#I'd rather be safe than sorry

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

//I want to give a quick warning. I won't get too graphic with Midnight's asks (nothing more than him hitting Solar and being verbally abusive) but I wanted to give a heads-up in case people want to block the following tags:

physical abuse verbal abuse

I'll give it a couple minutes in case people want to block those before I answer the questions ahead.//

[thorfemmes]

Hi friends!

Friendly reminder that my blog is 18+. If you have a blank blog or don't have your age in your bio I will have to block you. I am an adult who writes things that are not suitable for minors. No one under 18 should be anywhere near this blog. Thank you friends<3

[mx-chievious]

What I said: Yeah, I'm pretty good.

What I meant: My mental state is that of the episode of SpongeBob where he locks himself in his house and befriends a penny and a Pringle.

[sillynarcissist]

being a narcissist is all fun and joys until you realize you actually were the problem all along. and everyone else was just trying to help while you pushed back. and you can't trust your memory because apparently all of them are wrong. stops being fun then

[rotclaw]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

So I (25afab, with autism and adhd [sorry if redundant it felt needed]) am 5'7" and 160lbs and have issues with remembering to eat leftovers and have a small appetite bc of my meds so I keep some easy snacks around to eat instead of a meal (usually breakfast).

Crackers with cheese and Greek yogurt are the healthy snacks; single serving pringles and cheezits are the unhealthy ones. I will eat one of the healthy ones and one of the unhealthy ones. (I don't know if it's relevant info but these are less than 300 calorie ordeals)

I'm still eating 1-2 meals outside of the snacks. If my husband is working it's one, if he isn't it's two. I'm not gaining or losing weight nor am I just eating them because I'm bored.

I'm usually only hungry between doses of my medication (for example right after waking up I'm ravenous). On days he does work this isnt a problem because then I can just eat my snacks, walk the dog and go about my day; but on days he doesn't is the issue.

It has happend a few times that I've woken up at 8-9am eaten one of my "breakfasts" and walked the dog. Then my husband and I make food at 10-11am and he gets frustrated at me for not being hungry(I take the medication that messes with my appitite at 10am 2pm and 6pm every day). I will eat about half of my food, put it in the fridge for later and then forget about it because it is a never ending cycle with me forgetting.

So AITA for forgetting breakfast/lunch/brunch making with my husband multiple times and forgetting leftovers and for having a small appetite?

(I understand if I am, if you have any solutions I am very open to them)

What are these acronyms?

[bambiraptorx]

Draxum's hands were shaking. Badly, Raph noted, staring at the noticeable tremors in the yokai's hands.

[TW: self-destructive behaviors, eating issues/implied disordered eating]

He'd seen Draxum's hands shake before, back in his own time, when the Hidden City was first discovered by the Kraang and quickly overwhelmed with all the hounds and mechs and zombies they could throw at it, and the Resistance had to declare the ruins unsalvageable, not worth trying to win back.

He'd seen them shake when Casey had returned a month after being declared missing in action (declared dead in all but the use of that word; all M.I.A. meant anymore was that there was no body to bury), not only alive and minimally injured, but hauling a four-month-old baby in a makeshift sling.

He'd seen them shake when he'd woken up from an artificial, anesthesia-induced slumber, a grey, lonely night with no stars, to see the face of the man who'd had to amputate his hand and tell him, "you barely survived as it is, Raphael," a heavy guilt weighing down his shoulders and carving new lines into his face.

He didn't know why they were shaking now. He focused on the vials Draxum held, ingredients for some chemical or other he needed to synthesize, seemingly vibrating as a result of the trembling hands that held them. Was it exhaustion? When did Draxum start working today?

When was the last time he had a meal?

Raph voiced his thoughts.

"I'm not hungry," came the answer, not enough in and of itself to give Raph what he needed to know, if not for everything he knew about the person Draxum was. Is. Would one day be?

"Draxum. That's not what I asked you." Raph reached out hesitantly, ready to withdraw his hand if it was rejected. The scientist didn't respond, at least not immediately, his back to Raph even as his hands still shook.

Something in Draxum's shoulders relaxed--not truly relaxed, so much as lost the tension holding him stiff and upright--and he sighed. "I can't stop now. There's too much I still need to do." His hair lay limp and matted against his back, greasy from lack of washing.

How long had Draxum been doing this? Destroying himself? How long had Raph not noticed it?

"Just a quick break," Raph tried. "Get a small meal in and get back to work after that."

