#ALTHOUGH tbf

[elodieunderglass]

so i showed jack glass to some teenagers (my kid and their partner) without context and they had some different responses:

- his name is alan

- he may be gay or bi, but definitely isn’t straight

- he is canadian

- he not only cooks, he owns a restaurant

- he likes to read

- he does not know how to parallel park

- he doesn’t fix his own car, but he has a friend who does

- he is generally very nice

not sure why they agree with everyone else on some points while being so different on others, but yeah.

In reference to my guysona (thank you). I am glad that my face is just; you know. Like that. In every universe.

Hey just out of interest, if I had a sibling, who was objectively the one who stole all of the hotness genes on every measurable axis - they’re the hot one, right. You guys agree, correct.

[saym0-0]

idk why but as im slowly downloading all the mechs albums im downloading my favourite ones last? like i have udad and hnoc now and while they're objectively good albums they're also my least favourite in the whole discography 💀 (which, i mean maybe that's something to say about how great they all are that ill listen to my least favourite albums on loop)

[the-tenth-arcanum]

I hate it when job ads are like "this role involves copywriting so you must be an English native speaker" girl give me a chance

[raeuberkotzenrotz]

Ashenspire puts me in such a dilemma. Their opinion on Brutalism sucks shit, but goddamn does this album bang.

[impishdullahan]

Not that I've ever lived with someone this closely long term, but this is absolutely something that happens when I'm staying or travelling with friends. It's just been something necessary, but "astronaut time" is a way cooler term for it than "quiet day in by our lonesomes?"

so judging by how astonished people are by it every time we explain it to anybody, it seems like my wife and I might really be onto something here

during the pandemic, we invented something we call "astronaut time."

when it's astronaut time, it's like we are two astronauts wearing the big helmets, moving around the station on totally separate tasks. one of us is outside the space station and one of us is inside the space station. our radios do not work and we have no way of communicating with each other. we might see each other through the lil porthole windows, but we ignore each other because we both have different things to do.

"astronaut time" is how we get total privacy when we live in the same apartment. I will pretend you don't exist. You will pretend I don't exist. we have a nonverbal, zero-contact signal for when astronaut time is over (usually "I'll draw a smiley-face on the whiteboard in the kitchen when I'm done"). No talking, stay out of each other's line of sight, we are actively avoiding each other, unless you are currently experiencing a medical emergency goodbye.

it has been. a godsend. imagine living with your partner and being able to close every single tab in your brain related to social interaction. no fear of being interrupted by a "hey, quick question--" or "sorry to bother you, but do you know where the scissors are?" or "did you want something to eat, too?" Once or twice a month, we look at each other lovingly, hold hands, and say "baby I think I need some astronaut time tonight," and the other person goes "okay cool. bye! have a nice night!" and nobody's feelings are hurt and we both go and have a lovely evening completely by ourselves.

like idk it's a small thing but it's made our lives so much nicer, so if you and your partner/roommate are both people who sometimes need total privacy in order to recharge, maybe try it

[satanic-assistant]

i am procrastinating

imma be honest, the only reason im putting queues up before the drop of the Potential's Preparation is that i don't wanna do all the editing and stuff (changed the names of animals) and im procrastinating having to do it.

[suswous]

I will say, something that’s kinda convenient for guys, is that you can just grow a beard and look significantly older. I can’t grow a beard w/o help, and if I did w/ that help, and still otherwise presented as I do now, ‘oh she must be older than 25’ is not going to be people’s first impression.

[serial-unaliver]

call me insane I mean neurodivergent but it's possible to engage in weaponized incompetence while neurodivergent. like, I don't think 90% of the internet knows what weaponized incompetence means. it isn't simply struggling to complete tasks, it's malicious compliance. malicious compliance is a strategy for punishment of and control of another person. it can be done justifiably, like in response to an employer demanding you complete a dangerous task, but a situation like "husband thinks he shouldn't give a fuck about his children because that's for women" is a bit different, no?

like it's genuinely concerning to me to see weaponized incompetence misinterpreted to defend it because it's still incredibly normalized--how many wives joke about how it's just a guy thing to not be able to do laundry or not know basic facts about your child to tell a doctor? weaponized incompetence is already portrayed as some sort of inherent trait instead of learned behavior, so to see people say "what if it's adhd" (I forgot you think adhd and autism are ALSO only something men deal with and the wife has zero issues, sorry /s) actually drives me insane

[cadaverjuices]

i drew comics of me ocs.

the barbie movie event

the twilight movie event

bonus kitties

if u want their pronouns/names. in order of appearance, left to right;

TBME;

blue (he/him), medic (he/him), batter (it/its), assistant (they/them), pyro (they/them).

