiss Dream's knuckles, like he's bowing his head before a shrine. Then he looks up. Dream is watching him, expression somewhere between wary and awed.

"You don't have to know what to do about anything else," Hob says, "so long as you marry me."

Dream smiles tentatively, and tips his forehead against Hob's. He can be so strange and mysterious at times, but more often than not, when they're alone in their bedroom, he's like this: soft, wanting, just on the edge of shy, and that's the version of Dream Hob most wants to bundle up and away from the world. Even if he knows it's impossible, and not right besides; Dream can't just live in his bedroom, he has to live in his stories, and stories are out in the world. Hob can't help but want it anyway.

"I would like that," Dream says, smile soft. Hob kisses his cheek, body full of warm light.

He pulls Dream into a proper hug, tucking his face into his shoulder. He feels Dream's smile against his neck. The warm weight of him in his arms, in his bed.

So improbable to have snagged a thing such as Dream from the expanse of his existence, and cuddled him up in the cozy confines of his simple cafe. But as Dream had said. The door exists because Hob uses it. He met Dream because he went to his shop that day. He went to his shop that day because he was to meet Dream. Each improbability has a circular path.

Christ. He's thinking like that sci-fi novel Dream had given him.

Hob doesn't know what a marriage with a creature like Dream -- he still doesn't know what that is, exactly -- is meant to be like. It's uncharted space.

But he knows that he wants it. Wants Dream.

He holds his darling close and kisses the corner of his mouth. Dream's lips are sweet with happy tears.

"You will marry me, then?" he murmurs, more pleased repetition of the thought than a question.

Hob gets the book of infamous page one-fifty-two off the floor. Turns to page one-fifty-three. Finds the word he needs, swipes Dream's pen from the nightstand, circles it. Hands the book to him, open.

Dream touches the circled word with a reverent fingertip, and smiles.

#not sure how i feel about this hand writing experiment... #it def came out different when written by hand #at least i didn't make you all read it in my handwriting XD #bookstore cryptid dream #dreamling #my writing #dream of the endless #hob gadling #i kinda hate writing proposals tbh. and yet i keep doing it 🤔

[andythelemon]

Life update 2024

Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I last wrote anything of substance here. How time flies! Happy new year, happy year of the dragon! I hope this one is kind and auspicious for you all.

I'll admit to falling off the art train terribly for most of 2023. I barely drew; a lot of things I posted were older pieces for projects I couldn't share at the time. I think I speak for most of us when I say it's not been a great time for art collectively; growing frustrations with social media and despair at the state of current global affairs leaves little room for creative inspiration. I know many artist friends of mine are in the same boat. There's little one can do except plod on and hope for better times ahead, I guess? I'll do my best regardless!

Having said that, I did have a major touch-grass-normie arc offline, and as wild as it was, I'm glad I invested time and energy into that area of my life. After the lockdown years of terminal-onlineness, it felt great to do things that were not related to fandom at all, to have new experiences, to make new friends, reconnect with old ones, see new things. It was funny and terrifying all at once. I truly felt like a shonen and shojo protagonist (we will not go into details of the love triangle situation, IYKYK!). There were ups and downs, sadness and laughter, but that's part of life. I'm grateful for all that's happened and am a better, wiser, more mature person because of it. This past year taught me it's not about categorizing life's happenings into a basic good/bad dichotomy, but more learning from each experience and acknowledging we are wiser and grateful for having weathered what's thrown our way. Character development!

The universe has a way of working things out... so at the end of 2023, I had the opportunity to travel for 3 months. After hopping around the East Coast, Milan, various bits of Japan and a beach break in sunny Egypt, I've returned home with a renewed vigor for living my best life again. It was a joy to hang out with various artist friends in person and meet some of you at ANYC. I'll cherish every second of my travels and hope we can meet again soon!

I did fall off the nerd bandwagon for a while, so I gotta get back into the various anime on air! I've been watching Magi in my own time... such a guilty pleasure, but so many things await, including catching up on JJK S2, BSD, and everything else. Just goes to show my deep love for adventure, friendship-fuelled stories keeps me going. No promises on what this year holds art wise, but I'll continue trying hard and sharing what I can, as well as the usual self-indulgent group projects.

Thanks as always for the kind support and for sticking around. This blog is 12 this year... crazy, huh? See you on the other side!

#tp #shut up andy

[olderthannetfic]

I recently joined a support group on my campus for survivors of CSA and almost immediately ran into the "your brain doesn't stop developing until you're 25" thing. Pointed out the study was debunked, posted links showing it was debunked, and was informed that no, it was totally legit. No we can't show you sources, it just is.

Also, apparently for neurodivergent people, our brains don't develop fully until we're 28. The source? Science. Studies. Which studies? What scientists? Science and studies now shut up, child.

And then the coup de grace, being told that science says that if you're traumatized as a child, it's like fucking up making a cake. There's no unfucking it up, no way to go back and redo the mix, the cake will be worse than the other cakes and you have to accept that. You will never be capable of being like other people. You were fundamentally altered and need to accept that. When I said no, I do not believe that, I believe I can live a life just like anyone else's, and in a lot of ways I already do, I was shot down and told I was invalidating others' beliefs and lived experiences and needed to look at 'the facts', which I think refers to the science nobody can cite me.

It's not just ace discourse that leaks off the internet into offline spaces. A lot of fandom olds like to talk as if this stuff doesn't exist offline and isn't doing any harm, but it's out there, and being told that you're just a kid and you're fundamentally broken? That really fucked up one of the people present, to the point he shut down and spent most of the meeting silently crying and staring into the middle distance listlessly, looking significantly more miserable than before he'd arrived.

"Go touch grass then lol" bro THIS is what happens when people try to reach out and do that! This is the realistic, grounded world you think is so different from the internet! The grass is laced with the same toxic pollen as the inside and your solution is for people to roll around in it?!

--

Oh good lord! Sounds like their commitment to science isn't exactly... uh... strong.