#completely understand that

[muniimyg]

turning anon off starting jan 1!

such negative vibes being spread rn w other writers & even in my inbox ,, PLEASE for the love of god if u want to read fics ,,, remember that this shit is free and done in our own time . coming back to demanding and entitled asks is crazy (it’s also the holidays and most of us are working students !!! personally ,, i work mon-fri 8-3pm as a preschool teacher, weekends as a lash tech, and am in school full time … i hate updating if my asks the way they are rn) also … be nice ? is it that hard to be nice ?

let’s do this together ,, ok? we’re gonna start 2025 with clean and pretty pussies 😘

[starbuck]

so many bands write songs about “relatable issues” that don’t resonate while the mountain goats write songs about issues no one has ever experienced before that are universal

[creekfiend]

something that drives me insane on a relatively regular basis as a body jewelry understander is talking to people who have sensitive skin who are like "oh well I just can't wear any earrings without my ears getting inflamed" and I say "well what have you tried" and they say "well I've tried sterling silver and I've tried gold..." and it's like. ok. I don't know how gold and sterling somehow got spun by the jewelry industry as being especially good for sensitive skin but whenever I'm like "well have you tried implant grade titanium" they're always like "no....... but I've tried sterling silver... and it didn't work ..." like. I don't know how this narrative about sterling silver somehow got so strong but when they put pins in your fucking legs when you snap your leg in half are those pins made of sterling silver or are they made of implant grade titanium or surgical steel????????? HELLO. HI. YOU MIGHT BENEFIT FROM TRYING IMPLANT GRADE TITANIUM I AM JUST SAYING

[josephsaturn]

I think that “Anakin was a slave child who was groomed by Palpatine and raised by someone who wasn’t ready to take on a child, thereby leaving him in a social limbo state where he’s surrounded by people but only has a few close confidants, with the one he trusts the most actively trying to take advantage of him”

and

“Anakin was taught right from wrong from a young age, first by his mother and then by Kenobi, but any time he was presented with a choice, actively CHOSE WRONG EVERY SINGLE TIME”

are two sentences that can, should, and MUST coexist to fully understand Anakin Skywalker as a character

Edit: PART 2 of this post here

[schizopositivity]

People with autism or ADHD: I have this symptom

Me, a schizophrenic: oh me too!

People with autism or ADHD: I have this symptom

Me, a schizophrenic: haha yeah I got that too

People with autism or ADHD: I have this symptom

Me, a schizophrenic: yeah I deal with that daily

People with autism or ADHD: have you been checked for autism/ADHD? It really seems like you have it

Me, a schizophrenic: you know those are all possible symptoms of schizophrenia too right? You know that we have more than just psychosis right? And we can experience almost every symptom of autism and ADHD combined right? You know that we are more alike than we are different, right? Right?

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[eyefoes]

It's real and it's coming soon 🏇🏜️

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

[Dick letting Tim into the cave for the first time]

Dick, leading Alfred away from Tim: Al could I talk to you over here for a sec?

Alfred: Of course, Master Dick. Is everything alright?

Dick, whispering: Yeah yeah, everything’s fine Al.

*Tim looking at the bat computer*

Dick, louder: I sure hope nobody try’s on my old suit while we’re looking away!

*Tim taking pictures of the bats in the rocks of the cave*

Dick: THERE WOULD BE NOTHING YOU OR I COULD DO TO STOP THEM IF THEY DID!

*Tim inspecting a batarang*

Dick: sigh

[ava-deb]

BOONE: bitch scoot over… i love yall…

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[why-the-heck-not]

understanding academic concepts got me blushing swinging my legs giggling

[coolranch-chrisevans]

My friend doesn’t watch 911 but she lets me tell her about what’s going on in the fandom anyway and lmaoooo

[tenowls]

rivals

[allimili]

Shadow Milk Cookie's reaction when Y/n Cookie spends more time with Pure Vanilla Cookie than with him

the supposed ask for this below!

[zodiac-monkey]

[bunnys-lil-hideout]

"too many selfship prompts and imagines are revolved around healthy and happy dynamics and interactions and its boring".

no hate to any of you as i completely get where you're coming from. however. holds your hand. you do know that you're in a virtual community that is the equivalent of a shelter filled with traumatized pets right. surely you're aware of this.