A sharp headshake. "I can't--I can't. If I stop now, I'll lose all momentum--I have so much I need to do tonight--and I've gotten behind over the last few weeks, I can't fall behind my schedule any further, and besides, I haven't earned it yet--"

Suddenly Draxum whirled around, the vials in his hands dangerously close to spilling. "All of yokai-kind is depending on me. I can't let them down. I can't let more lives be lost! Too much is at stake here to simply take a break!"

The picture was familiar, heart-achingly so. It only took a flicker of imagination to superimpose Raph's own brother, to replace Draxum's desperate, bloodshot eyes with Donnie's wide, worried ones. The concerns were practically identical: the certainty-laced fear that rest now would be paid for later in agony and blood.

"What's yokai-kind gonna do if you work yourself to death?" Raph replied, as gently as he could, reaching out for the vials Draxum gripped so tightly. "Whatever you're doing here, who's gonna do it if you can't? Me? You know I'm not a science guy, Drax."

There's so much weight on your shoulders, Dad, Raph thought. Let me help you carry it.

Raph took hold of one of the vials, tugging gently. At first, it seemed as though Draxum wouldn't let go, that he would hold on even tighter, chase Raph out of the room and return to killing himself slowly. But after a few seconds, the scientist's trembling hand loosened, allowing Raph to slide the glass from between his fingers and set it back in the holder. He took the second with no resistance, and did the same.

Raph allowed himself a small smile, a tiny flicker of the ever-present tension between his shoulders melting away. "Okay, Draxum. Let's get you some food, maybe a nap, and see how you're doing after that."

This mad scientist at least, he could help.

[therealsinnohdawn]

what if the mandate about only sonic/shadow/silver getting super forms isn't "only male hedgehogs" but instead "characters that start with S"

without crystals under cut

[tippenfunkaport]

My friend (who is not on social media, alas) made me the absolute cutest art of one of my early fics, a short set in early Season One where Bow patches Glimmer up after she gets injured on a mission. While they are both in their underwear for the entire fic, I assure you it is perfectly wholesome Teen rated antics.

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff 1,988 words

“Damn it, Bow! Snap out of it! I have never seen you be so weird about a little blood before.” That’s because the blood was not the problem. The problem was that she’d come in here wearing nothing but her underwear.

Read on AO3

[rocksanddeadflowers]

They turned The Toy Soldier into Reese's shapes good god

[questforgalas]

Favorite sibling moments that made me fall in love with The Bad Batch during their TCW Arc - "On the Wings of Keeradaks"

Literally just this moment while they once again face down a battalion of droids

**

Crosshair seamlessly avoiding the droid Wrecker picked up and swung around anticipating what Wrecker would do

Crosshair again avoiding a droid Wrecker throws behind him while they guard the door and throwing a look at Wrecker before resuming shooting

Wrecker's soft smile at Rex and Echo's reunion 😭 (let him have Crosshair back and let us have an entire episode that is the squad's reunion please TBB writers I'm begging you)

"Great, now how do we get up there" "Oh I can help with that!" immediately grabs Hunter and throws him in the air

"A heads up would've been nice!"

"Well I hope there's a ship we can steal" "Let's hope this trip isn't for nothing" Echo already meshing with the sibling sass

"That's fine, but if you fall don't take me with you"

(Oh not, that last one really hurts now doesn't it)

"Oh no, I looked" followed by Tech's eye roll

Hunter encouraging Wrecker across the beam

Wrecker no hesitation jumping to grab Crosshair as he falls when he literally 15 seconds earlier was panicking about how high up they were (A+ choice by the creators)

"I do have a brilliant idea" "I'm hanging here!" Sibling 101: sass opportunities must be taken even when dangling above an abyss

(Oh no, these new parallel realizations are really starting to hurt)

"He records everything. It's a hobby" Sibling 101: all opportunities to mock your sibling must be taken regardless of the situation you're in

Crosshair's trust in Wrecker to hold him so much that he continues to shoot and take down droids even while dangling above an abyss being held by the ankle

"How else? We jump?" Echo's eyes as he processes what Tech just said

the knife throw Wrecker executes to Hunter so Hunter's dual-wielding (literally have watched this arc countless times and I just caught that, so freaking cool)

THE SHOULDER TOUCH AND NOD CROSSHAIR GIVES ECHO SAYING "HEY YOU OK? HANGING IN THERE?"

