#This happened like... three days ago??

[obsidiandoesartyey]

Random Spearmaster Jolly Co-op shenanigans that I meant to share earlier but forgot to.

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Four digital drawings depicting Basira Hussain, Sasha James, Georgie Barker, and Melanie King from TMA. Basira is a fat woman with long, greying hair in an unkempt bun, wearing a rumpled navy blue two-piece suit. She is looking down in either intent focus or sadness, her elbow resting casually on her knee. She is surrounded by alternating simple drawings of open and closed eyes in dark blue. Sasha has an average build and long, mahogany-toned hair in a high ponytail, pale skin, and she wears glasses on a chain and casual clothing. She has one foot braced on the opposite knee, adjusting the lace of her shoe. She is surrounded by alternating spirals and question marks in purple. Georgie is a chubby woman with medium brown skin and curly hair in a shaggy mullet. She wears casual clothing and several gold facial and ear piercings. She is sitting perched on a countertop, a mug lifted to her lips. She is surrounded by alternating ghosts and skulls in grey. Melanie is thin with light brown skin and straight, dark hair worn in a bob and dyed a very faded blue at the tips. She wears khaki trousers and a black half binder, and is seated on an office chair with her knees pulled to her chest. She has three visible tattoos: a large moth, a dagger, and text reading “don’t let the bastards grind you down”. She is surrounded alternately by bookbinding awls and concave triangles made of unconnected lines, denoting anger. End ID.]

does it still count as melanie king monday if it is 11pm and there are other women there. i say yes and also ur welcome

[avocadoraisin]

Hoff....

[beeduoo]

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

[bright-and-burning]

sigh. they have bewitched me with their “practically built for magical realism aus” ways. have 500 words of nonsense that will become a real fic Eventually

When they bring out the bring out the little microphone and the camera for the video, Lando has to shove down the groan that threatens to escape. He’s been nursing a mid-level headache for an hour now, having accidentally bumped into Oscar on their way into the motor home, the lightning-fast wave of happy—hungry-for-more—exhausted flashing into shock—too-much—pain, and then into horrible emptiness when they’d both flinched away.

From the poorly hidden grimace on Oscar’s face, he’s in the same boat, head pounding, just as apprehensive of the tiny mic. Another touch, skin-to-skin at that, and Lando’s gonna be throwing up protein shake and champagne on camera. The last time they’d touched bare-handed, it was Lando’s fault. He’d forgotten, shoved his way into Oscar’s space just because he wanted to, no thought given to silly things like wild bonds or consequences, and was rewarded with a splitting headache and a very muddled memory of the sheer force of the fondness Oscar was feeling before everything twisted into suffering. Oscar had thrown up, then. Lando hadn’t, but only barely; shoving two people’s feelings into a space only meant for one along a bond that by any logic shouldn’t actually exist, well. It’s been unpleasant, to say the least. Even if they’ve been getting better at carefully dipping and dodging around each other. The less they speak of the nightmare that’s been filming for social media, the better. Lando takes the mic from Zak, fingers briefly touching, and feels absolutely nothing that isn’t already going on inside his own head. He lets his mouth run. Media training can take the wheel on this one; he’s got bigger things to focus on, like not exploding the brains of McLaren’s entire fucking driver lineup in one go. Andrea would not be very happy with him for that. Lando finishes rambling. “To everyone that was cheering us on and celebrating this with me, thank you very much, and I’ll hand over to Osc.” He holds the mic out, pinching it between two fingers so as much plastic casing is available to grab as possible. Oscar takes it, careful but smooth, pinkie finger slightly raised to avoid accidental contact, and Lando lets go. “To Osc,” Oscar repeats, relief obvious in his smile. He takes a deep breath and starts his own rambling debrief. Lando tunes out, just a little, relieved and exhausted and still battling that freaking headache. He’s nodding along mindlessly to Oscar’s thanks when another shock wave hits. Lando panics for a split-second, flinches hard and runs through the last few moments, wracking his brain for how he could’ve possibly touched Oscar with the careful distance they’d both put between them, and realizes Zak's dumped a bottle over his head. The cold shock of the champagne on his scalp and down his body had felt eerily familiar, too close to the feeling of touching Oscar and blowing out their bond. Lando pastes on a smile and lets Oscar handle the outro, ready to pop some paracetamol and get the fuck out of this minefield of a debrief video.

[pacifistcowboy]

i love mr tinker so much and i already miss him 🥺

[epavirees]

tried to listen to Pisara meressä album by KUUMAA as like a background noise while cleaning but then i heard the first lyrics in the first song and just. fell on the floor and started sobbing

[grvntld]

yung notes app ko here sa phone ko puro kalungkutan tots and feels laman kasi tbfh sobrang lungkot ko lately. i know it's important that i go through tough times and not run from them, but damn it, im just so tired of going through it. im so tired. im exhausted. i feel depleted. i just feel so weak and defeated all over.

[creacherkeeper]

honestly my landlord making the third unit in our townhouse into an airbnb is incredibly fucked and sinister and indicative of so fucking many problems in the states however. also a little funny. she maybe didnt think to check whether the other neighbors dogs bark literally all day long but boy do those dogs love to bark all day long and she is going to get so many complaints

[leopharry]

My cat is. Very sick. I'm tired and sad and I don't really know what to do. I could try to figure out a way to get the vet money, but it'll probably be upwards of 3k. Or.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

"I'm so normal about the magnus archives."

[bookshelf-in-progress]

It's so nice to have this tiny little selection of WIPs to prioritize. Really helps me to keep my focus where it should be.

Wait, what's this?

IT'S A LONG-ABANDONED WIP WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!

[zukkaoru]

[Dazai] and Elise once spent a week caring for one of the rats they picked up from the dungeons, until Mori caught them and gave them both an hour-long lecture on the dangers of playing with unvaccinated animals.

looking back through this fic and turns out sometimes i write things that are a little funny

[lanarchive]

im sensing that the nhl community is in shambles

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all another "I suspect this is atypical but idk how atypical" question, this time about blood sugar! Okay, maybe a few questions

if your blood sugar is in the fasting blood sugar range, but you aren't fasting, does that count as low blood sugar?

2. Is it normal to have low blood sugar symptoms at not-technically-low-blood-sugar levels (today, 93)? Like, especially when it's that way when you have not been fasting, but also in general

3. How do you word "hey doc my records say you took my blood sugar when I was fasting, but I wasn't fasting. That was like an hour, hour and a half after lunch and I'd downed half a gatorade before I walked into the office and my blood sugar was in the 80s. Is that...maybe...a problem? That it's happened twice?" in a way doctors will care about?