#but I don’t feel like it

[quokkabite]

you think it’s annoying to U to have to see han jisung 50 times a day?? did you ever think about how I feel??? when i have to find a specific post of his and i have to scroll through three million posts? no? i didn’t think so. gain some perspective please.

[allisonreader]

This is my Christmas @inklings-challenge for this year. It’s a part of Tales Of A Frozen Sailor and has always been one that I was thinking about. In the grand scheme of things this would probably take place beginning of December 2012, but dates are sketchy for the whole story for the most part and more irrelevant than anything currently

And here’s a link to the master list of all the parts of Tales Of A Frozen Sailor and more.

Tales Of A Frozen Sailor

A Warm Gift

The cold had always really bothered Jess. Which was understandable after everything that she had been through.

Though she had confessed to him that she hadn’t liked the cold even from before she had gained the long lasting effects of having been severely hypothermic.

The cold effected her quicker than it had before. Leaving her to bundle up as soon as the temperature reached a certain low. Which was what had given him the idea for his gift for her. One that should help keep her warm. Especially since this year she would be spending more of the winter in his time, instead of her family’s time.

He had pulled Nanna into helping him with the gift. Hoping that with her insight, what he ended up getting her would be the right items.

Jess had wanted his help to decorate for Christmas and he was going to use that as his excuse to give her this gift. Along with the box of decorations that Nanna and Granddad had decided that he needed to give to Jess. At least the tin of Christmas goodies made more sense to him.

He couldn’t or at least wouldn’t; argue with his grandparents, so he came loaded down with the various items to Jess's apartment.

"Oh, I didn’t expect you to bring anything with you today," Jess said after seeing his arms full when she answered her door for him.

"I thought that now was a good time to bring your Christmas gift and then Nanna loaded me down with Christmas baking for you. As well as a few decorations that she and granddad thought you might like that they don’t put out any longer."

"That’s extremely sweet of them, if I don’t see them before Christmas, please tell them thank you for me."

"Of course. It looks like you already have quite the selection yourself."

Boxes were covering her table and there were a few on the floor as well. Some of them already open with packing material poking out.

Jess huffed. "Jonathan brought all of this over. Apparently everyone has been saving the odd decoration for me over the years. Which has led to all these boxes full of decorations that I can pick through."

"No artificial trees it looks like."

"No, but I’ve got the choice of at least three tree stands. I don’t know how many tree skirts or toppers. A large selection of nativity scenes. It’s a little overwhelming."

"Well, we’ll get it sorted. Have you looked through everything yet."

She shook her head.

"Maybe we should start with that. Sorting out which items you like best and actually want to put out. I can take back anything that you don’t want from Nanna’s selection."

"Okay, that sounds like a dilly of an idea."

He held back a bit of a smile at her dilly, he didn’t think that he’d ever not find that an endearing term, a hold over from her time period.

It took them a couple of hours to go through the different boxes. Listening to fairly classic and traditional Christmas music with a few newer songs sprinkled in and snacking on the different cookies and bars that Nanna had sent with him.

He wasn’t surprised to see that she was drawn to the more traditional decorations, but also the dark blue and nautical themed ones.

They had left out everything that she was going to put out. While everything else was packed away again.

By the end of the afternoon her place was starting to look Christmasy. All that was really left was the tree, which he was going to go help her get a real tree.

"Before we go and pick out a tree, I want you to open your Christmas gift."

"Shouldn’t I wait until closer to Christmas or when I come back?"

"If you really wanted to you could, but I think that you’ll be much happier if you open it now."

"Are you sure…"

"Yes."

He watched her closely as she unwrapped the box and opened it to find the gloves and blue winter jacket.

She was a little confused.

"I have a jacket and mitts already…?"

"Put the gloves on and wait a moment while I turn them on for you."

"On? How can gloves be turned on?"

"Let me show you-" he pressed the buttons on the wrists of the gloves, "-these gloves are heated. So when you push this button on each of them, it heats them up. There’s high and low settings, but they should help keep your hands from getting so cold."

"Oh… I like this…" she brought the gloves up to her cheeks to feel the warmth on them as well.

"I thought you might. I got Nanna’s help with the jacket, but it’s also heated and works the same way. They will need to be recharged, so they’ll really only work in this time period. But I thought you might want to wear them when we went to pick out a tree. If the jacket doesn’t fit or you don’t like the style we can always get you a different one."

"No, both of these are wonderful. Thank you so much Em."

