#brain droppings

[gracelesslion]

Am I drunk and watching howls moving castle for the 77382728 time? No you are!

[anotherlostcausealc]

My Day With Linus

Early in spring when I first met Linus, he asked me not to ridicule him because he likes to “live simply,” as he put it. Running the farm is hectic, and by summer I was already sick of the pressure. In the middle of fall, I finally acted on my desire to spend a day with Linus living the simple life. Of course I had to start the day by watering my plants and emptying my tappers before I left the farm in search of Linus. I found him around 10am staring at the wall to the right of the bathhouse entrance. We stared at the wall from 10am-2pm. Maybe he’s looking into the window? Is he a perv? At 2:10pm he got a little question mark above his head and promptly dipped from this location. At 3:00pm we arrived by the lake side. I slowed my walking speed to match his. Sebastian smoked a cigarette a few feet away until 4:00pm. That’s enough nature for him today. The lily pads bob methodically. Linus’s shoulders move with his breath. Mine don’t. We left the lake at 6:00pm and got back to his tent at 6:30pm I watched him all night. He never went to sleep.

[abs0luteb4stard]

THINGS YOU NEVER HEAR:

"Please stop sucking my dick or I'll call the police!"

[keira-incognita]

I don’t want a job. I want universal basic income and the freedom to create art that I don’t need to monetize.

[cuadratique]

I just realized that if dinosaurs are thought to have been feathery, insulated with soft tissue, and bird-like in behavior, dragons would be, too if they are conceptualized as mythical dinosaur counterparts.

[kyliafanfiction]

Might doesn't make right.

But without might, without someone's might somewhere in the mix, it doesn't really matter how right you are, if someone who has might contests your view of right.

[noisepartythumpingmusic]

TW body image, transphobia, meandering thoughts not meant to be some major gospel or polemic.

As a white, fat cis woman with a very long, complicated, poor relationship with my body and self-image that I am sometimes (not nearly as frequently thankfully these days) triggered to the point where I am mentally and emotionally incapacitated for hours or even days, I have been curious about how this might overlap with experiences others have.

I've begun to wonder about the overlap with the gender dysphoria that trans women and trans femmes experience when their bodies fail to meet white supremacist, ableist, fat phobic and transphobic standards. Not at all trying to equate them one for one, but more like, the degree to which non standard, non marketable, non acceptable bodies are treated as shameful, disgusting, and unworthy.

Put another way, it heightens my empathy towards others, of course, when it can use my own experience as a bridge to imagine another's experience. It also raises complicated questions, as decreasing gender dysphoria is a useful and important part of managing self-care for trans people, but in contrast weight loss as a goal is unsustainable and unhealthy in almost all circumstances.

I don't have a point, exactly, it just makes me wish for more grace, love, self-compassion towards self and others, and less treating the body as a sacrifice towards some capitalistic, patriarchal end.

[nando161mando]

Drunken brain droppings last night, it happens. Might happen again sometime.

[thekimspoblog]

BTW I dreamed I was at the beach with Tony Soprano and his friends. And then the feds showed up and arrested us all for racketeering. But it's one of those dreams where my brain couldn't be bothered to backfill the details of its own story.

So as everyone is getting rounded up, I'm standing here like "Was I involved in that or not? I know I talk a big game but I never thought I'd actually have the balls to do it. Then again why are these guys hanging out with me if I didn't help them... obviously I can't trust the cop's side of the story..."

[infectedmetaphysic]

Sometimes as I sit in my apartment, my brain supplies me with a thought: I want to go home.

But I am home, ostensibly. This is where I live. It’s where my bed is, my food, my stuff, and so on.

Sometimes I wonder if I miss my old home, and to a degree I suppose I do. It was simpler then, no rent to pay and parents to take care of running the household.

But even there I would still sometimes think: I want to go home.

I wonder where this nebulous “home” is. Is it homeostasis? Is it sleep? Is it childhood? Is it whatever comes before and after life?

I wonder if I’ll ever find it.

[gracelesslion]

idk ive had it man.

[droppincofdrops]

i needa stop forgetting to post things on all my platforms … anywayz hiii ^_^^^ <33

[prlssprfctn]

The first time, Tim notices someone observing them from afar, it is when they are all settled for a brief dinner together. It is the middle of the week, and Bruce gathered all of them together to... relax. Which is strange but not unwelcome. Everyone is so involved in chattering and bantering that they don't notice a lingering gaze through the window; they don't, but Tim does.

It takes him a few seconds to figure out that it is Jason.

He is not sure if Bruce reached for him to invite, and Jason just declined, or there was no offer to begin with, but Tim knows for sure Jason lurkes behind windows for a few minutes before disappearing in the night.

And the funniest thing? Tim understands him.

