#got worse over the years

[apollolewis]

Two of my cats are brothers and they look and act very differently. One of the obvious examples being that one of them is a tabby and the other is completely white with hetrochromia. Another thing about them is that they don't like to be held the same. The tabby brother loves to be held facing me so he can headbutt my deviated septum into the proper place. The other one prefers that I hold him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I don't even have to hold onto him he'll just hand off my shoulder, clawing into my back in the process. He isn't happy when I try to hold him any other way.

My female cat doesn't like to be held at all. I can't make the judgement of if male cats are friendlier because the only female cats I've owned have been originally barn cats who were only semi domesticated when we got them. They've also all been Siamese mixes before the pair my family got last year. Even my friendliest cat before was a siamese mix with an orange tabby coat. He was also a fucking demon, he was the rare mix of friendly and mean. He comforted me after I got wisdom teeth removed and he also would chase after our dogs (one of which was a cane corso).

[sapphirefox1995]

Shout out to little kid me who had chronic pain and was so confused how anyone with chronic pain can deal with it because "I'm this is normal, then imagine how they'd must feel!"

[n7punk]

what's the worst thing you watched and kept up with (at least for a while) because you were gay and begging for scraps? mine was probably pretty little liars

[sysig]

A very normal scientist doing very normal gene splicing experiments (Patreon)

[dailyriolu]

A silly guide on how I draw normal Riolu vs My sona

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

one of the worst dark era things is actually how dazais shown to have hair under his bandages. like no wonder hes worse id want to kill myself too

[aurorangen]

It was about time for Renee to find out

Transcript & Explanation:

[Renee walks along the beach and sees Robbie with his friends…and Keon]

Renee: I need to speak to you. Robbie: [sighs] What do you want? Spit it out here. Renee: Alone.

Renee: Stay away from Keon. Robbie: Why should I do that? [under his breath] My god you're so fucking annoying. Renee: [debating whether to tell him what happened] He's trouble.

Robbie: I don't know what history you two have or how you even know him, but at least Keon treats me like someone. Not invisible like you do to me at school. Renee: Why can't you listen to me for once? I'm telling you the truth-

Robbie: When things go well, you come and ruin it. But do you know how humiliating it was starting high school and getting ignored by your sister? Oh you don't want to be related to the loser with no friends. Renee: [quietly then loses it] No, it's not like that, that's not fucking important right now-

Robbie: How your reputation as top student would fall if you talked to me? How people pity you for having a brother with issues? Renee: [Renee has never been this angry] Robbie, shut up and listen to me.

Robbie: Get lost. I don't wanna hear it.

...

I know I didn't show any of their interactions at school or focus much on Robbie having a hard time, but everything he said is true: Renee has not been the most supportive big sister. Being overshadowed by her all his life, pressure from his Dad as a kid, favouritism, low confidence, everything adds up to how he is now. And it really is a shame he doesn't believe Renee.

[lornasaurusrex]

I miss you Lorna… this is such a mess

This is an old message and I had several other similar messages, but I miss you guys and hope you’re all doing well!! I’m sorry to see nothing has improved.

I saw I was kindly mentioned by @awesomefringey and some other commenters the other day, so just wanted to log in and say hello and log back out for a few more months. 💕

Sending so so much love to all of you. Take care of yourselves and each other, please.

The video is still on YT.

[eerna]

honestly Noragami deserves some kind of an award for being the most intense downward spiral of "it can't get any worse than THIS, right???" I've ever read. I haven't known peace since Kazuma did that stupid spell on Yukine and it's only gone downwards from there

[astrobei]

just filed an amendment to my taxes all on my own i am sweating and throwing up and covered in blood but i did it 🥳

[carefulfears]

very hung up on the first thing that mulder says about phoebe being "she was brilliant. i got in over my head. and, uh, paid the price."

[cinnamon-phrog]

I feel too sick to sleep right now, everything's' too cold or too hot and I can't even breathe without thinking I'm gonna throw up

[svampira]

if you've seen me post this already no you did naut anyways human elias

[this-should-do]

god i am obsessed eith the tonal shift between ahlf life 1 and 2 in regard to the sense of success at ur accomplisments

in 1, nothing you do ever gives u a sense of success or accomplishment, u killed people, u killed aleins but u have so much more to do. its an empty feeling, oh u killed the tentacles? cool go down the hole, dog urself deeper into this mess. oh you killed the gargantua and turned on the railway? go down deeper into the water and blood deeper into the bowels of the beast you created of the facility. you kill the nihilanth and u look up at the fireworks knoeing you are going to die, you cannot escape the explosion and the mess youve created. ur pulled from the mess and you are told you have guranteed urself a future of killing and endless battles or a battle u can never win. mothing you do matter none of it is worth anything. you are cold and alone and soaked in blood and people are only getting more scared

but in 2 the mood shifts, the smallest battles give people hope for a future. you can kill even a few soldiers and even if you do have to go deeper, the people around you cheer, if only for a moment, theyre alive and breathing and so are you. so many things yo do youre asked to do them again and again and each time these people are excited, thwyre grasping for a semblance of hope til thwir nails bleed and they cheer becuz they are alive and in the sun and watching their breath freeze as they cheer in the cold air of the mountains. the grass is green and growing and its more life than uve seen since before you moved to the middle of a desert to work in a concrete prison far from the warmth of the sun where it bakes all that it touches.

do you think gordon feels the happiness of the rebels? feels a sense of accomolishment in even the smallest thing he does? is he satisfied or fullfilled for helpjng these people? can he feel the sun warm the skin of his face and the bite of eastern european chill on his nose the way the rebels do? does he relish in that he is alive still? is he coming back? or do you think he still feels dull as he sinks deeper and deeper into the recesses of his mind and the concrete cage of balck mesa where his old life died?

[delisocks]

i know we as a fandom have already been to hell and back with rewindo and kanga man and i’m like. Yeah i see it and have gone insane over it and he just wants to start over and trans jesse is literally canon but like. i think there’s something to be said for hover man, too: “he’s always got a six-inch cushion of air under his feet,” jesse explains. and who is that if not jesse pinkman? always a cushion of air between him and the ground, always presenting as something Larger than himself. you can’t win the game as a kicked puppy, so you’re cap’n cook, you’re diesel, you’re a blowfish. you’re equal parts lover and son, someone that can be projected onto and Molded at will. and jesse Knows it, even if he doesn’t know that he knows. he knows that this world was not made for guys who rescue beetles and keep crayons in a bowl on their coffee table, so it’s important to maintain those six inches of separation. because what do you do when the cushion fails, when you come crashing back to earth and scrape your knees? he’s never learned to cope with the sting. the cycle repeats and inevitably you find yourself curled against the aux in a haunted house, head buzzing, clawing at your own skin. desperate for escape. “they all look like you,” jane observes Then, leaning into jesse. “i wonder what a shrink would say if he saw them.” and she may be a ghost, but for a moment he becomes transparent. it’s freeing, in a way.

[luxaofhesperides]

doctors give the strangest compliments. just got told the blood vessels in the backs of my eyes are beautiful