#but i haven't processed those yet

[greyias]

Booted up BG3 for the first time in a good while, intending to play a bit more of the Gale Squad save file. Intent was to actually progress the story!

Got distracted making pretty new outfits for Ari.

Failed step one.

[luxmoogle]

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

[pessimistic post]

As a person who's always struggled to envision a future for themselves, the last 10 years plus the now regular messages about impending war are... Not good.

[seraphim-soulmate]

when my roommates put things back in the kitchen incorrectly it makes me frustrated and angry. apparently, did you know, this is not a thing all or most humans experience ? some people don't have an intense emotional reaction to things not being stacked in the optimal way, or pans not being put back in their "usual" spot. did you know this. did you.

[arachnidcakery]

HAI HERE'S MY ARTFIGHT USERNAME/ACCOUNT BTW <33

I currently don't have very much uploaded yet besides 3 OCs- but pls feel free to follow me or check out some of my characters if you'd like to! :3

[dengswei]

one day i'll be able to look up a new girl group and not be jump scared by the a 2010 liner

[xcziel]

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[notninani]

Art block is kicking my ass. The bitch doesn't want to draw anything that isn't BonRin, I'm really sorry for how long it's taking me to finish the commissions. Please forgive me 🙇🏻‍♀️🙏✨️ I'm not doing this on purpose ;w;

[fionnaskyborn]

there's something to be said about the very specific feeling of frailty you feel when you come face to face with just how little you've experienced. twenty-odd years on planet earth and you haven't really watched all that many movies. an unlived life facing an uncertain future. i do not know where to point the finger of blame because i live untethered from my past, floating in the present with no clear point of reference no clear definition of who i am or what happened to me and how i turned out the way i am (fucking. can you guess why five is my favorite game. insert that one lyric from that one modest mouse song.) but you're still here, and you can still learn, and you can catch up, but it still feels like you're a pitiful little nobody looking for excuses trying to explain why you're still new to the whole being alive thing. i've got a good head on my shoulders, though, for all that's worth, so i think i might be fine.

in other news, i watched scarface tonight. it was certainly a movie. don't really understand how the movie made it big, but it did have some damn good music. i mean, i don't know. i'm still learning about the world i live in. maybe it really is as much of a masterpiece as people make it out to be and i'm too dumb to see the reason why it's considered a classic. maybe i'm right. i can't tell at the moment. it's kind of a beggars can't be choosers situation - if you ain't watched that many movies, then you can't really be a good judge of quality. but, oh, well. it's one more movie watched. it's a win because i watched a movie. and i'll watch more movies.

[theabigailthorn]

What are we supposed to do now? By ‘we’ I mean UK based trans women and transfems. How are we meant to continue? Knowing the country hates us. The law refuses to accept our existence. Everyone wishes we would just shut up and disappear. How are we supposed to live like this? I know I can’t.

Let me tell you a very funny story that might make you feel better.

Not long ago I called the suicide hotline feeling exactly the way you describe. The volunteer on the other end was an older cis lady, and I was like, "Hey, I'm trans - all this stuff is happening, the government says blah blah blah, the court says XYZ, and I feel like I'm living in this really hostile country that hates me, and it sucks!" I told her how angry I was, how much all this makes me hate by fellow human beings, how much I wouldn't care if Britain sank into the sea or was burned away to ashes along with all its inhabitants, and how ashamed I am of feeling such venom and cynicism.

And there was a bit of a pause.

And the volunteer lady says, "What's trans?"

I - Joker makeup bursting from the pores of my face - explain to her what being transgender is. She has questions like, "So, what was the legal process like, what do you have to do?" and I'm like "Oh HO HO HO! Let me tell you the hoops I had to jump through!" and she's like "Wow, that sounds so difficult?" and I'm like, "HEE HEE HEE I haven't even gotten to the difficult bit yet!" I'm ranting, I'm pacing my living room like a tiger, quoting Merchant of Venice and Coriolanus down the phone to this woman on the suicide hotline, like "If you prick us do we not bleed?! If you tickle us do we not laugh?!" "I banish you, and here remain with your uncertainty!" (She's like "I remember this Shakespeare from school!") It feels like I'm vomiting up this black sludge of hate that I've built up, like people spit on me and I've absorbed all that spit and now I'm burning with it.

