#relative insanity

[ratta-tat-nat]

12.31.2024

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I spent the last day of 2024 hangin out with friends making pizza by hand, chatting, discussed New Year's resolutions and played Relative Insanity. I was dying of laughter with the responses.

After two martinis, Julie looked at the waiter straight in the eye...

"He sounds like a douche."

While watching the kids jump on the trampoline, my aunt told my mother...

"He could do anything he wanted to me."

Looking at the guys at the end of the bar, Frieda said to me...

"He's messy, childish and a freight train in the bedroom."

After Mary's long weekend in Miami, her gynecologist looked at her and said...

"Take a picture of you salad and send it to me." or "That thing has seen better days."

After Lucy's breast reduction surgery, the doctor came into the room and said...

"That is ugly even with the lights out." or "Just remember, he never talked to you until you bought boobs."

The mood of the game night quickly changed after Martha told Abby...

"I got lasered for that idiot." or "The best way I can describe the sex is 'clueless.'"

The last one is my favorite:

When Mama put dinner on the table Daddy looked at her and said…

“Does she not know her baby is ugly?”

[thefearofcod]

look. here’s the thing. If you have a relative or family friend or some such who does a craft/hobby/skill that you’ve “always wanted to learn” you should ask them about it. Your grandma does embroidery and you want to learn? Sit down one day, or call her, or write a letter, or something, and say “I am interested in learning this craft.” There’s basically zero chance that Uncle Francis is gonna refuse to teach you about his model ships. Grandma is THRILLED to show you her quilting. Ms Barbara from the church bake sale WILL teach you how to make the fudge that made her second husband propose.

your friends and contemporaries are also a tremendous resource, and you should ask them too! But there’s just no replacement for the expertise of someone who has been knitting for sixty years. Part of this, also, is that older crafters can often give you materials to help you start, and your broke millennial friends usually can’t. My mom has more wool than she will ever use in her life, and she knows it. When one of my friends wanted to start knitting, my mom just gave her this gorgeous silver handspun yarn she’d made but wasn’t attached to. Yarn like that is expensive! Handspun yarn from someone who has been spinning for thirty years doesn’t often happen to beginners! And starting with good materials is better than starting with bad, because it helps you develop taste and a sense of quality more quickly.

Experienced crafters are often able to help you avoid learning bad or damaging habits—as a teenager, my sewing teacher spent a lot of time teaching me how to do things so that I didn’t get repetitive stress injuries (like she did). They’re going to be able to lend you books, send you ancient angelfire html pages with the most exacting instructions on earth, show you the good places to get crafting supplies that aren’t am*zon.

But you have to ask. Do not wait until these people are dead, and then say “I wish I knew.” You have to do it now, while you can.

[massy2ly]

*Any other BL character, writing the perfect letter, pouring out all the words his heart can’t quite say aloud, all in a bid to win back his lover*

Meanwhile, Style 🔧🎀:

[meow--wows]

collection of doodles and stupid memes ive made in the last monthish. im totally normal about this series 😇

[joejhang]

and if i said jeremy is objectively nora's best written character to date.

[licorishh]

so uhhh happy valentine's day i suppose !!

shoves this in your face and runs away

so. uh. yyyyyeah. when i said i liked all interpretations of their dynamic equally i uh. i lied. and to be totally and completely and 100% honest with you it speaks volumes to the state of the internet that i have been legitimately afraid to say that like i've genuinely been debating and turning it over in my head and arguing with myself about it for days because i don't want people frickin' YELLING at me and telling me to off myself because i like a dadgum fictional ship but it's valentine's and my friend has been hyping up the crap outta me so i'm past the point of having a reasonable excuse to chicken out (and i know myself and if i don't do it today then i likely won't do it at all)

anyway words actually cannot express how obsessed i am with post-o66 aus in which they stay together (largely because i so completely refuse to believe they'd be willing to split up after THAT, ESPECIALLY that soon) so yeah shoutout to the softest fluffiest gut-punch-iest pair in the galaxy to whom everything bad has happened but who stay silly despite the horrors

[egophiliac]

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE" As someone who's been playing TWST since march and stopped going out of my way to be spoilerfree after I got stuck at Overblott!Jamil? That's honestly been one of my favorite things about it - seeing something in fanart or a comment you think is just fans joking, only for it to be canon. "The economy!", "May I also throw a tantrum?", Malleus' gargoyle thing, and... everything about Rook being my top examples.

there's a whole bit in Trey's platinum birthday card where he goes on about how he became increasingly obsessed with mustard for like a week straight until the other students held an intervention. how are you supposed to talk about this. how can you bring up something like Trey's descent into mustard obsession to the point that the other characters are worried for him without it sounding like the most obvious lolrandom "he mentioned it once and now fandom acts like he puts mustard in everything" joke. also, how can I slip this into every Twst post from now on, because I need everyone in the world to know that this is a real canon fact about Trey "I'm just an average normal guy (who sticks my hands into people's mouths and owns 20 toothbrushes and used to eat flowers off the side of the road)" Clover.

