#anyway! I hate it here 🙃

[bookshelfdreams]

cursed fact I learned today: you can pay a plastic surgeon to remove the sweat glands from your armpits

[piebingo]

You know come to think of it my main problem with hate (of celebrities or regular people) is not the hate itself, because we can have whatever feeling we want about whoever we want for whatever reason we want. My main problem is when the hate turns into bouts of insulting things that have nothing to do with it. No, your hate doesn’t give you a pass to insult someone’s bumpy nose or skin colour or curly hair. No, it doesn’t give you a pass for disgusting and unfounded misogynistic comments. It doesn’t give you a pass to comment on how ugly you find their bodies or how introverts are fucking weird and extroverts are obnoxiously loud and should just shut up. It doesn’t give you a pass.

You know why? Because while that person might never see/hear all of those things, everyone around you will. All the strangers you have nothing against that see your post on their feed? They’ll read how their curly hair is ugly. They’ll read how their body isn’t right. How their shy personality or rbf isn’t right. And that’s one of my main problems with celebrity hate. Because while you might think that the insults are justified because you don’t like that celebrity, you just manage to be an ass to everyone around. Like it’s not that hard to criticize things that you actually have problems with and to not insult everyone else in the same sentence. Being respectful isn’t just about the celebrity or person you hate, it’s about everyone that isn’t involved in the conflict.

[gaycrittercentral]

Ayyyyyy guess who missed Max’s birthday lmaoooo ^^; and after I missed the first one too godDAMNIT

Welp anyway I thought it’d be reeeeal funny if they both just forgot it was happening the same way lmaoooo

[californiaquail]

aging user base ass post but does anyone have vacuum recommendations for a broke person living in a studio apartment with a cat. please

[napping-sapphic]

I know it’s already getting unbearably hot but who wants to come try and nap with both me and my heating pad anyway

[theflyingfeeling]

wow it's gonna be -32 in Oulu tomorrow, I hope Olli is happy

[lesbiansanemi]

Still thinking about the conversation I had with my roommate’s bf like two weeks ago where he said he was scared of furries but also didn’t even know enough about furries to know they were called furries I had to figure out wtf he was talking about. The urge to become a full blown furry now. Despite having all the makings of a furry I for some reason have never ended up enthusiastically becoming one despite my best efforts. Well. With spite as my motivator here we are. Where are the furry artists, I’m commissioning both my tentative ideas for my fursonas. I’m inviting all my friends who are furries over and we’re gonna work on making fursuits. I will also make this a hostile living situation for you AND I will get the added bonus of doing fun furry stuff

[guinevereslancelot]

applied for the spring semester yesterday 🤡🔫

[thepioden]

The amount of critical corporate processes that are entirely reliant on Excel For Some Reason is truly depressing I'll tell you what

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Ok I lied, I also desperately want more about VLTD because I'm FERAL for it... *please*?? I'll take any little snippets you're willing to offer <3 - @fieldsofview

@fieldsofview god okay so Violet is coming a bit slow. I got 6k into it and realized I was already bored with the story. It just wasn't doing it for me, so I put it back in the percolator to stew some more and NOW I think I have the right setting for it. Originally I wanted to send them to Alaska bc of Nash's little throwaway thought about being brother of the year by buying Jo a plane ticket, but that's just not working for me creatively. Tennessee is where it's at, you know?

SO INSTEAD, he's going to buy her the ticket not knowing the reason she's been down in the dumps lately is because she misses when it was just the two of them. She's going to have a bit of a breakdown bc she's feeling all that and now he's trying to send her away?? But she still doesn't want to say it's him and Teddy that are the problem bc he's literally never been this happy before and she won't be the one to ruin it. So instead she confesses she misses her friends, which she does but also there's drama between her and Bella because of her moving away so it's a bit of a nasty surprise when she finds out that instead of Alaska Nash has arranged for her friends to stay with them for a week.

So now she has to deal with even less one-on-one time with her brother and also all the drama she thought was safely sequestered in Buford Hills.

So I'm going to have to cut most of what I have written (*sob*) but the intro is good enough to keep so here you go!

Here there be spoilers for Blue, like don't forget about me!

There’s an art to picking a hotel cheap enough that living out of it for three weeks won’t bankrupt you, but nice enough you won’t need to worry about bugs. In Jo’s opinion, it all comes down to the desk.

Hotel rooms follow a basic formula: bed (obviously), mini fridge (to store stress pudding), shitty single-brew coffee maker (always the same), a microwave (always different), an armchair in the corner (to sit in whilst eating pudding), and a desk. A good look at the desk and you’ll know whether you’ve made a mistake.

Too squat or wobbly—clearly not intended to be used—you’re in a cheap hotel meant for a single night stay and expected to be gone by breakfast. But a nice desk with a matching chair in a room that doesn’t make you feel like a dirty street urchin means you have successfully walked the line between frugality and indulgence.

