#it is astonishing.

[alarrylarrie]

If you intentionally come within even a smoke signal’s distance of one of them or Liam’s family, for the next two weeks minimum, you have absolutely no right to call yourself a fan. You’re not a fan of my band. You’re a person who needs to SERIOUSLY evaluate their life and their choices.

[culverton]

average friendship

[betweentheheavesofstorm]

the year is 2024. I am watching The X Files 1x08 with my blissfully offline boyfriend. We reach the scene where, in confinement, Mulder and Scully examine each other's backs for alien marks. My boyfriend, who has never seen the show before, makes an amused noise and utters a strong contender for understatement of the year:

"I'm guessing there's fanfiction about these two"

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[goldinavonlea]

i don’t think the emperor or any of his surviving original lyctors can possibly comprehend how grateful they should be for whatever harrow’s done to scoop gideon out of her brain because if harrowhark nonagesimus was in possession of the the full knowledge that her first enemy and only friend in the whole world Gideon Nav had given her life so that Harrow could sit at a dining room table while God and his first two saints got wine drunk and argued about which of the cavaliers they’d murdered to achieve immortality was the most bangable and made your mom jokes then i do not believe there would be any force in the known or unknown universe that could keep her from deicide

[creep-girl]

the pkciv experience

[squeeegs]

falling awake; the first scene of @corviiids's fic telltale

1/? (2)

[strangenewwords]

Astonishing X-Men #8 (2004)

Logan’s so into it. (And so am I)

[alienssstufff]

from that one convo they had in the 12 Hour Limited Life special

The sprites (updated their liml designs a lil)

[feykrorovaan]

Shh babygirl, I know it's not actually 7,000 steps to High Hrothgar. It's actually 763, but canonically, it's 7,000. Shh, I know love. It's ok. It's Skyrim Darling,followers can get trapped in walls,people can swim in mid air and you can break doors with dinner plates. Let it go. It will all be alright.

[nebulo-philiac]

"You can be against the proship community and be pro-kink" no you fucking cant

[nutongzhi]

cramping so bad rn

[soracities]

we NEED more cleaners and bricklayers and scaffolders and delivery drivers in MFA poetry programs. like. immediately.

[vaguely-concerned]

what a day lucanis is having during his recruitment mission. welcome back from your year at The Horrors camp man. your grandma is dead (you missed seeing her again by hours), your hometown is under brutal occupation, the demon situation is going to be permanent I'm very much afraid, and incidentally the reason everything seems to be on fire is that the world is actively ending. yeah you've heard about the blight? we're at double blight right now. how did his day start at 'I'm in hell' and get worse from there I'm crying

[callsthefaithful]

thing for @celestialalpacaron's overlord husk au

closeups under the cut

[stingrayextraordinaire]

I don’t think there is any art in the world quite as astonishing as Kinuko Craft’s illustrations for Patricia McKillip’s novels