#maybe this is a me thing

[maladaptvs]

yes i am still thinking about mark drinking wine in key’s bed wearing key’s matching sweater and sweatpants WITH key’s shirt on underneath.

he’s so cuddly. he’s so affectionate. i can only imagine him showing up like “yes i’ll be raiding your closet now please. let me wear your clothes because i love you.”

[marsosims]

one thing i’ve realized recently is that I despise when clothes cc has white as their first swatch... i’m a bit weird in that i refuse to have cc thumbnails in my game and it bothers me to no end when i erase them and all i see in my cas catalogue is white.. like AAA pls no

[desperatepleasures]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

[flame-shadow]

hey did you know??? that if you stop stretching and maintaining mobility in your body then it goes away?? things get tight and you can't move the way that you used to??? and when you decide to try getting a stretch routine going that the first week fucking sucks because you keep going 'damn i used to be able to do this no problem' and then you have to switch gears and be kind to yourself and just focus on getting better from here instead of berating yourself for dropping the good habits in the first place??? and your body never stops aging so you gotta keep taking care of it and sometimes you gotta take care of it extra in certain areas because of things that happened when you were younger and it's boring and sometimes hurts but it's so necessary???

i am yelling this at myself right now i am going through An Experience (trying to get into a routine of body maintenance again for my physical and mental health)

[marypsue]

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

[eastgaysian]

[prawnlegs]

compelled yesterday to make a zine about a lifetime of being a contrarian little shit sketched left-handed and inked right (ow)

[hinamie]

10 years later

[phayz]

learning that self deprecation isnt cool and just makes the people around you uncomfortable unironically improved my mental health a lot. like if you just stop saying negative shit about yourself you will genuinely like yourself more and other people wont be repulsed by your attitude and you will have more friends. it's true.

[a1sart]

if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.

Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone

He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT

He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him

and now this.

Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.

Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.

[shopcat]

the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

[christadeguchi]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[shay-creates]

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).

Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

[veliseraptor]

have realized that while i am not a fan necessarily of "people meet and immediately fall in love" i am a fan of "people meet and are immediately obsessed with each other." the love can come later but the absolute fixation should be immediate

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[biohazard-inevitable]

The worst part about being a vivid dreamer, I think, is waking up from the perfect dream.

You’re enraptured by all the sweetest, most alluring sensations, and you’ve spent endless time being guided by the subconscious on miraculous adventures, made friends and allies that you’ve gotten to know so spiritually, and suddenly, its torn away from you in violent, thundering fashion.

The warm, enrapturing mist that shrouded you for what felt like days or even years worth of time suddenly jolted into the violent cold awareness of reality, forcing your mind to come to terms that none of that happened. The bonds you made, the promises you whispered, the triumphs, the sorrows, the treasures, the sensations were never real to begin with. In reality, you were gone for but a night, when in your mind, you been full of joy for eons.

Drowsily, you churn, shutting out the cold reality in turn for chasing back into that haze thats already shifted, trying desperately to roll back the clock to where you were before, claws scratching alterations to the story in misguided recollections of the tape’s rewinding until you fall into another dream entirely, only to later be woken much the same once more, unable to recast yourself into the abyssal beyond and instead realizing you’ve been out for 16 hours, time you will never regain.