#scale it back

[nostalgia-tblr]

re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.

[blackbyrenflowers]

I like to think Gwayne hypes up Daeron any chance he gets. The minute anyone asks him about Daeron, he starts talking about how his nephew is the best lute player and has the sickest dragon and the freshest style and that every girl in Oldtown has posters of him on their walls.

[solardrake]

Delivering mail to the furthest corners of the server ✉✈

[milkywayes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).

[icaruspendragon]

something the women in my family are absolutely flabbergasted by every time it comes up is the fact that i don’t own a scale.

“how do you know how much you weigh??” they cry.

“i don’t.” i simply respond.

“you look thinner, have you lost weight?” they ask at christmas.

“i dunno.” i say as i check on the turkey.

“you look bigger, have you gained weight?” they probe, as if my weight rests on their shoulders.

“i’m not sure, but it’s fine if i have.” i respond with a casualness they cannot comprehend.

“don’t you want to know if you’ve lost or gained?” they inquire over cups of coffee and a plate of untouched cookies.

“i do.” i take a sip. “which is why i don’t need to know.”

“we don’t understand.” they say.

“i’ll drive myself mad if i know. it’s been a question i’ve been looking for the answer to since i was in the seventh grade and my weight was the topic of conversation for the first time; the stretch marks on my calves puberty brought being questioned and condemned. and so i started weighing myself once a day. then twice a day. i gained weight as i grew and was told to stop. i got depressed when i was 16 and the weight i gained was more concerning than the scars on my thighs. the critiques turned to compliments during my first year of college when i’d started skipping meals and my body had to feed itself because i wouldn’t. everyday i stepped on the scale and smiled as i watched that number get smaller and smaller. hunger felt like victory. i started doing drugs that took away my appetite and then my strength. and started feeling guilt when my stomach felt full. and suddenly every time i looked in the mirror i hated what i saw. the more weight i lost, the better i was supposed to feel. each remark on another part of my body lost felt like a slap to the face. i was told i looked good but i knew i wasn’t good enough. and so i tried harder. and then i started to get dizzy when i stood. and i ignored it like i’d learned to ignore my hunger. and then one day at work i dropped like the weight that was never enough after i bending at the waist to grab a milk cap from the floor. and when the darkness faded, i was surrounded by panic as an ambulance was called. and then i was tested and prodded and poked because they thought something was wrong with my heart. and the problem persisted but they never found out why. but i’d known all along. and then i left home and its scale behind. and moved into a new home that was mine. so i bought plates and sheets and art for the walls. but i didn’t buy a scale. then every time i walked down an aisle i’d see the them and pause. and i’d think about the hunger i now kept at bay. and even though i didn’t know how much i weighed, i didn’t notice my body had changed. and i’d think about how i hadn’t been dizzy for months. and how i hadn’t fainted for longer. and then i’d keep on walking. and now most days i like how i look.”

“but don’t you want to be skinny?” comes their quiet response.

“i want to be myself in whatever body i have.”

they stare in disbelief. so i shrug my shoulders, and grab a cookie. and i smile at them as i swallow the first bite.

[barblaz-arts]

Bianca: Oh god, Wednesday Jr. has been glaring at me for five minutes now. These four years are gonna make me shed scales--

Vega: She's the coolest person ever--

[sweeneydino]

Guess little orange was taking all those naps for a reason.

[robotclownindulgence]

Less "optimus and bumblebee fight megatron and starscream" and more "motley crew of ocean-themed beastformers try to get their old band back together and have to trek through various galaxies to find their missing members"

[codgod]

it’s already june here but it’s mermay in Most Places still, so here’s some several-years-post-canon codfather

[lowpolyshadow]

a jewel containing the ultimate power...

[reverseisekai-richie]

Built almost 100 years ago in the deforested recreational park that would one day become Watcher World, the Panopticon Carousel is practically an institution in Hatchetfield. Despite the unusually high injury rates of riders on the gaudy, mirror-covered merry-go-round, many residents have terrified fond  memories of riding it as children. 

Among teens and adults, however, there is friendly debate regarding if whether the artist who made it:

                     A. Has never seen a horse before in his fucking life; or

                     B. Was on all the drugs when he made it.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Everyone is susceptible to spirits of mischief sometimes. When it happens to my betrothed and I, we say “I had demons in me,” to explain sudden random acts of harassment.

Cats understand this. Cats are often full of demons.

This state is usually accompanied by being really sleepy because demons are really just having lowered impulse control. Do I always want to stick my fingers up my betrotheds nose to see the funny indignant face they make? Yes. But I don’t. Unless I get too full of demons, and then I do.

But sometimes we do something actually naughty when compelled this way.

Like this morning, when my betrothed and I were sitting at the breakfast bar and suddenly they lunged at my neck with the speed and ferocity of a True Blood vampire and bit down really hard.

I squalled and flailed and they immediately were like, “Oh no! That was too hard!”

“This was like the start of the fucking zombie apocalypse after you lied about being bitten!”

“I’m sorry!”

“This was like finding out you have rabies in the worst possible way!”

“I’m so sorry!”

I grumbled and whined until they cuddled me appropriately enough for forgiveness. But I can still see them lunging at me in my periphery, teeth bared.

[valyrfia]

i have to say the disconnect between the traditional media and the actual fan sentiment is absolutely wild in F1 at the moment. take oscar's overtake on lando in turn 1 in monza. every single fan that i've spoken to irl or seen online thinks it was the best move ever, super exciting to watch, and all in all just good racing whereas every single journalist immediately got on air and cried about it (looking at you will buxton) and chose into the baku weekend to continue to villainise oscar to hell for not just acting as second driver (even though there were no team orders to do so).

[quartzskies]

finally got the tattoo of my dreams <3

[fuzzpetalz]

i’ve got a long drive

[violent138]

I love the idea that Bruce takes the Batfam on hikes outside of Gotham, and puts up with the arguing over who goes in what car, packs everyone's favourite snacks, will race with the other car if enough passengers in his egg him on. Bruce generally stays ridicuously quiet while the kids jabber enough to alert everything living in the woods near them but will weigh in once the kids debate who's strong enough to wrestle a bear, chime in on unsolved hiker cases, build fires, and carry anyone that gets tired, all while sneaking awful pictures of them.