#at least when it's so insignificant like this

[sporeclan]

☀️: how do you document your clan? As in moon to moon events stuff, how do you pick out what’s important? I haven’t yet found a way that doesn’t just burn me out so I was just curious!! /genq /pos

I can't promise this is a method that works for everyone, but here's how I do it! I usually do around 5 moons per play session and document it in Google Docs. This is also an newly generated clan, as to not spoil anything that happens in future SporeClan moons. This example clan has 26 cats in it.

Firstly, I write down nearly everything that happens in the "all events" tab. I may skip over some insignificant things, such as the game notifying me that I don't have enough healers or someone getting a bruise, but usually I just write it all down like so

When newborns, kits and apprentices graduate to their next lifestage, I like to add a little screenshot of their traits since they tend to change over the course of the game (especially at those milestones.) I also just like adding screenshots regularly to break up the monotony, and commentary to keep myself engaged and invested! Give it a try, it's very fun :D

Anyhow, next up I go to the relationships tab - this one's a bit more of a by feel thing. I just go through and see if there are any prompts that are super in character for anyone OR just any interactions that I find cute and/or interesting.

(Sidenote, this is what I get for choosing a bloodthirsty leader lol)

After this is when I do patrols and write down if anything interesting happens. The way I decide that is if it either a) affects the health of one or more of the cats (f.ex. injury or death) b) adds a new clan member (f.ex. newborn kit or loner events) or c) is an interesting interaction that adds to the characters in some way (f.ex. mentor/apprentice support event)

And that's about it! Sometimes I go back into the relationships tab at the very end to see if any of the prompts can match something that happened in a patrol, but that didn't happen this time around so :'D

The way I choose what to draw when I get to that is really just by feel and how much I can justify cramming onto a page. Usually I prioritize "big news" (such as injury, death, births and new relationships) as a must-have, then go along to those smaller cute interactions to see what I feel like drawing to close the gaps. That's why you'll often see a lot of Piperdapple small cute interactions - it's really just because I love drawing her a lot

Hope this was helpful somehow! And if not, I hope it was at least insightful haha

[fear-is-truth]

━╋ his fall from grace.

tags — charlie mayhew x f!reader ‧ angst ‧ allusion of sex ‧ english is not my first language ‧ not proofread a/n — very rushed, sorry. a podcast about david koresh kinda inspired me

FATHER CHARLIE MAYHEW hadn’t always been the man who weaponised his own body, turning faith into something dangerous. there was a time when he believed in God’s grace with the simplicity of a child, a time when he walked through the church’s sacred halls with a heart pure enough to carry his vows. he entered the priesthood in his early twenties, confident in his ability to resist temptation, certain he was above the frailties of flesh. he had been eager to serve God, to live out his calling.

but then, there was you.

it wasn’t a moment of weakness. at least, that’s what charlie told himself. it wasn’t as though he’d fallen in love with you overnight—no, it was far more insidious than that.

it started in the small things, like a splinter in the flesh—so small, so insignificant at first, just a whisper of discomfort beneath the skin. easy to overlook. easy to forget. but then he would brush against it the wrong way, and a sharp little ache would remind him.

a reminder of the way your voice brushed against him, soft as candle smoke, lingering long after the flame was snuffed out.

a reminder of the way your laugh curled itself around his ribs, tightening like ivy, slow and unnoticed until he could hardly breathe.

a reminder of the way you looked at him, unguarded, so innocent and unaware of the wreckage you left in your wake.

the wound that never bled nor festered, but it stayed—buried deep. and over time, it became part of him. a constant, aching presence.

then, there were your confessions—innocent enough at first, a young woman seeking his guidance, speaking of struggles and doubts. as time went on, you shared more, your voice trembling as you laid your sins bare. he listened, heart racing beneath his cassock as you spoke of desires, of the temptations of your own flesh.

that was when everything changed.

