#not a universal experience obviously
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ask-whitepearl-and-steven · 11 days ago
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Is Rebecca Sugar aware of your SU AU?
I think she's probably a tad too busy to be reading random AUs. Though if they DID read it, I'd be flattered, of course.
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dragondawdles · 8 months ago
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did a piece in the LU server's gift exchange ! something of survival and reunions and smug little shadowguys
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linkedin-offficial · 10 months ago
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kitty colony au anybody?
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dreamingaboutsakuratrees · 7 months ago
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Tim's hair is kinda like koalas's fur. it looks soft and cute and everyone wants to pet it, but once you touch it, it's Crunchy™.
Too much gel and forgetting to wash his hair
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lasbiarez · 5 months ago
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Having Tenma Tsukasa as a favourite character and making every available characters fall in love with him has got to be a package deal, I don't even know why. He's just way too powerful
World Future Star, I hope you explode into a fiery demise <3
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bookshelfdreams · 4 months ago
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@hylianengineer sorry I had to make a new post, the answer got too long for replies :D
Ah, the dreaded "but wool is itchy!". Not something I can relate to (I really like it when yarn/fabric has a bit of grip and structure to it, I'm not one for the ultra-soft, fluffy wools) but let's see if I can say smth useful.
First, you're definitely not alone in finding wool scratchy! A lot of people have sensory issues regarding it. Whether it can be helped at all will depend on how sensitive you are; some people can't even handle unspun 17 mic chubut merino and at that point, wool just isn't for them. Which is fine, not everything is for everyone.
Rule of thumb: the higher quality your fibre, the softer the finished garment will be. If it's just listed as "wool", it might contain recycled fibre, wool from sheep breeds that don't have a super fine fleece, or even wool from dead animals, all of which lowers the quality.
Virgin wool (I think) refers to wool that is spun for the first time, so a yarn that has no recycled fibres in it. Lambswool is a sheep's first wool. It is finer and smoother than adult wool.
Another big impact is breed of sheep and origin of the fibre. Merinos are the go-to for high quality items, but are also kept all over the world, so look to where your wool comes from. Aotearoa and South America are well known for their high quality merino wools. Sheep that live in colder, harsher climates produce a sturdy, tougher fleece, especially if they're not merino breeds. Depending on where you are, regional wool might not be what you're looking for. Britain is famous for their wool, but Shetland wool won't be super soft. Try some BFL (Bluefaced Leicester) if you can get it; it is smoother than merino and not as springy.
Wool can be superwash treated by coating the individual fibres, so the scales on the hairs are covered. This means it won't felt and can be machine washed; it also makes it less scratchy. This process is very energy- and water-intensive. The fibres are coated in silicone, I think, which makes the finished yarn feel kinda plastic-y, and it also lowers the insulating and water-repelling qualities of the wool. (All in all, you might as well buy acrylic)
You can also try looking for sheep's wool mixed with other animal fibres. Cashmere, alpaca, and mohair are probably the most common and all have their own qualities (cashmere is shiny and drapey; alpaca is smooth and kind of dense; mohair is light, extremely fluffy and super warm). All are softer than sheep's wool and nicer to the skin.
Anyway, all that to say: Look for virgin wool, look at the breed you're getting if it's specified, look for mixes with softer fibres, look at the origin of the wool. Unfortunately, when you're sensitive, navigating the world of natural fibres can be a bit of a minefield, I know. If wool isn't for you, that's not a moral failing!
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communistkenobi · 10 months ago
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do not want to start a fight but isn’t this totally normal. in middle school you’re like what 11 years old? I didn’t know any of this shit at that age and that has not made my life difficult as an adult even remotely. in particular I was shit at touch typing and remember being miserable in class because I was horrible at it and now I’m perfectly comfortable touch typing because I’m no longer 11 years old. I’ve taught several semesters of upper year undergraduates (meaning all of them were over the age of 21-22) in a similar coding/technical class setting who didn’t know anything about windows file structures and it was fine, they didn't blow up their computers or bring about the downfall of civilisation, they eventually picked it up over the 12 weeks of the semester because that’s how learning works
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madaqueue · 20 days ago
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currently yearning in a way only boys can
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sunnibits · 8 months ago
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loving reminder as someone who struggles with food: you are allowed to add joy to your food. you are allowed to add a little joy even if it’s a tiny thing, something silly or something weird. you are allowed to do it whenever you want, as many times as you want. anything that makes food easier and more enjoyable for you is worth it!! it’s your food, you can decide what to do with it!! you can add rainbow sprinkles to your ice cream. you can cut your food into little heart shapes. you can pack your snacks into cute little bento boxes. it is not pointless or childish, it is an effective and active coping tool that you are allowed to use.
give yourself a little joy. the little things add up.
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merriclo · 2 years ago
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i see and respect your “Wild is an arsonist who burns forests down” joke, but i raise you the ever funnier “Wild is a huge wildlife conservationist and will personally fight anyone who dares to set it ablaze (aka almost every single other Link)” joke
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I don’t mean to offend but does being pregnant make you feel dysphoric in any way?
No worries, Anon!
I’ve felt a lot of things but I don’t think dysphoric has been one of them lol Honestly I can’t say I’ve felt any dysphoria throughout this whole thing so I’m taking that as a win >:D
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marzipanandminutiae · 1 year ago
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Just read the weirdest gotcha against asserting that corsets were not universal torture devices, on Instagram
Some bright spark challenges a historical costumer, “if you think corsets were so comfortable, why don’t you just WEAR ONE?!“
Oh
Oh no
 please don’t tell me to wear a corset
I would just. I hate that so much. I would hate it especially if it were of sage green cotton sateen with black flossing designs. That would. Suck so bad.
