#sorry not sorry I had to

[sowlmates]

[an-actual-attack-helicopter]

[kemendin]

[seethesunny]

Tell me about the bitches in baby denial 👀

Oh gosh I love putting these two in so much stress and despondency, don't I?

Pretty self-explanatory, it follows the same premise as unraveled/undone (but its not in the same universe), so they get themselves in this situation and neither of then wants to address it which clearly causes pain. I have no idea what it will be plot wise or how long it will get yet lol

Snippet under the cut:

Communication had seemed useless around the time her belly rounded and the visible signs of sickness appeared; though it was a shared clarification that they weren't, under any circumstances, off to a doctor. Nor the FEDRA kind, nor the homeopathic one. 

Tess had gone through worse, they had gone through worse time and time again, how could this be any different?

She was sure there wasn't a surface around the QZ that wasn't plagued with disease. So, endure. Endure the illness and come on top. Walk across the hell underneath her skin and relinquish the burn. 

It was easy, to turn a blind eye to the changes upon her body with layers upon layers of clothes, then came the night the apartment was too stuffed for the July heat, sweating and cursing whatever deity was left, and she peeled away the fabric until she was only wearing the threadbare tank top and panties, low on her hips by how thin the sickness had made her. 

Joel had tried his best to look away, standing across the other corner of the room, hands busy tidying up their stash of goods, back turned as Tess tried to cool off in front of their fan; but the spell had broken, it was done, and he swallowed the awful truth despite their hard efforts to keep it at bay. 

It plastered as a parasite in the back of her mind, yet she never acknowledged it. Not when she went to sleep, her whole body curled into a ball and away from him, as if his touch would hurt her. 

The curve on her figure stuck out as she tried—and she swore she would kill someone to do so—to sleep, the dip making her nauseated if she opened her eyes, so she kept them shut. And, like most things, she imagined something grim, something bloody, something terrifying. But maybe she already knew, and it was her mind replaying a message, some sort of omen. Would it be bad to think about how she wanted this gone? Tess couldn't touch her midriff anymore, she was sick, and she was probably going to die. 

[spaceandthedigitalfrontier]

...it's a man XD *hides before Plato can find me*

the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

[astronnova]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[headlamprey]

Here are a pair of boobies

And THIS is a tit

[many-sparrows]

I'm very tired of this "queer college students should stop supporting Palestine, they'd kill you there!" I watched a hijabi ask a trans man, "but what name do you want to go by?" A butch giving a woman their hoodie so that she could keep her hair covered after the cops took her scarf. Muslim girls making sure the lesbian couple got through the system together. Religious men making sure purple haired protestors got out safe. I don't want to hear it. Solidarity forever, free Palestine.

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[noodles-and-tea]

Twins in time au but they have slightly different reactions….

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[inkskinned]

it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.

it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.

i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.

in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?

i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.

except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.

my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.

during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.

something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.

something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol