#clap if u bad

[regaeliabyeeeee]

maybe i should finally post the 11 paragraph long verse meta i made for xvi last summer

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[hertwood]

2024 Chinese Grand Prix | Qualifying

[confoodles]

Does anyone else feel like Aylinluna was horribly out of character this episode?? I've heard that apparently some things were cut, so that might be the reason but it still felt weird. Like ur telling me Luna, who has literally been so respectful of Aylin's boundaries literally even last episode, is suddenly forcing her to go out of her comfort zone?? Okay, fine, I understand the concept of wanting ur gf to get along with ur friends, but ur telling me Luna wouldn't stand up for Aylin when someone is clearly getting in her face and making her uncomfortable?? That she would call her an ALIEN??!!!

[a-straying]

Big fan of the old-timey prick

[crimeronan]

dentist update: my mouth is actually in WAY better shape than i thought considering i basically didn't brush my teeth at all last year and haven't had a cleaning or regular dental care in 12 years. there's one molar that's not salvageable and another that probably needs a root canal but i honestly expected to lose both bc they've been rotting in my mouth for. Months. and other than that i literally only need like 3 fillings. ✌️

[shewhoeatssand]

I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever

[boxwinebaddie]

so i was shooting the shit with the girlies in the group chat earlier and we were talking about the great outdoors, which, of course, are great to everyone...EXCEPT JERSEYKYLE who is basically a spoiled brat and pampered house cat and the only thing he thinks would be great about the outdoors...is if one of them would Fucking OPEN and take him back inside to civilization, cable tv and air conditioning.

like i think in the future when j.k. is working his full-time guidance counsellor job ( mr. bro, you are everything to me, baby ) they coerce him ( probably with pastries, paid vacation time and peer pressure ) into chaperoning the 5th grade weekend overnight camping fieldtrip, which ravenstanley marsh, of course, tells him is a great idea and it’d be fun to be out in the forest....It Was NAUGHT.

i am picturing him in like the big puffy orange jacket and like the grown up version of the green ushanka/ear muffs, shivering, snifflin, shrieking, crying about bears or red, blotchy, completely sunburned, totally bugging about bugs, tear-gassing everything with insecticide,

ready to End It All...

meanwhile future ravenstan, who i like to think went back to school, minored in wildlife, became an badass emergency travel veterinarian, is constantly on the move and on location ( and by that i mean like srsly impoverished third world countries, the amazon rainforest, rural new zealand where they desperately need vets, australia with all the shit that can fkn Kill You, buttfuck -40 siberia saving the polar bears )

working with non-profit wildlife protection and conservation efforts, has a little squad of hyper-vigilant zoomanitarian search and rescue emergency animal doctors that specifically head to dangerous places doing intense emt roadside surgeries, goth boy apothecary hot boy shit, foraging for supplies, making life-saving medicine out of tiny mushrooms and pieces of tree bark, running through fields with possible landmines in it to save endangered species, going full emo indistana jones adventuring and saving the world as captain stanet in no mans land w/ all his tattoos and piercings ( hero KING! )

...just pointing and laughing at teacher yersey when he finally gets thirty min of service on the helicopter flying out of snake island, brazil having nearly escaped having his flesh melted off by pit vipers doing important smart boy science research on different poisons and his fiancé calls him bc he got a bug bite and he thinks he's Cooked.

live laugh love ravesey style, everybody.

[fappellmoan]

ohhh you think the barbie movie is just a giant commercial. you think it has little to no important commentary and should be written off along with *checks notes* every other project to ever come out made by women that centers women that isn’t an absolutely perfect depiction of intersectional anti capitalist feminism. should we throw a party. should we invite ben shapiro

[impossible-rat-babies]

I’m realizing now that my da world state is just. wow tragic romance huh

[dogmouthhorse]

study of a painting by my grandma <3

[stardustfanfare]

okay hi tips for executive dysfunction

so like. ive found with executive dysfunction the way u need to approach it isnt WHY CANT I JUST SIT AND WORK oh my god can i please just do this please okay we're going to do it okay? okay please please like no that doesnt work. brute forcing it is only gonna make ur brain push back 10x as hard.

executive dysfunction stems from understimulation. the little toddler that lives in ur brain is having a tantrum because its bored and the only thing to calm it down okay you see isnt yelling at it you gotta give it a lollipop. and by that i mean providing stimulation.

the things that work for me might not work for you but its a start. when im trying to do homework, some things that give me more stimulation are:

- playing loud, fast repetitive songs on loop. picking a single song with like a strong beat and looping it gives me something in the background for the toddler to play with without being distracting. i can send you my list of songs that work for me if you want to try them. all those study tips that are like. ohhh only play lyricless songs are LYING the toddler does NOT like that. the toddler wants loud music. the toddler needs a strong rhythm.

- chewing on gum. chewing on something gives me something to distract me and the sweetness of the gum is also helpful.

- if i cant work, going and exercising or going on a walk like taking a mental break can help me calm down and refocus. i know its annoying to hear "just exercise more!!" as a tip but this is more about the mental break than anything. getting away from ur work area gives some variety. take the toddler outside and let it touch grass.

- also having something with caffeine can help.... caffeine is a stimulant and when i drink coffee it like. it doesn't actually make me energetic but it does help me focus a bit... if u dont like coffee, some kinds of tea are caffeinated and theres energy drinks too.. also eating sugary things i find can help some.

