#feel free to reblog if you relate

[roguemonsterfucker]

Hmm I’m having a lot of anxiety today

*daydreams about being kidnapped by monsters to cope*

[yumefag]

i think my beef with "the diamonds are a girl's best friend" drawing prompt is all my guys are so much bigger than me it'd be like this

[coffee-keith]

Really struggling with trying to figure out what's me. Like what I enjoy and what ideas/traits/desires are actually my own. I think it's beautiful that people influence each other and grow together, but I'm left feeling lost right now and wondering what's actually me.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Life in an Autism World

[aph-estonia]

i am on so many mutuals dnis

[currentlylurking]

Thinking about... low stake Fenton Family headcanons. Those kind of things that have no wider world-context when it comes to fic ideas but really speak to their family dynamic.

Like, one of my favourites is that Danny doesn't avoid swearing because it's a kid's show from 2004; he avoids swearing because when he and Jazz were little, Maddie and Jack caught them repeating what what they'd heard from the lab. So they promised their children that if they could make it the next decade or so, until they got their drivers licenses, without swearing in front of them, Maddie and Jack would buy Jazz and Danny each their own car! They assumed the kids would forget before they had to follow through, but Jazz did not. And once she was sixteen, she traded the inability to swear for a car.

Danny can fly. He doesn't technically need to get his driver's license. But by this point he's committed, and won't swear at all - he doesn't want to risk slipping up in front of his parents, and losing his chance at a car!

Another one I really love is that up until he was about ten, Danny spent most of his time at the public pool. Maddie had him and Jazz in baby swim lessons, but Danny loved the water, so she kept him in it. And Danny was an amazing swimmer - he was incredibly fast and by the time he was seven, could dive well enough that there was barely a splash when he hit the water. Danny thrived in the water, and with some guidance, absolutely could have become an olympic level swimmer.

Unfortunately, when he was 10 or so, he mentioned to his parents that the chlorine in the pool hurt his eyes so Jack tried to replace the pool filter with an ecto-based one, which went very badly. And the family was banned from the public pool. They set up a blow-up pool in the backyard for Danny during the summer, but it wasn't the same.

Fortunately, he turned 14 and gained the ability to fly, so he doesn't miss it too much anymore, but Jack does still feel bad.

And of course, the last quality one - none of the Fenton family can cook. Maddie and Jack can bake extremely well, but baking and cooking are different. They like the experiment too much with their cooking, and even without ectoplasm, it usually leaves their food inedible. Jazz can make simple things, like macaroni, but whenever she's tried something more complicated it hasn't gone to plan. She's too much of a perfectionist to risk that.

Danny, meanwhile, has burned soup before and will burn it again. But he's still eaten it. Sam and Tucker have joked about how Danny's tastebuds must've died in the portal too, because there's no way a normal person would eat the kind of things he does, but he's always been like that! He's far too ready to eat almost anything.

It was particularly stressful for his family when Danny was a baby, because it seemed like for the first four years of his life, his sole goal was to eat every single battery he could find.

[thatoneluckybee]

Going to break into your house with pots and pans and yell at you until you reframe your thinking of productivity to include more than just schoolwork or a salary or chores and the like.

Did you do a thing? Was there a positive result for you or someone else?

Congratulations, you did a Productivity!!!

You aren’t ALWAYS going to be able to have the energy to do what we consider traditionally productive. You won’t always have the motivation.

Yeah, maybe you could have spent two hours studying for that test instead of 15 minutes. Maybe you could have cleaned the kitchen instead of the dishes. And? That’s still something!

Productivity is doing things!! Did you eat food and drink water? You did something that helped your body work! Doodled in class? You made art! Even just posting theories and memes on tumblr dot com is a thing! You thought out the post, figured out how to organize it (even if you don’t realize you did that) and you made it! And now other people can see and you DID something and you should be proud!!!

Be proud of yourself or I am going to show up outside your window tonight and scream positive affirmations louder than a cat who has just discovered her food bowl is empty.

[isawken]

in 1883 in the first recorded rodeo takes place in pecos, texas. in 2001 rob smets attends the PBR world finals in jeans and a sports jersey bearing sponsor logos. in 1568 the gelosi acting company coalesces in italy to perform the hot new style of live improv entertainment. in 1780 joseph grimaldi makes his stage debut at 2 years old at london’s famed drury lane. in the many, many years before any white person ever laid eyes on it, a man in what you’d now call northern arizona paints his body in black and white stripes and puts corn husks in his hair. in 1557 ivan the terrible is pallbearer to a man who walked naked in the streets of moscow. in 2017 the ringling bro’s circus announces its last show, 146 years after the titular brothers first formed it. all of these moments (and more!) have lived in my head rolling around like marbles for years now and im so happy to now have the proper method to infect your mind as well:

History of Fools is a hobby project of mine i've been working on for over a year now! part essay series, part half-assed podcast, part descent into madness, this little diddy is the culmination of years' worth of highly specific insanity. i have 4 half hour-ish essays/episodes out now reviewing the histories of:

Jesters! Commedia Dell'arte! Sacred Clowns and Holy Fools! and my personal favorite (seriously if you listen to or read any please choose this one) Rodeo Clowns!

