#power saving mode

[brights-quirky-world]

🔋⚠️ Bright’s running on 1% and entering Power-Saving Mode. 😴 No energy left, no motivation—just pure survival. Who else needs a recharge? 😂 #LowBattery #PowerSavingMode #SendHelp

[the-chaotic-anon]

Based on a little joke idea I made about @ugly-bug-starscream’s and @edd-drawsyo’s Sky Loving The Stars AU. The original idea was Back To The Future with the Aerial bots but I wanted to draw that ending scene with young Skyfire and Starscream!

Bonus Sketch + Original Reference

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

(and to getting it back without someone else coming along with it)

bear with me. please keep an open mind. however if you don't want aimless details of this scenario feel free to ignore, there's really not much plot just context.

in this one ame botches a manic magic portal ritual and gets decapitated by accident, and his head disappears but his body is still somewhat sentiment? its not particularly intelligent but it still functions (comically). canada takes his body to england (arthur bc this isn't nationverse anymore) to open a proper portal and him and the body then head (haha) into the unknown dimension to retrieve his head.

meanwhile ame (just a head) is found by rus who is a kind of demon entity of that dimension... they have a "humans are lame" plan to find ame another body and make him an entity too, rus claims it's so he has a friend but ame would be more of a servant by magic system rules and would not be able to return home without the other (not that he knows. rus does though). cana plans to turn ame normal. 🤦‍♂️...

bottom line is, cana (and ame, independently from eachother) squealing like a girl because the demon world is scary, the inherent freakiness of whatever they have going on, iykyk iydyd, ame body walking into walls and ame head carried like a lantern by the scarf and talking to rus. i also like the idea of them somehow messing something up and all three ending up back in the human dimension, except ame is still in two pieces and whatever rus touches visually starts to spiral so they have to go back and fix something. a few more episodes should come after this. ill let you know when i settle on an ending. yay!

[actual-changeling]

no cause Mulder was alone in that basement office for a while, maybe even two to three years depending on when exactly Diana left him.

there was no one to talk to, no one to keep him company, no one visiting him, no one wanting anything to do with him outside of making fun of him or trying to shut him down.

the days he must have spent without saying a single word out loud. Mulder must have been so fucking lonely during that time.

then—Scully.

he does his research on her, he reads her thesis and memorizes it to the point where he can quote it back to her word for word years later, all the while telling himself she will be a spy and nothing else.

and yet.

she walked into his office with bright eyes and an even brighter smile, and suddenly there was light everywhere. another person living and breathing beside him, someone to talk to and joke with, someone who didn't look at him with pity or mockery.

someone who made his mission their mission, someone who told him she wants to find out the truth, no matter what it ends up being, someone who didn't ridicule his theories and explanations.

someone who stepped in front of him to defend him and held people at gunpoint to get him back, to make sure he's safe. someone whom he can touch, someone who will reciprocate his bids for attention and affection, someone who runs her hands through his hair and offers comfort even when he doesn't know how to ask for it; especially when he doesn't know how to ask for it.

suddenly, Mulder was wanted, and he couldn't help but want her in return.

for the very first time in his life, someone saw him and did not leave.

[crimson-warbot]

[HOW DOES ONE GET ANY SORT OF FUEL WITHOUT FIGHTING OR BLOODSHED??]

[I REALIZE I NEED BLOOD FOR FUEL, BUT I AM SO LOW ON ENERGY, I CANT EVEN FIGHT, LET ALONE WANT TO AND ITS RIDICULOUS.]

[I DONT LIKE ASKING FOR HELP OFTEN, BUT BEING STUCK IN WRATH WITH NO WISH OR ENERGY TO FIGHT TO OBTAIN BLOOD IS OUTRAGEOUS.]

[sprucestairs]

⚠️ALERT⚠️

he's here

My boy

[superbbirdofparadise]

NOOOO WHY DIDN'T MY PHONE CHARGE LAST NIGHT???

[alltheglowingeyess]

this has been talked about a good hundred times BUT i just love nerdy will and nerdy nico sooo much 🙏🏽 like it is so important to me that both of them are just in a secure enough relationship where they are Actual Losers around each other

and i specifically LOVE them being very distinct types of nerds interest-wise, but both of them operate under the idea of "i don't know if i will ever fully understand why this is a topic that speaks to you but it is important to you and i love you THEREFORE i love this topic too!!"

[seiya-starsniper]

Have been wildly oscillating between panic, anger, resentment, shitposting, and despair all day, as is my right as a citizen of the United States of Hell. I have bought much needed treats and I'm checking in on my friends in more precarious positions than myself and feeling angry all over again on their behalf. I am angry at the people who voted for trump, at the people who didn't vote at all because "both sides are bad" and angry at the world in general.

If you didn't vote for whatever reason, congrats, I hope you're pleased with yourself, good luck and let's never speak again. We're never seeing eye to eye on anything and that's fine, I can live with that. Obviously this only applies to US folk, but I'm not in the mood to argue about things with non US people either.

If you did vote and want to give up fighting to save yourself and your loved ones, do it. Living despite everything that's happened is resistance enough. You have fought long enough. You should not have been carrying this burden by yourself and if you are burned out to hell, protect yourself first. However you can, any way you can.