for bonus points, 1) the punchline is that he still doesn't even like mustard that much, 2) he's saying all of this to Leona, and 3) Leona is actually kind of invested in Trey's mustard story for some reason, which is the most unbelievable part of all of this to be honest. (then Trey gets distracted by a painting of the Cheshire Cat and Leona takes the opportunity to powerwalk away to freedom before they can start talking about dijon versus spicy brown or whatever and extend this bit even longer)

[shepscapades]

Skibidi toilet

december 14 2023 everybody

[starstruckodysseys]

obsessed with the party divide rn actually

like on one hand we have paula finding out a bunch of lore, her and russell going to save johnny from shaun’s betrayal, wendell going to save lisa. a bunch of dramatic, important work for both the movie and the campaign itself. they’re crushing it

smash cut over to the others where liv’s already killed a guy, requested all the cocaine should they win, and asked what a cool name for drugs is. she and dang are fighting a bunch of dogs and maybe also men i’m not entirely clear on that deal. usha’s not even near them. doug meat is also there. the room is in shambles

[megamindsupremacy]

Padmé holds a supernova in the palm of her hands.

Across from her, lying in their shared bed, Anakin sleeps. His face is peaceful as she brushes her fingers through his hair, rubbing together golden-brown locks and letting them glide between her fingers. 

Anakin scares her, sometimes. Like when she sees him in propaganda clips, tearing through armies like paper. When she reviews his military plans that are far, far too risky, and it is already understood that he can pull them off flawlessly. When he snarls, blood splattered on his robes, and fights like a cornered, feral creature. When he looks at her, in their stolen moments, and she knows like she knows her mother’s face that he would - could - tear apart stars in her name. 

There are times that Anakin scares her. Even more terrifying are the times when he does not scare her.

Sometimes, Anakin looks at her, with an intensity that should terrify her, and instead it gives her a thrill like no other. Loving Anakin makes her feel loved. If Anakin asked, she would set fire to her life and run away with him into Wild Space. She would bomb the Senate Building and burn herself in its flames. She would follow him to Hell with no thought of returning. 

If Padmé asked, Anakin would level the galaxy. She knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would destroy planets for her, and it makes her want to drag him in and kiss him until the stars explode.

Loving Anakin is like a rush. It’s like a high, it’s defiance, its rebellion, it’s romantic and freeing and the sensation of being caught in a riptide, swept out into the endless waves. Padmé loves Anakin like a sailor loves the sea, like the wind loves the sails. She loves Anakin. She loves their romance. She loves the thought of Anakin. Marrying him is screaming in the face of fifteen years of etiquette training and good manners and perfect-politician-Padmè. The possibility of being caught is a thrill. Nights like this, Padmé lays awake and imagines, vividly, their dramatic escape when their torrid romance comes to light. Perhaps they can journey out, beyond wild space, into the unknown. Maybe they can hide on Naboo, pretend to be commoners and live a normal life, whatever “normal” may be. She wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t either. They could build a normal, all for themselves. 

Anakin’s breath wisps across her face. She strokes his head again and reminds herself, I have a duty. They both do. She to the galaxy, he to his people. The Jedi saved Naboo and Padmé, and for that she owes them her life and loyalty. She knows Anakin feels the same. Her fantasies are just that - fantasies. There is no use planning for an unknown future, especially during a galaxy-defining war. They will survive, or they won’t. They will stay loyal to themselves and each other, but through it all, they will have each other.

In the palm of her hands, a supernova snores lightly. Padmè kisses his temple, closes her eyes, and drifts.

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[clonehighdoublehelix]

[laxxarian]

They were in the basement with Jack Fenton having a grave announcement.

It was about the family going to Gotham cuz Jack, as much as he hates it, has to go to a gala since his cousin invited him and his family. He was also threatened that if he were to decline, his cousin would burst through the Fenton Works and live there for three days so Jack decided that it's better to go to the gala and deal with his cousin for one night rather than three.

Who's the cousin you may ask? Bruce Wayne.

[kooldewd123]

me when plza was first announced: man, imagine if az or emma got cameos in this game. probably unlikely but wouldn't that be neat haha

me now: az is the professor stand-in and emma's on the goddamn box art, holy shit this game was made for me specifically

[earl-of-221b]

…when they bought out Nezha’s brothers…spoke of Ao Bing’s as well…

when they brought out Shengong Bao’s relatives…I knew this film was about to go off…

[henley-reeves]

It's a relief to see that Jesse Eisenberg returned to his roots being professional interview liar and acting slightly unhinged.

+ BONUS

[tomatoteddy]

I made this back when I first read her anecotee uhhhhh An-an’s anecdote in a nutshell!!