charlie had always been strong, or at least, he thought so. but when you’d knelt before him in the confessional booth, tears in your eyes, whispering your sins of lust and jealousy, he had felt something break inside him. he had wanted to absolve you, to bless you, to be the good priest. instead, he became a man driven by want. and what a dangerous thing that was—a priest, bound by vows of celibacy, to want.

and then came the moments he could never take back.

not that he regretted them, of course.

it had been after Mass one evening. you were the last to leave the chapel, candlelight casting lurid shadows against the stained glass. he had watched you linger at the back, your hands clasped in prayer, the light falling over your face like something holy. but there was nothing holy in the way his thoughts twisted. he approached you, not as a priest but as a man with base desires. you’d looked up at him, eyes wide, searching, and he had knelt beside you.

“father,” you whispered, the title now feeling like a mockery between you. “is it wrong that i think of you when i—”

before you could finish, he had shushed you, his fingers brushing against your lips—an intimacy that sent shivers down your spine. and then, he kissed you. a desperate kiss, as though he could consume the very sin he was committing.

every illicit meeting after that one became a weight on his soul. the young priest wasn’t just falling from grace; he was plummeting. and yet, every time he felt your skin beneath his hands, he craved more.

but father charlie mayhew had a remedy for the sickness inside him—a punishment of sorts, one that matched the depth of his sins. after every intimate moment with you, he would retreat to his room in the rectory, where no one would see him but God.

he would strip himself bare and reach for the scourge, a braided whip of leather that lay hidden in a drawer. each strike of the whip was a prayer—a plea for mercy. the sharp crack of leather against skin was the only thing that made him feel human again, the searing pain a reminder of the price of his indulgence.

“for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” he repeated those words as the whip tore at his back. the welts on his back weren’t just penance; they were a testament to his fall, the marks of a weak man who had traded his place in heaven for the taste of forbidden fruit.

he often thought about the biblical story of david and bathsheba—the way king david had stood on his rooftop, watching bathsheba bathe, desire making him weak. charlie felt like david, staring at you from his pulpit, knowing he should look away, knowing he should turn from the temptation that clung to his every thought. but just like david, he let himself fall.

“forgive me, father,” you had murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “for i have sinned.”

he had wanted to laugh—forgive you? he was the one in need of saving. you had no clue how much power you held over him, that you had become his greatest weakness, the very thing pulling him further from God.

and yet, he simply couldn’t resist you. how easy it would be to slip away the thin barriers of clothing that separated you both. to take what he so desperately craved.

to give in completely.

the muscle memory of your fingers threading through his hair, your breath mingling with his, haunted his every waking hour and invaded his dreams. he had kissed you once, twice—until restraint became a distant memory, until stopping felt more unnatural than sin itself. you had become his personal hell, and charlie was learning just how easy it was to fall.

and fall, he did.

each time, he swore it would be the last. that he would pray for forgiveness and never touch you again. but every sunday, he found himself watching you in the pews, your eyes meet, and suddenly, his faith wasn’t in the heavens but in the shape of your mouth. the unhealing wounds beneath his cassock—welts and bruises carved by penance—began to throb. a reminder that he was already ruined. already yours.

charlie mayhew hadn’t always been this man. but loving you had torn the holiness from his hands, made him fall from grace. and for you, he would fall a thousand times over.

[shurup-overt]

don't ever let go of what's beloved

these bastards made me cry! THRICE!!

@mari-lair I wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart, also this will be LONG. I'm sorry skdjkls

SPOILERS UP TO CH27 BELOW

(not super detailed but still can ruin the experience)

I'VE FINALLY read ycit after half a year of putting it off it just because I "didn't like the idea of akane being dead&doomed" skslsks I was wayy too superstitious. anyway I'm glad I stopped being stubborn

IT WAS HELL OF A RIDE (positive) and I finished it (27 chapters at that moment) looking like nene in ch107

I'm not even joking

where do I even begin.

the amount of research and thought and love poured into the fic is INSANE. it's always so nice to feel the author's passion through the work and this one overflows with it.

