#I want to know about these Reddit threads

[thebluestbluewords]

omg thank you for peer reviewing my tags! Now that I’m seeing your thoughts here I am having even more thoughts about Jane’s recipe blog and like I have irl wedding prep to do tonight so I’m not writing it rn but I am opening a new doc to just make some notes real quick….

Jane’s blog is named something like Sugar and Spikes and she starts out with a cute bio where she talks about herself (anonymized because Jane Is Not Stupid) and her boyfriend :) and how she named the blog because she’s a girly-girl but her boyfriend wears a lot of spikes and she just thinks it’s cute :)

She starts out with some traditional recipes. Her ideal moist and cakey pumpkin cookies. (Yes, you can make them dairy free!) Her favorite maple banana bread. The chocolate protein waffles her boyfriend goes crazy for :) she had to come up with the recipe herself after she found her boyfriend’s boyfriend in the kitchen one night trying to strain cooked protein powder clumps out of hot milk because “he wanted hot chocolate but also gains”.

just, normal recipes for her normal family :)

(I already have a few of my own favorite recipes pulled for this fic)

The recipes get a little weirder as the blog goes on, but they’re still really good baked goods, and her more dedicated readers have stopped using the skip to recipe button entirely. Forget recipe blogs that detail middle-aged divorce, the Sugar and Spikes girl has at least four?? Possibly five??? Partners??? And it’s clear from the recipes and some of the photos she’s posted that at least one of the partners is famous enough to bring her baked goods to a Literal Palace, but it’s not clear which ONE and then an instaroyal account posts a RAVE review of one of her recipes and mentions that she just loves the stories that go along with them :)

and it takes off.

Jane buys herself a new whisk. And then a new stand mixer. Not because Carlos took it apart, but because she’s making baked goods as a full time job, and her little pink one she’s owned since college isn’t holding up anymore.

her boyfriend (Spikes. Just to be clear. Not her boyfriend’s boyfriend, whose blog name is….idk maybe Goose? or her girlfriend, whose blog name is Duck) upgrades it for her so that it can handle a double batch of bread dough.

and that’s where I’m leaving this for now because I really do have irl things to take care of tonight but I Will return to this with some more thoughts later :)

descendants tweets [24/?] Jane edition

[cometconnector]

do you guys like my new pfp

hii werewolf tommy kinard.. welcome to my brain..

[skyheld]

I feel like now is a good time to mention that when I criticize veilguard (or any dragon age game tbh) I try to avoid putting the blame on anyone specific unless they've explicitly said they're responsible for a particular piece of writing being the way it is. I criticize the writing, I don't want to criticize the writers. They're not incompetent and I'm certain they do care about the lore of previous games. Most of the time when the writing falls short I believe it's due to studio interference or time constraints.

I have a lot of thoughts, I might post some of them eventually because it's somewhat cathartic to talk about the bigger issues i have even if no one needs to hear every little thing. But I can be mad at how the game turned out and sad for the people who worked on it and i am

[lesbianfakir]

It is my god given mission to NOT draw fakir as a white boy idc what’s canon, this interview annoys me so bad

[ID: rough transcript of an interview with Ikuko Itoh. Someone asks “since fakir is an Arabic word, does that mean fakir is Arab and/or was he intentionally made to look so, and if so why?” The transcriber writes “her response to this is that while in her mind he is not Arab, she wouldn’t rule out the possibility that fakir has Arab ancestry in his family tree”]

WHY’D YOU GIVE HIM AN ARABIC NAME THEN?? It’s okay mr fakir I won’t let her whitewash you

[transgaysex]

does anyone have any tips on how to gather the courage for several big expenses

[rosesradio]

man i sure hope things get better soon…

[champagnemoon]

Every corporate young person dreams of moving to a cool city and becoming a cool person but what really happens is a bunch of people with degrees in finance move to a quirky city and make it boring within 20 years

[sugarwizard]

at this rate ill be a real human being with real human flesh and bones

[morethanwonderful]

[Image description: A Homestuck screenshot that reads "-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:34 --" Below that image, a wikipedia screenshot that reads "In a religious context, gnosis is mystical or esoteric knowledge based on direct participation with the divine." End description].

I never really bothered to look into the meaning of Jade's chumhandle the first time I read Homestuck because I know nothing about gnosticism, but, heh. Good name for miss "I stare into clouds in my dreams and gain esoteric knowledge of the future." Especially given the way dreamselves and the medium tie into gods and mythology.

[eriexplosion]

Fandom salt below:

Part of what makes the TBB discussion really difficult is that if it's a fakeout it's DONE REALLY WELL with lots of hints that direction and if it's real it's done very poorly, but when trying to use narrative direction to theorize, specifically in the sightline of edgy dudebros, someone will always appear from the ether to accuse you of denial. This will happen no matter how objective you are in pulling apart how the story works. Also if you discuss target audience and how it affects how the storyline plays out they WILL get pissy at the suggestion that any part of Star Wars might not be intended for them and only them.

