i’m thinkin’ i should take this as a sign.

thank god #StrangerThings season 3 takes place during summer because the most unbelievable thing about seasons 1 & 2 was that they were in Indiana in November.

fuck, #StrangerThings is killing me with the nostalgia overload. i was 13 in 1983. rotary phones and cassette tapes, rabbit ears, dials and buttons on huge tv sets with little screens casting snowy images? i feel crosshairs, just sayin’.

don’t let the haircut fool ya, Eleven is a girl. any boy would’ve made the Falcon fly when asked instead of waiting ‘til they were alone.

since it’s coming to an end in a couple days, i figure now is a good time to start watching #StrangerThings.

I wish more non-ABDLs knew we're basically all begging to have someone piss down the back of our diaper at basically all times

Padded at a bar? Use me. Maybe let me know before I go so I can bring a change

Chilling at a party? Fuck yes please

just putting it out there

i like when i can smell the calmoseptine after i’ve just pooped in my diaper, like it’s in a battle for odor dominance and losing.

pulled on my old combat boots to enjoy the atypical French Quarter scenery

with this cold weather, i gotta push start my ass to get my feet moving in the morning.

it may not be noticeable, but i procrastinate a little.

it seems jolly old St Nick decided to stuff my gmail chute with a Bluesky invite this xmas. who says there’s no Santa?