am I being too sappy? I dunno, I speak what's on my mind lol!!

as I said, it's noticeable that it's written with so so much love to the characters and this love is INFECTIOUS!! I didn't know I'd get attached to aka, so fast too. it's like my thought process was almost the same as teru's all the way through chapters 0-20 lmaoo

a small digression from the main topic - the thing is, what I wait for the most in tbhk is a flashback about terukane's first meeting & how the glasses were made. ofc there's always a possibility they were made by teru just for fun and as a way to make akane owe him (although this might be ooc) but the possibility of it is thankfully really really small because teru looks at them and handles the topic very gently. too gently for it to be just a forced prank. also akane has been keeping them with him on his bead near his head while sleeping (not even the bedside table or smth! who the hell keeps their glasses with them on the bed at night?? <- comes from a glasses person)

so, especially because of teru's wording ("he said he wanted to live his life like he used to"), I've been STRESSING over the possibility of akane BEGGING teru for help there, like what if he was struggling with switching forms at first and hence wasn't seen by students? what if the clock keepers didn't explain him almost anything about the supernatural world and so he was scared and confused? what if teru cornered him there and he had to prove he's human? (by the warmth of a touch?) what if he cried? what if teru comforted him? (or tried to lol) what if there were more struggles??

and so I was soo glad to see this topic being expanded!! I know it's an au and all (and the contract's gone worse here) but what I mean is, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about it!! reading akane's backstory was Painful As Heck but really Good.

my godd I wish the boy had some comfort. I can't look at ycit akane because I start tearing up immediately.

"I hope akane managed to use the bill" "I hope the seals helped at least a bit" I HOPE SO TOO. JESUS. THE POOR BOY WAS LEFT ALL ALONE WITH A TERRIFYING KNOWLEDGE AND THE TWO DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO EACH OTHER PROPERLY

and his backstory hasn't even been fully revealed yet. I feel like I'll die when that time comes. shaking

alright I don't wanna whine here too much now moving on-

this idiot. /affectionate

the attention to the smallest details!!!!

the amount of canon things implemented?? HELLO? I mean it's natural to expect a canon character act according to canon but it's the first time (I think??) I've noticed SO MUCH small facts THOUGHT THROUGH and carefully weaven into the fic to fit the narrative perfectly. sometimes they're really small and almost insignificant but it's like finding easter eggs!!! it fills me with so much joy to feel the love to the kids through the writing (I repeat it again ahahaha). teru's complicated (VERY MUCH SO) feelings towards his father, akane liking raspberry sweets, akane (and aka) liking when pride of a certain someone ( ^^ ) shatters in front of them and their facade falls, teru itching to jump headfirst into research as soon as there's a reason to mess with exorcist tools and invent something (oh I so adore this in canon I can probably ramble about this a lot), teru being eager to play in the snow, teru covering his face when he cries!!!! and that's just the things I remember right now THERE WAS A LOT MORE

it all makes me point at the screen with an "AH!!" expression and think "YES THAT'S MY BOY/GIRL!!"

YAKO AND TSUCHIGOMORI TOO!! I was so glad to see yako being involved so much and her character handled perfectly with all her traits and quirks and sillyness /affectionate hehe I love her so much and although tsuchigomori hasn't showed up as much, reading the scenes with him was a delight as well

also when I said about the passion, I meant not only the love to the fic's main cast, but also the passion to analyze the og medium itself as a whole. (am I making sense? I don't want to sound too creepy) explaining myself: take aka: his character, his quirks, his abilities, his drama, worries and experiences - for it all to be as deep and believable ( = excellent) as it is, it was necessary to take all the smallest bits about ghosts' and supernaturals' mindset we have in canon, be it hanako or sousuke or mitsuba etc, analyze it, and make aka one of their kind but still very much unique and closer to akane than to them, even though he doesn't remember being him. even if you didn't do what I said entirely on purpose, I'm just amazed by how aka is written. it's awesome

squeezes him.

