#sincerely pot

[lunlumo]

I was informed of famous 10 year olds at sephora and while I do agree with the general sentiment of things should not be like that it's not for the reasons zoomers have pointed out. It cracks me up immensely:

KIDS SHOULDN'T BE ON SOCIAL MEDIA PARENTS GET IT TOGETHER

Oh you mean like when we've dialed back our birth year to join Facebook and avoided adult family members' requests like a plague

KIDS SHOULDN'T PARTAKE IN CONSUMERISM

Oh you mean like owning 50 slightly different barbie / Bratz dolls? I've owned 20 plastic horseys the only difference was their color. They all got names. They are one and the same horse

PARENTS SHOULDN'T BUY THEIR KIDS EVERYTHING

Oh you mean like equating the peaks of your childhood with obtaining the newest shiniest object? Also who knows how rich these people are, for them 500 $ at sephora might really be pocket change

WHY DO THEY USE 15 DIFFERENT PRODUCTS

Oh like when you use 11 daily? 5 different moisturizers, a sheet mask, 2 serums and 3 products you swear are doing something

KIDS ARE GROWING UP TOO FAST

maybe. so did we. I vividly remember those mock makeup sets from 2nd grade

IT IS ALL FOR THE AESTHETIC

girl. girl. check your fyp. check your saves. I beg you

I AM NOT JEALOUS OF KIDS I AM CONCERNED

speak for yourself I am both

Also. Since the dawn of time the younglings were imitating adults. If we weren't filling shelves upon shelves of various skin fixes, doing spreadsheets with active ingredients and mixing different concoctions at different hours like funky little alchemists maybe the kids wouldn't be trying to copy that.

And maybe if we didn't portray skincare as habit of good health and wellbeing instead of beauty regimen we wouldn't have had counterpoint such as "The sooner they start the better"

And maybe if we didn't do baby botox at the ripe age of 22 the literal kids wouldn't be using retinol serums but only a little.

Maybe.

[heartsyhawk]

You can tell the Dragon Age fandom is having a Good Time because they are up to their universal pastime of complaining about absolutely everything.

[eastons-creations]

But like

Why chronic illness?

Why chronic fatigue?

Why body suck?

[notbecauseofvictories]

Every 6-9 months or so, the urge comes over me to make a really, really complicated dessert. I'm talking multiple layers of mousse, ganache, gelee, various cremes (which are somehow distinct from cream) genoise, compote, dacquoise, etc. etc.....all the French words you hear on Great British Bakeoff and then immediately forget.

Normally, I spend a week sketching out ideas and, as long as I don't actually go shopping at any point, the urge passes. But I'm bored, and I have a lot of mint from my garden to use up. I might as well lean in at this point.

[kradogsrats]

went back and finished leveling Janai to max because I somehow wasn't as bothered by her voice after listening to Runaan broodingly grunt "mercy is never an option" approximately one bajillion times like he's the goddamn batman or something idek

now I've just got Callum at like 16 and Viren, Karim, and Amaya all at around 10 so I guess we're gonna find out once and for all whether I hate playing Callum or Karim more?

like Karim is incredibly tedious to play but then Callum is literally just easy-mode Viren so it's probably down to whether I continue to find the pompousness of Karim's dialogue kind of eye-rollingly charming like Runaan's versus how much I fucking loathe just how unbelievably inane every single line coming out of Callum's mouth is, like I get that Rayla and Ezran share custody of his one, lonely brain cell but for the love of god just shut the fuck up

[stepfordgoth]

Here's a #hot tip for all my fellow home cooks:

Make pasta in a bigger pot than you think you need to. Trust me on that.

[discoidal]

i want to talk to my wonderful mutuals in like a chat function bc i am such a fucking flake in terms of setting things up (i am sorry isaac and severín and amrita and sarah and everyone i ever flaked on) but discord is Actively poisonous to my brain i can Not adapt to it no matter how hard i try and the tumblr dms are liminal spaces to me. so like do u guys have messenger or

[maximumsunshine]

Ok. Real talk. And keep in mind 4am is actually my bedtime not me staying up late. I do shift work.

Insomnia?

Magnesium in your evening meds.

Melatonin just ain't cutting it?

