#do you like my space metaphors?

[nikolaidelphiki]

I've seen a perfect protostar

I've seen a triple quasar, but

I've never seen a dwarf planet go this hard!

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[uncanny-tranny]

Going to be really honest, if you're disabled, you truly don't owe people - or the world - access to your diagnoses, symptoms, accessibility needs (and why you need them), mental health history, trauma, or anything like that.

The urge to force people to lay themselves out so they can be picked apart, consumed, and feasted upon by people who demand that their comfort outweigh that of a disabled person's is an ableist pipe dream. It is the urge to control that which you feel you have no control over, and it's your right to refuse to play that game, that role.

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[ratatatastic]

congrats to mr "the worst is ekky (to sit next to). i like sitting next to gustav (because hes quiet)" not giving up on his principles despite the fact mr worst to sit next to is velcroed to mr quiet so really it cancels out

[hunxi-after-hours]

只有马知道 / Only the horse knows 悲伤的马知道 / The sorrowful horse knows 有些爱 早已忘了 / Some loves are already long-forgotten 对不起 我改不了/ I'm sorry, I cannot change

披荆斩棘的哥哥 CALL ME BY FIRE S3 | 五公 FIFTH STAGE

《走麦田》 Walking the Wheat Fields

[discjude]

Yeah this is about right (as always my thoughts are in the tags so there's actually kei content there lmao)

[satellitesunset]

perpetually thinking about suguru geto.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The way that the sun hits leaves and clouds. I feel like I could watch the colors change forever. If I could slow down for that long.

[aromanticasterisms]

still rolling perinheri around in my head btw. that "the eclipse is swallowed by the crimson moon" line from dainsleif's introduction makes a lot more sense now. lol

[magpiesbones]

worst thing about being disabled is that now I am fully and completely aware of exactly how much I am worth to everyone I know. And it is not a lot!!

[yioh]

monthly existential vent post incoming lol guys i so desperately wish i had normal people problems … why can’t i be fussing over my turbulent love life or something why instead do my problems consist of the very soul consuming existential dread whilst i lay on my bedroom floor thinking about to what extent is life meant to be enjoyed and to what extent is it meant to be survived … why does every choice i am given make me feel like all the options are the wrong answer and i’ll always be sick tired absolutely depressed :!!2;&:@,@/£:& everything … feels so empty it makes me wanna cry so bad i always thought being alive was amazing and incredible and there was SO MUCH fun things to do but now all of a sudden . no matter how much i try everything feels like the colour and life has been drained out

[selfchiller]

The mistake people are making is thinking that Jean and Harry are foils, actually. They're not. Kim and Harry are foils. Kim and Jean are foils.

Jean is not Harry's sane, sober, "together" counterpart. He is not a normal guy who was "driven mad" by Harry. He SAYS as much, multiple times.

Jean is Harry. And he knows it! And he can't fucking STAND it.

The seething tar pit of hypocrisy IS THE APPEAL!

Also I think he's funny.

[moe-broey]

Moe/Alfonse dynamic ultimately boils down to Moe's incessant Need to act like it's doing better than it actually is and has it all figured out and gets a bit (extremely) annoying and self-righteous about it at times. It's not as though Moe is disingenuous, it desperately wants to embody the things it believes in (the power of friendship and well-managed mental health symptoms) but these things do Not come naturally to it/are things it actively had to Learn and Put Into Practice (which makes it even MORE annoying and self-righteous, when it has Achieved the Goal. This is what helped ME I am going to help you now. 50-50 shot this Does or Does Not Help).

Until something Breaks, and Alfonse Realizes. Ohhhhhhhhh, you're full of shit, aren't you? Same as me. Okay. Well. PVP enabled. By the time Moe realizes OH this is like, The Worst Guy I could have possibly brought all my issues to, like I was built in a lab to stress him the fuck out and piss him the fuck off, it's too late. Not only is it getting a taste of its own medicine (HORRIBLE), every time it slinks away Alfonse is ready to fucking get its ass (UNBEARABLE). Or Alfonse is experiencing a category 10 withdrawing into himself event but when he eventually comes around (either on his own accord or Moe looming in the doorway gently like "hey. I'm here. If you need anyone to talk to. If you want. Only if you're okay with it. If you're ready. Doesn't have to be me, either. But I think it would be good to talk to Somebody. Okay? Take care of yourself") Moe is MORE than ready to give its best most hypocritical advice.

They are just as bad as each other and somehow it...? Doesn't make them worse?? They might even be onto something???? They seem to be enjoying this actually? Like it's enrichment for them? Huh. Alright. Repeat ad nauseam until something weird and gay happens (as if the mutual Obsession they ended up developing for each other wasn't inherently weird and gay anyway)

[bunnyboy-juice]

srry for the sad posting

[dirtbra1n]

minds in half a dozen places or so I need to be able to do more than one thing at a time. hanzashiro is calling to me like at least two different videogames are calling to me library book that could be used as a murder weapon is calling to me. Hanzashiro Is Calling To Me.