thank you for being the extremely stubborn "leech" you are. mwah

aidairo sadly have given us very little info about exorcism and supernaturals in general (I'm biting the table as we speak) and the way you still took the crumbs, thought them through, added bits here and there, and made it all work perfectly is just amazing. I was overjoyed to read about mimics, other kinds of supernaturals, how spiritual energy feels, how touching a ghost feels in detail, weakening seals, blood pacts, boundaries, etc etc. it's like it's all canon, it doesn't make the reader question it whatsoever, so well-made. I'm clapping.

the description says you've never written a teru pov before and I'd say you nailed it from the very beginning!! you understand his mindset so deeply, reading your works is the best experience. the picky bitch in my ear never goes "he would not say that" and instead is just as amazed as I am

the first chapters before the bonding are HEAVY as heck. they're extremely hard to binge read but I mean this as a good thing. they're extremely painful by just how realistically they are written, so good you can't help but sync with teru and feel the same emotions as he does. And his life is SHIT at that moment so I was SUFFERING with him both the first and the second going through the chapters :'D again though, it's not bad, it's the opposite - it makes the happy moments thrice as good and the overall bonding brings A LOT of warmth. I feel like it healed me in a way after punching me in the stomach 10 chapters in a row

also I love it so much just how much the fic focuses on teru's everyday life before the manga's main plot. I mean, well yeah, it's a 14-15yo teru pov, but still. so detailed, filled me with warmth.

*slaps roof of ycit* this bad boy can fit SO MANY fun ideas and good concepts in it

seriously, the range is insane. a questionnaire, a quarrel (multiple), siblings talk, beach episode, dancing, hugging, both crying, possession?? hello?? BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! summer festival, sleeping on the other, fighting for the other, fighting together, even working in food service together (aka the thing I'd expect out of a trkn fic the least lol). the list goes on. and despite how bizarre and random it sounds out of context, nothing from it feels like a filler, everything fits into the plot perfectly. I have no words mari how are you doing that

ever since I've read the bloodpact chapter, I was worried about how encounters with mimics will go from now on because now aka can go anywhere and, how it was stated before, aka's and a mimic's energy feel the same… the boys will need to come up with a strategy of some sort (which is tricky if mimics learn from the memories) ourghh makes my head hurt! but in a good way. or will mimics struggle picking a target between aka and teru now? what if they're weaker when faced by multiple opponents because of that? that would be fortunate. anyway! mimics leap at the target eventually, so that eases the task. and whether the boys encounter them or not, they will have each other's backs, and it warms my heart.

I've wanderend off the main topic again, oops. as you see, the fic made me think of all sorts of things lol and it's an incredibly good sign.

what if teru did take a picture of the swing set in ch13…..... ourghh I don't even know if it'd be better or worse...... it's over now though, so I'm glad either way

and ch27 has destroyed and rebuilt me several times I think .

I drew this before ch28 but then it came out and oh boy. I don't even know what to say. Good for them. so proud of them

I HAD SEVERAL SONGS FOR THIS but I don't want to make this too overwhelming so I've tried to pick the faves among faves (still kind of failed so . no pressure)

Bullet by Saint Motel (lyrics) for teruaka

The Song with Five Names a.k.a. Soapbox Tao a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government (A.K.A. You Can Never Know) by Will Wood and the Tapeworms (lyrics) for aka - this one may be too extreme. it kinda clicked for me but I might be delusional

quiet room by ewe (has eng subtitles) for teruaka - makes me feel things similar to the ones 'therefore you and me' does

Yakusoku no Overture by Toki Shunichi (akane's VA hehe) - I haven't found a full version of this arrangement on youtube but it should be on spotify? or other streaming platforms I'm pretty sure? sadly, I've only found a russian translation (as unusual as it is lol) so I've tried to adapt it in english here, hope it looks right!

