#nobody is tbh

[eggs-can-draw]

Doodle from the trial

[jon-withnoh]

Your writing is AMAZING and I'm so happy you're in the fandom, also PLEASE share a new fic snippet I'm dying (the angstier the better pls)

Thank you 💛 This is from the chapter I’m working on at the moment, featuring Rebecca alone in the boathouse.

CN: Sex as a maladaptive coping strategy (sort of)

She had prepared the fire hours ago, stacking the logs in just the right way. This was part of her routine whenever she came down here, a nod to the person she would be some hours later, once whatever man she’d taken with her had trudged out the door. It was almost an experiment at this point — she wanted to know if any man could make her feel the way Danny could. Or Beatrice, on occasion. Some had come close, but there was always that moment after, when she came down from her high, disgust spreading through her limbs like tar, pinning her to the bed. She could not look at them then, these men, could only command for them to leave her. They would return eventually, she knew. They would always come back for more. 

She dressed while waiting for the water to boil, combing through her hair with her fingers and tying back a section from the front so it would not blow into her eyes on the way home. She poured the water into the teapot. She let it steep, taking a few minutes to air out the bed covers. She would have to change them soon. No one but her was allowed in the cottage. Danny took great offence at this. Despite everything they shared up at the house, she wanted more, wanted to gain entrance into the space she believed was reserved for Rebecca’s lovers alone. Rebecca could not tell her how wrong she was. The boathouse was not reserved for love, it was reserved for shame, for dulling an ache that knew no cure. She could not use Danny in that way. 

Rebecca poured herself a cup of tea and downed it in one, feeling the hot, bitter liquid burn the back of her throat. Maybe it would sear away the feeling of Jack on her skin, drown out the words he’d whispered to her. He made her sick. They all did. She put down the empty cup and threw on her coat. She poured the remaining tea into the fire, extinguishing it. She would clean up the mess some other time. Wrapping a scarf around her head and neck, Rebecca stepped out of the boathouse and closed the door, attempting, as always, to leave her pain locked up inside. 

[violetsandshrikes]

this poor woman ended up in hospital because she ate cayenne + cinnamon coated orange (unpeeled) because there’s a health and wellness influencer with millions of views who recommends it for digestion - she burned her oesophagus

i always saw a few really good other additions of similar things on the comments

please be so, so careful taking advice from these people online, as many of them are not formally trained or educated, brand ambassadors, deep in pseudoscientific rabbit holes and unfortunately, there are many out there who struggle with disordered eating habits

(not mentioned here but another one worth noting: i have personally known people who have burned their oesophagus with viral apple cider vinegar shots and drinks. don’t do that. a burned oesophagus is not fun)

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[lazycranberrydoodles]

this is how the post-lqq interaction went right

[real-skel]

do NOT fucking ask again

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steddie fake dating au that starts because robin’s mom keeps pushing for her and steve to get together and robin gets so fed up that she yells, “it’s not gonna happen because some people are gay, mom!”

and upon seeing the utter horror and fear on her face, steve swoops in and says he’s the one who’s gay. cue mr. and mrs. buckley, local hippies, attempting to show how supportive they are, and all the while steve gets eddie to agree to fake date to get the buckleys to prove they’re safe, so that robin will feel comfortable enough to come out to her parents.

[latenightsundayblues]

Fucking love the final flashback montage in saw VI because the way they edited it makes it look like hoffman is pissing directly on an unconscious erickson's bald head

Ive been cry laugghing for five fucking minutes

[naaddiie]

I've seen a bunch of people treat their tmagp character designs as placeholders until the fandom comes up with a "fanon" design and like?????? Stop. Free yourself from the idea that you have to picture a podcast character the Most Popular and Correct way. I want to see some motherfucker on my screen and have to do batman-level detective work to figure out it is, in fact, my most beloved blorbo. Release yourself ftom this prison.

[inkskinned]

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

[trek-tracks]

Please say the Enterprise is attending the LA 2028 Olympics

[miguxadraws]

famous last words

au belongs to @spitinsideme

[creetchre]

i need to smoke weed with him

[lonepower]

i will marry at thy will, sir, at thy will

[cherrytraveller]

i don't feel quite like myself turning into someone else

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[clonehub]

Tell me what y'all think of this headcanon:

CCs get their own quarters, but sometimes they'll sleep in an empty bunk in the barracks.

It's an unspoken thing. CC will check the logs and see which squad might have a space open, which happens on occasion. Regs say that clones can't be swapping bunks and rooms all the time, but this is one of those things that a command clone is kind of above.

Getting your own quarters is a privilege. The privacy is novel. The silence can be unbearable.

The clones spend almost their whole lives falling asleep to the sound of their brothers breathing. So sometimes a commander will bunk with a squad. I headcanon that after Teth happened and the 501st went from a formidable foe to just six men, Rex and those six men all slept in the same barracks.