I have more episodes planned to get into clowns proper, hoping to come out in 2024. but until then please take a read or a listen and let me know what you think!

CLICK HERE FOR FOOLS!

[thebekashow]

my beloved husbands/pos

[thebrokenbean]

Your reminder to go and download all your favourite works off AO3, in case that American bill goes through and damages non-profit organizations

[thestalwartheart]

Okay so this quote from Black Doves is so good I wish I’d written it:

“You have a warm heart and blood on your hands, and that’s not a good combination.”

But the brainrot is so real. A second after I heard it I went: “Fuck, that’s Q.”

Thinking about that time Ben Whishaw said Q was warmer than anyone would expect him to be. Thinking about him saying care and concern is at the core of Q and Bond’s relationship, despite all the aggravation. Thinking about him saying Q was just trying to find some sort of balance between home and work life.

This man has a real knack for playing morally grey characters who have a strong, beating heart.

[fanby-fckry]

Well, now I’m thinking about how my sense of self is just… vastly, thoroughly strange compared to what I’ve been taught a “self” is.

“Just be yourself”

Which one?

Every mask is a face. It’s me, it’s all me, all the way down. And yet at the same time, “me” is a vague, shifting construct that can be toppled with a slight breeze. I am an amalgamation of my trauma and my joy and every healing wound combined into something that almost resembles a person. I am a monument to my sins. I’m not the same person I was when I woke up this morning. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror. I will be a million different versions of myself before I die, but I’ll never settle on just one.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[daddymothxxx]

Vee's Pride Party

Velvette made the party floor look fantastic. Just a ting campy to fit the theme. Chef's kiss.

That left him to set up the table with little food warmers for the food. There was some general catered faire like proper fancy hors d'oeuvres involving deli meats, caviar, and crackers with little toothpicks. Then his portion of the table with flautas, empanadas, and tamales. Nice mix of dips and sauces.

Vox always made sure the wet bar was well staffed and stocked. Though he did check that out too himself. Needed a good frozen margarita to give some of his hands something to do.

Everything was okay and he would see some people!

While waiting for people to gather, he relaxed and enjoyed the music at a small table near the dance floor. He'd be out in it after a while. Loved dancing.

He had nothing to chew on his claw tips about, but he kept catching himself nearly doing it. Kept hands either under the table or around his drink.

Whatever happened, he'd enjoy the atmosphere. He loved parties!

[darkcreamz95]

Now that all the chapters are out...

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I Need Screen Time at Night to Fall Asleep As an ADHDer

AJ’s Brain

[hello-galad]

I feel like I'm going crazy. I understand this is -probably- a normal step in the recovery of this damn illness but still I can't help but think "what if I never heal", "What if this is life for me from now on?" Then, just as fast, another thought pops up and this one, I can't never stop. It's ominously silent, like a big dark presence and it whispers "is a life like this worth living?"

Mind you, I am NOT suicidal, I don't want to die, hell, probably the fact that I 've been to so many doctors and taken so many tests and treatments can tell you that I desperately want to live, but the thought is always there after that fear of not being able to go "back to normal" makes itself known. It's not the first time this happens, but that other illness was so fast to heal compared to this vertigo-dizziness of hell. Am I so weak that I think about giving up at the mere thought that I can't be "fixed"? How pathetic, it's embarrassing. Maybe I deserve to be called weak, uh?

It's been a month already and I'm MUCH better, but I still can't focus my eyes and see clearly, I still feel dizzy if I don't take the medication. My ears still hurt when audio or people speak loudly, the tiniest bit of volume up to listen to a song I love is painful. My voice hurts my own ears when I speak too much...too much now means a couple of minutes.

One of my doctors told me when she got this, it took her a month to get better, I've read it takes sometimes up to 2 moths, and I'm probably overanalyzing the situation here but what happens if two months go by and I'm still not okay? What then? I'm scared.

I have spent long periods of time crying over that scary possibility, of course always when I'm alone, because I'm supposed to be collected. I'm supposed to be unfazed or positive in the face of despair, because im supposed to be the one who fixes things. How ironic is it that I am the one who is broken so often.