#itll be so sick

[greetingsfromuranus]

ok my game is gonna be like the sims x tomodachi life x petz, its gonna have a really detailed character creator and you can share your creations online so anyone can download them, its gonna have sims-esque behavior editor but i need to play the sims first to get a better idea of how it works, the characters you add to your little world are just gonna run around like they do in petz, and its gonna have animal crossing type graphics, think n64 but slightly higher poly count than most games. most of it is gonna be from the characters because this may kanker model is already a solid 1100 polygons and thats pretty high for what im goin for

also they can get killed and die but they come back the next day. ill add a "plot armor" slider when youre creating a character so you can decide if they can die or not (you can also put the slider in the negative direction making them die and come back multiple times a day)

[chloesimaginationthings]

I’d give anything to see Mangle in the FNAF 2 movie

[robinfollies]

does it matter if we change, does it matter at all? / don’t you worry about me, friend, don’t you worry at all 🌙✨

[kiddokori]

fuck timezones do you know how hard it is to talk to my friends when they have a different sleep schedule than me. i go to bed at 9pm and wake up at 6 to see notifications from my buddy from literally 5 in the morning. thats a one hour overlap of us both sleeping. there is not a time difference between us theres no reason for this shes just sick in the head and im a 75 year old man with a bedtime

[tangledinink]

I can imagine the first cycle after moving. Probably Leo because Donnie likely has internal scarring, so leo goes through the process of laying his eggs, panics, his brother can't help, and finally, *finally* they ask for help. It's not willingly. It's not for fun. It's purely necessity. It's purely because there's *literally noone else* and the idea of telling anyone at all is so scary that the way they do so is in a note. Splinter sits them down and basically walks them through "You're safe, you're fine. We can handle this however you feel most comfortable, including getting you both on blockers if you prefer" and they just.... sigh. For the first time, there's *someone else* in their circle, and it's willing and it's warm, and it's *safe*. There will be tears.

Yes, except I'm not convinced that either of them could stand to tell anyone. Even if it was literally life or death (which it has been before,) I'm not sure if either of them could bear to give up that information. Donnie is finally, finally away from the people who hurt him when he got found out last time, and even though logically, he knows that it's different here, he's absolutely petrified of the thought that the same thing will happen again and it won't be over anymore. He's still horrified by the idea of anyone else knowing about Leo when he's gone to such lengths for so long to protect him, and Leo is likewise terrified in the same way. They've spent years with this being their more closely guarded secret, and that's going to be really difficult to give up.

But it's really not a secret they'll be able to keep for long.

They're in a completely different environment, with far less space and privacy. They're both stressed as hell and Donnie WAS on birth control and taking all sorts of vitamins and supplements to make sure he didn't eggbind again and now he's suddenly not and it's not only messing with his body, it's fucking scary. It literally keeps them both up at night. Neither of them know how to wash blood out of clothes or sheets. There's no private en suite bathroom they can sequester themselves away in. They're both literally making themselves sick with anxiety trying to deal with this, and they're used to handling this on their own, this is routine for them, but they're not used to all of this.

They'd probably metaphorically limp through a few cycles before their family puts it together and gently confronts them.

Venus probably figures it out first. She's pretty smart, and incredibly observant, and after all-- she quite literally experiences the exact same thing. April may not lay eggs, but I think she'd be able to get the idea after a bit as well. And while I think Splinter would realize something was wrong pretty quickly, Draxum would probably realize what was wrong first. Splinter has April, so he has a little bit of experience in this realm, but Draxum has Venus and so he has far more experience.

And so when they do sit them down and talk with them, it's going to be really scary at first. And then they get to, "you're safe, you're fine, we can handle this however you feel the most comfortable. It will be okay. No one will hurt you."

And then there's finally other people in the know, in the circle, people who will actually help them. And yes-- there will definitely be tears.

[leveragedlibrarians]

The good news: Librarians sequel series produced by Dean Devlin greenlit for 2023!

The bad news: created by the CW

[antiterf]

Can we please stop making fun of the looks of trans people within the damn trans community? Can we stop telling trans men that testosterone turns us into the ugliest things on Earth and trans women that they're nothing if they don't uphold the incredibly high standard of femininity? Can we stop holding enby people up to a scale depending on their agab to see if their gender expression is Correct Enough to be trans enough?

