#might delete this later but also might not

[honeynutmalcontent]

_Rude._

Trying to tell me about myself before I’ve even had coffee.

Also, I think it’s important to mention—and maybe it is mentioned in the quoted text, idk. I haven’t read it yet; I chose to just charge right into the discourse like the US military when our “leaders” (that’s one word for them I guess) get a whiff of exploitable natural resources… that got away from me there. Lemme try that again.

I think it’s important to mention that “primary motivation” shouldn’t be conflated with “conscious motivation.” Because AFAB people are often trained to do exactly that, to constantly work to convince others that you’re good and worthy (yes, AMAB folks are too but the contexts and power dynamics are necessarily and often radically dissimilar). The diet industry and beauty industry wouldn’t be the absolute giants they are without our being told that they are the (sometimes only) avenues to proving our goodness and, especially, our worthiness.

In my experience, at least, there’s something about the specific combination of that training, when we’re meant to employ it, and the ongoing trauma of having every one around you disbelieving (and gas lighting you about) your experience, both as an Autist (diagnosed or not; conscious understanding of being Autistic or not) and as an AFAB person.

As far as speaking from my personal experience goes, I can’t speak to much more beyond that ^^ in generalities because my “training” was extremely and undeniably impacted by the particular trauma-mill that was my childhood which uniquely amplified ^^ that combination.

Trying to prove my worthiness—worthy to get the care and attention I needed as a child from my parents, even though I didn’t; good enough to have a family, even though mine disowned us; worthy to be loved, even though I knew I was an extra burden; good enough to still be a good big sister, even though I couldn’t protect or save Missy—is an autonomic function at this point. It’s like breathing—reflexive, largely unconscious, and integral to my survival… and I become aware of it when I hear certain keywords come out of my mouth or flow from my pen.

All of which is to say, while it is/was a “primary motivation,” it’s not a conscious one. To the point that I just spent the last hour thinking about and trying to explain the difference to someone who already knows (looking at you @trilliannc) and a whole internet that largely does not care in order to prove that I am still good and worthy even though my primary motivation is trying to prove that I am good and worthy.

Idk. I apparently felt defensive. Might delete later. uwu

OOF 

(original text from article by devon price)

[thesilliestofgals]

Could someone give me a review of In Stars and Time? It’s currently on sale for $14.99 on Switch (sale ends 1/2/2025 for anyone else who’s interested) and I have the money to buy it, I just want to know if it’s worth it.

[starkeyslibrary]

FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Part 9

pairing: you x drew starkey

authors note: hi friends, first of all so sorry for my delay in delivering you guys part 9! but if you hadn't read my post from last week, my phone basically got stolen which meant all of my drafts got deleted as well as some papers for my classes so it has been a rough couple of week. this is part 9, but later today or tomorrow i'll publish part 9.5 with their getaway. part 10 will be the last part of this series. Enjoy! <3

The soft hum of the car's engine was the only sound as Drew pulled up to the curb in front of your apartment. The city’s street lights flickered in the distance, casting long shadows over the quiet sidewalk. You glanced out the window, your chest tight as you stared at the building that had always felt like your refuge—but now, with Drew by your side, it felt more like a place of uncertainty.

The moment in his car earlier still lingered in your mind—the kiss you shared, ignited by the weight of your miscommunication and the sudden, raw honesty that had passed between the two of you. It was a spark, a fleeting glimpse of something that might have been… but was it enough to rebuild the trust you once had?

Drew turned off the engine, his hand hovering over the gear shift for a moment before he looked over at you. His gaze was soft, vulnerable—something you hadn't seen from him in a long time.

"Y/N," he began, his voice hesitant, as if choosing each word carefully, "I… I know I hurt you. And I don’t want to rush anything, but I also don’t want to keep pretending that this—that we—don’t matter to me." He took a deep breath, his hand sliding over the steering wheel. "I don't expect you to forgive me just because I say the words. I know it’s going to take more than that. But I need you to know that I’m trying. I’m trying for us."

You stared at him, your heart pounding, your emotions in turmoil. You wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that this wasn’t just another empty promise. But the doubts lingered like shadows, whispering that you couldn’t let yourself be vulnerable again, not after everything that had happened.

"Thank you for saying that," you said softly, avoiding his eyes as you spoke. "But you know… it’s going to take time. I can’t just jump back into this, Drew. I’m not sure if I’m even ready to open up again."

He nodded, though the sadness in his eyes was clear. "I know. And I’ll wait for as long as it takes." There was a pause, a heavy silence that settled between them. "But I’ll keep showing you, Y/N. I’ll keep proving that I’m not the same guy I was before."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The tension between you felt palpable, thick with the weight of unspoken thoughts.

Finally, you exhaled, a faint sigh escaping your lips as you unbuckled her seatbelt. "I should go," you said, glancing at him before opening the car door. "Thanks for the ride, Drew."

"Yeah," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll text you when I get home."

You nodded, stepping out of the car. As your hand closed around the door, you hesitated for a moment, then turned back to face him. Drew was still in the driver’s seat, watching you with a mix of longing and restraint. Without thinking, you took a step closer, and before either of you could say a word, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. It was soft, barely a brush of lips against skin, but it said everything you couldn’t put into words.

Drew’s eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause, the only thing that mattered was the connection between them—the unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other.

As you pulled away, you gave him a small, tentative smile. "Goodnight," you whispered, then turned and walked toward the building, your heart pounding in your chest.

You didn't know what the future held for the both of you, but tonight, in that fleeting moment, it felt like there was hope.

