#go OUTSIDE

[h47ing]

I don’t even know if buying Flipside is worth it (me btw)

Anyway, I like Jeffery from the first two games, not Flipside. I’ve been told he gotten more of a creep. Also suddenly everyone has a foot fetish too? It feels like the creator is just making a fetish game or either running out of ideas.

Anyway, Is flipside really worth the money of getting it? I was looking through the comments on Steam and they were saying everyones a pedophile, like yeah I get it. Everyone kind of was in the first 2 games but it had a comedic effect. Is this game just plain edgy and disturbing to watch? I don’t know, I want to get it in able to have all games but I have no idea if buying it is really worth is in the end.

anyway thanks. Tell me if it is worth the money.

[maureen2musings]

Evenings by the lake

Niilo Isotalo

[lichenaday]

Platismatia lacunosa 

Crinkled rag lichen

Why is she so shape? I don't know. One of the many perplexing mysteries of the lichen kingdom.

images: source

[rylivers]

every time i see people call 911 the queerbait show because of buddie

[rahyndeevip]

Outdoor Off Grid Shower on the Homestead. When you’re working on the property you gotta have a way to get clean !!

[faffreux]

if you harass people who selfship with or are just generally into villains bc you automatically think they approve of all of the actions of said villains in their respective series i'm sorry but you're a special kind of stupid 😭

[jingyuanswallet]

Might I suggest some reading material on neurobiology and neurodevelopment? https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4478390/

Tldr: Pedophilia isn't something you get from 'thinking about kids in sexual situations' just as you don't suddenly change sexual orientation from thinking about it.

people can like ts due to trauma but bro, instead of going on tumblr and making it normalized and spread to the whole wide world. go to a therapist and stop it instead of letting it get worse, the more you write about it and get validation on it by people just like them. they're gonna be like "oh okay, so ts is normal." when in REALITY its not, they say its gross irl but continue to say they have sexual thoughts about their sibling irl. im talking about a specific person in the hsr fandom, theres people with intrusive thoughts about the same shit but its usually people who seek help and dont talk about it on tumblr. they're sexualizing this and normalizing this, and romanticizing this. instead of using tumblr as a therapist and tagging it as a normal fanfic, go outside and seek help. NOT validation from people just like them.

[bonetrousledbones]

ao3 got ddos’d by a political hate group and ppl are trying to make it about ship discourse

[lytefaerie]

[gustavsbrainneuron]

I FUCKING HATE TOLL SHIPPERS WTF IS WRONG WITH THEEEEEMEMEMEMEMMEMWMWMWKWW IM GONNA BOMB THEM onE BY ONE.

"but they confirmed it, see this post/video on blablabla" NO. GET OUT, TOUCH SOMW GRASS, WORKOUT, MEDITATE, ETC ETC ETC I DONT.W KWNOW.

[h47ing]

WHY WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!!

It's cute when he talks about his interests though.... cutie patootie

[mykingdomforasong]

I do think the dumbest, most egregious overstatement of harm in fandom spaces is acting like someone is doing an active act of modern colonization because they ship two characters from a 2000s animated Nickelodeon show

[lichenaday]

Ramalina petrina

Appalachian trail lichen

In the midst of my academia-induced woes, I often dream of being one of those people who gives up everything to rediscover myself by walking a Camino, or climbing a mountain, or hiking along the Appalachian trail, but then those damned lichens always pull me back in. But it is nice to know that even if I decide to do any of those things, there will still be lichens like R. petrina along the way. You just can't escape these little guys--a thought as reassuring as it is mildly threatening.

images: source | source | source

[thefearedashantis]

Touch Grass

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: Reader makes Remus stand barefoot in grass to help his chronic pain

Warning: its pretty short

"Is this really necessary?"

You step into the grass with a frown “didn’t you say you were having a flare-up?”

“Killer”

“Then yes, it’s necessary.”

You and Remus have only been living in this house for a few months. It fell on the more expensive side of what you could afford, but you'd both agreed to cut back on a few luxuries until you developed a suitable spending cushion.

You'd chosen it because it was the only spot you'd viewed that really had your sole requirement. A yard. Even if only a measly few feet of it.

You thrived off being outside. A few minutes of sunlight and fresh air a day were enough to breeze you through a rough week. Sometimes, you would even retreat out here for hours at a time to just stare at the sky and listen to music. Falling asleep on more than one occasion.

All you had to do now was convince your indoorsy boyfriend just how beneficial the investment could be for him as well.

It's a beautiful day.

A perfectly clear blue sky. The neighbourhood in a lull as afternoon sweeps in. Signs of life drift over your high fence, allowing you to imagine what you couldn't physically see. Muffled chatter from a television, someone watching old reruns. The smell of freshly baked pastries, an oven timer chiming. The squeals and giggles of a child echoed by the rowdy grumble of a dog. That in particular was a sound you heard quite often these days. The people that lived directly beside you had a young son who relished in terrorizing their new Golden.

A gentle touch presses into your hip, startling you.

You turn to face Remus and almost break out into tears at the sight of him, already feeling guilty for forcing him off the couch.

He looks so frail for such an otherwise tall, imposing boy. Dark hair sticks to his damp forehead, sweater haphazardly thrown over his drooping shoulders. His skin is washed, cracked lips melded together in a grimace, and eyes glassy where they stare at you. Heavy lidded. He sways on bare feet. Fingers bunch into the fabric of your shirt and pull taught. You stumble a step at his grip.

