#that piece of you that Needs bread

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Music, because talking about your feelings is fine but sometimes you need an override on self talk

[kacievvbbbb]

I’m bored so question for the community. What are some of y’all’s Mishanks/goth fam Modern AU headcannons?

[qkmlh]

Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment

[moonchild-in-blue]

You know what? I really wanna eat a sandwich with Vessel. We don't even have to talk or anything like.

I just want to sit at a table across him, get a few Capri Suns, a bag of crisps torn open between us, a nice sandwich each, and just eat in silence.

🧃😐🥪 🍟 🧃😐🥪 <- like this

[pickled-flowers]

Btw yesterday I met a person named Bean who worked at a sex toys packaging factory and we ate risotto and pie

[thuringwedhil]

also I'm gonna be honest whenever i think about the fact that curufin was married to someone i just ??????? lies!!!! misinformation!!!! slander!!!!

[knickynoo]

Bright Lights, Big City (1988)

[bigothteddies]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[feralthembo]

offered roomie the $5 left on my cashapp to help her eat (not enough to get us both something) bc the person who works gets the best food. i guess.

[sodacowboy]

ibuprofen how could you

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Less-Abstract Art

On this trip I've seen a lot of words on the walls and distorted baby faces in all the fine art paintings my son walks past or stands in front of in about a dozen museums. The words on the walls are painted on city street overpasses too. It's not anyone's job to remove graffiti here that I can tell, and I'm glad they leave it. I like reading the writing on the walls, whatever walls it's on.

In Scotland I saw a couple at the bus stop 7 floors below our hotel room window holding each other close. He touched her face. They kissed. I've written scenes like that a hundred times. I smiled at them but they couldn't see me up above. 'Just like a movie,' I thought. 'I'd write a scene just like that.'

I've seen couples holding hands everywhere we go and I find myself envying them with a similar intensity as I did when I was a lonely asexual teenage romantic who wondered why no one wanted to hold my hand through an art museum or riding a bus or waiting in line to buy tickets for something. (Knowledge I wish I had then: it was because I didn't want to fuck them-in order to get hand holding you have to give penetrative sex, or at least the future prospect of it, at least a blow job or something-something-SOMETHING Jennifer. Christ you think holding hands is free?) Now I'm married to a man I fuck and give blow jobs to very regularly but I still don't get the hand holding or the bus stop snuggling sweetness when we travel. He's too occupied leading--Hit the tube station at this time to make the tour slot I booked; I'll walk in front because I'm tall and you can see me and no one will get lost.

There are 3 of us, which means one of us is always alone when seats are paired off. It's usually me. I usually make sure it's me. Just like I eat the heels of the bread; I use the pieces of everything no one else wants. He doesn't feel well, and we didn't pack 250 ibuprofen to not look like criminals in international airports, but that means I'm not taking any for my own aching back and legs so he can take the ones we have for his pain. 'We can always buy more,' he says, and without making any sort of uncomfortable sighs or faces or body language, bought himself and our son kind of pricey souvenirs, but I still feel guilty asking for an 8 pack of over the counter nsaids.

I'm taking care to not do anything that will make me seem like an Ugly American. I don't want to embarrass them. I don't want to need or want anything. I don't want to need the affection or want to go back out now for a sweet after dinner. I don't need the sweet. I shouldn't want it. I shouldn't want to buy different soap when there is some included at the hotel. I shouldn't be a baby and wish I had some Coke in this land of tea and coffee I don't like. I'm trying to stay quiet and small. Take up less space, eat less, want less, kind of be less. Less.

We went to see modern art today. My son's favorite to view. Most of it is abstract-minimalist. I like it too. I like Mark Rothko a lot. I like how he can make some seemingly simple painted squares of color make you feel something big and maybe scary when you look at them (there weren't any Rothkos here today). 'I could make that,' he says sometimes when we stand behind our son admiring the abstract in some world class museum over the past 3 years. 'But you didn't,' I said today, when he said it again.

I feel like abstract art.

I wish I was as simple as I look.

I wish I truly wanted and needed less, was happy with less, like people seem to assume from me. I wish I didn't have to argue that just because I look like less effort doesn't mean I am.

[deaith]

typically, the feeding process for gyryth is extremely painful for their quarry. the only instance in which it does not hurt - or does not hurt as much - is one where the gyryth is feeding meticulously, deliberately only taking a portion rather than goring the magic from a willing individual. additionally, the harder one clings to and fights to keep their magic and blood, the more unpleasant the overall feeding is going to be.

[nickyandmikey]

my brother did such a bad job grocery shopping and he drank my leftover chocolate milk i was keeping for today i feel a murderous rage coming on

[sshoryuken]

(@strebcr)

➣ (B)eing on public transit with next to no empty seats mid-route, the polite thing to do when someone comes ambling down the aisle in search for a place to sit is to move the item next to you and scoot over.

Scott isn't one such person, however. He likes the extra leg room, so why give it up so someone he doesn't even know can sit down? If it were someone like Kim or Stephen Stills, it would be a solid maybe. But some complete stranger? What if they have rabies? Or want to talk about their aunt's bunion surgery or something?

Not that that's ever happened to him, but... you know.

For Scott, that's a good enough reason to keep his belongings in the spot next to him. A perfectly foolproof plan... if the person meandering down the aisle wasn't about to sit anyway.

Quickly, he snatches up his coat, balling it up and holding it to his chest, giving a slightly quizzical look to the stranger as he seats himself.

"...Hi," comes his flat greeting, certainly less-than-pleased at the situation.

[kiawren]

this brilloant idea came to me earlier today.. I'll draw law and my one piece s/i as the selfish machines cover cuz it's an amazing album I love ptv. but not while im back in my kia/we phase wow hes so ugly in that picture

[justmeinatree]

yall i had the most fucked up dream last night