He thinks he is not Jason's replacement — never truly was, despite what the other thought — but in a way, they did swap their places. Because in the past, it was Tim, who hid on the rooftops, staring at Bruce and his family, listening to the snippets of their conversations. And now it is Jason.

It is still different, of course. Tim had a choice, and it was his... enthusiastic project, if anything — Jason doesn't really. But if anyone understands the feeling of standing far away from everyone, it is still Tim.

That's why the next time in happens, Tim reaches out.

It is after the particularly easy mission, when Tim spots the red motion on the rooftop. He slips away from Nightwing and Robin, who debate about something with Batman through the comms, and finds himself standing behind Red Hood.

The way Red Hood taps his fingertips on the balustrade makes Tim remember that he is not included in their comms anymore. He wonders how lonely it is, to hear the voices of his brothers, but never being able to grasp the whole conversation they have.

'Hood,' he calls for him.

To Jason's credit, he doesn't scramble in panic, even if it seems that he is surprised by his appearance.

'Red,' he mutters back, instantly defensive. 'What, came to mock me?'

Tim rolls his eyes; he wishes things would be easier with Jason, but they are not, and he can't really blame him for that.

'Had I ever mocked you?' He copies his stance, arms folding in the chest. When Jason tilts his head, almost asking, "Really now?" Tim rolls his eyes again. 'Okay, I did a few times. But it mostly were jokes about your death.'

Jason chuckles.

'Good one, punk. It changes everything.'

'You like jokes about your death,' Tim protests. 'And I know you allow Arsenal to joke about it, so it is not entirely closed topic.'

'I don't remember allowing you to joke about it, though.'

...

This conversation is so fucking stupid. Tim didn't even came here for this, but-

But fine. He still can win.

'So, you only allow it to your friends. Fine. Let's be friends,' Jason chokes on his own exhausted sigh. 'Do you need some friendship questionnaires to fill to be my friend? I can arrange that.'

Jason kindly flips him off under his breath before disappearing in the night, leaving him alone with whining Nightwing and irritated Bruce in his ear.

The next time he stalks down Jason, who in turn is stalking Damian and Bruce, he shoves in his hand twenty three papers filled with bunch of friendship questions — half stripped from internet, half made by Tim that involve the specifics of their jobs.

He doesn't expect anything to come after it, but in two weeks after Jason returns to the city after his mission with Outlaws, Tim finds these papers filled with surprisingly neat, calligraphic answers.

And he gets the printed copy of the same questions, with one page of an additional one, written in the same handwriting, and with a little sticky note atop of it.

Your turn, Timbo.

Tim smirks.

Oh, he will so drag Jason back in the family, somehow.

[cuadratique]

So STEM is over represented in neurodiversity but it still surprises me sometimes how weird the interaction of my constellation of mental conditions and engineering background makes my habits.

My knee is sensitive in unpredictable ways that I still have to figure out how to handle. Today it is hurting more to sit, than to stand, and more to stand than to walk.

“Wait, it hurts from lateral displacement, instead of weight and motion…”

“It hurts in yaw and roll, but not pitch…”

“It is fine in the z and y axes, but not x…”

Which quickly morphed into wondering if there was a mismatch between the sliding and rotation axes, then thinking

“I need to draw this out, this is interesting”

Before realizing I was about to make a schematic of my own knee pain, which is very much not normal.

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve and Eddie are sharing a joint, sitting in Steve's car. They're just talking about random shit, when Steve goes to apply chapstick. And that made him think about lipstick.

Steve likes lipstick. He voices this opinion. Likes the pop of color that draws the eyes. Likes how it emphasizes lips, makes them look even more kissable. Likes the marks they leave on the skin when kissing. It gets him all hot just thinking about the trail leading down and down-

And Eddie. Eddie just shrugs and returns to puffing on the joint they are sharing. Says he's never experienced it. Which, Steve thinks is criminal. Sure, Eddie is gay and it's the 1980s, but lipstick is just makeup and anyone should be able to wear makeup. I mean, Steve isn't shy to wearing lip gloss not that he advertises it.

So, Steve digs around his car, finds the lipstick that Robin left. He applies a thick layer to his lips, smacking them a few times. "I'll prove it, come here," Steve says leaning into Eddie's space.

And Eddie is wide eyed but agrees.

One kiss leads to two. Which leads to Steve pressing open mouthed kisses into Eddie's neck. Eddie moans and Steve whispers in his ear," I've wanted to do this for awhile,, you're so hot." Which leads to Eddie's shirt coming off. Leads to red lipstick trailing down Eddie's chest and down and down and

Yeah, Steve was right. Lipstick is hot.

[taehyunghobi]

boyfriend vibes 🐿️💕 (10/∞)