Can we stop shitting on fat trans people?

Please? It's not like the cis people are going to do it for us, and I'm tired of being treated like my body is barely even tolerable and much less something to be celebrated.

[smokeys-house]

I've often wondered what it's like to bite through the nyquil softgel capsule things but I always stop shortly after my teeth touch it

[his-littlefox]

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[lesbiangiratina]

Ive thought about making a dedicated missing link tag. By which i mean i want to make a missing link testament tag but thats crazy so i have to mask it as a general missing link tag. Maybe i will do that.

[butchdykekondraki]

cougjing up blood. so hows it going with yall

[butch-errant]

3 days into coif-making

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

Okay so there's this offer for younger kids at my school that they're being watched the afternoon too and can do their homework and stuff, and the three women running that are actual gems and also you bet your ass they know you whether you're way too old for that or not, right?

Well, one of them approached me today randomly, like completely out of the blue. She just. had a favourite jacket that doesn't fit her anymore and since it's a favourite, she wanted someone she knows to have it and apparently thought of me. Now, the jacket is a tiny bit too big and it's ver, sturdy and kiiiinda military style and looks sick as fuck and that's amazing and in conclusion i love that woman.

But also, my brain apparently saw the jacket and went "that's soooo marquis de carabas", and you know what, my brain's right, it does look a bit similar to how i always picture his coat. Therefore I'll be adding a shitton of pockets inside :D

in conclusion, i got a fantastic jacket today, kinda-but-not-really? teachers are the most amazing people on earth and i need to learn how to properly sew with a machine and all RIGHT THIS SECOND

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[nardaviel]

tw eating disorders, weight stuff, OCD

let me paint y'all a picture! there's an observed link btwn OCD and eating disorders. my OCD often centers around health. my mother died of (among eighty-seven thousand other things) diabetes complications, after managing it for my entire life, so despite the lack of a genetic link bc i'm adopted, i am Very Excruciatingly Aware of diabetes. this is all backstory

i had a whole years-long cycle of "your a1c is high enough that you have prediabetes" -> i try to find a way to eat that both addresses this and is sustainable -> it's not strict enough so i start eating badly again -> "hey your a1c is back up by the way" before i finally found a way to get it under control. that way requires extraordinarily strict measures in some areas, not so much because of how nutrition works but just because of who i am as a person and how my willpower works. for years i didn't eat any sugar, ever, at all (except for when i was in japan and bc of sensory issues there was almost nothing else i could eat bc like. what was i going to do, starve (but part of me was like YES???? which is the issue))

i lost a lot of weight like this, but that was a side effect, not the goal. people compliment me on my weight loss all the time and i hate it, bc it's a product of terror and constantly flirting with an eating disorder until i found something that worked. (don't compliment people on their weight loss unless you know they'll welcome it! my aunt lost a lot of weight when she was depressed and got compliments, people lose weight when they have cancer and get compliments, there are all kinds of reasons it could be a touchy subject.) but because i accidentally lost all that weight, it taught my OCD that weight is a marker of whether i'm about to get diabetes and fucking die. when 1. it's a1c actually and 2. you have a prediabetes period where you can get things under control, i've personally done that, and 3. you don't fall over dead the moment you get diabetes. i know all that stuff. but my OCD doesn't give a fuck

so as of like a year ago i have my doctor-approved plan of eating sugar three times a year. the past couple days i ate my gingerbread house and it was like. a transcendent experience. i don't even have that much of a sweet tooth, but when you mostly don't eat sugar it's amazing. ... but it also confuses your gut. so right now my gut is like "what the fuck did you just feed us?? what is this???? hello??" and so i'm aware of my abdomen in a way i'm usually not. and i'm just like. "i've gained thirty pounds over the holidays, haven't i. i can't eat anything but vegetables and whole wheat pasta for the next month, and i need to eat smaller portion sizes of those." i can feel how much fatter i supposedly am. i can see it in my face when i look in the mirror

all of which can lead me down a really, incredibly dangerous path if i let it. so i have to force myself to eat like i normally would, but it's so fucking scary. it feels like i'm poisoning myself. this has happened before and i'm sure it'll happen again, so i know that i'll get over it and feel better and i'll be really glad i did it. but for now i'm so miserable. it's all i can think about