#idk maybe its been said before

[lurkiestvoid]

If you're like me and struggle with pain and spoons, and the dishes keep piling up to an unholy level, may I recommend: Throw Those Fuckers In The Tub.

I get to sit down while doing the dishes (we don't have a stool tall enough for the kitchen sink) and I can soak all of them at once in very hot water, reducing the number of batches it takes to one (1). I can lean back/adjust as needed and I'm not stuck in the One Half-Bent Position that causes me extreme back pain just to be able to reach the sink, and I can lean my weight on the edge of the tub to let it do most the work of holding me up.

I just put all the dishes in an empty tote and dragged it into the bathroom, took like three trips but they're all soaking now. I cleaned the kitchen counter and sink, and already feel so much better just having that grossness out of the kitchen.

And later I'm going to drastically downsize the amount of dishes by either giving them away/donating or tossing them, it's just easier to do that (for me) when they're clean. fewer dishes might mean quicker pileups but those piles will be SO much smaller and less overwhelming to deal with.

I do also recommend countertop dishwashers that hook to the sink, they're fairly cheap and do work well. We have one, just haven't been able to use it bc the kitchen tap leaks quite a lot, and fixing that too extremely low priority to be budgeted. So we're stuck handwashing for now.

Anyways just a periodic reminder that there are no rules, and to do things in whatever way is easiest for you and your situation

[waterfallofspace]

Anyone else not able to say 'bless you', either because it feels too personal, embarrassing, slightly erotic or a mixture of all of the above-

Buuuuuut also whenever an event interrupts the conversation, you feel so much more awkward not saying anything/commenting on it at all, and so you wish you could just... say that phrase, or have some other thing that makes sense to say to just- shrug it off???

[icecreamsodaaaaa]

Thoughts on different dragons having cultures and different languages?

[faaun]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

[chaoticpandemonium]

Obligatory pre-season 4 rewatch and I cannot stop thinking about the parallels between Hughie and Queen Maeve. We see both Hughie and Maeve struggling to cope with deaths they are/feel responsible for in S1. Hughie struggling in the bowling alley vs Maeve struggling during the Flight 37 memorial. Both of them following the lead of someone who seems more powerful than them and is offering them some sort of 'strength' even at the cost of themselves. (The parallels between Butcher and Homelander are their own thing entirely)

We're almost seeing the same story from different points. With Hughie we are watching his downfall as he wrecks his relationships with the people he cares about. Annie struggling to support him and keep him on track, watching him become more and more like Butcher. Whereas with Maeve she has already fallen as far as she can go and we are watching her dig herself out. She reaches out to Elena and slowly rebuilds their relationship pulling away from Homelander and trying to escape him and his influence.

In S3 we see Maeve finally make her escape from Vought and Homelander, but we see Hughie at his lowest so far following Butcher and leaving The Boys behind (essentially signing up to slowly kill himself).

[puppyeared]

Angel except their halo is the star shaped braces on their teeth. Angel except their trumpet is a small keychain of a cat that meows when you press it. Do you see where I’m going with this

[zebratimw]

[deoidesign]

I adore reading your rambling tags, don't stop posting things there 😩

Don't you worry. I think I might be incapable of stopping idk what happened I never used to tag ramble

[allgremlinart]

can anyone else find my kyoshi warrior!sokka bodyguard smut... . 🧍🏻I put it in my art tag so it SHOULD be there but it's not . . did Tumblr delete it COMPLETELY and not tell me ... ?

[aerithisms]

whenever people talk about ideas for the "whoniverse" i always can't help but be like. but what's the point. like people talk about the potential of setting shows "in the doctor who universe" but doctor who barely has a consistent universe that's the whole appeal! the show constantly makes shit up in order to facilitate whatever story it's telling that particular week and that often involves contradicting itself and none of us care because nobody is coming to doctor who for expansive lore. the show's entire MO is that it can do anything and be anything all on its own. what can an expanded universe possibly do but dilute that

[ant-diary]

I think I have maybe decided to tell someone I no longer want to be friends with them, but I'm wondering if I should give it a few more days before I commit to it

[todayisafridaynight]

what are your interests that aren’t yakuza

uhm. a lot !!! I think !!!

