#it sucks dude

[mollymarymarie]

as an incentive for me to write ... at SOME point ... here is a snippet of the last thing I wrote (it's SatoSugu, btw):

Sometime just before dawn, they’d fallen asleep – Satoru in Suguru’s bed, Suguru curled up in the armchair in the corner. They’d nearly fallen asleep together in Suguru’s bed, but Suguru had enough sense and experience to know that was a potentially fatal mistake, so he’d moved to the armchair.

After only a few hours of rest, they were brutally jolted awake by Shoko’s shrill voice. “OH MY GOD, SATORU, WHAT THE FUCK,” because of course, she screamed it, just to scare the hell out of them.

After startling upright in his chair, Suguru groaned, “Jesus, fuck, Shoko,” holding his hand to his chest, blinking against the fatigue in his eyes. He glanced over to Satoru, still in his bed, rolling over lazily.

“It was Suguru’s idea,” he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion, smirk just barely visible.

“Don’t let him lie to you, Shoko,” Suguru said, mumbling his words out through a wide yawn as he picked up whatever object was nearest to him so he could throw it at Satoru’s face. It was a paperback. It hit him square in the forehead. Satoru cursed loudly, rubbing his face and glaring at his attacker. “He literally waltzed in here last night, pinned me to the mattress and said, ‘Let me touch you, Suguru’.”

“You didn’t listen, did you??” Shoko screeched, throwing her hands out to both sides.

“I mean…” Suguru said, dragging out the vowels to buy himself time. “He’s not dead, is he?”

“Can I say something?” Satoru began, and despite the fact that Shoko loudly answered with ‘NO,’ he continued talking, leaning around Shoko to give Suguru a suggestive look. “As I recall, you weren’t exactly complaining when you were calling out my name. I think your exact wording was ‘Oh, Christ, Satoru’,” he dramatized with an exaggerated and breathy moan. Suguru leaned back in his armchair.

“That’s cute,” Suguru said, folding his hands behind his head just to revel in the way Satoru appreciated his change in posture. “Coming from you, Mr. ‘Imagine my tongue in your mouth’.”

“Satoru, get out before one of us kills you,” Shoko said with an exasperated sigh.

As Satoru gave him one last look, Suguru said with a smirk, “I had a lovely time last night.”

On his way out, Satoru blew him a kiss. “I’ll call you, sweetheart.”

“I hate you both,” Shoko said with a violent roll of her eyes, but Suguru could see the furtive, victorious smile tucked away in the corner of her lips.

[horse-shit]

i figured something out {mostly about myself}

please tell me you get it--

[teartra]

So uh... what's going on with Infinity Train?

Here’s the official statement from Owen Dennis from his newsletter about— whatever’s going on

[draxum-was-already-taken]

// hehehehe >:3

ALSO MATH SUCKS I HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN OVER ALGEBRA BECAUSE THEY HID AN EXTRA ASSESSMENT IN THE LESSON SO I GOT SUPER HOPEFUL THINKING I WAS DONE BUT NOOO AND I HAD NO PREPREP I WAS TOSSED INTO THE DEEP END OF ALGEBRA WITH NO WARNING IM INCREDIBLY SALTY ABOUT IT. - ✏️

// ooc YES YES YES YES I AGREE MATHS FUCKING SUCK BRO AND I AM TAKING C A L C U L U S

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[jeanivere]

sketch feat. the tweets that inspired it

tell me you guys get it tho like why is he built

[padmestrilogy]

best scene in the prequels is when anakin and padme have just landed on naboo & padme goes “hmm being a childqueen might’ve fucked me up a bit” and anakin, former 9yo slave separated from his mom, confronted for perhaps the first time with the idea that childhood trauma effects you later in life, goes “nuh uh”

[orandoggo]

I've come to a point where I think I barely have enough 'happy' in me to give to other people, and barely enough 'happy' to give even to myself

[redneckangelsdrinkmoonshine]

Working out in a gym after a 6 month break due to depression lowkey worsened my depression

[giritina]

This 2chan board i found is making me fucking crazy. If you were curious if chan board users were universally pathetic

[charlottan]

still thinking about this picture from an nft convention

[rainofthetwilight]

KAI. WHAT WAS YOUR VISION KAI. KAI WHAT WAS YOUR VISION

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT THEM LIKE THAT. WHAT WAS YOUR VISION

[colin-becher-death-countdown]

Some dude named Darrien:

"I barely had a pot to piss in."

Also some dude named Darrien:

"So I put in my last few grand."

