#And others...

[ouja]

shireens (and devan)

[monaisme]

I have now completed 15 out of 30 @sicktember prompts.

What the heck!?

Edit: Apparently "Rogue Organ" inspired me. 16/30

[junk-culture]

distant voices sing...

--

[i got a new cd player recently... here's sony d-ej100 feat. some of my CDs]

[greencheekconure27]

Me: Ok, Sad Clown is actually a very common trope, going back At Least to commedia dell'arte, maybe even a tad overused now...

Also me every time: the Funny! Character! Is! Secretly! Really! Sad! And Nobody! Noticed!😭😭😭

[tina-nina]

DT Zone 6

some loosely connected thoughts about zone 6 of DT that was me, out loud, the entire time i was there...

The game seems to present shutting off the terminals that keep the Endless "alive" as some big moral quandary that we have to push through because there isn't time to think of a different solution, and for me at least, it falls COMPLETELY flat.

I had not one shred of hesitation or remorse for shutting those terminals down. None. Zilch. For me, there was NO moral quandary about it at all. And the game tried very very hard to make me feel bad.

I can acknowledge that there is a certain catharsis in getting to speak with a loved one who is gone, getting to have those final words out in the open, even if the one you are sharing those words with isnt really them (only a computer recreation of them based on their memories) because those kinds of words are mostly for the living, for those left behind. I liked that Wuk Lamat got to say a proper goodbye to Namikka, I liked that Krile got to meet her parents, I liked that Erenville got to have SOME kind of closure about Cahciua (why did NOBODY ask how she died????). NGL, was a bit ambivalent about Otis, but it was cute.

Nonetheless, I'm not gonna let anybody try and make me feel bad about shutting it all down. Everyone compares Living Memory to Amaurot, and they're supposed to, but while the artificialness of Amaurot made me sad, the artificialness of Living Memory made me UNCOMFORTABLE. Yeah, shutting the terminals down rips off the golden veneer to show the blackened stone underneath but GOD at least the stone is REAL

Every time the game prompted me, "are you SURE? it won't go back after it's gone" I was like "yes god please, I don't fucking care, make it go awAY"

Me@the characters trying to make me feel bad: Why are we feeling bad???? They're already dead! These aren't even them!

I'm not going to feel bad for turning off the computer simulations of DEAD PEOPLE that need to be fueled by the deaths of REAL LIVING BREATHING PEOPLE to stay functional. I'm sorry, but there is no question here.

My duty is to those who are still here, not those who are long dead. Sorry not sorry.

[vilandel]

You're My North

Summary “Your mother was right, it’s okay to feel lost, you can always find north again,” Vanessa whispered, putting the necklace around her neck. “Although, I don’t think that I risk to feel lost anymore. You’re my north, after all.”

A/N Today is Vanessas birthday and it's still Fluffmay, so this is the perfect opportunity to also post this little oneshot I wrote exactly two years ago... And it is a Surfer AU, just because I think that Nozel would be an excellent surfer 💘

Ao3 link

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“You’re going to throw a party.”

It wasn’t a question and she got confirmation as she saw her best friend looking at her in surprise before looking away.

“Come on, Vanessa. How did you find out?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You all just weren’t as subtle as you wanted to be. Especially Yami, he didn’t even try and I just played dumb.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Finral sighed, as he was turning the wedding band on his finger.

“You can’t, he’s your boss. Not to mention that it would be a crime, my dear.”

“I know.”

Finral looked over at his boss, the owner of the Black Bulls Motorcycles, who was sitting at the bar, drinking his third or fourth beer and complaining that he couldn’t smoke because the smoking area of the beach restaurant was still under renovation.

“Kaiser seems so unfaced. I know many people who would have lost after just five minutes of Yami complaining,” Vanessa giggled, as she saw the owner of the Purple Orca just listening to Yami while cleaning some glasses.

“He just has the patience of a saint. Well, it was needed to transform this place from a crime’s nest into a little paradise,” Finral just said, taking a sip from his pineapple juice.

