Hello there, I’m Gwen, welcome to my blog
I’m a polyam sapphic demigirl, 21+, and there’s a fair bit going on in my neuro that probably isn’t typical but IDK
I’m in a lot of fandoms, like so many, name one and there’s a 60% chance I’m in it
The fandom currently doing the most consuming of my soul: Homestuck
I’m not great at tagging but I’m trying to be better about it
Sorry if I like too many of your posts at once, it means I got caught in your web
Please feel free to interact and talk with me, I like the silly people of tumblr
I’m learning how to do art, not that great yet, but practice makes possible
My stuff’s tagged with #Gwennie’s art
I would appreciate it if people that think themself superior and/or wish harm on others don’t interact with me, but those people rarely ever read these things anyway
Also minors, be good, eat your veggies, brush your teeth, and click away from this blog
There be dragons here
i expect to see every girlie saying oh the sleepy meepy by tomorrow at naptime is that clear
oh the sleepy meepy. everybody wants to be me enemeepy
Given recent events, I'm starting to regret naming my panzer vulpaphyla "The Stock Market"
when i am elected dictator of the united states i admit i will also simply sign whatever batshit policy i think sounds cool into law, but the difference is i would do it with ostensibly socialist policies
day one: federal minimum wage law
all employees of a company (w4 or contractors) must receive an hourly compensation no less than whichever of the following is larger:
- $30
- 0.02% of that company's revenue for the previous fiscal year
day two: advertisement ban
self-explanatory. all displays which call attention to a product or person for the purpose of securing money or votes are fined to the point of non-viability. additionally, if company A gives broadcasting company B any sum of money, and then any goods or services that company A sells appear on the broadcasts of company B, both companies are harshly penalized.
day three: the money shuffle
every ten years, all extant united states dollars are declared no longer legal tender and worthless. immediately following this, every united states resident is granted one million dollars. make note: resident, not citizen.
Linda is the ultimate ride or die. There's nothing she won't do for her family. She- wait.
Oh my GOD.
Add the Belchers to that list of people who should meet the Addams family. Please.
Bob would be so unsettled, but enjoy Gomez's enthusiasm. Linda and Morticia would adore each other. Tina and Wednesday would underemote at each other. Gene is like Pugsley with more enthusiasm. Louise would probably develop a rivalry with Thing.
There's a long and storied history between the Addamses and Mr. Fischoeder.
"Frankly it's unnatural"
"Uh, I mean, I suppose some of the stuff they do is weird, but it's not-"
"Oh, not the homicidal gothic impulses, that's practically normal among our type - it's getting all chummy with people with no consideration for how rich they may be."
when referring to yourself in your head, what pronoun do you use?
first person (“i need to wash the dishes”)
second person (“you need to wash the dishes”)
third person (“they need to wash the dishes”)
plural (“we need to wash the dishes”)
i don’t think in words
extra secret answer (explain in tags)
I wonder if he was running on instinct… I watched a man die on the subway a few years ago. It’s more common than you think - NYC subways carry millions and millions in the course of a day. People die and there is never a good time for it to happen to anyone.
There was an older gentleman sitting across from me on the M train. It was about 6:30am, so I didn’t think much of it when he started leaning over. It was when he kept going when most people would jerk awake that about 5 of us took action. We asked if anyone knew CPR in our car, and when we pulled into the next station, we held the doors open and shouted for a doctor (there was a firefighter on the train with us who knew CPR, because that’s how things are in NYC). No response during CPR. The older gentleman’s lips were turning blue.
When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics took over and after 2 minutes of no reaction, I watched something that will always haunt my soul existentially, the way this pic does: The paramedic yelled at this man that he had to get up because he’d be late for work. And he got a response. I don’t know if the older man made it, but he had a pulse when they took him up the stairs to the ambulance.
We all got back on the train and headed off to work. And I sat there completely traumatized by the fact that this man was such a slave to his job that the threat of being late to work restarted his heart. It’s been over 10 years and I’m still not sure how or to what degree it affected me. Only that it did. I’m not bothered by not knowing. Sometimes you have to let the heavy sit to understand the weight before you can put it down.
This really might be the finest 4th wall joke ever pulled off.
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
Okay, I am really obsessed with this joke. I literally reblog it every time I see it.

whoops i accidentally a crossover of the two things i love
Okay I know accessibility devices are never one-size-fits-all and that there’s a use case for these somewhere, but I can’t stop imagining trying to talk to someone at a party and they look at you and move the level down a few ticks