#it's something I'm capable of doing

[tazzy-zooming]

Inspired by Share on Rofflenet and the S9 Poshington side mission.

Sam and Five hunt for the best tea shop in North Africa. And try not to cause more property damage.

Image ID: An Asian man and a dark-skinned woman in matching green outfits walk down an alley decorated with Tunisian tile art. They are both smiling.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He was just being a silly little guy!

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[marc--chilton]

hang on i'm once again thinking about house being stupid with love. stacy moved in with him a week after meeting him. that's HUGE change. could you imagine how much he'd have to be obsessing over her to make HIS home THEIR home??? and he still wasn't over her 5+ years later after everything either.

(and like. i wonder if there was ever a moment there for wilson where he's watching house and stacy be so witty and beautiful and in love together and thinking to himself, huh. so this is what that feels like.)

[manderleyfire]

I will do all this, I will get all this blood on my hands, and you are able to plead naivety.

[rambunctioustoons]

thinking about the trope horror of assistants in the Daycare just straight up failing or quitting over and over and over again is as funny as it is tragic to me.

of course if you're waltzing on in there, rearranging the furniture and scolding the Robot who Literally Lives There it would cause problems. change is inevitable and always looming but would it not just get tiresome acclimatizing people to this role, just for them to quit anyway.

[d1sc01nf3rn0]

I'm seeing a lot of people with neurodivergency, specially under the autism spectrum say that "Laios is annoying, never shuts up, is insensitive, and I can't stand him"; and the irony is not lost on me lmao.

[pa-pa-plasma]

i believe Danny is ADHD enough to not realize he doesn't actually have super-durability but has just subconsciously learned to minimize damage as much as possible

[brown-little-robin]

.besties help im having a moment again

[everyryuujisuguro]

[quaranmine]

On Wednesday before I gave my presentation I confessed to a new employee that I was worried it would be too long and she brightly told me her life hack was to just let AI rewrite things for her. She said I should put in all my talking points and ask ChatGPT to give me a five minute exactly presentation. I was like....how is the most polite possible way (since this is a new colleague I shouldn't get off on the wrong foot with) that I can express that I will Not be taking this advice. Ever. I told her that I didn't think we were allowed to use ChatGPT at this job (we most certainly are not, it is a nightmare for any type of protected information) and also that I prefer to write all of my own work. Despite my best efforts the last part of that was still passive aggressive, lol.

Something about being a writer makes it so that it's almost offensive to me for someone to suggest I use AI to do my work instead? Like, the day I reach the point where I let AI write something for me is the day y'all need to be checking me for brain damage because clearly I'm losing it

[pekoeboo]

"you're not a monster, my dear boy. you did what you had to do."

ah yes - so nice of me to put Khalan through Repeat Trauma by forcing him to fight back against an undead version of someone he loves all over again 🫠 can't help it though. I crave the angst ><;;;

please do not remove caption or repost. also on deviantart

[gn-bee]

And then they had a nice dinner.

Flip phone bit that's been stuck in my head for a hot minute.

a modern AU separate from kimetsu academy. Ume works at a garden center, and I am not immune to mechanic Haganezuka

If this seems incomplete, it's because it is, I'm incredibly lazy at heart.

[stardustedknuckles]

This beta blocker is wild and definitely doing more than "treating the physical symptoms of anxiety." All of my pain for the last many years has come with a kind of parenthetical pain on top of it - like if I pop a zit in that sensitive place between my skin and my cheek it hurts the normal amount AND there's an extra little sauce on it that lingers and takes me from a 4 to an 8 on the pain scale. When my cat walks across my ribs it doesn't feel like lil cat feet, it feels like someone slowly frogging me over and over and each little starburst of pain lasts for several seconds. Doctors keep shrugging and saying that if it's musculoskeletal, it must be fibro, a diagnosis of exclusion for which no tests were done to exclude anything. Assholes.

Anyway I can't metabolize most/any usual anti anxiety meds so I brought up a tiny dose of beta blocker to my doctor and I feel awake for the first time in years. The last med to do this for me started ruining my life four days in, so I guess this post is in celebration of the fact that we are on day 4 and very little has changed from the first time I took it. It's absolutely wild.

This thing doesn't help anxiety btw. It just stops your heart from racing when you are anxious. And yet my anxiety has all but vanished. I look around at the circumstances that have been causing me so much angst and damn near curl my lip at how they never once deserved that much of me, actually. I can feel my emotions the way you might see through a camera lens clearly after wiping off vaseline. I DO have joint pain, it turns out, I just couldn't pinpoint that it was my joints because again, diffuse layer of vaseline made it impossible to know where the feeling (not exactly pain) was coming from. Muscles? Tendons? joints? No idea. Just sore. ish.

So what the fuck was slowly getting worse that this thing reversed? No idea. Hopefully there will never be a reason to find out. I was worried a bit about T thickening my blood and causing heart problems nobody would look into until they tried to take me out, and that worry is gone now too because I am on the thing they would give me to fix it. I have spoken my mind more in the last three days than the last three years - not because I had thoughts I was keeping in before, but because I had not been able to identify that I was having thoughts or what they were. I'll probably trip over my own ass at some point and have to apologize or take something back or change my view on the spot when given new information. That's literally fine.

My manager installed an air freshener in the dog daycare (where customers don't go) yesterday and while that was an extremely shitty thing for her to do knowing it's my one guaranteed migraine trigger and I AM mad about it, I also learned pretty quickly that this med has also apparently eliminated the migraines themselves. I was locked in a room with an air freshener for six hours and all it did was give me the standard headache of being stuck surrounded by a strong smell (guess I'm wearing a mask to be in a room with no other humans from now on. It was a nice freedom while it lasted).

I have gone from treading water to stay afloat and feeling compelled to dwell on old damage and what could potentially happen to staying in the moment and feeling pretty damn steady quite literally overnight. My stomach growls now. Food tastes better. When my chest randomly hurts I don't have to run through a list of harmless things it could be. It's gas. It's fine. I can breathe again when I bend over to tie my shoes.

Wild stuff. I feel like...not like the last few years have been a dream, necessarily, but that I've been waiting in some undefinable way. And now I'm not waiting anymore. Apparently this is what I was waiting for. Now we just hope that it continues to work for forever or, if not, that we'll at least be able to figure out what the med has been helping and find another thing to pick up where it leaves off.

[ohsweetflips]

somewhere on this blog there is a post that goes something like "what if i just start identifying as nonbinary and don't tell anyone and still go by she/her" and that needs to be marked as the day that pandora's box opened