[lesbinewren]

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

[pikachu-use-the-force]

seconded

@fossilizedsap [found on Instagram]

(im obsessed with this art)

[briarrolfe]

Sometimes I think about my old manager at work who, in order to prove that the organisation was safe for trans people, told me about a fellow trans employee—a woman who was passing! who wasn’t out to me or to anyone else!—and about how chill everyone in management had been about her needing to take time off TO GET VAGINOPLASTY. He was not her manager! He was not her friend! He did not work in HR! There was no way he could have come into this PRIVATE MEDICAL INFORMATION without being told by another manager who had gossiped. And even if there had been, why the fuck was it any of my business!

Likewise, a friend of mine was just told by a school principal about how a prospective school was safe for trans kids… because a trans girl whose parents don’t affirm her at home is able to be affirmed at school. This information about this child’s gender and home environment was relayed along with her FUCKING GRADE LEVEL. This incredibly vulnerable kid was wheeled out as a selling point by the school with way more than enough information to figure out who she was.

In order to make the argument that a place is safe for trans people, cis people are wayyyy too happy to give out private information about trans people. With allies like these, who needs enemies!!!

[donnieisaprettyboy]

can we stop pretending like it’s so super easy for trans men to pass. “oh just put on a baggy shirt and cut your hair-“ it literally doesn’t work like that and I refuse to believe you actually think it’s that easy

[eatyourdamnpears]

I’ve been in such a funk since the concert. I’m not even sure I enjoyed myself that much. maybe I did. I don’t know

[adjit]

I think we need to get more comfortable with the idea that sometimes shitty, racist, homophobic, bigoted people are still incredibly talented.

I feel like every time I see a post addressing someone’s shitty behavior the post also takes the time to mention that they’re not even good at [x] anyway. And that’s just not always true? Equating being good at a skill as being morally good is just not necessary. Someone can be a fantastic writer, can have a beautiful singing voice, can create breathtaking artwork, and still be a horrible person.

I know part of this is probably just the instinct to dislike everything about a person when you dislike them, but I also think this mindset leads to people defending creatives way past where they should, because if bad people create bad art, then if this person creates art that I like and resonates with me, then they can’t be a bad person!

And you know. That’s just not true. Those two things are simply completely unconnected and I think it’d be healthier if we all started disconnecting them in our heads.

[kazodus]

came to me in a dream

[whorefordean]

it’s so hot in my room and it’s making my head hurt

[lupusbaby]

Being chronically ill is like

“It’s fine”

“It’s fine”

“It’s fine”

*complete mental breakdown because you can’t do this anymore*

“It’s fine”

[noodles-and-tea]

also what about an inverse twins in time au where ford went back to the 60's and stan stayed in the 80's?

Oh this is super interesting

[stinkybrowndogs]

I mean I get that’s it’s not the only contributing factor, but I’m curious exactly how much of the shelter dog over-population problem is actually due to poor dog ownership/management vs the housing crisis and economical stress. I’d be willing to bet by investing in social programs that give people the resources they need to care for their pets (cough cough affordable and free housing cough cough) that the amount of pets in shelters would dramatically drop. We can all sit here pointing fingers and screaming at each other until we are blue in the face, but if the owners basic needs are not being met, how can we hold them to a basic standard for their pets?

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

love that, in the Odyssey, there's one suitor (Leodes) who very specifically didn’t do anything wrong. he didn’t eat too much food, he didn’t harass the staff, he didn’t plot to kill Telemachus. and when Odysseus starts killing suitors, he begs for mercy because he was always respectful and kind and even tried to stop the other suitors from being like that

and I love that Odysseus was like “you were trying to marry my wife tho” and immediately kills him

[heytherecentaurs]

Brennan’s talked before about how as a poor young adult he lived in New York and struggled with food security. He tells a story of going to frozen yogurt places for free samples and a cheap dumpling spot because it was a lot of food.

His opinions on food and his described behaviours around food make a lot of sense in that context. He may be successful now and can be assured he can eat again when he’s hungry, but it appears he has legitimate trauma around his experiences with poverty because what he’s humorously describing is a trauma response. His mind hasn’t gotten rid of the anxiety of ���I’m eating now so I better make it count because I don’t know when I will again.”

Because he’s a comedian he manages to frame it as a joke, but there’s certainly an underlying sadness. It also informs Evan Kelmp’s characterization. Capitalism is the root issue here and poverty is state-sanctioned economic abuse.

Anyway, I hope he’s doing well and taking care of himself.