I Don’t Know If You Guys Have Heard But Eugenia Cooney Seems To Be Making A Recovery!!!

I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees. The trees say keep memeing.

Come on!

I’ve been going through a bit of a dark time lately.

I doubt anyone on here really cares, and it’s probably gonna sound like a first world problem, but I need to vent about it. I’ve struggled with a lot in my life. Abuse, assault, depression, anxiety, eating disorders, financial hardship, bullying, etc. Things are just finally starting to be okay at least as far as what’s going on in my life. The depression and anxiety and stuff are still there but that’s to be expected. Here’s my problem, I’m scared that I won’t be able to live my dream. Like I said, I know it sounds like a first world problem, but hear me out. My dream is to make music. I don’t care whether or not I’m a celebrity, in fact, I’d prefer not to be. But I do want to help people. I want to give people a reason to live with my music just like other people gave me a reason to live with theirs. For a long time I didn’t think I was good enough to make music. However, I recently got a whole lot of positive feedback. I shared my music with some people at the hospital I was in a few weeks back and they freaked out. They were so supportive of me and really wanted me to pursue music. They really thought I had a shot. They thought I was amazing. It was incredible to have all those people supporting me and it really made me realize that I can do this. The problem is that I don’t have the means. I don’t have the kind of money to get recording equipment that’ll record my voice the way that it sounds in person instead of cutting out all of the power in my voice and making it sound average. I don’t have a soft voice. I don’t have a voice that can be accurately represented with an iPhone mic. Those mics try to cut out echo and background noise which is really detrimental to someone who has a voice like mine. I know it sounds really stupid but it’s really been a struggle for me. I’m terrified of becoming average. Don’t get me wrong, we need people to work in offices and be nurses and construction workers and teachers and everything else in between. But that’s not for me. It’s not who I am. I don’t think I could ever be that person. I think I’d probably kill myself if I was forced to. Anyway, if you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading my rant. I really appreciate you caring enough to do so. Thank you.

Dildo Generator

Online 3D experiment by Ikaros Kappler which is described as a “Extrusion/Revolution Generator” ….

Created with three.js, you can alter the bezier curves and angle of the form, and is designed with 3D printing in mind (models can be exported and saved, as well as calculated weight in silicone).

Try it out for yourself (if you wish) here

be there or be square

Does less toxic imply lack of people blowing up my shit? Because I would be highly appreciative of that.

Mood

The trope that the alt scene hates Christianity is such bullshit. Twenty One Pilots. Black Sabbath. Skillet. We don’t have a problem with any of them. Nor do most of us have a problem with people outside of the alt scene who are Christian. Taylor Swift. Dolly Parton. Lady Gaga. Most of us love them. We don’t have a problem with Christianity. We have a problem with people manipulating and guilt tripping non-Christians. It’s pretty simple actually. Just don’t be a dick about it and no one will have a problem with you.

This is really good actually. Please don’t hate on me for shipping Reylo! I know people are really mad about it but for the life of me I can’t figure out why.

The Trial of Ben Solo

An Alternative Ending of The Rise of Skywalker

Ben Solo survives after giving Rey his life force because Leia gives up her own life to save her only son, becoming a Force Ghost. Injured, but determined to face his past, Ben convinces Rey to return with him to the Resistance camp where they immediately place him in captivity to await trial. A six-part mini-series. 

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“This is crazy!” Poe said running his fingers through his tangled hair. He glanced back and forth between a still stunned Finn and regretful Rey. They were sitting in the now-empty command area of the Resistance camp. Rey didn’t like seeing it empty, but there was no urgent need for command center when the war was over. 

It had been a few days since their victory. People celebrated for nonstop for three days, but now reality had started to settle back in. The people who could return, return to their old lives before the war, while the others, like them, waiting for their orders from the newly reformed New Republic, or how Poe like to call them the New New Republic. 

“I know,” Rey said apologetically. 

“No!” Poe said turning to face her flailing his arms around. “No, this is a new level of crazy. This is a young Poe Dameron level of crazy. Rey, you can’t be seriously asking us to do this!”

“I know Poe.” Rey stood to face him. “I know I’m asking a lot. But-” She paused looking for the right words to say.  “I just don’t know what else I should do.” BB-8 rolled to her side and gave her a few sympathy beeps. 

“Leave him to rot,” Finn mumbled under his breath. He hadn’t looked her in the eyes once in the past few days. Rey felt the pit her gut deepen. She knew he was disappointed in her. She knew she had hurt him when she had shown up with Ben a few days earlier and begged for them to give Ben sanctuary. 

Rey had wanted Ben to run. She told him that she would tell the others that he died helping her. That she would meet up with him later a few days later once everything had settled, and that they could start a new life together somewhere far away. It wouldn’t be that hard. While many spoke of her brave deeds and the infamously horrible Kylo Ren, very few people actually knew the look of their faces.  

But even when she first thought of the plan, she knew it was foolish. She knew in her heart she could never abandon Finn or Poe. Besides, the Republic has become just as apart of her life as they have. She needed to see this page of history through until the end andBen had felt the same way.

“No,” Ben had mumbled weakly. “I’m done running. I need to go home. I need to see my mother.” This was of course before they knew General Organa’s body had become one with the Force. When they were told suddenly the mysteries of those moments were made clear. 

Continue reading here

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13469025/1/The-Trial-of-Ben-Solo

*Candace Flynn voice* Mom, Donald’s colluding with foreign governments again!