#Which is normal

[burrythebusy]

Rarepair Series P2: Shirashiro

[blu-eh]

btw research and disaster hit 25K and just. nani the fuck

HOW????

[calamitoustide]

just told my friend i did the may pole dance in elementary school and now she's looking at me like im crazy

[babyseraphim]

i feel like the fandom is starting to shrink and like, i know that’s bound to happen when the show is cancelled. but man if it isn’t bumming me out

[eddis-not-eeddis]

"Look at us, we're doing normal college girl stuff, we're shopping!" We say, as we walk out of our third Asian market of the afternoon.

[thebrazilianfan]

I need to admit to myself I like miles edgeworth way more than I cared to realize

[just-a-haravatat-student]

Y'know what I think should be heavily discussed yet everyone glosses over as if the were nothing but mere jokes?

The different meanings people can assign to a word. I find it egregious to not talk about how "a while ago" for a person can mean, like, a couple of minutes ago, perhaps a quarter of an hour if we stretch it? While for me it can mean any point in time between the last 7 seconds and the rise and fall of the Remurian empire.

[engagemythrusters]

au where obi-wan sporadically mutates into a giant lizard and eats people

[gaypinebabe]

GOD I WISH MY self esteem wasn't build on my intelligence I'm so fucking stupid

[rellbot]

issue my body decided to have btw: i sometimes lose hearing in my left ear for a couple of seconds. i can hear a high pitched sound in that ear when it happens +... some... weird stuff? i dont even know how to explain it.

this is normal i think

[blinkasaurus]

The feeling when you know you fucked up but you’re not yet sure how badly, or how long it will take to find out

[almondmilkhunnis]

it's so CONFUSING and FRUSTRATING when 5sos does something and suddenly i get confused sexually

[intriga-hounds]

I made them do an activity and they got real mad about it

[pyrus-salicifolia]

“Normal” test results are not the relief people think they are. When you wake up in pain and continue to be in pain for hours every day and your tests come back normal you don’t stop being in pain.

[markitchii]

Sometimes i feel stupid because i dont understand what a fanfiction implies or what they actually meant until i realize english isnt my first language :( then i feel more stupid because ive been bilingual my whole life..........

[xiaq]

Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.