I might be delusional here sdslkds but what's certain is that I enjoyed the fic all the way from the start. thank you for creating this, truly

p.s.: please let me know if I made you in any way uncomfortable. I myself didn't expect to write so much; I only wanted to express my gratitude but this might be overwhelming. (I'm a very anxious person so I felt like I needed to say this sdskldj) you aren't obliged to respond in any way and this isn't me asking you to continue working on the fic. just saying thank you for the things you've made

that's it! wishing you a great day :)

[mao-ancunin]

Fools fall part 3/9

Pairing: Astarion x M!Tav/Named Tav 

Summary/Setting: Spawn-Astarion headcanon romance and friendship scenes of hurt, healing and love. Taking place between act 1 and 3. Lots of banter and companion interaction 🤍 

Rating/Warnings: T / game spoilers, mentions of astarions past, Trauma and PTSD, flashbacks, panic attack. 

read the entire writing on:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62732383/chapters/160598794

Surrender

When Astarion had decided to let go, A mixture of confusion and joy overwhelmed him and underneath, something deep and buried rose. He was digesting the reality of freedom and of all the years of trauma that was now screaming to be dealt with. But for now he just pushed it aside, he wanted to be free and in love. Not bound by his past existence. Surely what they felt for each other could just heal it all. 

And so it felt for the first weeks at least. After Astarions confession about his failed plan of seducing and not falling, Astarion felt a warmth he hadn't in years. The time they spent  was fun, teasing and sweet like honey. Every so often he'd catch Maos sunlight eyes resting upon his face from across camp and Astarion would give him a warm smile, one he hadn't given to another person for gods know how long. Astarion was courting a handsome, infuriatingly kind man who checked in on their boundaries every time they sunk deeper into intimacy, with every kiss and touch, they made sure he felt safe. And the hugs were his favourite. 

They didn't know what they called their little thing, but Astarion was falling. Falling deep. And before he knew it he hit the ground of reality, to be met with the monster that was residing in his mind, the years of trauma that had never seen daylight, that had forgotten how to be loved. 

Astarion was feeling sharp and cold on that particular night. They had been spending the day treading through the deepest of the shadow curse, it was tedious and tiring. Tensions were high and food was in short supply. And so when Astarion had finally snapped at Mao, about something insignificant who in turn retaliated, sharp tongued in the same demeanour, The monster inside Astarion was unleashed, it started spitting accusations raging with words that didn't even make sense. He hissed and barked like a wild animal fending off a predator. After their argument had seized an uncomfortably loud tone he whispered under his breath, words cutting sharply: "you don't even truly care for me, I'm yet another damsel in distress to be saved, so you can play hero." He wanted to leave there and then, let Mao rot in the pool of insults, but something within urged him to stay. Silence drew over them, but Mao just stood there.

The tension of the stillness rose so high that the thread from which Astarion held on to tore. Something within him had hoped Mao would know what to say, how to make this situation and all the horrid words disappear. But his silence said all the vampire spawn needed to hear to do what he did next. 

“Well, Good riddance then, darling” he said nonchalantly, heels turning. He could feel tears already running down his cheek, but he dared not to wipe them, lest Mao see his vulnerability. Then he ran. 

Although he didn't need oxygen, his nervous system urged him to breathe in and out rapidly, until his face became numb and everything that he’d been feeling overwhelmed him like a violent crashing wave. He didn’t have an anchor, no rope to hold onto, no net to fall back into. His senses flooded, body tensing. He stumbled into the dirt, tasting earth mixed with his own blood on his tongue, surrendering to the ground. 

He let himself curl up where he fell, trying to catch a breath. sharp fingernails digging into the ground, trying to hold on to anything that would stop him from falling deeper into the darkness, but the smell of dirt and the grime were just a sensation that sent him spiralling even more. He started trembling while his mind revisited every moment of his journey from when he woke, cold as ice in a coffin clawing out through the dirt to be met by musty cemetery air. He heard the dreaded footsteps, accompanied by a staff. Cazador had finally caught up and found him. The master's staff came striking down onto astarions head, over and over. His body frozen and all there was left was to scream and beg for this to stop, for it not to be real.