Vanessa couldn’t agree more. She liked Kaiser. He was one of the chilliest persons she ever met and since he took over this restaurant, the Purple Orca transformed from a shady bar with hidden criminal activities and the reputation that went with it to a nice place, favourite spot of Raque for inhabitants and tourists, surfers and swimmers. A place where you can having a party or enjoy your evening after a day of work. Or both.

“So, um, Vanessa…”

“Yes?”

“Could you please do as if you don’t know? We booked the entire place, Kaiser and his wife helped to prepare everything, Morgen finally managed to catch Nacht so he can be here for the evening, Dorothy has prepared something as well and there will be a lot of people, for a big and nice party, just so as you like them. And Noelle especially seems very excited, so…”

Vanessa hide her smirk. She knew exactly why Noelle was excited.

“Don’t stress, Fin, I will play the surprised birthday girl like it’s expected on me. I’m happy that Nacht will come too and I’m curious what surprise my boss will do.”

Dorothy came from the same place as her. Witchtown looked like a lovely town in the middle of the Forest, but it wasn’t that nice once you knew the background and Vanessa had been at a good place to know that, as daughter of the mayor.

But she chased those memories away. She was already visiting therapy for her past trauma and her birthday wasn’t the day to remember something unhappy.

At that moment, she saw Noelle enter the restaurant, her surfboard under her arm. Vanessa made a sign and the young princess just waved back, before sitting alone at some table near the terrasse. Rebecca, a friend and a teenage girl who worked at the Purple Orca during some of her free time, immediately went to take her command and probably for some girl talk.

“What’s up with Noelle?”

“Oh, she went surfing and hoped to see Asta, but he went to the train station. Yuno is back from Spade, apparently and you know Asta, he won’t miss an occasion to spend time with his adoptive brother.”

“Ah, I understand. Poor sweetie. She still won’t admit her feelings and Asta is so oblivious.”

“Not to mention that she’s royalty. Dating someone out of your circle is difficult when you’re royalty, even in those modern times.”

Oh, Vanessa knew that. Probably better than Finral knew. But that was still her secret.

“Noelle even learned to surf to impress Asta, even though she would never admit it,” Finral continued. “I still wonder who taught her though. She never accepted help from anyone, of course. But someone had to teach her how to surf.”

Vanessa giggled. Oh, she knew exactly who taught Noelle how to surf.

“Don’t worry about Noelle, I’m sure she will gain her good mood again this evening for the party. Speaking of royalty, do you think the prince will come?”

“Yes, he will. Lumière finally found some free time. But you know, he will mostly spend his precious moments with Secre.”

“Ah, young love. They’re so cute together.”

“Yes, but the king won’t accept their relationship so easily. He might be an idiot, but you know that king Augustus is very peculiar on this topic. For anyone in the three royal families.”

“Won’t stop his son to date Secre.”

“No, it won’t. You’re right about that.”

Vanessa finished her drink and let her pay on the table. There was a place she wanted to go and someone she wanted to see.

“I see you this evening, Fin. Greet Finesse for me.”

“Will do. Where are you going, anyway? How many bars you want to drunk run before coming back?”

“None. There’s someone I want to see.”

“Ah, that secret boyfriend of yours…”

Usually Finral wasn’t that cheeky. Only when the topic was about the mysterious man who she was dating for months now. But unlike most of her friends, Finral actually believed that it was real and not some fantasy.

“Yes, that secret boyfriend of mine. I will eventually bring him to the party this evening.”

“Oh, we finally going to met him? Well, that means I won my bet.”

“You did have bets about my significant other?”

“Yep. But mostly if that person was real or not. Only Noelle and I did bet that he was real. Yami and those who made bets were sure it was just a fantasy of yours.”

“Going to prove them wrong, then. It’s not because that I didn’t have the best experience with dating that I’m desperate to invent someone.”

