#i can't check shit on there

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[darkangel0410]

I can't believe twitter is down on free agency day, why does *l*n hate hockey and me specifically

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[jackshiccup]

if i could hold you for a minute darling, i'd go through it again

inspired by chapter 42 of OTNWAS by @jjackfrost

[moongothic]

Madoka is the promise you won't turn from a child, full of hopes and dreams and the wish to save the world, into a bitter adult who just wants to hurt others and ruin people's lives

Madoka promised to be there for you to remind you of the person you wanted to be and to stop you from becoming what you sought to destroy

Madoka made that promise and became the very embodiment of it

[ruegarding]

we do not have five entire books full of percy's philosophical thoughts for rick to pull this shit. if annabeth was in character, she would be looking at this architecture and consider what she'd do different (and since she's redesigning olympus, she'd maybe also consider if she'd use any designs there). her fatal flaw is hubris and it should be a staple characteristic of hers.

[xenasaur]

have u ever been having a convo with someone and they drop something that drives u into a white-hot rage so deep u can literally fucking feel ur heart start to give out

[holyblanchett]

I'm just thinking about the poor residents of Westview. They survived Wandavision only to have Agatha and Rio tearing the neighborhood up again after breaking up for the millionth time three years later. They just can't catch a break.

[argentinesunshine]

wait a minute...... no. NO —

son of a BITCH

[californiannostalgia]

seems to me like zac oyama is repping some experiences of asian american schoolkids, defined by such hits like 'regulate your anger,' 'communicate clearer to deliberately misunderstanding assholes,' and 'perpetual sense of unbelonging in both the american part and the asian part of your life.'

[ddeongies]

l'appel du vide

informant ryujin x assassin yeji, shameless smut, yeji strapped up in more ways than one | 14.4k words 🔞

“Tell me you don’t want this,” Yeji’s voice is oh so low, and her lips brush against the shell of Ryujin’s ear, “and I’ll go down to the bar, find someone there, and you won’t see me until tomorrow morning.” Her breath is hot, raising goosebumps on the side of Ryujin’s neck, and her hand continues to travel down down down until it’s resting on the belt of the bathrobe once again. Ryujin isn’t sure if she’s imagining the way Yeji presses her pelvis harder against her. She’s grasping her hip now, her hold so strong Ryujin isn’t sure she’d be able to move away if she tried. Yeji lowers her head until her lips are brushing against the slope of Ryujin’s neck. It looks for one confusing moment like she’s going to drop a tender kiss to the skin, but she instead licks a hot stripe up the column of her throat until her teeth are tugging at Ryujin’s earlobe with a delicious sting. Ryujin hisses in pain and shock as she throws a hand out to brace herself against the mirror. She’s undeniably turned on now, her body singing with want in place of the fear she should be feeling. It’s becoming increasingly hard to remember anything that led up to this moment. All Ryujin can think about is the way Yeji’s grip is tightening on her hip, the way she presses harder still into her back, the way a sharp canine is scraping against the shell of her ear. “Tell me you don’t want this, Ryujin.”

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[sybbi]

Oh, good. The people who can't read a linked article on a post they reblog, much less open a separate tab and look into something themselves, are gonna tell us what is and isn't legit

[teddybeartoji]

hate when movies are bad what is wrong with you

[front-facing-pokemon]

[spiritofrainbursts]

Dude....

There's

No

Fucking

WAY 🤩

[ashe-yname]

Yes actually!!!

I think there is literally no struggle a cis woman has, that a trans man doesn't have!!!