TTME;

medic (he/him), pyro (they/them), assistant (they/them) again, and. idk the twilight cast sorry. edward effer/vescent or something

kitties;

ballsack (he/doesnt know gender due to being a cat go crazy), clair (he/him), pussy (she/doesnt know what gender is either. she wont care)

[spiderziege]

if you are still taking hermitcraft build requests: mumbos season 8 mountain base?

i love your art!!!

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Still heartbroken by the fact that Crowley doesn't leave until he sees Aziraphale go to Heaven.

He leaves the bookshop, but he doesn't leave. He waits to see if Aziraphale would change his mind. He gave him one last chance to come back. And only once Aziraphale makes the final choice to go to heaven does Crowley get in the Bentley.

Also, the fact that GO posted this as a promo image when they knew what scene this is from is evil

[ca-3]

More random Ryuko and pegorYURI doodles ❤️💛✨️

[omo321]

realized I never drew Hattori (although I like him a lot) so I tried +same with Shiho

[autumnoakes]

okay but going back to zagreus and melinoë for a second... i think when they meet they're going to have a LOT to work on with each other if they're going to get along. zagreus likes to push boundaries and he doesn't like leaving things unresolved if there's something he can do about it and melinoë is a LOT like hades in so many ways (temperment and sometimes her tone in particular). they're going to get on each others' nerves. they're going to drive each other up the wall. they're going to need time to get to know each other and understand each other and they might not get the chance to during hades 2 (what with mel's task seeming pretty nonstop. i know she's a goddess but girl don't you get tired???).

[rebouks]

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[Robin scrambled over the back of the sofa and wedged himself beside Oscar, absently watching TV. Part of him hoped his father wouldn’t wake, but he was a notoriously light sleeper so the chances were slim. Sure enough, Oscar stirred, sleepily wrapping an arm around his son with a cosy hum] Oscar: Mmh-.. what time is it? Robin: I don’t know. Oscar: Late, then… [Robin shrugged a shoulder, the steady rhythm of his father’s heartbeat soothing his frayed nerves; he wished they could just stay like this forever-.. Oscar’s breathing softened as he threatened to drift off again though, reminding Robin why he’d clambered out of bed in the first place] Robin: Papa.. can I ask you something? Oscar: Anything. [Robin held his breath, readying himself for the inevitable barrage of Oscar’s unpleasant memories] Robin: Can you tell me the truth about what Larry said? I asked grandma, but she made me promise I’d ask you too-.. that you’d explain it better than her. Oscar: Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time? Robin: I don’t want you to die again… Oscar: I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Robin: You can’t exactly promise something like that. Oscar: I promise I’ll try my best not to, then. Robin: You still think about that sorta stuff though, don’t you? How do you know it won’t happen again? [Oscar sighed as he righted himself and settled Robin atop his knee, wondering what on earth Sidney had told him] Robin: She said you knew the risks-.. why’d you do it? Oscar: I wasn’t thinking straight-.. bit off more than I could chew. I was in a pretty bad place at the time. Robin: Why? Oscar: I like to keep things to myself, but it doesn’t do you any favours; I used to use all that nasty stuff to bury my feelings, to numb the pain it caused me to keep it all locked up n’ keep going. Robin: But everyone has secrets, don’t they? Oscar: They do, the fewer the better though-.. I think you’re as bad as me for bottling stuff up, but it’s so important to talk about things n’ let people help, ‘cause otherwise you’ll just end up finding unhealthy ways to cope instead. Robin: So, it happened by accident? Oscar: Yeah-.. it was pretty scary, to be honest. Robin: But it definitely wasn’t on purpose? Oscar: Sometimes I figured it’d be easier, but I didn’t want to die, no. Robin: I don’t want you to either, not ever. Oscar: It’s normal to be frightened of losing the people you love. Robin: Really? Oscar: Yeah-.. I used to worry about my grandad dying when I was your age. Sometimes it’d randomly pop into my head and I’d wonder what I’d do without him n’ get all pissy with everyone ‘til I could be alone, then I’d cry about it. [Robin felt a twinge of sadness yet smiled faintly, feeling slightly less weird for worrying so excessively] Robin: Sorry I asked grandma first… Oscar: It’s alright, being curious is normal too. [Oscar squeezed Robin tightly, semi-wishing he’d explained a little sooner; he was so mature for his age sometimes] Oscar: I’ll never ever be upset with you for asking questions, okay? There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about. Robin: I didn’t want to make you remember. Oscar: The past is what makes us who we are, buddy-.. I just hope I’ve made enough mistakes for the both of us…

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

at this point my music taste is basically just alex turner's t-shirts