The bridal carry to throw Wrecker and Hunter execute 😂😂

While Tech translates to the Poltec's Crosshair looks at him with a smile in the background

**(the link is crediting a post I put the gif in previously and tumblr is being weird not letting me copy and past it from their masterlist but the gif is actually by @proadhoghog, please check their work out)

[positivelybeastly]

Is it to late to say that the X-Men have essentially lost any humanity they had?

"The X-Men are human, just as much as they are mutant - that's the way it's always been, regardless of how much anti-human sentiment various malefactors may wish to stir up.

The separation between human and mutant is minor, a variation in chromosomes, and to proselytise that the X-Men have lost their humanity is, frankly, offensive.

My name is Henry Philip McCoy, I was born in Illinois in 1986, and I'm just as human as you are, regardless of what I may look like and what I can do."

"Humanity is a babbling, screaming broth of prejudice, violence, lesser intelligences - it's only by the foolish grace of soft hearted mutants that they survive. Divesting ourselves of what made us human was merely a divestment of what made us weak.

Freedom from their irksome, cruel laws; total separation from their squabbling, their illogic, their weakness; the assertion of our genetically assigned right to succeed them as the inheritors of this planet, this is what makes us strong. This is what makes us mutant."

So, like, X-Force Beast is a raving fucking lunatic, and I don't feel it's out of character for him to spout this kind of rhetoric - in his reinvention of himself as the necessary bastard for Krakoa, in his process of becoming a born again, hardline mutant rights 'champion,' I feel like it makes sense that he'd be very aggressive about being seen to be a separatist from humankind. It makes 'sense' from a security viewpoint, and it means less emotional ties to potential vulnerabilities, such as old friends, old colleagues - his parents.

That being said, I also do it because I want to remind everyone that Krakoa is very much a dystopia, no matter how pretty the palm trees are and how idyllic the life seems, and there is some fucked up shit that just crept in there. Every single time I heard a character say, oh, that's so human of you, or some variation on that theme, I wanted to start punching the X-Men in the head because fuck you.

But in a good way, to be fair, like, in the way that you hear an obvious cultist say a culty thing and you're like, wow, bro, you're in a fucking cult, maybe you should un-cult yourself before you wreck yourself.

I also feel like it bears pointing out that a lot of the X-Men did NOT do that - people like Jubilee, for instance, whose kid Shogo is just a straight up human, and I very much fuckin' doubt that Jean-Paul Beaubier got away with that kind of shit in his household. And as time went on, I think a good few of them stopped chugging the Kool-Aid and started to realise, hey, did we just become the baddies?

Like, that's the thrust of why Scott and Jean restart the X-Men proper after the team was disbanded, was that feeling of, we need to go out there and save people because regardless of what people can tell us about who or what we are, every mutant had human family that they cared for or loved at some point. Scott's parents were both human, as were Jean's. Hank's parents were two of the loveliest humans you could ever meet. Even Magneto had Anya Eisenhardt.

Most of the X-Men are still very, very human, regardless of how much they might want to occasionally pretend otherwise - hell, you could even point out that the 'least' human among them, people like Magik, aren't even inhuman because of their mutant gifts necessarily, but because of entirely OTHER things that happened to them to change the way they are (though, granted, in Illyana's case, it was at least partly related to her gifts, but you know what I mean).

If not for the Hellfire Gala Massacre, I'm pretty sure a big contingent of people, led by Scott and Jean, were going to plan a breakaway from the Quiet Council led structure of Krakoa and form a new government, or at least push for a reformation of society that was less. Gross. Which means it'll be interesting to see what bearing those trajectories have on what comes after the Fall of X arc is done.

[redwinterroses]

Xisuma stepped through the nether portal—

And instead of hellish heat, he was hit with a wave of cold washing over his body and sending a seizing shock through his limbs. He fought to suck in a deep breath, ribs constricting. What in the—had he fallen through the world somehow? Darkness and cold—but this wasn’t the void. More like… Water?

He floundered, confused and disoriented, his hands waving wildly. They met with resistance, cutting through something that felt like a thick gel.

There was something on his face. There was something on his face—

Thrashing, his knuckles smashed into a curved, hard surface, and he gasped in a breath of stale, machine-flavored air, unable to expand his lungs enough to scream—

“Whoa, hold up there, man,” a voice chimed in his ear, “Don’t panic now, man. We’ll get you out in jus’ a sec—jus’ hang on, m’kay?” The voice was tinny and distorted, as if played from an old jukebox a hundred blocks away.

But it was familiar.