[missremember]

You know you haven't updated in too long when the spam bots start hitting your comments section

[cleolinda]

AITA for banning my husband and father in law from the delivery room due to their intensely stressful/creepy behavior during my pregnancy?

There’s a famous Reddit post from 2020 where a pregnant woman wrote that her husband and father-in-law were a little too comfortable with their certainty that she was absolutely going to die in childbirth just like her husband’s late mother. It was to the point where her FIL was insisting that she go ahead and put all her clothes into storage, because she was obviously going to die in the hospital and it would save them the grief of packing up her things afterwards. Like. It was WILD.

When I tell my husband [that she feels suspicious of her FIL], he calls me paranoid, but I feel like my FIL WANTS me to die; his whole life identity for the past 35 years has been “amazing single dad” (never dated or had close friends or even hobbies really), and it seems like he’s looking forward to being able to guide my husband through what he went through. At this point, I’d honestly be happy to never see my FIL again, and I certainly don’t want him in the delivery room, especially since he told me he was “putting [his] foot down” about me not being “allowed” to have an epidural…. My husband, in addition to backing his dad on everything, acts like my due date is my death date, and has completely pulled away from me.

The commenters (and me, honestly) were convinced that the husband and FIL were either going to kill her outright to fulfill this expectation, or just make decisions about her care that might conveniently let her die.

And then she never posted again.

Over the last four years, people have frequently mentioned that post, always leading to a thread of people saying, “Oh god, I still worry about that woman.” I did too. It became one of those famous unresolved posts that people always wondered about.

Until yesterday, when someone on r/BestOfRedditorUpdates dug up a 2022 update she had posted on a different account:

TLDR; I had a beautiful and healthy baby girl, and I divorced my ex-husband. I lived, obviously.

She writes that she put her foot down about having her own mother in the delivery room rather than her FIL (!), and she WOULD be getting an epidural. Her husband lost his shit. And in his outburst, he let slip--

I admittedly lost my temper, and told him that I wasn’t going to die- it wasn’t my fault his father’s trauma wormed it’s way into his head, and that he needed to fix it without taking it out on me. He yelled at me that he didn’t need therapy. That caught me a little off guard; I asked him why he went to his therapist and was given advice about my death if he felt he didn’t need it. His expression gave it away, and he caved not long after. It turns out there was no therapist. It was just his dad. During the times he was supposed to be at therapy, he was with his dad. I’m still fuming.

And that was when she got the fuck out.

I’ll wrap this up- I’ve got an adorable little toddler tugging at my leg atm. I’m alive, I’m happy, and I’ve got my baby in my arms. Life is good.

I truly never thought we'd see a resolution to this, and I feel like there's probably a good number of people who remember it, so I thought you might want to know.

ETA: Brilliantly, I put the link in at the top; here it is again for convenience.

[maxidebt]

patrick stump is so real for writing porcelain

[foldingfittedsheets]

I was telling my coworker Tyler about my weekend and he was in hysterics listening to my cascade of bad and bizarre decisions. Since most of my coworkers know I have some small notoriety here he asked, “Did you put this on tumblr?”

“No! I’m too embarrassed!”

He exclaimed, “You write about your UTI’s and dildo bathrooms and this is too embarrassing!? Pillows??”

So fine. Here’s my embarrassing pillow story for your enjoyment.

I have been struggling desperately to find a new pillow that I love. My Tempurpedic Symphony was over ten years old and disgusting and I needed to stop sleeping on a biohazard so I finally tossed it. I tried to replace it with a new one but Tempurpedic changed the density and the new one is shit.

Thus began the saga of pillows. My parents got me a Purple Harmony. I liked it very much in store. At home it was too tall. I exchanged it for the low. This was too low. Frustrated I called my mom to ask if she liked hers to which she said no so I asked to give it another shot.

Enter, the villain. My mom’s house does not smell bad. But it does smell strongly. It’s hard to quantify and again it’s not a bad smell it is simply powerful and foreign. The pillow I took from her was saturated with what my beloved and I began to call Mom Smell.

The pillow still smelled like mom’s house weeks after coming into our home, even after being slept on and with protectors and pillow cases, the smell permeated. The pillow was still too tall. So then I entered an experimental phase. The purple pillow is made up of a latex insert with a gel grid around it on the outside. The inset was too tall, but I could use the gel grid external to wrap around a pillow that was too low!

I stuffed every conceivable iteration into the purple grid. I tried the new symphony. I tried existing pillows in my home. I even borrowed a pillow from the back room at work which wasn’t in inventory so it was okay and the worst part was that was the perfect height but too soft to stay that height and ended up disappointing me and being surreptitiously returned.

I then tried an IKEA pillow that a Reddit thread suggested was similar to the original symphony and was delighted to learn that it came in three pieces so the height could be adjusted. This kicked off a new round of experimentation after I realized the pillow itself was rock solid and hurt my ears. The 1” insert could be added to things to try to bring too low pillows to the correct height. I still need to try to return this pillow.

