#it could be dehydration

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damn existing is hard

[archiarthur]

[starheirxero]

Laes really does not stop breaking our hearts, eh?

Earth's words especially struck a cord of me.

Eclipse feels like he's never been in control, because he wasn't. He was abandoned by old Moon. In both their heads, he was the problem.

Every single day he had to watch through Sun's eyes, as another him got to live the life he wanted. And even that wasn't enough for old Moon, considering the star exists.

And once it all got too much, he decided to take control, and even then he felt rejected.

He made himself his own brother, but never actually got close to him, because he was afraid of being abandoned again. And he was, but this time, the problem was himself.

The only time he really had control was, when he got that damn star, and even then, he couldn't do anything.

He didn't know what he wanted anymore, this grand dream suddenly didn't feel worth it anymore…

And even now he's not in control! He thought, he could at least rest in death, but not even that is given to him!

My damn heart can't take this…

-Stardust

RIGHT??? RIGHTTTTTT?????? 😭😭😭

ECLIPSE HAS LITERALLY NEVER BEEN IN CONTROL AND IT KILLS MEEEEE.....

From body to body, losing person after person, and now being brought back every time he dies??? It's so insanely sad to me that, even during his most "in control" moments, he isn't really. Like you said, with the star he ended up not knowing what he wanted to do anymore and it started to gnaw at him from the inside out!! During the october takeover, even though he had Lunar under his thumb, the bodies they had weren't theirs!! It's so fucked up!!!!

I wish Eclipse wasn't so terribly emotionally constipated bc holy shit I would have adored to have that touched on more. Even through all his walls and masks and edge, he told Earth that waking up outside his own body was "horrifying" and that just gutted me. And what gutted me even more is that when Earth sympathized with him he just totally backpedaled!!!

He was almost, like, embarrassed at having said anything even remotely honest! Like he opened up the tiniest bit and it wasn't handled in a way he liked so he immediately shut it back down.

He drives me up the WALLS I love him so much. He's like the trauma and issues georg of the show 2 me </3

[thegirlinthecher]

Artist credit: manjyuya100 on Twitter

[venomgaia]

Guys that go bump in the night

(minorly inspired by @karniss-bg3 's response to this ask)

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Man, sometimes living alone with ADHD really do be like:

Me: Huh, I wonder why I'm so shaky and tired and seeing spots everywhere

Also me: *hasn't eaten food in two days, hasn't had water in just as long, has been hunched over current hyper fixation for hours without moving, hasn't seen sunlight in days*

Me: .... Just one of life's great mysteries I suppose

[dailykugisaki]

Day ninety-five | id in alt

Long time no Nanami💥

[carrymelikeimcute]

I know it's probably because I've been hurt before by gays being abruptly buried (BtVS, Killing Eve, SPN, IT - endless list) but hear me out, hear me the fuck out here.

Given the bts video, it's looking likely that Izzy will be at least badly hurt and maybe, maybe! they think he's dead and it sort of looks like Ed is covering his face with his jacket, the whole crew behind him and Stede's also there, standing over the body of someone wearing what looks like a greenscreen sock.

Stop crying and listen. Here, have a cup of tea.

This would be the perfect call-back, to Ed being dead-but-not-really-dead.

We know Izzy kept his body aboard, might even have been the one to cover his face. But Ed came back, because there WAS someone there waiting for him.

And with all the development of Izzy and his relationship with the crew, with Stede and even with Ed, they will be waiting for him. They'll be there.

Do I want my sprizzy moment in there, like if Lucius puts the shark in his hand and he grabs onto it, so they're both holding it again??? SURE, I'm a lil sprizzy goblin and I'd nom that the fuck up.

BUT

Shipper glasses off for a minute, I believe in the rest of this scenario.

I believe and I am not ready to be hurt again.

[anyajkramer]

I'm spreading the centipede gospel. Hmu. please god ask me about centipedes. fuck fuck fuck oh my god. fuck they are so cool. some of them are k-selected!!!! they love their babies.! im like. im fucking crying theyre so awesome. their legs get longer along their bodies. theyre so much better than millipedes. what who said that. fuck oh my god.

[mcgnussen]

okay so there's an explanation for why k-mag got mad at his race engineer. so earlier in the race then mark told kevin that he was "looking at p11 if he kept the pace" and kevin apparently thought that meant he was p11, so when alex got a penalty then kev thought he was driving to defend the point and then when mark told him to change setting then it must have been something that would have made him lose time and kevin was like "wtf i'm fighting for a point here" and was super frustrated but alas he wasn't...

kevin apologised to his race engineer for getting angry after the race. i think the heat also got to him. kev could barely get out of the car and looked like he was on the verge of collapse before one of the mechanics blew cool air in his face.

