#until i had it

[celestiall0tus]

Ah! New skin for ESO that I didn't even know about!!

Words cannot express how much I love this! It looks so good and you get it from fucking questing! Ah, yes! Fuck your endgame content, ESO, I can finally have a skin I adore that I don't have to suffer the elitist assholes for or pay out the ass for a carry like a fucking loser.

How I'm actually rocking it though...

Look, I like the face, but my main girl ain't her without that helmet. It just don't look right.

[manhattan-gamestop]

Me explaining why my grades were/are shit

[shepscapades]

I wish you coulda seen the look on my face when I glanced at Bdubs’ comment section for his wild life ep2

[minjimunji]

Obligatory battle of the labyrinth kiss scene

Bonus:

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[pangur-and-grim]

look at that transformation! well done, Belphie, you’ve defeated death!

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Just a man and his muse :)

A shameless plug for something I drew last night!

(I think I'll do a separate post for a proper Patreon update, cuz I've gotten so much support, and I've been doing a lot with it this past week and having a really good time!)

[tired-all-the-time22]

14-Year-Old-Half-Ghost-Vigilante Daniel Fenton experiences first-hand the universal blunder of Fucking Around and Finding Out for the nth time

Friends and confidants Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are not amused.

[heynhay]

do u guuys remember how huge lovebug was. back in ye days.

[distardre]

i want that fucking 1000 boop badge so bad PEOPLE LIKE IF I CAN BOOP YOU TO MY HEARTS CONTENT

[beidak-art]

sleepless night

[hootyhoowoo]

In da clerb, we all fam

[bisexualseraphim]

You know what, fuck it. Let’s show some love for the “unpleasant” autistics.

For the autistics who are always accused of being angry or moody when all they’re doing is sitting there.

For the autistics who take everything literally and respond sincerely.

For the autistics who come across as “blunt” or “rude” for being honest.

For the autistics who are called “control freaks” for needing a sense of order and routine.

For the autistics who get told to shut up for infodumping about uncomfortable topics.

For the autistics who find it too exhausting to mask and pretend to be sunny and friendly.

“Unpleasant” autistics, I love you.

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.