Renbob. He knew that voice—Renbob. Which meant…

A greenish light appeared in the darkness ahead of him, and Xisuma squinted, his eyes unexpectedly stinging and watering. The light quickly bloomed into a line—a gap, he realized. It widened, opening top to bottom like the maw of a dragon and he found himself blinking in the bright glow of endrods, shaded green by the thick liquid that surrounded him.

Suspension chamber.

It was… this was the Hermitheus. It had all been a dream—Or, not a real dream. A simulation. A way to pass the time between seasons.

As memory flooded back and the sound of the tank draining gurgled in his ears, Xisuma let himself relax. His heartbeat pounding in his ears slowed, and he spread his fingers against the curved glass of the chamber’s glass front, pressing against it and reassuring himself of its solidity.

The moon… That hadn’t happened. They were all fine. The world wasn’t destroyed—because it had never existed, except in their imaginations. Everyone was safe. Everyone was—

Oh.

Xisuma tapped one finger on the glass. “Renbob?” he called, his voice distorted through the breathing mask that covered his face. “No panic anymore, but I need to get out of here asap, please.”

“I’ll get right on it, man! Just ooooone sec.”

Xisuma waited—trying not to be impatient, he’d been in here for months, he could stand a few more minutes—while the last of the gel drained through the grate at his feet and fresh air hissed into the chamber. Finally, with a clunk that rattled the pod, the glass front slid open, and he reached up to unhook the facemask strapped over his nose and chin.

“Here, man, lemme take that for you.” Renbob stepped around the edge of the pod’s door and grinned, holding out one hand. “How you feelin’, man?”

“Wobbly.” Xisuma passed him the mask and reached for the wall, steadying himself as he stepped down and out of the chamber. “And insanely hungry. And I might die if I don’t get a real cup of tea in the near future—ah,” he winced. The world spun around him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath. “But I have… something I need to do first.”

“Pretty sure you just need to sit down, man—you really shouldn’t be up and about so soon after getting out of the pods.” Renbob gave him a shrewd once-over, his cheerful expression failing to hide the evaluating gleam in his eye. “But I don’t think you’re going to listen to me.”

“I listen all the time, my friend.” Xisuma shook off the wave of dizziness and pushed himself back up straight. “But this is really important.”

Renbob squinted at him for a moment, then gave a decisive nod. “You know what you’re doin’, man,” he said. “I’ll trust your judgment—but if you keel over, just shout and I’ll be right there, m’kay?”

“‘Kay, sounds perfect.” Xisuma blinked and focused past Renbob on the larger room. “No one else is awake yet, right?”

“Nah, man. You’re the first.”

“What about—”

Renbob held up a hand, cutting him off. “You’re the first,” he repeated. “I swear, man. It’s just you, me, and Goatman up and about right now.”

Xisuma nodded. Hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice—as if one of the other hermits floating in the shielded suspension chambers behind him could somehow hear his words. 

“Something went wrong, Renbob,” he said. “He was there.”

One eyebrow almost vanished into Renbob’s shaggy hairline. “He wasn’t even part of the season eight program, man. He’s got his own—”

“I know, I—” Xisuma took a deep breath. “I know,” he said again. “I need to check on him.”

Renbob stepped back. “Same place as always, man,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

...

(to be continued)

[sweetcloverheart]

Still think Felix’s backstory play should of had it revealed that him and Amelie murdered Colt near the end. I mean, we’re already having characters be revealed as magic designer baby slave golems and have had an in-canon murder before (Shanghai Special) - why not throw in some good old mother-son bonding through patricide for spice. You know, as a treat.

[praetorqueenreyna]

Wait: what happened with ao3?

The short of it is that OTW (the company that runs AO3) fired a volunteer for having "from the river to the sea, palestine will be free" in their bio. Their warnings to this person said that they were being antisemitic and equated the phrase to a slur. @feynessupremacy put together a list of sources here (in an ask that QUITE FRANKLY was very rude; somebody not posting about something doesn't mean they endorse it. Please be kinder about trying to inform people of serious issues! But Simi answered it very well and included sources which I appreciate).

Anyway, the question is whether or not to keep posting fic on AO3. They don't profit financially from fic being posted or people visiting the site, but it still supports them as a business to use the site. Which is what I (and other fic writers) are trying to figure out right now.

[imagine-nerd]

Hey fellow Tears of the Kingdom players you should go jump down the East Akala Plains Chasm. Nothing is there don't worry it's totally safe. <- this is a lie