[pyrepostings]

whumpee who's only given soft water to drink/bathe with.

[starbiology]

I just saw another post about this so this is a public service annoucement.

Stop watering your orchid with ice!

Take that tag and chuck it in the garbage! Phalaenopsis orchids are tropical and will slowly suffer when treated this way.

Phal Orchids are incredibly easy to take care of, the problem is all the purposeful misinformation.

To water your orchid, soak the plant in a sink of room temp water for 15-30 min about once a week then shake the water off. If the moss/bark is still damp between waterings leave it until the moss/bark dries. Be careful to not get the leaves or center (crown) of the plant wet, remove the water from the leaves with a paper towel if you do by accident.

Miss Orchid Girl on Youtube has some amazing video guides on care

[whatudottu]

Thinking about fucked up dead people clone human Predaking again- have a gaunt but muscular dragon!

[inamindfarfaraway]

Team Chaotix in Sonic Prime

My headcanons for what Vector the Crocodile, Espio the Chameleon and Charmy Bee are like in the Shatterspaces.

New Yoke City

Vector’s variant is called Missile (a missile is a vector, having direction and magnitude). He embodies Vector’s responsibility, practicality and seriousness. He was trying to make a difference as a teenage detective when the dystopian city appeared around him four years ago and it became clear that, with the Chaos Council’s control of the new justice system and law enforcement, the person he aspired to be would never make it. Of course he wants to fight, but the Council is brutal and their absolute power seems impossible to overthrow. He soon ended up with two children in his care, one only a toddler. If he got arrested, killed or roboticized, what would happen to them? If the three of them had the Council’s protection, on the other hand, as per the contract of an exclusive, specialized detective agency who would do whatever dirty work they were ordered to… he knows that those tyrants are the reason his kids have nobody else. He knows that the vast majority of people he leads the robotic police to don’t deserve any punishment, and none of them could deserve the cruel horrors they get. He knows that he isn’t a hero - that he may even be the exact opposite. And he hates it. But any money that keeps his family alive is money worth having, he’s regretfully decided. Big concepts like good and evil are none of his concern. He’s just trying to pay the rent. It’s too late to back out now, anyway. Now that the people are rebelling en masse and the Council is busy exploring the Shatterverse, he’s desperately waiting for things to stabilize and daring to hope against hope that some positive change occurs. And that the citizens don’t recognize the collaborateurs in their midst and turn on them.

Espio’s variant is called Trace. He embodies Espio’s stoicism and pragmatism. His ninja training was cut short - and his village razed and everyone he knew killed or taken prisoner - when the Chaos Council remade the world in their image. But he’s gained plenty of experience in stealth, deception, infiltration, espionage and combat working in the Chaos Detective Agency. Dishonour means nothing to a ninja. That’s what he tells himself, at least. On the outside, he’s reserved and aloof, a cold, ruthless foe. He will only show his family the slightest show of emotion. Internally, however, his repressed grief for his old family, community, home and life; guilt, shame and self-loathing due to his service to the Council; and years of accumulated trauma are brewing into a storm that he barely keeps contained under the surface. He’s afraid of his feelings burdening his teammates and distracting them from what’s most important: survival.

Charmy’s variant is called Sting. He embodies Charmy’s eagerness to be helpful and fighting spirit. He can’t remember anything except New Yoke and doesn’t understand much of how his society works, but he knows that his family’s work is very important to them being alive and wants to be a part of it. He does notice their stress and the general unpleasantness everywhere and can infer that circumstances could be improved. But their work being dangerous is all the more reason he should help! Teamwork makes the dream work, right? Danger just adds to the fun of stopping ‘bad guys’. He’s also terrified that if they leave him behind, they might not come back. So he kept breaking out and running away when Missile and Trace went on missions until they agreed to train him and let him join them. He revels in the thrill of action and finds people getting hurt amusing the way a six-year-old boy can, not emotionally connecting to anyone he’s told they need to catch and earnestly believing that their enemies must be in the wrong. He often imitates Missile when trying to be tough and intimidating.