So at the end of all this the volunteer lady's like well yeah of course you feel angry, that makes perfect sense! Anybody with a heart would feel the way you do! Of course you feel cynical and bitter and despairing! And she tells me that she hasn't seen any of this, but it's shocked her. She thinks this court case sounds like a really backwards step; she thought Britain was progressive. And I'm like, "I used to think that too, and the loss of that illusion hurts."

But then she goes well look - these judges and politicians, they live in a bubble. They don't really know what life is like for ordinary people like me and you. There are plenty of people in Britain like her, who just don't really pay attention to this stuff. There might be some who throw things at me in the street and treat me poorly, but there are also a lot of people who are just... normal? And fine? And who are just doing their own thing, and who are appalled to discover this kind of thing is happening? And I'm like oh yeah - I guess if the country was destroyed all those people would go too... It's not true that everyone wants us to disappear.

And she says she's going to go home and look all of this up because it sounds like trans people are really being mistreated, and she's like "Thank you for telling me all this. I hope you feel better."

And I'm like yeah you know what, I kinda do. It helped to have someone else go, "I understand how you feel." So, y'know, we've got one more ally at least.

[sysig]

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[blackwinged-soul]

...right. Riiiight. I genuinely wanted to meditate, but I forgot about the My Stomach Is Stupid disease.

I tried to eat lightly and ate as soon as I could so I would hopefully have time before bed, but it still took me resting until 9pm to feel alright enough to trust my stomach with diaphragmatic breathing and sitting upright. But I had to attend to bodily needs and take my meds and drink my gut health thing and take care of the chinchillas and now it's 10:12pm and I'm about to crash.

(I got hit with Multiple Episodes of vasovagal near-syncope this weekend because I was in 105F weather. I wasn't even OUTSIDE THAT MUCH. But. Guh. I almost passed out three times in a row on the airplane home. So that was fun. {lP It always messes with my stomach the worst...)

Anyways. Tl;dr I'm exhausted and not in good health right now and my headache will accept Coasting but not Directed Thinking. My back will accept Slumping or Laying but not sitting up straight. My tiredness is more powerful than my discipline right now.

I know I could meditate lying down, but I guarantee I'm going to conk out when I try that. I barely have the energy to stay conscious; I can barely dredge up enough astral energy to shape it into My Being and not just like. stagnant pools. Definitely don't have the strength that I could project anything without hurting myself...

I can meditate for centering tonight before bed but I certainly won't be traveling and communing, let alone channeling anything for a shield. I did that once when I was well-rested and emotionally charged, and it exhausted me for three days.

So uhh. Definitely not tonight.

And probably not Wednesday or Thursday night, either, because I'm sure it'll be more of the same.

This weekend, then. When I can eat dinner, and then have 6+ hours before I need to sleep, and also have time to write whatever happens down afterwards. And make some tea. I feel like tea would be really nice.

I did spend awhile sitting at the library feeding the pigeons today (something I do every day after work). And I was wondering, "What's the point of Her involvement with my personal endeavors?" And kinda Intentionally Sent That Question Out.

Luckily I was calm enough to be receptive, because I had a vision of me (as I am in this life, which is a VAST departure from how I usually see my astral form), taking in golden light and then radiating it out to the dark space. Reaching my arm out, and the energy flowed with it and beyond it. It didn't last long, mostly that one quick image.

I got Feelings of that gold being not just peace (a given), but hope, renewal. A sort of... not quite legacy, but still an impact?

I don't know that She'll ever tell me exactly why she cares enough to let me direct this thing with a purpose for her. But whatever. If not for her, I'm doing it for other people who need the hope I desperately needed.

