#I'm still trying to find motivation

[gonergoat]

The Consort; "Hot smokin' babe, ayee!"

[frostinepac3]

Something comforting

[speeding-fox]

What do you get when you fuse a hedgehog from the future with a dragon bike from the future? Maybe something like this.

Inactive mode under cut.

[spliqi]

rolling around on the ground thinking about how higuchi dedicated her life to looking after someone who no longer remembers her. and even if he gets his memories back his new strength means he won’t have the same need for her protection anyway. her entire purpose gone in the blink of an eye

[wayfinderships]

Good afternoon gamers!!! I miss F.inal F.antasy. I miss it a lot-

[insipid-drivel]

Friendship and relationships are hard, I'm lonely and can't be loved by anyone, so here's some hard realities and wisdom from someone who's going to die sad and alone inevitably:

Many of you have got to try to put some effort in nurturing your relationships with your friends, or at least more clearly negotiate what your friends can and can't expect from you in the long-term.

Seriously, this whole 0-contact-aside-from-reacting-through-each-other's notes and proclaiming you're ride-or-die about someone for it? Is literally killing me. I've actually been dealing with suicidality because of how impossible it is to stay in touch with, or even on good terms with, people I thought were my friends but ghosted me, and then acted bewildered when I was angry with them for it or didn't acknowledge them as my friend anymore. "You can't be mad at me for not answering your DMs for 7 years! We're friends! I still reblog your reblogs!"

I am absolutely allowed to be angry, and I absolutely can demote you in my mind from "person I thought was a friend" to "mutual that ignores me until they need a dopamine fix or an answer to a specific question".

Months or years of unprompted, unbroken silence is not friendship - acquaintenceship, sure, but not friendship. It's a bad friend that expects love and loyalty by default no matter how long they've been ghosting their friends.

Love and loyalty are like a garden: they require cultivating and a commitment to nurture and grow, or else it gradually withers, and eventually dies. Earning the love and loyalty of a friend and then abandoning the garden of that relationship is how you find yourself locked out of your former friend's garden, or find them lonely, miserable, and exhausted from trying to keep the garden thriving when they themselves have slowly been dying inside because you haven't come back to the garden in years.

You have to learn to reach out and nurture your relationships. If you're autistic or otherwise have problems socializing, there are still some skills that you need to learn to avoid being isolated and friendless at the end of the day. Being autistic with trouble socializing is not an excuse to treat people you call your friends or that you claim to love like hobbies you can leave and come back to whenever you feel like - I learned this the hard way as an autistic person with shit social skills.

You have to negotiate what a friend can expect from you if you're an Outside Cat Friend that only drops in when you have specific reasons to reach out. It can be heartbreaking being the friend left waiting for a reply or a text without knowing the friend you're waiting for is an Outside Cat Friend.

Unless you have already agreed with your friend(s) that it's okay to ghost each other for extensive periods, spontaneously dropping out of contact with someone you've convinced is a good friend to you is really shitty and makes you a shitty friend.

"But I don't have the energy to reach out." Tell them.

"I have a lot going on and don't have time to talk." FUCKING TELL THEM.

"I haven't had anything to talk about." THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR.

"I've been too anxious to reach out." SAY THAT. JUST SAY THAT.

"I need a break from social contact for a while, so I don't wanna talk at all really." SAY THAT BEFORE YOU JUST DROP OFF THE END OF THE EARTH.

I've been the Reaching-Out Friend for most of my life, and in the past 5-10 years especially, I haven't been finding a whole lot of strength left to keep tending abandoned gardens that are thriving in name only. I've gotten fed up with self-professed friends that say they love me or view me as a sibling, but ultimately prove themselves to be bystanders when it's my turn to need someone to lean on and help me look after the garden.

Yes, there are absolutely friends you can have that can go years without hearing from you and still pick up where you left off when you do meet up again. They're awesome and worth keeping just as much as any other friends are.

There are also those friends that silently grieve your absence, that reach out to no avail, and wind up leaving the garden to die entirely after salting the soil with their own tears. Those are the friends that you've taken too much from without giving enough of yourself in return, and you've used them up and thrown them away without realizing you've treated someone that cared about you like a tool.

"I'm not the kind of friend that reaches out first."

That's your choice. No matter how you dress it up, when you decide it's time to neglect a friend, you're choosing to neglect them if they aren't prepared for what to expect from a friendship with you. You have the right to do that whenever you want to, but you cannot expect a warm reception with every person you do it to every time you do it. You cannot anticipate full amnesty in advance without full disclosure in advance.

If you're currently thinking of someone you've left sitting on read for a long time right now? It might be time to break your pattern and reach out for once.

Fall together, not apart.

[dafry-shenanigans]

Nomicon and first ninja: *speaking in Japanese*

Randy: *doesn't understand but can hear his name being said in The tone™* "I don't speak Japanese, but i am very fluent in being thrown under the bus"

[fictionadventurer]

Potential August Reads:

Helen by Maria Edgeworth

Marcel's Letters by Carolyn Porter

Heretics by G.K. Chesterton

The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion by Beth Brower

Something by Rose Wilder Lane

Poetry by James Whitcomb Riley

Something Jane Austen related (movies/miniseries count)

[sskk-manifesto]

Finally got around to watching ep 11 (´；ω；｀)

[mattmonss]

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[saturnsorbits]

Okay, so I know we all hate him, but Mahito is a legitimately brilliant villain...

[caramello-koalas-for-feminism]

Guys I'm running outta space

[dracimexidae]

What better workout for my arms than working this beast of a thread right here 🥵

[delightful-69]

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[uwudonoodle]

I will preface this by saying I am not into the whole live action superhero thing that's been going on for the last 20 years (I specify live action, because animated Miles Morales Spiderman is the exception for me).

Today while at the gym, I got my first exposure to DC's Suicide Squad. I only caught the last 30 minutes of the movie while walking on the treadmill. The TV was like 35 feet away, too far to even read subtitles, and I was listening to music at the time. With that context, here's my thoughts:

So this one-eyed dude shows up to terrorize the city, and my first thought is - Is this an episode of MST3K?

Then out of it's armpit flies all these tiny starfish that latched onto people's faces, ala alien style.

It's a good thing I didn't see this in theaters, because I have never had such a hard time stifling giggles in public.

Then this guy shows up, and at first I thought that they'd forgotten to CG out his dot suit, but nope that's just his superhero outfit.

What's your superhero name, bud? Mr. Wonderbread?

Then out of nowhere, somebody bitch slapped Viola Davis. It's a good thing treadmills have handles, because I about died when she dropped out of frame. Hope she's okay.

Then Barbie jumped inside the starfish, and every rat in the city followed her. Even though I was wondering if she was going to drown, it was somehow shot as this ethereal beautifully scene???

Also, did they spend the entire budget on that fat starfish's jiggle physics? It was so bouncy...

[lit-in-thy-heart]

fucking hate moving