"stepping off a yacht"

"in the middle of the night with a thousand-dollar case"

"I started with a couple of small tests. Nothing huge. I bet a thousand quid"

[cyanastrologist]

❌ Ned Fulmer was fired for cheating

✔️ Ned Fulmer was fired for tarnishing his own brand, and becoming a liability to the company.

[bigcatbulges]

Source - chung0u0

(Artist's Patreon Fanbox and FurAffinity)

[inkskinned]

it just sucks because nothing is ever fucking made for you, and if it is made for you like 75% of the time it gets chopped into little pieces by every person alive because this is the one thing you have, so it has to prove itself to you.

like, a thing can't just be for women. men need to assign it to women. women have to experience "must" or "should" before their hobbies and passions - women are allowed to do silly, passive things like tuck our ankles and titter behind a fan, or something. women are allowed to, they are welcomed to. like the world is a house and we are supposed to be in the kitchen and now we are being given the divine right to enter the living room if we bring chips

because when it becomes for you, or about you, that is when the thing is vile. you should/must wear makeup so you can appear beautiful to men. once you wear makeup for yourself, or because you yourself enjoy putting it on, then you are no longer doing the right thing. there is a reason men hate certain fashion trends. there is a reason men hate things like the pumpkin spice latte - because it's not about them. you are buying it because it is good for you. they degrade your passions and interests. there is a reason women-led fields are largely seen as being "not a real" profession. when you are a good cook, that is because you can provide for him. close your eyes. you're not going to be a chef, be honest. that is a man making food for himself.

bras are made so breasts will be appealing to men. they are rarely about comfort or support. you have given up entirely on the idea of pockets. young girls have to worry about a shorter inseam on their shorts. a girl on instagram gets her septum pierced, and men in the comments are rabid about it - i just want to rip it out of her face. she'd be beautiful without it.

and fucking everything is for them. even the media that is "for you" is for them, eventually. remember "my little pony"? remember how hard it is to convince any executive to believe that little girls are worth selling to? in the media that is for you, you see little ways that you still need to make it accessible for them - the man is always powerful, smart, masculine. he is a man's man. the media usually forgives him. it usually says okay, some men are awful, but hey! gotta love 'em. because if you don't hold their hands and say "this is literally just a story about my lived reality", they shit their pants about it. they demand you put them into the media that's for you.

these are people who are so used to glutting themselves on the world. they are used to having every corner and every dollar and every place of leadership. so you say can i please have one slice of cake, just for myself, please, holy shit. and they fucking weep about it. they say you're being unfair, because some of their one-thousand-slices aren't beautiful, and your singular cake slice doesn't have their name on it. and aren't you being rude by not offering to share?

and honestly. fucking - yeah, man. you were kind of surprised, because the cake is a little basic (you bake at home, you're way past this stuff). but holy shit, it was nice just to be offered cake in the first place. you're used to having to starve. you're used to getting nothing, but going to the party anyway, because you're expected (professionally) to show up. you liked that it is a simple cake, and that it is warm, and mostly: you like that there is, for once, a cake-for-you.

in the real world, outside of metaphor, it feels like fucking being slapped. barbie didn't even say anything particularly unusual; it literally just made factually evident points. there are less women in leadership than men. we can look at that fact objectively. that is a real thing that is happening. and the movie is aware that it has to defend itself! that it has to spend like half an hour just turning to the camera and saying: i know this is hard for you to understand, but this is a real thing that women experience.

it's just - this is that one kid on the playground who thinks its allowed to hog all the toys. he builds this hoard that nobody else is allowed to even look at, or he'll get aggressive. everyone's a little scared of him, so they let it slide, because his daddy gave him the golden touch. he hates when people cry and thinks bullying is cool. he writes boys only! on a big sign and makes all his friends take "alpha male" classes.

and then girls pick up barbies, because there was nothing left for them. and in the void they've been given, with their scraps: they make long, spiraling narratives about how barbie is actually descended from snakes and has given her righteous followers magical (if concerning) powers and can speak 32 languages (2 of which are animal related) and has big plans for infrastructure (beginning with the local interstate). and the boy comes over, and he has a huge fit about how the girls aren't "including" him. he wants to know why the girls aren't making the story about ken.

"we didn't like your story." the girls blink at him. they point to his war stories and the gi joes and the millions of male-led narratives and how still in the modern day men get two-thirds of the speaking roles in movies and they point to men making mediocre shows that don't get lambasted and they point to men encouraging toxic masculinity and they point to men everywhere, men and men and men. and they say: "how is this our fault? you had ken."

"no!" he is already back to screaming and stomping his feet and tearing at his hair and intentionally reminding them that men are holding back thinly concealed violence and he says: "if it's not for me, it's actually sexism."