Oh commenter, please don’t buy me a RedThreaded gift card, since they’re having a sale right now, and thus compel me to take up this vile challenge
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thenexuscollective · 10 months ago
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I'm actually flabbergasted to realise that there is blogs and people actively participating in syscourse since ALMOST A DECADE./NEG SRS/
I'm not a "both sides are right" guy/DEAD SRS I'm pragmatic and will support endogenic systems and tulpas because unlike everyone in this community I actually grew up wildly disconnected to said community and labels and had the time to look at things unbiased, but seeing someone(s) being willing to fight the same arguments thrown at them again and again is stupid. not stupid, my bad, but it looks tiring.
even with the best interest at heart I find this useless. I would fight for trans rights and any other minority's rights as long as a fight needs to be done and more. but I would NOT do so by damaging my mental health to debate with people that are either not set on changing their mind by choice, or doing so just for the sake of hurting people. I would just throw some links and resources back and forth and that's it.
my point being.
are you guys ok.
my point being.
how fucked up are you to engage in meaningless fights in an emotional way again and again.
my point being.
I know you're fighting to help people. but I don't trust you./srs
seeing someone, not enjoying, but being able to live through such an emotionally challenging and low-key traumatising/damaging moment(s) normally and seek it again and again is making me feel unsafe.
are you doing this to help people or are you just enjoying fighting for the sake of fighting?
I don't trust you.
I don't enjoy infighting.
to be perfectly clear, we are NOT saying that we are not thankful for the resources brought by these people to the community. we are saying that we low-key wish to disconnect from the entire plural community as a whole. yet again.
-sincerely, a traumagenic, endogenic, spirigenic, willogenic, and protogenic, system with mild dissociation.
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solar-halos · 9 days ago
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i need to say something about johanna mason!!!!
she 100% grew up in a family of ONLY sisters and i won’t be hearing otherwise. and she’s the middle sister at that. because there is no way anyone with brothers would ever think to use fear as a strategy to win the Murder Games bc brothers (when they themselves are kids too) take some sick and twisted delight in inflicting fear in their younger siblings, like it eggs them on until u hit them with the “i’m fucking telling mom.” older sisters see u cry and they’re like shiiiit this isn’t fun anymore. and i think she took that life experience to heart. thank you for listening
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zipzapzopzoop · 2 months ago
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In Some Other Timeline
An alternate universe in which Wilbur Robinson is left at the doorstep of the Robinson Observatory.
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The year was 2024.
Thunder rumbled in the dark sky above.
A hooded woman crept up the steps of the Robinson Observatory, a bundle cradled close in her arms. She seemed nervous, continuously looking around as she crept. The area around the observatory was all wide open, and she feared she’d be spotted if she lingered too long.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to the front door. Thankfully, she didn’t notice the two men curled up comfortably in their flower pots, or else she’d might have screamed. 
One had woken up when he heard her approach. 
At first, he was excited - eager to encourage her to ring the doorbell on his side of the door… but just as he opened his mouth to speak, the bundle in her arms began to coo.
The man - Dimitri - paused. He couldn’t see much of the woman’s face, but he was able to make out a heartbroken smile. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she gently wrapped the tiny thing in a warm embrace, softly shushing it. He couldn’t tell what was in her arms, but it was clear that she loved it so.
The man in the flower pot watched in silence, fat raindrops pattering against the leaves covering his head. It was a moment of warmth and peace amid the stormy chill of the night. Everywhere else, the winds blew and the lightning crashed, the rain soaked and the thunder shook… but not here. Here, it was calm. It was still. It was warm and dry. It was safe.
It was home.
Across the porch, the man noticed his twin brother, Spike, also silently observing, just as he was. It seemed he was just as curious about the stranger. A silent glance at one another and they both knew this was no time for games.
Something behind the stranger seemed to catch Spike’s eye, but Dimitri’s attention stayed glued to the bundle. What was so important to carry all the way out here…?
A nearby sound caused the woman to jump in surprise and both heads retreat into their pots.
Whatever made the noise was gone before anyone got a look. Deciding it was time to go, the woman planted one last kiss on the bundle before setting it down on the doorstep and hurrying off into the night.
The twins slowly peeked from their pots at the little thing. No… not a thing at all. A baby. One with light skin and dark hair. He began to squirm, whimpering and crying for his mother’s warmth. Energetic little thing, wasn’t he? He’ll fit right in.
The brothers looked at each other and nodded. One continued to watch the baby while the other reached out to the door. His hand hovered over the doorbell… no, knock the door. Don’t want to scare the baby. They waited for the slithering sound of the butler making his way to the door, retracting back into their pots when it clicked open. 
The octopus’s normally ominous sound cut itself off at the sight. It was followed by a noise of curiosity and concern as he leaned down to look at the baby. Making sure to be very careful, he lifted up the delicate bundle in his arms and glanced around. Even with eyesight as sharp as his, the pouring rain made it near impossible for Lefty to see who was out there. His attention went back to the baby when it let out a tiny sneeze. He made a worried sound, carrying him back into the warmth of the house before he could catch a cold.
This called for a family meeting right away.
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Check out the story on my Archive!
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peppermintmochafem · 2 months ago
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also like on the topic of dykes and fags fucking I have felt way worse about myself as a lesbian & invalidated/disrespected & used by sleeping with straight women than I have sleeping with gay men & transmascs
sexuality is complex and sometimes who you are sleeping with at the time does not actually change your identity at all
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