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Want restful sleep that has you feeling alarmingly awake when morning comes?

Magnesium in your evening meds.

I took it 2.5 hours ago and I'm so sleepy I'm struggling to type.

Magnesium in your evening meds.

200 pills costs like 9$.

Magnesium in your evening meds.

Like of course check with your doctor that there won't be drug interactions or ill effects on your specific health.

But holy fuck.

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[enter-the-bogman]

I MISS MY POT HOLDER LOOM DESPERATELY!!!!!!!

[wolfpoets]

slept in an actual bed for the first time since 2016 lads. feels pretty fucking good.

[theuntaemed]

hey transformers community I’ve gotta know how do those bots do it and do they get bothered by the noise

[zabberzim]

This is from the last chapter of the manga

(Hopefully this RP wont spoil too many people)

There’s something I’d like to add in regards to the pictures on Orter’s desk

I know this is blurry as shit, but bare with me

Okay, now let’s analyse some pixels

On Orter’s desk are two picture frames, one horizontal and one vertical.

OP was able to make out Dot in the picture, but contrary to OP, I don’t think the whole gang was in the picture but only Dot, Lance and maybe Mash (or maybe Orter or Wirth idk).

Dot is making a peace sign in the bottom right corner and I’m assuming he’s the one taking the picture as a selfie (or not). We can make out the light haired guy in the same picture as Lance due to the shape of his hair. There’s also a dark haired between the two and I can’t tell if it’s Mash or Orter himself.

There’s no other people besides them (that we can see from this perspective), so it could of course definitely still be the whole gang. I think it would just be Dot, Lance and Mash or Orter because in my mind, it’d make more sense since Orter didn’t really know Finn or Lemon.

I will elaborate on why I thought Orter is a possibility here

In the vertical photo, GUESS WHO IT IS!!! IT’S HIS JUNIOR ALEX ELLIOT MY FAVOURITE MINOR CHARACTER THAT ACTUALLY APPEARED IN ONE CHAPTER!!!

Look at that grin, that hair, those lines <3

So in the vertical picture, he’s posed to put his arm over Orter(could be Wirth but I don’t think so)

THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND HES BASICALLY ORTER’S ONLY FRIEND LOOK AT THEM!!! HE’S ALSO MAKING A PEACE SIGN!!! THEY ARE DEFINITELY A PARALLEL TO LANDOT (platonic or romantic, up to you) I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

It’d make more sense for it to be Orter than Wirth imo (while that’d be oh so cute) because I don’t see Orter bringing friends home *-* he’s also holding that fucking book so it’d make more sense for it to be Orter than Wirth (estranged brothers… kind of want it to BE Wirth now)

Since he’s in one photo, it wouldn’t be too hard to believe he’s willing to be in another.

(Would Orter cut Mash out if it were actually Mash?)

Orter really has a picture on his desk with Dot, he’s the only one I can make out, but I’m sure it includes Mash and the others. This is so cute.

Lemon casually sneaking up on Mash and creeping him out, while Dot has gone completely feral. I’ve said it before, he’s unhinged but I love him😭

Lance being the overprotective brother and just being down right awful to my bby Dot😭

But let’s not forget Rayne, you think he’s the calm, cool, and collected one until he hears a bunny hopping and man’s just runs after it, he really love his bunnies. How much cuter can he get?!

And finally we end with this picture, absolutely lovely. Look at them all. I’m honestly going to miss the manga so much

[inkats]

art too hard. i will continue.

[thatdemiboymess]

Every day is a struggle to not fall back into the same self-harming coping mechanisms that we left behind in high-school over increasingly small and stupid things.

[thebibliosphere]

I’m going to be a bitch for a second, but when I’m conversing with someone newly diagnosed with MCAS/POTS post covid and they complain about “the long wait” to get diagnosed and that “long wait” is 3-4 months my entire brain blue screens.

Like on the one hand, yes those 3-4 months must have been so, so scary and I am so unbelievably glad we’re in a place where doctors know enough to reconize it now. Like truly, I am so sincere I am so happy for them.

But I’m also just like... 30 years, man.

I spent 30 years being told from the age of eight I was manifesting my allergic reactions through anxiety by health care professionals.