Reaching out, your arms circle his waist “Here, lean on me." He's slumping forward before you've even finished offering. His face settles into the space between your neck and shoulder. He inhales deeply, suppressing a groan only for your benefit. With a sharp intake of air, he rubs his nose into your skin, allowing the next bellow of pain to slip free. The grisly sound of his teeth grinding makes your heart clench.

You're such a horrible person.

"Only for a few minutes Rem," you promise, sliding your hand into his hair to massage his scalp. He's putting much more weight on you than he usually allows. You have to lock your knees to steady you both.

“I'm burning” Remus complains.

You squint up at the sun. There's no cloud cover to protect you from its battering rays. "Sunlight is good for you." He'd been shut away in the house all week, with the curtains closed.

"Not if I end up with skin cancer."

You remind him of the sunscreen you'd so lovingly slathered on him prior to your journey outside. The citrusy aroma of it lingers on him. "The spf was pretty high."

This doesn't seem to appease him. Warm breath billows across the front of your face as Remus shifts to your other shoulder, hiding himself from direct contact. He does feel pretty warm. Overheating wouldn't do his exhausted body any good.

Tapping him twice, you try to dislodge your intertwined limbs. "I'll get you a hat." Some water as well. He could rest on the porch steps until you get back. You wait a beat for Remus to let go, and when he doesn't, tap him again.

"I'm fine like this," he mumbles, kissing the hollow of your throat lightly

You ask if he's sure but receive no response.

The two of you stand in the centre of your yard in comfortable silence for the next few minutes. Occasionally, Remus will groan and rearrange himself, to which you can provide little comfort other than a firm rub on the back. You don't want to disturb him, so you keep busy by wiggling your toes in the grass. It rained last night, the soil still damp. The cool ground feels good.

After a while, Remus eases some of his weight. Leaning up, he bumps your foreheads together. Cheek to Cheek, he rests his lips against your ear, sending a pleasant jolt down your spine. He whispers, "So what's the science behind this?"

"Well, it's called grounding." As soon as you say it, you feel stupid.

Remus has dealt with chronic pain for as long as you've known him. Has tried every remedy there was. Who were you to think you'd found all the answers from one of your silly little deep dives.

Your palms start to get clammy. How could you explain to him that you were forcing him into discomfort to satisfy your own curiosities.

"Go on, don't get shy now." Remus can feel the sudden tension in your posture. Pressing in closer, he virtually fuses your bodies together.

"Imagine your body is like a phone," you start. "You have to recharge it regularly for it to work properly. Grounding is like plugging your phone, yourself, in. When you do it, you connect your body to the electrical energy of the Earth. Simple things like walking barefoot on grass or leaning against a tree or deep breaths of fresh air can rejuvenate you." And just to sound like you have some sort of good reasoning you tack on "Its supposed to be anti-inflammatory." At least that's what every nature healing blog you'd read claimed.

Remus remains quiet as if he's waiting for you to say more. Your nerves fizzle with embarrassment.

"Is it working?" You wonder aloud, more to yourself than anything.

Remus tips the two of you side to side with a long hum. Nimble fingers play at the edge of your top, gliding upwards to push at the pluff of your tummy. "I'm not sure, but you’re soft."

You struggle to contain a giggle when they slide even higher. Up and up until they brush along the underside of your chest.

Yanking his hands down, you nip at his chin. "A few more minutes, and then we’ll go inside." Maybe you'd even reward him for not laughing outright at your idea.

My back hurts - XoXo Jermaine

divider: @plutism

[bunnidot0rg]

I’m sorry but that awkward interaction between Allan and Charlie is just…I know it was meant to be funny but it made me cringe in a way where I didn’t find it funny cos I thought the original scene in season 1 was cute but damn I guess not now. Like it’s still a funny bit with the surrealism and shit but yeah that’s just me.

ALSO!!!! This isn’t a critique, just me rambling, IT GIVES ME THE VIBES OF LIKE when an autistic or neurodivergent person does something that’s considered strange and weird or they don’t get boundaries, and then they get chastised and berated at for it. And they genuinely don’t understand. I’m sorry but that and the implication that Charlie has kinda been avoiding Allan because of what he did is actually destroying me like ohh my God I’m sick to my stomach.

LOOK AT HOW APOLOGETIC AND UPSET HE LOOKS OH MY BABY

Also I spoke to my friend and she said people over on TikTok because of course it’s people over on TikTok are saying that this scene is connected to male assault victims and yk media can be interpreted however tf you want but. This a scene about a critter sucking another critters nose. Idk it’s just making me mad that people are insinuating there’s more to what is supposed to be a funny scene. It’s smiling friends you guys! Not fucking…Bojack Horseman. Please be normal. Christ!

[theshadowsingersraven]

day 4376 of me begging people in this fanbase to remember that these characters are not real and therefore do not have "boundaries" that can be crossed outside of the narrative, and whatever they want is what sjm decides they want. even if something unforeseen comes up in her writing, sjm still wrote these characters to be this way, and authors don't always foresee things in the planning process that will end up true to the character later on. that doesn't mean her remarks on characters not working out or working out differently than she planned should be interpreted as the character suddenly having autonomous wants and controlling sjm's decisions 💀