- overall be gentle with the toddler in your brain.. find ways to give it stimulation bc the more background stimulation you have the easier it will be to focus. hope this helps june 💗💗💗

also ive been there where ive had massive breakdowns and i feel like i cant even cry anymore.. for that ive found it helps to listen to emo music loudly in my headphones and write bad vent poems. classic emo teen behavior im AWARE but it does help. you have to lean into it lol. also like. go to sleep, take care of yourself, make sure you eat drink water and shower... truly it makes it better if youre well rested and well fed and dont feel like a sticky greaseball. anyways. i hope some of this helps and i hope things get better soon.

!!!

[1327-1]

media that's like "here's the end, it's still pretty fucking awful isn't it!" is my favorite its the only thing that can fix me i love it it's my weird little chew toy i break teeth on

[varlaisvea]

Journal entry from a Riften bunkhouse

~850 words Rated G

Here’s a little snippet from a BIG WIP— i’ve been working on it for almost a year, and this is the FIRST thing I’ve published! 😬 Some of it (like this part) is in the form of journal entries. The whole story spans both Second Era and Fourth Era timelines, and features both the Dragonborn and the Vestige of Coldharbour.

This, though, is neither of them—it’s one of the main characters (OC), a Khajiit from the Second Era (less than a decade after the epic year of 2E 582). He’s in his 30s and from Riverhold, which means he’s lived through the Knahaten flu and two Imperial occupations of his home city. He will someday become the first Khajiiti Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, and this is an excerpt from his journal as he makes his way to Winterhold for the first time, to enroll in the College.

Please enjoy, feedback welcome! I could use the encouragement!

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Tonight, we are staying at a dingy bunkhouse in Riften. I was, quite unexpectedly, unsuccessful in my attempt at seduction a few days ago, but Vihk was still kind enough to invite me to the tavern with him and some of the others from the caravan. I think he was only being polite, and anyway I was feeling quite restless, so I spent the evening wandering the docks and streets in thought. I had heard the guard here harasses wanderers, especially at night, but correctly guessed that account was from someone who is not of my stature or impressively sleek clawfulness. The worst I got was one “keep moving, cat.”

I do not know how long it has been since I have felt motivated, curious, and excited to learn, but today, when I talked to those mages in the caravan, I remembered: this one is also a mage, and has been ever since he asked his mother if he could learn the clan-magic along with his little sisters. Is this not something Araszha once loved about himself—his intellectual curiosity? To feel it again only made me despair for how long it had been gone, and how little I had even noticed its absence. But to catch a glimmer of it… I wanted to cling to it and chase after it. Not in the joyful way, though, in the urgent and desperate way; clawing at strings. A motivation so flimsy it almost feels shameful.

Still… perhaps it is preferable to my prior plans.

A few days ago in Ska’vyn, I noticed a very handsome, very snobbish-looking Dunmer who was traveling with a caravan to Winterhold, and I saw that Riften was one of the stops the caravan would make. Although I had been idly considering traveling to Riften for a while, I only knew two things about the city: it has a reputation for looking the other way on many unsavory activities, and it is very far away from Riverhold in Ne Quin-al. An ideal destination, yes? I told the caravan driver I was going to Winterhold, and paid for passage, planning to charm my way into a lovely evening (or a few) with a deliciously condescending Dunmeri dandy. 

Perhaps in Riften Araszha-dar would be too drunk to wake up in time for the departure to Winterhold, and be left behind—the caravan driver would already have been paid; no skin off his frozen nose. The only people who might notice a missing cat would be aforementioned Dunmer snob (who would doubtless be glad not to have to avoid eye contact with his most recent less-than-wise decision), and other members of the caravan. All of whom would be unsurprised that the slick and shifty Liar-dar they had met was as unreliable as he was insufferable, and perhaps be mildly relieved to be free of such a cat, if they felt anything at all.

Riften’s seedy reputation seems well-earned—one could easily get oneself into misfortune here. It would be easy for someone—perhaps even someone taller and more furry than most Nords—to go missing, especially at night. In fact, I feel one could easily go missing in such a way that, for example, anyone who might be trailing or threatening them would be delayed for days or weeks, trying to get any sort of definitive answer as to their whereabouts or condition. Otherwise, no one would notice or care, especially if one’s very appearance suggested a lecherous thief to most of the city’s inhabitants—a dozen other identical criminal pests come through here every week, probably. I imagine Riften is more accustomed than most cities to seeing occasional bodies fished out of the water, or removed from a dimly-lit alley, or a cheap inn bed. Likewise, the people of Riften are probably more accustomed than most to avoiding the everyday undead—hollow-eyed skooma eaters, beggars, gamblers, drunks. Which is to say: it seems easy to become a ghost here, and whether one becomes a literal or figurative ghost matters to no one, ghost included. 

Even if, say, one’s family worried for them, even if one’s lovingly tenacious family tracked down their last known location, Riften would shrug with bleak disinterest—why would it matter if a given degenerate ends up face-down in a grimy skooma den, in chains en route to a Morrowind plantation, or at the bottom of the lake? In any case, they are gone. And for the sort of people whose lives end here, one way or another, that is a blessing to them and everyone else—even the people who fish bodies out of lakes and skooma dens get some work out of the deal. My wandering tonight confirmed: Riften seems to be exactly what I was looking for, when I decided a few days ago that it was finally time to make my way here.

I am back in my bunk, but of course I cannot sleep. Isn’t it strange, to think that Mother first told me about the College of Winterhold over twenty years ago? It is stranger still to know that tomorrow, I will be able tell her I have finally arrived! 

[colloquialcolors]

me: god I really need to work on volunteering my time that I Do Not Have and then being surprised when I have less time to do other things I Still Need To Do.

me: crazy how that keeps happening, I don't know how-

me, looks down at the message I've typed while running on autopilot and was about to send:

me: fuck