Fuck, five years ago when I was starving to death from how severe my MCAS had gotten an allergist told me it was anxiety.

And you got diagnosed in three months.

MONTHS

MONTHS

AND YOU’RE COMPLAINING

I’m not mad at them. I’m not. I’m just sad for myself.

But also, hey, yeah. If you come into an MCAS forum and wonder why a bunch of the old timers get upset when you complain it took months for a doctor to listen to you, this is why.

It's not that you deserved to wait longer. It's that we didn’t either and and sometimes even good changes can unearth a world of hurt.

[solxamber]

How Not to Court Your Crush: A Disaster in Six Acts - Malleus Draconia x reader

You're trying to court Malleus so why is he acting so weird? Malleus is trying to court you, so why are you acting so weird.

aka you try fae courtship and malleus tries human courtship, you both fail spectacularly.

Scene 1: The Offering of... Chaos?

You were determined. Absolutely, one hundred percent determined to win over Malleus Draconia’s heart the fae way. You’d done your research—well, half-researched. You might’ve skimmed some books. Okay, maybe you watched some video where a guy talked about it for 10 minutes. But still! You were ready to tackle fae courting, head-on.

Which is why you were standing in the middle of the campus courtyard holding a potted mandrake. Because, according to some source (you couldn’t quite remember which), gifting rare plants was a surefire way to court a fae prince.

Unfortunately, no one told you that the mandrake in question would scream like a banshee as soon as you yanked it out of the dirt.

"Behold!" You shouted, thrusting the potted terror toward Malleus, who had appeared in his usual fashion—stealthy and majestic, like a dragon perching on a mountain. "A rare gift for the noble Prince of Briar Valley!"

The mandrake, in all its wailing glory, let out a soul-piercing shriek. Nearby students flung themselves behind trees and bushes. Sebek fainted. Silver, as usual, napped through the chaos.

Malleus blinked at you. Once. Twice. His face was a mixture of confusion and slight amusement. "Are you... trying to summon something?"

You frowned. "Summon? No! This is for you!" You held the screaming mandrake higher, like an offering to some ancient god. "As a... token of my appreciation! You like plants, right?"

The mandrake let out a final, particularly blood-curdling scream before going silent, wilting slightly in the pot. Malleus blinked once. Twice. “I... do like plants, yes. But usually... not ones that wish to harm me.”

You grinned, proud of your extremely thoughtful choice. “Well, this one just has personality!”

Malleus cautiously took the pot from you, staring down at the now exhausted mandrake. “Thank you,” he said, sounding unsure if you were joking or being sincere. “I’ll... treasure it.”

Somewhere in the distance, Ace and Deuce exchanged pitying looks. “Man,” Ace muttered, “he doesn’t deserve this.”

Scene 2: The Worst Poem Ever Written

Malleus had been doing his own research—much more thorough than yours, of course. He’d read books. Lots of them. Mostly ancient tomes from his castle library that were centuries old. After all, human courting customs couldn’t have changed that much, right?

His plan was foolproof: Humans enjoyed poetry. Therefore, he would craft you the most beautiful, heart-stopping poem ever written, and your affection for him would blossom like the midnight roses of Briar Valley.

He found you sitting under a tree near the school, probably recovering from your last spectacular fae courting attempt (the less said about the mandrake incident, the better). Malleus approached with all the grace of a dark prince, his black cloak billowing in the wind, carrying a scroll in his hand.

"Dearest," he began, as you looked up from your phone. "I have composed a poem for you. An ode to your beauty and grace."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yes. Please, allow me." He unfurled the scroll dramatically.

You sat back, intrigued. This was either going to be a disaster or absolute gold. Either way, you were ready.

Malleus cleared his throat, then began to read with all the gravitas of a Shakespearean actor:

"Your hair, like the moss that grows on the oldest tombstones,

Your eyes, like the deepest, darkest, creepiest of wells,

Your voice, as soothing as the distant scream of a lost soul..."

You snorted. "What?"

"Your beauty is like the moon, that I can never reach, because it is in the sky... far away... and also made of rock." He paused, glancing at you hopefully. “Do you like it so far?”

You bit your lip, desperately trying not to laugh. "Um... It's... something. Keep going."

