Literally every Enlisted member ever.
Literally every Enlisted member ever.
Idk where you are in Texas, but it’s been pretty mild here in South-Central. Humid af though due to all the unusual rain, but it’s been keeping the actual temp below 100 for most of it.
I read this in Grog’s voice and I high key love it. The idea of him describing “surface level themes such as nationalism” is hilarious.
And the title comment is the icing on the cake.
Yeah, my sister bought me the DVD Boxed set a few years ago for Christmas as I was a HUGE Daria fan growing up. I was a little disappointed that all the late 90s/early aughts music was gone and it was replaces by generic “pop punk” sounding music.
Still one of my comfort shows though, and the only reason I can still say I’m “using DVDs” in 2024 😂
Ugh. Man. What a fucking throwback to 10 years ago.
I feel this so hard. I fucking see you. I’m very much a extrovert. I enjoy going out and doing things with people MUCH more than I do being at home. I get hype when I get to plan something, whether that’s at my house for a D&D session or out and about around town (or even vacations). I’m also a “more the merrier type”, which means everyone is invited and I’ll genuinely talk to you/make sure no one is left out. I just like people.
But after a certain amount of times being stood-up/flaked on in the final hours, I stop with the invites. I stop asking for people’s opinions on if they want to do things with me. I stop planning. And I just kinda disconnect from people.
I’ve had introverted coworkers and associates tell me “I like to be invited, I just don’t always like to go. But I want to be included.”
But bruh, it hurts my feelings too when I get so excited to hang with everyone and you bail regularly. Clearly at some point I have to accept that I’m just not your cup of tea, and you’re prioritizing other things. That’s okay, but it doesn’t mean I have to accept continuously being knocked down by you because of it.
Imma take a stab in the dark and say that you’re your friend groups “planner” friend as well. It’s really fucking frustrating to try and plan something as simple as a dinner that requires reservations, and people are like “Um. Uh. Maybe I’ll come, idk”, up until the last minute. Or even a headcount for food being served at your house.
I do contemplate the merits of having a home phone with the ringer perpetually on silent, and that being the only number I give out to places like Spirit Halloween whereas family/friends get the cell.
Honestly, I think this could be true. There’s definitely something to be said about willingly putting yourself in a vulnerable position with someone you feel safe with, for the sole purpose of their pleasure and nothing else. However, there’s definitely a balance. If my husband demanded blow jobs every day or something, I’d probably get the “ick” from him and not want to do it. But since he’s never been the one to be demanding about anything sexual, I do actually love making him feel good like that.
Sometimes I’ll make it hella silly and we’ll be sitting on the couch and I’ll just say something stupid like “GO GET ON THE BED KING, ITS TIME TO GET YOUR DICK SUCKED!” And he’ll roll his eyes and blush but I also see the corner of his mouth quirk into a small smile and I know he’s just like “She’s thinking of me.” And it gives me all the warm fuzzies. I also saw a meme once that said “LEMME STRESS EAT THAT DICK”, and that’s one that I’ve whipped out a time or two that makes him snort. Yeah, I’m goofy, not every time, but sometimes, because we’ve been married for 14 years this year and I just like to see him grin.
That being said, I also fucking love when he wants to take care of my needs out of nowhere too. There’s something amazing about just knowing someone is invested in your pleasure.
Man, OPs caption unlocked a core memory I have of calling my high school boyfriend at 858 pm, and talking on the phone with him for about 2.5 hours before he got notified that he was under 10 mins left for the month.
We had thought he was only going to lose 2 of his minutes 😭.
Huh. I didn’t know Brooklyn meant that. 5 year old me was definitely a fan of naming my Barbies “Brook”, so I’ve suffered a lack of taste since the beginning it seems 😂
Haha bruh that’s aight. I’m actually a treasure trove of traits to make fun of!
Fortunately I’m child-free so no human ever has to bear the weight of my creative naming conventions…only my D&D/RP/Video Game characters have to suffer.
Ngl, I find some of these Hella cute. But I’m also someone who loves creative/unique names (to a point). I don’t like offensive/obvious sponsorship/stupid joke names (the infamous “Ladasha” spelled “La-A” or “Absidy” spelled “ABCDE”)
But I think Rocklyn and Brexleigh are adorable names for little girls! I’d probably spell it Brexley though.
Then again, when I was growing up I liked the name "Huxley’ as a gender-neutral name for a future child, so, do with that what you will
Her child will definitely not run and hide from the doorbell/door knockers like the rest of us 😂
I’m on your side bruh. We’ve owned our home since 2013. It’s appreciated $100K, but we also spent $60K last year alone in windows/siding/getting the whole house replumbed because there ended up being a massive leak in the foundation.
We had planned for the windows/siding, plumbing was just a nice bonus (it was noticed by our siding contractor actually).
We’ve also replaced the HVAC, leveled the foundation, replaced the HWH, replaced the roof (that was a lucky insurance thing though due to a massive hail storm), replaced the gutters, and the flooring over the years since buying.
So…if we ever decide/need to sell, we’ll break even.
And we didn’t buy a shitty house either. It was built in 1995. It was already 18 years old when we got it, and it’s nearly 30 now. People don’t realize that this shit doesn’t last forever.
That being said, while I will be Team Renter when we leave this duty station, I’m also in a privileged position being that I’ll have a pension. I completely understand people who don’t have that safety net wanting a little more stability/security.
Bruhhhhh whenever I finally start losing this weight I’ve been packing on, I look forward to a stroopwafel warmed over my black coffee every Wednesday morning.
Holy fuck people don’t know what they’re missing.
Tip over protection ftw!
In all seriousness, I do point it away from him explicitly because he swears he can feel it across the room.
Sir I use my space heater in my home in July, and I live in the US South.
I’m shocked my husband has not divorced me over it yet tbh, but he can pry it from my (literally) cold, dead hands.
There are dozens of us! Dozens!
This fucking killed me. Holy shit. 😂 Thank you for that.
Anyone who is not an able-bodied straight white Christian male with money should be concerned about this user’s viewpoints.