Boscage Maze

Vector’s variant is called Reed. He embodies Vector’s optimism, lightheartedness and musical side, and tends to have his coarser manners too. He, the other two and Cream and Vanilla’s variants are in a different small tribe to the Scavengers and haven’t yet met them, so Thorn Rose didn’t banish them to the emergent layer; they are nomadic and moving toward the Scavengers’ territory. He’s cheerful and generous, always ready to raise the tribe’s morale. He can be immature and irresponsible at times, more focused on enjoying life and entertaining his companions than applying maximum effort to practical tasks. He’s highly resourceful when it comes to instruments and has invented drums and a reed flute. He loves to play them and sing. He’s also bold enough to flirt with Vanilla and the casual first stage of a romance is budding between them.

Espio’s variant is called Berry. He embodies Espio’s caution, wisdom and love of art and culture. Yes, that’s in this dimension. The tribe took him in after they crossed paths when he was eight, him having previously had to survive on his own for as long as he can remember. He’s mature beyond his years, highly knowledgeable about the forest’s flora and fauna, wary and prepared to defend his tribe from any threat using his carved flint blades and hand-to-hand skills. He used to find it difficult to relax, but has learned to unwind through playing a shamisen-esque string instrument Reed built for him and painting with plant pigments. While acutely aware of nature’s hazards, he can still appreciate its wonder and majesty and respects it.

Charmy’s variant is called Honey. He embodies Charmy’s innocent kindness, friendliness and trusting nature. He and Cream’s variant are best friends and adoptive siblings, since his parents entrusted their friend Vanilla with him when they left on an exploratory expedition in his infancy. They didn’t return. But Honey doesn’t mind. He has everything he needs right here. The one thing he can think of that would make his life better is a friend who can fly like he can.

No Place

Vector’s variant is called Bullion (because of precious metal and a male crocodile is a bull). He embodies Vector’s sharp intelligence, charisma, greed and courage. He left his home island in a modest but sturdy vessel, dubbed the Treasure Trove, to seek his fortune and established himself as a travelling merchant. Cunning, socially savvy and theatrical, he is willing to (if you insist on using such accusatory language) ‘scam’ customers and has an endless supply of get-rich-quick schemes. He and his crew live in a fiercely competitive, unpredictable environment full of pirates! Material wealth is essential! That being said, he isn’t all talk. He will brave high seas and stormy weather, chart uncharted waters and do business with anyone to obtain the best goods and things no other merchant is selling, and the genuine quality and rarity of a lot of his stock keep people endeared to him despite his rough edges and occasional bad deal. He takes pride in his competence as a salesman and seafarer and part of him is more fulfilled by honest work. Not that he’ll admit that. He’s very attached to his swashbuckling rogue self-image.

Espio’s variant is called Fathom (a measure of water depth and a verb for contemplative thought and understanding). He embodies Espio’s firm sense of morality and diligence. He met Bullion when the crocodile docked at his home island and, struck with wanderlust and needing a job to get by, Fathom offered to manage his finances with his advanced mathematical ability and do some manual labour. Bullion agreed, but it didn’t take Fathom long to figure out that he was both running a con and a broke mess. A weirdly likeable broke mess. In the aftermath of Fathom exposing the con, the customers angrily demanding refunds and the Treasure Trove being hastily undocked, they made a deal to support and protect each other, with Fathom promising to follow his boss’s lead on the strict condition that Bullion stayed on the straight and narrow. He’s a dutiful hard worker, patient and polite. He tries to remain calm and be civil to everyone no matter how wild things get. He grounds his crewmates, restraining their more energetic, eccentric and, most frustratingly for him, selfish and amoral behaviour. He knows they can be better. And when they are, it’s extremely rewarding. But they certainly test him - though he won’t deny that the motley crew all truly care about each other and would stick together through anything.

Charmy’s variant is called Dodger. He embodies Charmy’s mischievous, irreverent side. He was born to pirates and left at an orphanage on one of the larger islands, but could never follow rules or be satisfied with a simple, mundane life in one place. He wanted excitement, and usually made his own by causing trouble and playing tricks. He totally wasn’t lonely. One day he stowed away on a ship. His plan was to steal all the stuff he could carry on him and fly off. Bullion and Fathom, the sailors who caught him, took a liking to him and were hesitant to send him back to his boring, miserable old home once he explained his life before. They were nice and cool and made him feel wanted and like he belonged more than anyone else ever had, so he hung around. Bullion makes him do chores, but respects his pranking prowess and nerve. Fathom is a great listener and playmate, albeit sometimes a killjoy.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.

The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.

"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."

And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.

Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.

That person was a child.

I was a child.

It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.

I'm not ashamed.

I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.

I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.

If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.

[heywriters]

what is the one food or ingredient you avoid simply because it was in every meal you had as a kid and you're sick of it? mine is zucchini