Malleus beamed. "There’s more!"

"Your hands, soft like the belly of a small woodland creature..." He continued, and you finally lost it, howling with laughter. “Is it not... moving?”

You waved your hands, barely able to breathe through your giggles. "Malleus! Are you... Are you serious?!"

“I thought humans liked dark poetry,” he said, looking genuinely concerned.

“Well, some do, but—” You stopped yourself, trying not to laugh. “No, wait, keep going. I want to hear more.”

Malleus, relieved, continued. “Your beauty is like the full moon—cold, distant, and surrounded by darkness.”

Somewhere behind a nearby tree, Lilia was biting his lip to stop from laughing, while Ace and Deuce shared looks of absolute pity for their friend and Malleus.

Ace shook his head. “Poor guy. He’s trying so hard.”

Scene 3: The... Ambush?

Since the plant-gifting thing didn’t go quite as planned, you decided that maybe a more public display of affection would be the ticket. According to something you half-remembered (and maybe misunderstood), fae really appreciated grand gestures of intent. So, naturally, you chose the school cafeteria at lunchtime as your stage.

As you climbed on top of a table, all eyes turned toward you. Malleus sat at a corner table, watching you with his usual calm, collected demeanor, but you could see the confusion in his eyes.

"Prince Malleus!" you shouted dramatically, lifting your arms in the air. “I declare before all of these witnesses that I shall offer this to you!”

The cafeteria fell into dead silence. Well, except for Lilia, who was quietly choking on his laughter in the background.

Malleus blinked, his expression unreadable. “You... what?”

"Yes! I offer you—" you pulled out the cabbage you’d swiped from the kitchen earlier—"this symbol of my devotion!"

Malleus stared at the cabbage in your hands. "Is that... a vegetable?"

“Yes! It’s a sign of fertility or... something.” You weren’t entirely sure, but it sounded right. “I picked it myself!”

Malleus blinked again, clearly trying to process this information. “I... appreciate the gesture."

Lilia butts in. "Beastie, I’m afraid cabbages aren’t typically used in fae courting rituals.”

You pouted, hopping off the table. “What? But I read that—"

“Perhaps... next time, try flowers?”

Behind you, Ace facepalmed. “Oh, man. They're hopeless.”

Scene 4: The Gift of... Dirt?

Malleus was now absolutely convinced that something was seriously wrong with you. You seemed... more chaotic than usual, and while he enjoyed your enthusiasm, he had no idea why you were suddenly thrusting vegetables at him.

In his effort to reciprocate (and maybe figure out what was going on), he decided to give you a gift of his own. A very special one. From his homeland.

After all, humans liked sentimental gifts, right?

That’s why, one morning, he approached you with a small velvet pouch in his hand, his face filled with sincerity. “Child of Man, I have something for you.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, curious. “What’s that?”

He handed you the pouch, and you opened it, only to find... dirt. Black, slightly glittery dirt.

You stared at it. Then at him. Then back at the dirt. “Is this... dirt?”

“Yes,” Malleus said proudly. “From Briar Valley. It’s a very special soil, infused with the magic of my homeland.”

You blinked. “You got me dirt.”

“Very magical dirt,” he corrected, as if that made it better.

You bit back a laugh, trying to keep a straight face. “Um... thanks?”

Ace, watching from a distance, nudged Deuce. “Man, They're gonna end up with a garden at this rate.”

Scene 5: The Unnecessary Duel

Clearly, you had been doing something wrong, because your attempts at fae courtship had been met with nothing but polite confusion. But you were nothing if not determined. The next step in your (completely misguided) strategy? Prove your strength in battle. Duh.

You marched up to Malleus one afternoon, sword in hand, and pointed it at his chest. "Malleus Draconia! I challenge you to a duel!"

Malleus blinked at you, clearly baffled. “A duel? With... me?”

“Yes!” you declared, brandishing the sword with a flourish. “I shall prove myself worthy of your admiration through combat!”

Malleus tilted his head. “You... wish to fight me?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! To the death! Or until someone taps out. Whatever works.”

Malleus looked utterly bewildered but amused. “I... see. But are you sure this is necessary?”

"Absolutely. I need to show you my strength." You tried to strike a dramatic pose, but the sword was way heavier than it looked.

