#... and a bunch of other stuff

[tamaytsuki]

My professor: “Draw thirty pieces of furniture in your house”

Me: “I DON'T HAVE THIRTY PIECES OF FURNITURE IN MY HOUSE”

[thehumantrampoline]

If you grew up in a family that heroicized the concept of pushing through suffering without complaint you may be entitled to financial compensation

[rustbeltjessie]

Getting this in while it’s still Tummy Tuesday.

[galaxygirl8880]

MASTERPOST

!!This blog is no longer posting!!

Actually I don't even know it's weird.

(reblogs not included)

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Cale but he Ice skates!

Inspired incorrect quotes

Cale trying to get over his scars

Eruhaben's "betrayal"

Hiding secrets

New healing power

Cale's Journal

Bonding with the kids

Moodstone

Pt. 2

Hair dye idea 🥺

Cale actually runs away

Cale writes a will

Fraud musician >:0 (Detective Ohn's got this)

Working together

Sparkling Tcf ✨

Ghosty Cale👻

CALE WHYY

Embroidery

Secret passages :D (has an AO3 fic)

Small ChoiCale quote

CAAAAALLLLEEEEE

Clopeh was right 0-0

Regressor KRS!Cale

Noble children

Apocalypse Au

Small songfic

To sleep and lone(thank u @bloustorm)

Pt.2

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Small Og!Cale section

Og!Cale gives up

More of him not giving a shit

Henituse family bonding

Happy Cale

Thames and their connection to emotions

We love Eric

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Crossovers

TCF x ORV

TCF x DEMON SLAYER

TCF x HP

TCF x SAIKI K.

HOLY TRINITYYYY

Shenanigans

Beginning of au

Beginning of au pt.2

Ye

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Miscellaneous

Build a fic!

Saiki K. Thing

My Art :00

Really wholesome reblog train

My retirement announcement (lol)

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My AO3 fics!

Rats in the walls (Don't worry, they're cute)

No longer feels like home

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I finally figured out how to do the link short cuts 😭 (tell me if anything isn't working right)

The #tcf incorrect quotes hashtag has all of my incorrect quotes lol (I would have died if I had to link all of them)

I think this is everything? I didn't include reblogs! (Mostly)

[how-do-i-do-words]

i don't usually do this but i thought i might link my ao3 here again because i just posted my 100th fanfic so i thought i might make a post to celebrate!

check it out if you're interested, i have a bunch of different (mostly sapphic) stuff there

[big-bad-shorty-king]

I can’t work out in a gym for all of the normal social anxiety reasons but also bc I listen to ska when I work out and skank inbetween sets

[daydrinking75]

"you have a good head on your shoulders" he said, and i replied "hah, yeah,"

because on one hand i appreciate the compliment, but how do you deduce that from a surface level conversation? just because i gained insight from past experiences doesn't mead i didnt make mistakes and wont make them again. that doesnt take knowledge to make the right decision, it takes effort. and its a lot of fucking effort, so i have to learn on the go. but you dont see the effort, you see the result, which is in itself a simplification of the process it took to get there

turns out he was harassing a bunch of girls. i thought it was sad because i thought he was cool, but at the same time it confirmed my suspicions. his handshake was too long.

[arthur-lesters-uvula]

I think I'll probably stop freak posting since I rarely get a positive reaction. ill prob stick with the more normal stuff I guess

[thedevillionaire]

OC details: 🍎 [red apple], 🤔 [thinking face], 🖊️ [ballpoint pen], 💯[hundred points symbol] for the perennial couple and/or dealer’s choice.

A pleasure. 🤗 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? Both were mortally born, so the transition to the Underworld definitely does away with any living in/around of birthplaces, but other than that... Cerberus - born in Oxford, UK, not that it would make much of a difference to things - harbours a strong distaste for the mortal realm and avoids it as much as he can. He'd probably enjoy it more than he thinks he would, really, these days, but he's unlikely to give it much of a chance. Kia - born in Sydney, Australia - quite liked it, and never left it, during mortal times. She moved a LOT, but stayed within the city itself. And she does go back still - either on the sly, to peek in at old friends, or for the Take (the Underworldian Vampiric blood-drinking deal), just because she knows the basic layout of some of it. 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? Literally the first thing to leap immediately to my mind is that Cerberus is a regular and very reliable employer of the pre-sneeze raised index finger. Does this count? Well. Anyway. Ahem. (Totally a mannerism. I'm keeping it. 😏) Kia is very tactile, and when she's excitedly engaged in conversation will nearly always reach over and touch the other person's hand whenever there's a particularly strong point of agreement. If you told her she did this, she'd deny it - she just doesn't consciously realise that she does it. 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. Both of these are answered here!

[i-arch-my-backula]

I can't watch certain things because when a specific character/s come on screen I know i'll chew through every inch of drywall in my house

[mia-wiah]

Every time my coworkers don't understand something they think it's a fetish thing 😭

Trying to explain fashion subcultures and they're like, " if it's not kink thing then why would they choose to dress like that 🤨"

CAUSE THEY LIKE HOW IT LOOKS, SOME PPL DRESS FOR THEMSELVES

[hiccupbutpurple]

Some people are really out here saying that Nico Parker shouldn’t play Astrid because she doesn’t look Scandinavian while disregarding the fact that a Viking Age Scandinavian women probably wouldn’t have an American accent.

[cyber-neptune]

I love my flash mcqueen looking wisp. It wasn't intentional but she looks pretty

[cloudcastor]

everyone’s tags on kh au post….all according to keikaku….

[likeawildthing]

the ghosts of problematic white men feat. our forefathers and grandfather angst

Today has been rough. Celebrate this late capitalist christian nationalist hellscape? No thanks. But I AM choosing to celebrate those affecting change both in preserving rights and righting injustices. Since 1776, those in power have celebrated the status quo while the disenfranchised have worked tirelessly to upend it. And it can feel like a losing battle, and in a lot of ways, but those who work, both quietly and loudly, are worth honoring and celebrating.

I’m feeling introspective about this whole thing because my father’s father died yesterday. Grandfather is too strong a word. He sent an annual Christmas card but never learned to spell my name. I don’t know how to grieve someone who wasn’t in my life by their own choice, even though he lived five minutes away. I spent the majority of my life feeling ambivalent towards him, if I thought of him at all. Because I didn’t particularly need or miss his presence: I had excellent maternal grandparents who fulfilled every grandparent-type role. Still, I broke down while making cookies tonight, after reading his obituary. I stroked his face with a wet washcloth in hospice last week. My heart breaks for my father, who broke that cycle in his fifties and IS in his grandchildren’s lives. I’m sad and that’s okay, but I’m not devastated and I think that’s okay, too.

Grief is weird and complicated.

I’m not a patriot these days, but I miss the feeling of patriotism. Not blindly thinking this country is better than every other—that was never true and was never my jam. But being part of a collective society that cares about each other? Celebrating with hope that my kids’ future will be better than mine? That people have my back because we live in the same place? The death of those ideas gutted me, and still does. 

So yes, I will grieve the idea of my grandfather this week. But then I will work to make sure that I’m never that kind of grandparent to my grand-pets, or grandchildren, or grand plants--whatever it is my children choose to nurture. And I will grieve that idea of America—the symbolism and hopes that don’t exist for me anymore. But I won’t let that despair prevent me from moving forward, anyway.