I then turned to my friend who also owns a mattress store and asked if he had a Technogel pillow to trade for one of the Purple pillows. He agreed and I ended up with a Technogel that’s 5.5” which is sliiiiightly too tall. Then I remembered:

During this frenzy of pillow madness I’d foisted two pillows onto my mom in exchange for the purple pillow and belatedly realized that one of them was a Technogel that had been too low. Now with an insert I realized it could be perfect. So I got the pillow back but I faced a problem.

The Mom Smell.

I didn’t want to wait two or more weeks for the smell to pass normally. So I got the pillow back and indeed, it had Mom Smell. I then remembered that my beloved had been gifted something called “pillow mist” from their employer ages ago that had a sage smell I liked.

So I took the pillow, sprayed the inside of the dryer and set it to low to coat the nice sage smell into the foam.

This was a mistake.

The dryer suddenly reeked of sage and musk, the heat having amplified the mist out of all proportion. The whole upstairs screamed the contents of the innocuous bottle and my head instantly hurt. Now not only did the pillow reek of a new louder smell, so did the dryer.

I looked around and spotted vinegar and decided to wipe down the dryer with it in hopes of wiping out the overpowering mist smell. Afterward it smelled like hot vinegar which was something of an improvement. I regarded the pillow and could practically see animated smell lines coming off it. I wiped that with vinegar too. Then it smelled like SAGE Vinegar Mom.

I finally collapsed in a puddle of defeat, having created and defeated several problems but ultimately having made a pillow much stinkier than before.

My beloved came home.

They listened to my tiny tale of woe with increasing amusement.

They asked, “Why didn’t you use the Febreze?”

“What? They don’t have Febreze that’s unscented, do they?”

My beloved walked into the bathroom and came out with a bottle of unscented Febreze that would have solved my problem instantly. I facepalmed hard enough to cause brain damage.

I sprayed the pillow. It sat for a few days, ready to join my parade of pillow experiments. The sage and vinegar are both thankfully gone.

It does however still smell faintly of my mother.

[seamany]

The post that solved it all for me PART 1

NOT MY POST, THIS IS MOBILEBLACKSMITH2535 VIA REDDIT

(It might sound like I'm yelling at you in this paragraph but these are just things I wish someone told me like years ago) Here is where I talk about everything law of assumption that helped me ACTUALLY become a master manifestor. The law of assumption, as I see it, is the law of being. You cannot experience what you are not being. Coming from a person that used to cry myself to sleep every night feeling frustrated, hopeless, and extremely tired of putting all this effort into something and getting absolutely nothing back, this shit is real. Please do not take this post with a grain of salt. Please do not toss my story in with the probably hundreds of other "I have shifted" threads/videos you have witnessed. If you want to shift listen to every word that I say. I can't explain why we have this power I just know that from November of 2020 to July of 2023 I have been working my ass of to get somewhere, anywhere. In between those 3 years I had an on and off behavior towards shifting. I used to force myself to forget about shifting for a few weeks because it hurt too much to think about it. I felt like I won the lottery and I couldn't cash in the money. It was awful and I wouldn't wish that feeling of hopelessness on any other conscious being. Sometimes I would watch shifting tik tok compilation videos on YouTube and get a surge of motivation that would soon die out along with any semblance of dignity and self-esteem I had left. I'm telling you not asking you to see me as a real completely sane person because that is exactly what I am. Even though I'm creative and spiritual (not religious, spiritual), I can't help but see things logically. It's just my nature. I like patterns, formulas, structured systems, explanations, science, etc. I knew the probability of hundreds upon thousands of people describing in detail their experience of shifting couldn't be a phenomenon but a real...thing. I, for some reason, never doubted the possibility of shifting, more my capability to do it. Along my journey I've had my moments of distrust surrounding shifting in itself, and as I rounded onto the 3rd year of attempts I had increasing feelings of dread and anger. I was angry at the world that I live in, feeling dreadful that I couldn't escape it all. Then on one fateful fateful day, specifically July 31rst 2023 at about 8:30 am, I shifted. It was easy and it was effortless. Just as everyone says, but that's not something I'd like to focus on in today's post. I'm not making this post to tell you how simple shifting is or to "let go" (whatever the fuck that means) or to change your mindset. Those things are all useless compared to the thing that just clicked for me on July 31rst 2023 at about 8:30 am. What I am going to tell you is going to be so stupidly straightforward that your mind isn't going to want to believe me at first. You are going to try to make it more complicated than it is, just like you probably did with shifting when you first learned about it. But assure you that you should take what I am about to say at face-value. You don't need to let go, you don't need to change anything about yourself, you don't need to "release blockages", you don't need to reprogram your subconscious mind. You are done. You have your desire already. You are finished and there is nothing left for you to do.

LOOK AT MY PAGE FOR PART TWO