Lilia, perched nearby, was barely containing his laughter. “Oh, this is too good.”

Malleus raised his hand. “Perhaps another time. I would not want to harm you.”

You frowned. “Harm me? Pfft. I’m tougher than I look, dragon boy.”

Scene 6: The Romantic Walk—Through a Thunderstorm

Malleus had one last idea. Humans, he’d read, liked romantic walks. That was simple, right? No vegetables. No poetry. Just a quiet stroll. What could possibly go wrong?

Unfortunately, he decided to take you for a walk through the forest on a day when the sky decided to unleash the full wrath of a thunderstorm. And because he was a fae, storms didn’t bother him.

You, on the other hand, were not a fan of being drenched to the bone.

The rain came down in sheets, lightning crackling overhead as you both trudged through the mud. You tried to keep your umbrella steady, but the wind whipped it inside out almost immediately.

“Malleus,” you called over the storm, shouting to be heard. “Why are we walking in this? Are you trying to drown me?”

Malleus, entirely unfazed by the downpour, turned to you, his face serious. “I thought a walk through nature would be a calming experience for you.”

You stared at him, your hair sticking to your face, clothes soaked through, and boots filled with mud. “Calming?! I’m about to be struck by lightning!”

He blinked, as if only now realizing the storm might be an issue for you. “Ah, I see. Humans are... more susceptible to storms. My apologies.”

“Ya think?” You huffed, clutching your now-ruined umbrella. “A ‘romantic stroll’ usually involves good weather.”

Malleus frowned, looking genuinely troubled. “I thought the power of the storm would inspire awe.”

“Yeah, it’s inspiring me to run back inside.” You sighed, shivering. “This is... sweet, I guess. But, uh, maybe next time we check the weather before planning any ‘romantic’ activities?”

As you struggled to wipe rain from your face, you caught a glimpse of Lilia again—he was standing under a tree, dry as could be, watching the scene unfold with glee. His mischievous grin practically radiated from the shadows.

“You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?” you shouted toward him, but Lilia just waved, clearly loving the chaos.

Malleus, still deep in thought about his failed attempt at human courtship, suddenly looked serious. “Perhaps a different form of human bonding is needed next time.”

Behind you, Ace and Deuce were trailing a safe distance away, both dripping wet but trying to keep from laughing too loudly.

“Man,” Ace muttered, shaking his head. “They're gonna give the poor guy a heart attack one day.”

Deuce nodded solemnly. “Or he’ll get us all killed.”

After days of mutual confusion and failed courtship rituals, you found yourself, once again, sitting with Malleus in one of the school’s many quiet courtyards.

“Y’know,” you began, squinting at him. “I feel like you’ve been acting weird lately.”

Malleus gave you a similar look. “I’ve been thinking the same about you.”

You blinked. “Wait, me? What do you mean?”

“Well,” Malleus said, his brow furrowed, “you’ve been offering me... odd gifts. Vegetables. Challenging me to duels. Declaring intentions in public spaces. It’s... unusual.”

You froze. “That’s... fae courtship. I’ve been trying to... y’know...”

Malleus’ eyes widened. “You’ve been attempting to court me?”

Your face flushed. “Well, yeah! I thought you were acting strange, so I figured you were waiting for someone to, I don’t know, woo you.”

Malleus’ confusion quickly shifted to amusement. “I’ve been trying to court you this whole time.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re what?!”

“I believed you were in distress, so I attempted human courting rituals. Clearly, they didn’t go as planned.”

You both stared at each other for a long moment, the realization of mutual failure sinking in. Then, unexpectedly, you burst out laughing, and Malleus, after a moment, chuckled too.

“Well,” you managed between laughs, “we really suck at this.”

“Indeed,” Malleus agreed, his eyes warm with amusement. “Perhaps next time, we should... communicate better.”

“Yeah,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye. “That might help.”

From a safe distance, Lilia watched, his face beaming with pride. “Ah, young love,” he sighed dramatically. “How wonderfully chaotic.”

Ace shook his head, utterly done with the entire situation. “They’re hopeless.”

Deuce nodded in agreement. “At least it’s finally over... right?”

They're so stupid (affectionate)

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