“I know that. Whoever that guy is, he makes you happy and that’s the most important. I’m really curious to finally meet him.”

“You’ll meet him this evening. See you later, Fin. And greet Finesse for me.”

Vanessa waved and practically run out of the restaurant. She was impatient to see Nozel.

♣♣♣

Raque was a vacation paradise for bathing and surfers. Even most members of the three royal families preferred to live here rather than in the capital. Well, the Kiras, Vermillions and Silvas had each their own estates in Raque, while they shared one big palace back in the capital of Clover.

Vanessa was happy to live in Raque. But even though she loved the beaches and the noise and everything that could happened on the beaches, often she preferred the hidden, secret creeks and beaches, when she wanted time for herself.

Or spend time with her boyfriend. It was on a secret beach she properly met him after all.

It was their place. Hidden between trees and some flat, round rocks was a little, beautiful white shore, with often the perfect waves for a surfer. Today, on the late afternoon, this little paradise seemed to shine in a pale golden glow. The sun was sometimes hidden by a few passing clouds, but Vanessa didn’t care. A pure blue sky could get boring over time and clouds at least were always changing their shape, telling a new story with each new form.

And there he was. Her silver surfer.

Full of glee, Vanessa dropped her beach bag on the sand just next to his, took her burgundy towel out and sat on it, admiring the talent of her boyfriend.

Nozel was an amazing surfer. It was fascinating to see how each way, each art of riding waves had no secret for him. And almost no one knew about his talent. It was one of his secrets and Vanessa only found out about it when she searched a new secret beach to have some time for herself. By coincidence – or was it Fate? – she chose exactly the hidden shore Nozel used for his surf training.

Like her, Nozel didn’t have an easy past. An absent father who were always harsh once he came home and the terrible accident of his beloved mother, who had been in comatose for years and who was today too weak to take care again, left him basically alone in charge of his three younger siblings. He had his aunt from the Vermillions to help him, of course, but the pression that was always present for royalty even today and other things had make things overly difficult for him, to a point that it gave him a cold mask despite himself. It was only recently that he began to allow to give himself more freedom.

What had been helping him all those years were his secret hobbies. Nozel called them his sanctuaries. Reading books and poetry, history and of course surfing. Vanessa had been ready to keep his secret, if she was allowed to share hislittle beach.

They bonded over time, get to know each other and opened up to their hidden wounds. From friendship something more deep grew between them. Something that over time unmasked itself as love.

It was almost a year since they were secretly dating, with only a few people being aware on this new royal relationship. Secre found out first and soon prince Lumiere too, who was gladly helping his distant cousin with his own romance. Noelle found out by accident and after some shock, she became basically their number 1 fan. Dorothy knew it too and Vanessa suspected Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozels rival in… a lot of things, to have some suspicion.

It was nice to have a secret like that and Vanessa enjoyed the sweet calm it gave them. Because she knew that once a royal relationship was out in the open, there will be a storm coming from them. She remembered well how the whole country reacted to Lumière and Secre. Paparazzies would find their way to get the best scoop with no respect for privacy, the social media would comment and assume the craziest things and a good bunch of royalty would make faces at a match rather unfit for royalty. Which was a stupid argument, they weren’t living in medieval times.

But Vanessa was ready. She wanted to grow old with Nozel, to share his happiness and burden. They couldn’t hide forever. And most importantly, what was between them was worth those hardships. She saw how it made Lumière and Secre stronger with their bond. Vanessa was certain that it will be the same for Nozel and herself.

The coming out at the party would be the start of it. It was something Nozel and Vanessa decided a while ago.

Also, it was her birthday and unhappy thoughts were forbidden today.

She waited for Nozel to finish his rides and come out of the water. How long before he’ll realize that he wasn’t alone anymore?

Not long for once, he saw her the moment he went out of the water, his surfboard under his arm. And still Nozel took his sweet time to come at her. To prolong the joy, maybe? Or was it because he was in awe seeing her like this, in her new burgundy bikini? For some reason, he was always seemed in a loss or words when he saw her in a new outfit, even if it was just her in some unappealing comfy clothes.