[fandomfuntimem]

Poppy playtime chapter 4, Harley Sawyer:

(Spoilers below)

Honestly, Harley was probably, in my opinion, the best villain in Poppy narrative wise. But sucked when put in action.

He's such a good villain. Because the game is a hell of his own making. If he had even the slightest bit of compassion, maybe things would have been better. But he didn't. Not just that, but the point that he ended up the way he did because his ego caused so many problems, playtime co. decided it was best to neutralize him in the only way they knew they could.

So, narratively, he is awesome. a really good villain, and his situation makes sense. In action, tho? For the first half, just a mysterious figure toying with you, he was awesome. Then you got to the point of actually fighting him, and his motivations, it all fell flat.

In my personal opinion, it makes zero sense that he and the Prototype are working together. Hell, you barely even see how they were working together. At least with Catnap, you saw how he praised the thing. It would make more sense for the Prototype to despise Harley.

If I could change it. Have Harley not work with the Prototype. He treats the prison like a testing ground because it's the only space he has true control over.

He's obsessed with control. Because the last time he lost control, he became a brain in a jar. So that one space, the space protected from any bigger body that poses a threat, is his space. A place he can conduct tests and be safe in.

Then you show up. At first, it's all just a new experiment for him. He starts as the usual sly and smart doctor. But gets increasingly irritated with your persistence. The real moment you see him lose it is when Yarneby dies. Yarneby was a physical representation of his control, and he just lost it.

The finale battle isn't this meticulous, over complicated puzzle with him rambling constantly as you go. It's a desperate frenzy of you killing each organ and him getting increasingly desperate. Evil monologs turn into enraged shouting and cursing (maybe not actual curse words. But sentences about you being insignificant and below him). Until he sends his main robotic body to get you, but, calling back to the first chapter, you just have to grab pack the head. Then, in his finale moments, he laughs, sighs, and accepts that the germ he viewed as inferior was a misdiagnoses. You were a tumor he let spread and made it to his brain.

Basicly, just make his death as dramatic and theatrical as him.

[messrsrarchives]

and also based on this comment section, i feel the need to clarify that even if you have a HBO Max subscription already,,, it's still doing harm???

we get so caught up in mass change that we make no change. we get so caught up in this idea that by doing something we change everything, when that's not the case.

everybody on earth could boycott. the reboot could get 0 streams and she would still be a transphobic piece of shit because whilst, yes, boycotts are about mass change, we can't change a person's morals and her pockets are already fully lined.

what you can do, is stick to your own morals. because mass change isn't the only worthwhile change.

one person not watching the show does not make a tremendous impact, of course not. but one person posting about it online and receiving 10k+ likes? that makes a difference. that makes a different to how safe people feel, that makes a difference to those 10k people who now feel justified in engaging, that makes a difference to the people IN these spaces who want to facilitate a welcoming community.

and yessss, there's no ethical way to engage. i can talk about jkr as much as i want on tiktok and yet when i post about her characters, it is promotion.

it's about doing the least amount of harm possible. because one post and one comment section of people saying how easily they'd abandon their morals for some content? That makes a change.

that makes a massive change to how welcome we feel in these spaces.

and i am so Tired of the "one person doesn't make a difference" mentality - we've all been there! i've said it too.

but (1) nobody is asking you to be the only person to do it, that's why we have these conversations. (2) it's evidently not one person when everybody falls into this mindset,,, maybe something could be done? (3) that's what you say, and then you go to facilitate talks. you don't use it as an excuse to do nothing and cause harm

and most importantly, one person can.

you can make a difference in your corner. you can make a difference with the people around you, with your account, in this space etc etc. you can not talk about the reboot, you can delete pro-jkr comments, you can make it clear where you stand (and not even loudly! you don't have to be loud about it, you just have to be Consistently On Our Side)

we desperately need to free ourselves from the idea that mass, widescale change is the only valuable change and instead start thinking about all the small, seemingly insignificant changes we could make that have a massive impact on a fandom space.