[iamacolor]

the french administration is good at three things: frustrating people, making people wait and leaving people in the dark when it comes to what they can actually do to speed things up since everything is slower than planned (was my file even received? is something wrong with it? can I sign up online in the meantime? how long does it take since the time announced for the procedure online has already passed? who the fuck can tell)

[sincerity--extreme]

Question for those with traumas/PTSD, does that grief over wondering who you'd be if *that* hasn't happened ever gets easier?

[simpforboys]

Frat!Rafe teaching his sweet tutor how to kiss before her date…

warnings: kissing, suggestive(?)

"Hold on - you're telling me you've never kissed anyone?"

You nervously shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip.

You've been tutoring Rafe in statistics for about three weeks now. It's been going okay, mostly him flirting with you and you shyly laughing, thinking he's just messing around.

But now that you told the popular frat boy you have a date tonight with some Braden Langford, Rafe is curious to know what else you have or haven't done.

He's laying on your twin xl bed, making himself comfortable in your dorm room. You sit across from him in a crisscross, stats textbook on your lap with papers and a graphing calculator next to your thigh.

"Are you making fun of me?" You mumbled anxiously, starting to pick at your fingernails.

Rafe was the first boy to ever be in your room, technically the only person you've ever had in your room since you lived in a single and didn't really have other friends.

"No, baby. 'M jus' surprised," he murmured in disbelief.

It's quiet for a moment before he speaks up, something off in his alluring blue eyes. "Ya said you're goin' on a date t'night?"

You nod, doe-y eyes meeting his.

"He might try t'kiss ya, y'know," Rafe warns, trying to hide the jealousy building in his chest at the thought of his girl tutor going out with another guy.

You remain silent for a moment, blinking at the tall boy on your small bed. But then before your brain could process it, you were blurting out the request.

"Teach me?"

He looks at you for a moment, completely stunned, but also a small smirk curled onto his lips. You quickly tried to backtrack.

"I jus' mean that you kiss girls a lot and you have sex all the time and I don't know anybody else and --"

"Baby, shhh," he cuts off your rambling, the smirk now bigger.

"I'll teach ya how t'kiss, sweet girl. But y'gotta listen t'everythin' I say, mkay?"

You nod, face hot as he grabs the textbook off of your lap. You were already nervous enough as it is about going on your first date, now Rafe Cameron is going to teach you how to kiss?

"’M gonna put my hands ‘ere, kay?” He tells you softly, big hands moving to hold your hips.

“Eyes. Want those pretty eyes on me, pretty girl.” He commands firmly yet gently, not wanting to startle you.

Your eyes flicker down to his, heart pounding in your chest. Butterflies filled your tummy as you stared at him, subconsciously licking your lips.

He lets out a small hum, leaning in slightly to brush his lips against yours. “Lemme take the lead, yeah? Jus’ follow me.”

He gently presses his lips to yours. You instinctively flinch at the new contact, but eventually your eyes flutter shut as you melt against Rafe.

His hands grip your hips a bit better, helping you onto his lap. He moved his lips with yours, fitting together perfectly as he swiped his tongue over your bottom one.

You gasped into his mouth, causing him to slip his tongue in and slide it perfectly against yours. Your own hands move off of your lap, but stay in the air, not knowing what to do.

He takes your hands and guides them onto his shoulders, pulling back so you can both pant together.

“Good girl, baby… doin’ s’good.” He murmurs breathily, before capturing your swollen lips with his again.

As the kisses went on, you continued to melt against him, your body burning from his addictive nature.

Your hands slid down his chest, fingertips gently squeezing in to feel his pecs as you sat perfectly on his lap and made out with your tutee.

Eventually, though, you had to pull away because your lungs were burning with the need for air.

His eyes flutter open against yours again, staring at each other as he rests his forehead against your own.

“Y’okay?” He asks softly.

You nod, breathless and mind a little fuzzy that your first kiss was that good, the type of good that’s only seen in those romance movies.

“Good.”

[david-watts]

I will not fall into the trap of rewriting everything because my writing skills have improved since starting the work