#The closet is comfy

[biggie-cheeese]

The feeling of my flat chest is so euphoric why the hell did I give this up

[orsanedraws]

stole Hamish's face to create a little fucked up science freak and play him like a doll

[beanghostprincess]

Modern day Namivivi would dress like this because this is how my girlfriend and I dress and I think it suits them

[ii-meeple-confessions]

Something that's haunting my brain is the thought that--assuming MePhone and 3GS's emotional processors work close enough to human brains for this to work the same way--it will probably take them YEARS to even BEGIN to fully process their trauma.

I'm not sure if this is true of everyone, but I know that generally, your brain doesn't start fully processing things like trauma or grief until it feels safe to do so. (It's why you might be fine at a funeral, but then when you step into your bedroom you suddenly burst into tears. Or in terms of trauma, it's why abuse survivors have a risk of going BACK to their abusers because once they get away from them and get someplace safe, they suddenly start feeling WORSE, because their brain is finally unpacking everything.)

MePhone and 3GS? Yeah they got away from Cobs. But now they're left in a weird, uncertain position. MePhone wants to give the contestants space so he probably won't hang around the island. But where do they go from there? Meeple HQ? Maybe at first, but they're sure not going to feel SAFE there.

They'll probably wind up traveling someplace else they've never been before. Maybe they'll travel to several places before they find a more permanent home, or maybe they'll just become comfortable with a life of travel. Either way, it's probably going to be a while before they have a home, or at least a place they truly feel safe.

And THEN it hits them. Their processors have decided it's safe to do so, and begin to unpack their trauma, and it SUCKS. Just when they felt they were doing better, they suddenly feel worse than they have in YEARS. Worse than when Cobs shut 3GS in the closet. Worse than when MePhone lost everything and Cobs went all-out physically attacking him. (MePhone especially is going to have it rough because he had NO TIME to fully take in how bad everything was as it was happening. 3GS ironically might fare slightly better because he at least had time to think through things in that closet, awful as that was.) Hopefully at this point they'll have built up a support network of some sort so they can have SOMEONE to help them, but man, they're in for a rough time.

But that's how it goes. Things get worse before they get better, and hopefully things really will start getting better for these two.

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[eggtimeiguess]

Tragedy!: local trans fem fully intended to go and buy more fem clothes but got to the shop panicked the second she entered the women's section and had to leave clotheless! many such cases

[larwisko]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARKER‼️‼️

[buckevantommy]

one thing that saddens me about buck (aside from the bachelor showhome that is the loft never feeling like home for lack of knicknacks and personalisation and homely touches) is that his clothes always look like they're brand new out of the packet never been worn and will never be worn again.

yes, this is tv and for the most part items of clothing only tend to be worn once or twice unless they're purposefully being used to aid visual storytelling. but every other character wears pieces that look like they've been worn more than once - and this comes down to comfortable sizing as well as fabric fading visible on things like denim and henleys, and also how vibrant or muted the coloured dye is; that blue hoodie from 7x06 for example is a stark bright blue with no fade points or signs of wear and barely enough room in the shoulders, compared to the the softer grey marled hoodie he wears after the lightning strike(?).

there's meta galore about this in terms of buck not feeling comfortable in his own skin and having peacock tendencies especially in earlier seasons, and it's so good to see him wearing looser fits that actually give him room to move and seeing more earthy muted tones that peak to feeling grounded in his self and his relationship with tommy.

but what i would really love to see is the appearance of a comfy threadbare tee with some logo or print that buck wears to bed or when he's sick or just off a long hard shift or just hanging out during his offtime. some casual pieces with not just more room but more wear in them. just one or more pieces of clothing that look like they have been worn and will be worn again, some clothes with love in them that he wears for himself instead of for the person he thinks he needs to be or for the outside world.

let him have some comfort clothes. let him be daggy. let him be sentimental. let him be cozy and soft and comforted physically and emotionally in clothes that will stick around bc he likes them not bc they make him look good for others.

[camels-pen]

Usopp: Zoro, where are my Shuriken Stars?

Zoro: why are you asking me?

Usopp: because you're the only other person who uses my locker

Zoro: oh yeah. i put them in the Cook's locker last night. wasn't enough space.

Sanji: what-

Usopp: space for what?