The Next Morning

You sat on the couch in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket with a steaming mug of tea cradled between your hands. You couldn’t stop thinking about Drew’s words, the sincerity behind them, the way he’d looked at you before she left. You had expected him to be the same as before, to show up with excuses and promises that didn’t hold weight—but he hadn’t. He’d shown you vulnerability, and for the first time in a long time, you had wondered if maybe you could find their way back.

The message pinged on your phone, a simple text from Drew:

Drew: I’ve been thinking about last night. And I just wanted to say… I’m really glad we’re taking this slow. I know it’s going to be hard, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove myself to you. You deserve that.

You smiled softly at the message. You had always been able to read between the lines with Drew, and something about this felt different. There was no rush, no pressure—just a quiet promise that he was willing to wait. That was something you weren't sure you could have imagined just a few weeks ago.

Your fingers hovered over the screen as you thought of how to reply, but before you could type anything, your phone buzzed again, this time with a call. You glanced at the screen. Drew. You answered, your heart skipping a beat.

“Hey,” you said, a little breathless.

“Hey,” Drew’s voice came through the line, calm but with an undertone of excitement. “I was wondering… if you’d want to do something this weekend. A getaway. Just the two of us, away from everything. No expectations, just time to relax and get to know each other again.”

The suggestion hung in the air, and for a moment, you felt her mind whirl. A getaway? It felt like exactly what you needed, but the idea of stepping away from the city, from everything that had happened—was it too soon?

But then again, maybe it was the right time. Maybe this was exactly what you needed to figure things out.

You took a breath and smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I think I’d like that,” you said, your voice steady but with a hint of excitement you hadn’t expected.

“Great,” Drew replied, relief in his voice. “I’ll plan it all. You just… pack a bag, and I’ll take care of the rest. I promise you’ll love it.”

As they hung up, you leaned back against the couch, feeling the tiniest spark of hope flicker inside you. Drew had changed—you could see it in the way he spoke, in the way he was acting, in the things he was willing to do. And maybe, just maybe, you were on the right path again.

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[necropathys]

hey so you're a super scary evil proshipper right? like that's why you got bullied off of rip off vine?

I would like to inquire about your opinions on 'dni proshippers' which you likely also see everywhere. do you actually follow them and let yourself be banned from interacting (including rb, liking, commenting, following) with people, or do you just ignore them?

just tryna see where the proship community stands with this, bc idk what to do with myself

Yeah, that's me (^^)d

I'd say I left if my own volition, but god, the stories I could tell. What an absolute cess pit.

I don't interact with antis, whether they have implicit or explicit DNIs, or even if their stance is only apparent through deleted statements or subtle behavior. I maintain a thorough Twitter blocklist and stay up-to-date with community blacklists.

That said, it's really not that deep for me. I’ve had bad experiences in the past where I got to know people through their content, only to later find out they considered me vile for my views. It felt deeply hurtful and made me more cautious about engaging with creators who might fundamentally oppose my presence in fandom spaces. For me, it’s about protecting my peace by proactively keeping to myself.

I know some people can engage blissfully unaware of these dynamics, but I find it uncomfortable to consume content from someone who would wish me unwell. Fandom is supposed to be about community—sharing our passions and creations. Engaging with creators who openly antagonize their audience feels counterproductive to that spirit.

Ultimately, you have to prioritize what makes your fandom experience enjoyable and sustainable. This is all meant to be for fun—for finding joy in what you love and sharing it. Do what feels right for you!

[spaghetticat3899]

If I were to drink a capful of mouthwash every time Daisuke Mouthwashing was deprived of pigment (which isn’t even very much in the first place), I’d be in the hospital for ethanol poisoning a week ago.

[dem0nyo]

✧ROWENA HAIR✧

haven’t posted anything last month bc life got in the way so here’s something! it’s inspired by my current hairstyle; unwashed for days, a little bit of sea salt spray and overnight curlers for good measure :]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

BGC

both frames

teen-elder

hat compatible

24 EA colors + 17 custom colors

shadow, spec, and normal maps

all LODs

⚠ 22k polys ⚠

hair streak acc found in the left brow ring category (comes in 24 EA colors, color slider compatible)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DOWNLOAD ✧ Patreon (free) | SFS ✧

please lmk if there are any issues!

[eydilily]

quick sketch before any of the eps drop today !

[cheezestixk]

For old times sake

[applewatersugar]

Sooo, recently I've found a way to fix (in my opinion) "unfinished", alpha custom content made for TS4. First I tried to remodel a high-poly shirt and copy the UV map from the original to the low-poly one. With this method I was able to decrease the polycount from 19k to 1,8k in 2-3 hours.

After that I tried to figure out a faster method and found an open source auto remesher addon/plugin for Blender which cut the work time in half, 1 hour! Tried this plugin out with another shirt and I was able to cut down ~8k polies AND keep the quality that the original shirt had!

Then another one!

I honestly don't know what to say. I am convinced now that most TS4 CC creators only make their work to fill their pockets and wallets. I know they say that they do this out of a hobby, but PLEASE, if you put your work behind a paywall, at least make sure it's optimized.

[sourlemonadez]

My first tumblr post aa throws this unshaded mess at you and runs

[frenchphobe]

griddlehark modern pen pal au where they don’t know each other but are assigned as pen pals for those pen pal projects you get in middle school and it just turns into them sending each other hate mail and somehow they just keep going for several years, even though they dont rly have to

[lumidotexe]

niche interest

[fantaorange]

the husband and wife ever btw…

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

…..

A tipsy bathroom selfie for y’all ✨✨✨ (please be kind and respectful in your comments but also tell me I’m pretty 😌)

[rathonk]

Phlegmexpo or whoever..

[fiona-fififi]

Call me homophobic, but I don't actually think it's great representation to stick a complex, dynamic, newly-realized bisexual character permanently with a flat, boring, underdeveloped love interest just because that was the first guy who showed interest.