When he was finally at her spot and put his board down, Vanessa couldn’t wait anymore. She jumped up and right into his arms.

“Hello there, handsome. Missed me?”

“Happy Birthday, Vanessa.”

He didn’t answer for her question, nor did he wait for her thanks. Nozel went straight to her lips, giving her a soft kiss, but still passionately.

Nozel didn’t let her go as they parted. Vanessa even had the feeling was holding her tighter. She couldn’t help but smirk a bit.

“Do not worry, stud. We still have hours before the party and after that, we have the entire night. Alone together,” she whispered in his ear and couldn’t help to feel triumphant as her boyfriend blushed slightly.

“Your place or mine?” he still asked, with a glimmer in his eyes that made her heart beating faster.

“Mine, it’s my birthday after all. Don’t worry, I tidied… a bit.”

“Hm.”

“And you can be at ease, I haven’t touched the clothes you left in my appartement last time, you’ll be fine.”

“Speaking of, you let your pink hairbrush in my room three days ago.”

“Oh, it was there? That’s why I couldn’t find it, despite knowing my mess by heart.”

Vanessa giggled and Nozel allowed himself to smile.

As they sat down on their towels, Nozel began to search for something in his bag.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“Oh, is it you?”

Nozel stopped searching to look at her, puzzled. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, you’re my boyfriend and the greatest gift I had in years. A gift that I’m going to fully enjoy tonight.”

She winked and laughed as Nozel looked away, blushing again. “Well, thank you… but it’s… something else.”

“You could give it to me at surprise party, like everyone else.”

“I could, but… I prefer to offer you my gift now, while we’re alone. It’s… well… Let’s just say I don’t want Yami to tease me. More than he would, after we’ll announce our relationship.”

Vanessa could understand that. She was sure that Yami wouldn’t let an occasion slip to tease Nozel. He’ll already tease her boyfriend endlessly when they’ll come out of secrecy and to be honest, she didn’t want to give Yami anymore reason to tease Nozel today. Not on her birthday.

Nozel finally gave her gift. It was wrapped nicely in some silver paper, with an elegant marine ribbon. It was almost a waste to destroy it, but Vanessas curiosity won over her admiration.

Still, she carefully pull the ribbon away and gently teared the paper away, only to reveal a simple black box. She looked at her boyfriend, but he simply nodded his head, a small smile on his lips.

As Vanessa opened the box, a strange and beautiful necklace appeared. It was a round silver pendant, decorated with arabesques and holes in form of stars. It looked old and not at the same time.

Vanessa took the pendant in her hands to observe it better, only to realize that she could actually opened it, so she did.

Inside was a compass. Old-looking and elegant, like the ones maybe corsairs used centuries ago. Vanessa was actually in awe, because it was really nice handwork. She never thought much about compasses before, but this one was very much for her liking.

“Nozel… it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

She wished she could say more, but she couldn’t find any fitting words to express her gratitude. Nozel only smiled as he tugged one of her locks behind her ear.

“You’re welcome. I’m happy you love it.”

“I still do wonder… why a compass? Does it have some deeper meaning?”

“It does.”

His eyes went towards the sea, where the waves crashed beautifully on the sand. He looked like he was lost in some past memories. Vanessa wondered which ones. Recent ones, like the hours he spent here with Noelle to teach her how to surf? Or older ones, when it was his mother who helped him learning the art of riding waves.

He took his time to answer, but Vanessa didn’t pushed. The moment they shared right now seemed too precious to be distraught.

“When I was little, I had a huge fight with my father. Well, it wasn’t really a fight, but we had some heavy disagreement. I don’t remember what it was about, just that in the end, I was sad and angry. Both at my father, because he was never proud of me, and at myself, because I still longed for his attention, despite knowing better.”