Zoro: me, duh

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Challenge Level: HARD!

gather up an outfit for work that is suitable, pretty, and comfy

most of your clothes are dirty and you do not have much to pick from

Challenge: COMPLETED!

[geddy-leesbian]

stole his bf's clothes for his annual Leon's grave Valdelobos trip

[joyfuladorable]

< Prev Doodles | First Set of Doodles

Surprise, @redstringraven!! Guess who watched a playthrough of Horizon Forbidden West AND the DLC Burning Shores and Then proceeded to reread Pretend that I Never Left and draw Four More DOODLE PAGES!!!! To all the 2k3 Mikey fans out there, this is the fic for you!

[ssahotchnerr]

my fyp is literally nothing but fall vibes and i’m just yearning for it SO BAD. and my aaron centered brain just keeps picturing it alllll with him and i’m 😣💓

[7-oh-ta1]

It was 10pm and now it's 11pm after I decided to rearrange and organize my room to fix my life 😌🌺

[obwjam]

Hey Loved your ghostbusters fics!!! idk if you're still doing the prompts but can you do 20 with Egon?

“I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

this one is so perfectly egon 😭 the scenario is a continuation of the fic where my oc and venkman get shrunk bc i think it's so perfect and i want to do more with it

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“Egon! Come on! I know you can hear me.”

It had been a few weeks since you and Peter Venkman had been shrunk by some mysterious red slime. Somehow, you had managed to adjust – mostly – to your strange new reality. No longer did you get dizzy every time you looked up at your giant friends, nor did you wake up every morning with a persistent feeling of dread and the urge to vomit everywhere. 

That didn’t mean it had gotten any easier.

A feeling you didn’t anticipate now dominated your days: helplessness. You were too busy being terrified of the possibility of dying that you didn’t stop to think about what everyday life would be like at this diminished height. You decided it was incredibly boring. Watching Egon work tirelessly to find a way to reverse your condition without being able to help was mind-numbingly agonizing.

“Spenglerrrrr… Spengler. Egon Spengler. Egon Spengler, is, ignoring me. He’s pretending I don’t exi-iiiist,” you sang, horribly off-key and with no discernable melody. You might as well have a little fun.  

“Del, please,” he said finally, giving a disgruntled sigh. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Can’t I help? You know I know what I’m doing.”

“I know.” You stared intently as he quickly jotted something down, though from your perspective, his arm seemed to move in slow motion. “But, no.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

A sigh. “I’ve told you a thousand times.”

“Tell me one thousand and one, then.”

“You don’t need me to. Maybe Ray doesn’t care as much, but I do. I don’t want anything happening to you that could be easily preventable.”

“Going over notes or sharing ideas isn’t going to kill me, you know!”

“You say that like it’s a certainty.”

You swallowed down the growing icky feeling. “If that were the case, I would have dropped dead weeks ago.”

Egon seemed to consider that, but he was clearly done having this conversation. He silently went back to work, but you didn’t even give him a few minutes before pushing him again. God, the boredom was consuming.

“Seriously, I could just brainstorm over there while you do the actual work! It’d be fine, I’ve taken plenty of naps today, I –”

Suddenly, he slammed his pen down. Well, it wasn’t really a slam, but to you, he might as well have shot it out of a cannon. “I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

Shocked, you crossed your arms and frowned. You knew he was being playful in that deadpan Egon way of his, but a sick feeling entered your stomach when he said that. Oh, yeah, you thought. He could do anything to me without even thinking about it.

You were quiet for a while after that, but his comments made you too scared to even move, so you just sat there, stupidly, watching him continue on like nothing had happened. Thirty minutes or thirty hours could have gone by, you wouldn’t have noticed the difference. All you could think about was how long you'd be able to last with limited oxygen if you were sealed shut inside a clear airtight prison.

Egon had a feeling his joke didn’t go over well, and the ensuing stretch of silence filled him with unease. Venkman joked about it all the time, but that was just his coping mechanism. You didn’t like to do that so much, and sometimes, Egon forgot that.

Resigned, he put his pen down and turned to you, so helpless and small sitting on the table. You were very intentionally trying to ignore him.

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “I won’t actually stick you in a jar.”

“You sure about that?” you snapped, still refusing to look up. “You could do anything, and I couldn’t stop you.”

“Well, maybe you couldn’t, but Ray or Winston certainly could.” No response. “That was a joke.”

You grunted. “Not a very good one.”