Careful not to topple the precarious stack of client notes, Jo scoots the hard four-legged chair closer to the desk that’s too low to fit her thighs under despite being all of 5’4” in her derby skates. She sticks her plastic pudding spoon between her teeth and moves the stack away from the edge while creamy chocolate warms on her tongue. The sleeve of her favorite sweater, an ancient thing with a brown stain over her left breast that looks like a fatal stab wound (pudding incident of 2022), catches on the sharp corner but tears free without trouble thanks to the tattered state of the hems.

“When’re you gonna be home?”

She picks up her phone to see the familiar worry line between her brother’s eyebrows. Nash’s hair is overgrown again—beachy curls inching over his ears and peeping around the sides of his neck. He looks tired, but he always looks tired. More important is the aura of peace that he’s carried like a favorite blankie since they moved to their little mountain.

She swallows and slips the spoon from between her lips. “Thursday.” She points her spoon at the mini fridge where three pudding cups remain—one for each remaining day. “Think you can get the place baby sister proofed by then?”

The stress lines framing his mouth flex. “Yeah. ‘Course.”

She sticks her spoon into her pudding and leaves it there as she prepares to dig for whatever he isn’t saying, but, for once, he beats her to it.

He casts a surreptitious look over his shoulder then hunches forward and says, “Teddy’s got napkin swatches all over the front room.”

Ah, and they’re talking about Teddy again. It was a fun novelty for the first two months—she’s never seen her brother fall all over himself like he did for Teddy—but it’s been three years and she’s over it.

“I don’t understand why swatches. Why not just give us one of each napkin? It don’t make sense.”

“Uh, yeah I guess it’s kind of weird. Why napkins?”

His expression turns dour. “He wants me to pick one for the reception.”

“Alright, so pick.”

They were supposed to get married in February (fucked up, unnatural time for a wedding but nobody asked her), but then Teddy freaked out acting like a little backyard shindig wouldn’t be good enough and now they’re shelling out actual cash money to stand around in a swanky lodge for six hours and eat overpriced chicken.

Downright foolish, but again, nobody asked her.

“I tried but he said he could tell I was just trying to get out of it.” Steel gray eyes stare into hers. “Jo, I don’t care about napkins.”

“I don’t think anybody cares about napkins.”

“That’s what I—!” He lowers his voice. “That’s what I said.”

“But Teddy cares about—,”

“That’s the thing,” Nash interrupts, eyes wide, animated in his exasperation. “He doesn’t care either.”

“Then why—,”

“He thinks—,” He wrinkles his nose, then confesses, “He thinks it’s one of those things where maybe I do care, I just haven’t thought about it enough to know.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I know.”

“They’re napkins.”

“I know.”

It takes another five minutes to talk Nash around into telling Teddy that he’s put in enough due thought to determine he very much doesn’t care what people wipe their hands and face on at their wedding, but he turns down Jo’s suggestion that they stick a paper towel roll on each table so he must care at least a little bit.

When they hang up the pit of missing home hasn’t filled an inch. Even worse, her pudding is room temperature.

[emmavakarian-theirin]

i'm genuinely sick of tumblr like between the ads that are scams or using porn or both and often targeting lonely users, the pornbots themselves, the interface that's just getting worse in every way and the block/report button being so narrowly close to the follow button, the shoddy attempt to blend in with other social media apps when we praised tumblr for not being like that, getting 'reccomended for you' posts that's just a randomly generated blog with 1 post with a pregnancy kink photo or is nsfw fan art of something you're not involved in at all or is just someone you've blocked, the search system they still haven't fixed after years-

and tumblr is just begging for money all over the place but all they they seem to do is just go 'hey look some frogs'

[running-in-the-dark]

okay, day two of living at my in-laws for two months

slept most of the day again

my brain is too tired to do maths but that's a lot of hours of sleep in the last two days

unfortunately I'm never fully asleep because of the cats but hopefully I'll get used to it

finally managed to set up my PC and eventually remembered what I needed to do to make Jellyfin work again. so now I can finally watch my stupid shows again

(seriously the worst part so far has been not being able to watch my little fictional idiots do stupid things. I already feel so out of place, I need them 😭)

I miss my things.

I'm still very tired.

I want to go home.

[rainingincale]

Bro no joke, forgetting that not everyone hates capitalism and then having to try have a reasonable conversation with someone about buying things... *eye twitch*

[vasattope]

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[tenrose]

Just turned on the heating for the first time of the season... Already seeing money running away through the window 🙃

[sanchoyo]

looking for a 2nd part time job because my current one, while really nice in a lot of aspects, swings wildly between giving me like 35 hr weeks and 10 hour weeks and that is so unsustainable bc I never know how much I’ll make on my next paycheck and that’s kinda scary… if I could find another really flexible remote job I could just swap between them when one is slow! Ideally. But finding a job like that that I’m qualified for is painful…I forgor job hunting Sucks Forever……