[sonknuxadow]

ian flynn answered in a recent bumblekast that the mystery girl is STILL relevant to Something. he just cant say. theyre basically playing the Extreme long game with her

god damn . i literally cant think of any reason why they would tease her so early if whatever she was made for wouldnt be announced for at least 2 full years after that video was posted

[faaun]

i feel rly sad and conflicted abt one of my best friends on earth but idk who to ask for advice bc i usually would have consulted her in this situation lmao

[bangcakes]

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[triglycercule]

guys i havent written since may (for killer's birthday) but stupid silly swapinverse has been on my mind for a little bit and i threw together this silly (he has a panic attack and throws up) little short draft 4 swapinverse horror!!

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“hah… ah… oh god… no, no, nonono…”

he ran. sprinted through the forest like a frightened deer, his demeanor that of prey, although his previous actions aligned more of a predator. panting and shaking, his mind cycled through countless variations of how to react to what just happened, what he just did.

how should he react? how could he react? it was impossible to tell for him in the panicked state. and as the trees in snowdin slowly began to surround him (but weren't they always doing that?), paranoia couldn't run anymore. he was surrounded, he was blocked off, he couldn't escape. not from horrortale, not from snowdin, not from the dusty graveyard he had just left it, and not from the blood smeared across his mouth.

“no, i- what did, what did i do? paps, snowdin, even-undick, no, it-”

paranoia’s incoherent rambles brought his hands to wander across his face, tugging at the massive hole in his skull spanning majority of the left side of his head. picking at the chipped bone didn't help, it never did, but a nervous habit was unbreakable, and he was more than nervous in this moment. in fact, quite terrified. everything was terrifying. he was terrifying. and as the slightest hint of red blood touched his sleeve, the once red, now magenta eye quickly locked onto it, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

“fuck- oh god, no, aliza-!”

falling to his knees, a disgustingly gorey mess of red, pink, and black spilled from his mouth. sounds of retching and hurling were all that filled the empty forest, and paranoia couldn't bear to look down and see the mess he’d made. the mess he’s caused. wasted food, he would've said. but that statement normally only applied to others. he never imagined using it on himself. choking on his spit and certainly not his blood, tears fell from his eye, joining the vomit and blood seeping into the snow. strange. paranoia didn't think he had enough magic to even shed tears anymore. just for the bare necessities. he managed to surprise even himself, after all this time.

but could it be could be considered surprise, or rather terror? he fit up to his name, certainly horrified at his own actions. forcing out as much of the grossness he could that he’d just consumed, paranoia couldn't help but look down at what he’d done.

red. a lot of red. too much red. he’d never been queasy before, never. he had to adapt to it, being the one to hunt down humans that ran or sneak up on those when times got desperate. there was no time or need to be queasy at what he even considered his job before. a duty he had to do.

but now, there was too much red. far too much red. and he didn't know why, although he totally knew, but paranoia couldn't stomach it. he just threw his guts out (shouldn't they be aliza’s guts, or no?), and here he was, wanting to throw up until his SOUL shattered. his SOUL cycled through those strange 4 shapes, unsure of which to settle on. he couldn't blame it. paranoia himself was unsure of what was even going on anymore. he wanted to run, but was frozen. he wanted to scream, but didn't know who at.

everything was contradicting. everything was going on, and not enough was given for paranoia to understand how to deal with it. and with a muttered curse, he flopped on his side onto the somehow dry snow, losing consciousness in the haze of fear now intermingled with his SOUL.

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ik theres probably grammar mistakes i wrote this on my phone,,,, but like idk. had idea for a little moment in paranoia's lore and i sure as hell didn't wanna draw it so i wrote it as an easier media! god this is so much easier compared to drawing idk why i dont do this more often (because youre lazy silly!) anyways swapinverse silly i love swapinverse. i've only thrown up like never so i dont know if this works. also never had a panic attack (i think) and AGAIN i dont know if this is accurate but whatever i dont write to be good i write for expressing my ideas. like everything i do