Egon pinched the brim of his nose. He had really messed this one up, huh?

“You haven’t talked about it all that much.”

You looked at him out of sheer surprise. “What?”

“The psychological effects. Of your… circumstance.”

“What?” you repeated defensively. “Yes I…” you stopped. You’ve certainly thought about it every day, and you even vented to Venkman about it occasionally, but you thought it didn’t really need explaining.

“I mean, I just… assumed it was obvious.”

“Not necessarily,” Egon countered. “Venkman’s basically been the same.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a shitty example.”

For the first time today, you and Egon locked eyes. Even through the discomfort of staring at a human being that was as tall as a building, you could sense his genuine concern. He just didn’t quite know how to ask.

“Nothing is… wrong, per se. It’s not like the shrinking forced me to think a different way. It’s just been hard to… I can’t, I can’t do anything like this. You won’t even let me help figure out a way to fix myself! I���I’ve just… I’ve been noticing that you’ve…” You took a shaky breath. This was harder to say than you thought. “Well, you’re kind of treating me like a child.”

Egon raised his eyebrows, a little embarrassed by the observation. “A child?”

“Well, yeah. You’re ignoring me, getting frustrated when I try to get your attention, and despite always working by your side when I was normal human height, you suddenly act like I can’t contribute anything meaningful anymore. Like my intelligence is all gone, somehow.”

Egon felt his cheeks flush red. It was so obvious now that Del was pointing it out. He was babying them. Acting like any little movement would kill them. They already had enough on their plate – Egon acting like his mother only served to make matters worse.

“I’m… sorry, Del,” Egon said finally, his voice a little hoarse. “This is all so unprecedented, I didn’t want to do anything wrong, or hurt you without knowing.”

“If you were hurting me, I’d say something!”

“Sure,” Egon said, clearly not believing you. “But, truthfully… I’m getting nowhere, Del. I – I can’t even begin to describe how complex this all is.”

“Egon, I have a PhD and a Master’s. I’m smart too, you know.”

“I know, I know.” He shook his head. “But even after going over your test results and obsessing over this slime, I don’t even have a clue. How am I supposed to get you back to normal?”

You smirked. “Why are you acting like you have to do it alone?”

“Huh.” Egon huffed a laugh. “Checkmate, I suppose.”

“Just… let me help you on this. Please.” You padded over to his hand, which was resting comfortably next to his notebook. You placed your miniscule hand on his knuckle, forcing yourself to find the juxtaposition more endearing than terrifying. “Maybe you wouldn’t think I was so annoying if I actually had something productive to do.”

The giant snickered. “The less squeaking out of you, the better.”

He smiled warmly when you actually laughed at his joke. “Well, I don’t think I’m getting anywhere with this tonight.” He flipped his notes over and pushed the beaker of goo to the side. “How about a movie?”

“Really?” you perked up. “Can we have popcorn?”

“Well, I don’t think that…” he rolled his eyes when he saw the shit-eating grin on your face. “Sure, Del, I’ll make some popcorn.”

You climbed eagerly onto Egon’s hand. “And candy?”

“Let’s not push it.”

“But you don’t even know about Venkman’s secret stash.”

Egon couldn’t pretend he wasn’t curious. “What secret stash?”

“I’ll tell you… if you let me pick the movie.”

“Oh, good,” Egon deadpanned. “Another riveting romantic comedy, then?”

“Well, when you told me you’ve never seen When Harry Met Sally before…”

As the two of you fell back into normal banter, you felt as normal as you had since this whole thing occurred. Even if you were curled up in a small portion of a blanket that was bigger than an airport, and you could only eat three pieces of popcorn before getting full, you were still right where you wanted to be. 

For the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel so small.

[justanotherootd]

The Final Stretch: Night 6 of 7

The end is near – night 6 of 7, and I’m counting down the hours! Working nights has a rhythm all its own, and while I’m grateful for the productivity and quiet, the to-do list outside of work feels like it’s on overdrive. With a quick family trip coming up on Friday, I’ve got a lot to squeeze in: finish Christmas shopping, wrap all the gifts, and finally finish decorating the Christmas tree. It’s…

[butchaholic]

finally got an interview lined up, and realized i don't have anything to wear that won't be hell on the way there. my only suit is black. at least its summer weight... but its going to be damn near radioactive after an hour on the Q train followed by a mile in the sun.