Nozel sighed deeply before continuing, “My mother came to comfort me. That day, she gifted me a compass, similar to the one I gave you. She told me that it was okay to be lost from time to time. All I needed to do was to find north again. My own north, as she said. I just… well… I wanted to give you something similar.”

He looked away, clearly embarrassed. It was so adorable.

Vanessa smiled as she looked back at the compass. It was a beautiful story, like every one which include his mother. She wished that she could one day finally meet Acier Silva, once she would feel a bit better.

“Your mother was right, it’s okay to feel lost, you can always find north again,” Vanessa whispered, putting the necklace around her neck. “Although, I don’t think that I risk to feel lost anymore. You’re my north, after all.”

Nozel looked at her, puzzled but smiling. Vanessa didn’t let him say something though, as she went straight to his lips to pull him into a soft, passionate kiss. Which he returned immediately.

As she lied in his arms, enjoying his company, Vanessa felt that it was a perfect birthday indeed. She would spent the rest of the afternoon with Nozel, cuddling, kissing, maybe they might even go to swim or he would surf with her. Once they got a call from Noelle, they would leave their beach and quickly make a stop at her appartement to make themselves fresh, before finally going to her surprise (not so anymore) surprise party at the Purple Orca. And after that, they would have the entire night for them.

Vanessa smiled happily. This plan sounded perfect, just as it should be for her birthday. Looking at Nozel, she couldn’t help but think that her own north was not only good-looking, but also the sweetest boyfriend someone could ask for.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a very vivid dream last night.

In the dream, there was a Halloween special airing on I think Cartoon Network or something called 'Max the Undead'. I'm pretty sure it originally came out sometime in the 90s, and was originally meant to be the pilot for a full series, because the live-action parts had that 90s TV quality to them, and the special had an opening theme that was very 90s. But I'm guessing in this dream world the CN execs said no to making it into a full series, but kept airing it every year as kind of a Halloween tradition, kind of like how they used to air 'Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer' every December as a Christmas tradition.

In any case, the special was half live-action, half-animation--the best way I can describe it is 'Captain N: The Game Master' meets 'Mona the Vampire'. It followed a boy named Max, who moved to a new town with his mom and baby brother, and in order to cope starting writing stories about himself as a vampire hero, the titular 'Max the Undead'. But his younger brother just laughed at his stories, and his mom just wanted him to make some real friends.

At some point (I'm not sure HOW it got to that point), Max got teleported to this cartoon world where he actually became 'Max the Undead', and used his vampire powers to fight evil monsters.

And I'm NGL--part of me kind of wishes this was a real thing now.

[captain-ass-gard]

Which of these Nirvana album covers is your favorite?

[willgrahamscock]

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

[grunklebongrip]

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[marvelsmostwanted]

There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

[ariadne-mouse]

me, unloading a fitted sheet from the dryer: *squinting* what's that you've got in your mouth

fitted sheet: nothing :)))))))

me, prying open its twisted jaws: na-ah!!! give it to me RIGHT now!!

fitted sheet: *resentfully spits out a wad of 3 very damp dishtowels, a pillowcase, and a pathetically sodden washcloth*

[ryderdire]

Really interesting thing I glimpsed on rednote today

I think We- we’re developing international class consciousness 

[nightmare-from-heaven]

Hey. Your brain needs to de-frag. Literally it needs you to sit there and space out.

If you want your memory or executive function to improve, stare out a window at the skyline or sidewalk or trees or birds on the electrical wires for like 20+ minutes per day. (With no other stimulation like a podcast or TV if you can manage but hey baby steps innit). If you're fortunate enough to have safe outside with any bits of nature, go stare closely at a 1 meter square of grass and trip out on the bugs and shapes of grasses and stuff.

Literally this will make you smarter. Our brains HAVE TO HAVE this zone out time to do important stuff behind the scenes. This does not happen during sleep, it's something else.

That weird pressurized feeling you get sometimes might be your brain on no defrag.

Give your brain a Daily Dose Of De-Frag.