because you can make a difference. to the people around you, and to the space you're engaging in. it's just that you're too focused on alterating everything that you don't recognise the other ways you're causing harm.

harm is harm. no matter how indirect. and i really wish people got that.

at the end of the day, i don't care who watches it. you do you, i'll simply know you're not someone to associate with. but i DO care who posts about it, because then it's abundantly clear that you have no respect for this space, or our comfort. you just want some likes,,,

i don't care who watches it, i care that i have to sit back and see people show just how little they truly care about our existence if they get some sparkly new content.

(and p.s. streaming on HBO Max even with a sub,,, still gives her money? "we were already involved in the maki-" then idk. delete your subscription? or don't add more money to her pocket? stop making excuses and hiding behind "roadblocks" that are literally poorly placed traffic cones that you can move)

i am ONE minor inconvenience away from deleting my account i am going INSANE

make it worth it for WHO??? FOR WHOOOOO 😭😭😭

[rolandkaros]

sometimes my knee jerk reactions to things i see on the internet force me to deeply consider that i am, in fact, the problem here

[vyborg]

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[coldflasher]

People were mad bc Karolsen was broken up to put Kara with a white slave owner.

yeah actually now you mention it... he did own slaves. that is very much a thing that he did. was own slaves. not gonna lie i totally forgot about that part

[vigilantejustice]

ebbs and flows. a week ago responded to the group chat for the first time in two entire years + then responded to my friend who was definitely joking about me dropping her off some snacks by doing a sneaky surprise drop + am now feeling very flat + apathetic about everything :(

[emberwritesinsight]

"and then everyone clapped" is a phrase that makes me roll my eyes so hard it hurts- even if it's commented under a story that i think sounds dubious. Like we get it you're sooooo smart and not one of those GULLIBLE people who reblog something because it's interesting or wholesome or funny. It's sooooo impressive how you can easily tell when something is fake, and you're totally sooooo cool for making that super clever snarky quip about it. Great job, you get a fucking cookie.

[payphoneangel]

the finale was bullshit for a lot of reasons but one thing i feel like we gloss over is that series finale Sam would be an absolute dog shit father.

[tuesziday]

Vote for the short term, organize for the long term. Even if you're full on anarchist, voting—not just for President either, local elections are just as important as federal elections imo—can help keep shit from hitting the fan while you're organizing to make actual meaningful change. Voting doesn't magic away all of the problems, but it's not completely useless either.

Just a heads up—next year, anti-choice laws could be potential measures on Florida ballots (and knowing who's in power in FL, I have a feeling they will be). If you want to prevent another horrifying news story, PLEASE go to the polls. Leave the president section blank for all I care, participate in local politics. Be sure to check your state's potential ballot issues to see if there's anything you're invested in preserving or implementing.

(Oh, and these are other potential issues for the FL poll, if you're looking for positives: legalization of Marijuana, right to clean water, some prison and civil/criminal trials efforts, and dedicating 40% of the state budget to education. They're still collecting signatures. The deadline is February 1st, 2024. The Republicans are counting on y'all to be ignorant of local politics so they can pass whatever shit they want. Don't let them get away with it.)

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

It feels so weird to just like have my main complaints of life be normal/first world problem things again.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

they should invent a way to ask if you have felt suicidal or have had suicidal thoughts at the doctor when they ask where you'll answer truthfully. i am fine and i always fight the suicidal thoughts but i went to the urgent care the other day and they asked and i said no no nothing like that. but i lied! of course i have! i've been vaguely fantasizing about getting hit by a car the past few days!!! i truly hate suicide for Reasons, it makes me incredibly sad and distressed, and for myself sometimes i don't even realize it's started creeping into my head again (i'm fine i genuinely promise) but like. as much as i hate it, it's there in some of my friends and me and i have to wonder about the fact that "yeah, but doesn't everyone at least a little bit?" isn't the right answer.