I don't know what it is I'm doing yet but I'm not giving up on doing good in any way I can, no matter how small. I am focusing on my loved ones first and foremost, and on surrounding myself with people who actually share the one core value of change and goodness still being possible, even if they don't share all my other views. I'm tired of the doomsdayers, tired of the defeatists and the pessimists who keep saying nothing is worth fighting for if the solution is not perfect in every way. I want change, I want goodness, and I'm not getting it from people who think I'm an idiot for not having perfect politics and saying the right buzzwords. Enough is enough.

Anyways, I'm tired and cranky but I will be fine. Check in on your trans friends, your disabled friends, your POC friends, and support them however you can. Prioritize your immediate needs above all else and tune out everything else.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

if when oscar piastri wins the wdc he's gonna be the eepiest world champion there ever was

[tadpolebobatea]

Day 4 - Favourite UMA

It’s the guy! Can’t believe it’s like one of the first few umas we meet, hes just a little (big) guy

I’m in love with the decision to personify the universal concept of kindness as a huge fucking orca. You could not make this shit up. Well. You could, if you’re Tozuka.

(picked kain bc I'm already drawing spring this week and i love sea creatures. have beef with the sea itself but the critters are good)

Looking at this drawing i think kain is still too small?

[pensamentos-de-droides]

In an alternative universe these two take R2 and 3PO's place and are droid wives . Send tweet

[herefortheships]

Ok! I meant to post earlier, but we don't have electricity right now in pretty much all of Puerto Rico, and it's been like that for hours. I turned on my laptop now, so let's quickly post this!

This is my stupid Beetlejuice 3 dream from last night:

The movie was pretty much plotless and none of the original characters were a part of it. lol Not even Beetlejuice himself! He WAS there, but it wasn't Michael Keaton, and to play around this fact, Beetlejuice had been decapitated and he was now a headless ghost 💀, a detail that was being gradually revealed throughout the movie in little hints and glimpses (like we would catch a reflection of headless Betelgeuse on a glossy mug in the kitchen and stuff like that 😂).

The story was playing around a new set of characters; Lydia wasn't a part of the story at all, nor was Astrid nor Delia, not even a small part of the movie. In my dream, I didn't know it was going to be like that until the movie was almost over. I kept waiting for them to show up and they didn't. I was sitting through the entire thing just waiting for something to happen and hoping for at least a Lydia mention lol. And then, near the end, Betelgeuse had still not made an appearance and all we had were these little hints that he was going to show up without a head. 💀

I hope the fact that I keep having these dreams about Beetlejuice 3 being a terrible movie aren't like prophetic dreams 😂. I think this dream reveled to me one of the biggest things I do NOT want to happen, and that is for the Beetlejuice franchise to go on without the Deetz family. That is so impossible, but we never know 😅. I repel and rebuke this energy. 😅🙏🏻

[ahiijny]

tee

[seventh-district]

not even gonna try to contain this vent post within the tags bc i can just feel that i'm gonna yap

for the first time in a very long time, i'm watching an old video of me, age 13, playing with my dog on the kitchen floor. and i can barely handle the envious sight of how absolutely free i was. like, i know i've rewatched this video at a few other points in time in the nearly 12 years since i recorded it, but i've never really watched the full thing, paying as much attention as possible to every single detail.

i initially dug it up the other night because it's one of the only videos i have of Sassy on my current phone, and i wanted to.. see her again. but while i was analyzing every frame of the 3min video trying to drag as much of her memory out of the past as i possibly could, it dawned on me in a way it never has before just how unbelievably free i was behaving.

i was on the floor. touching it, sitting on it, putting my hands down on it and then (to my current self's horror and disgust) putting them on my cheeks, touching my face. i sat my drink down on the floor next to me. i picked Sassy up over and over again and then touched my face and drink and then i picked her up again and actually put my mouth on the top of her head to give her a little kiss. i did all of it without a second thought. it obviously came so naturally to me. i was moving around, interacting with the world around me in such an unbelievably normal way that i barely even recognize myself. and i was doing everything so quickly, too. i had energy. i moved (what seems to me now as) recklessly (though to a normal person it is probably just. normally.) and i just touched anything and did anything and. there weren't any consequences. it was fine.

that was roughly 1.5 years before Sassy dropped dead with zero warning and zero explanation and i developed severe OCD.

my memory is too far gone for me to figure out if the two events were cause-and-effect, or simply happened to take place around the same time in my life. it's not like i kept any sort of detailed log of my developing symptoms so i don't know if i'll ever be sure.

regardless, all i can focus on is how nowadays i wouldn't be able to do any of that. nothing aside from my shoes can come into contact with the floor. and i cannot come into direct skin contact with my shoes. if i find myself in a situation where i have to sit on the floor, as soon as i can get up, i have to remove all clothes that touched it and put them in the dirty laundry, and wash my hands, and if i had to touch my phone after touching the floor, i have to disinfect it. i will under no circumstances touch my face after contacting the floor until my hands are washed. i cannot touch or pet or hold either of my pets without washing my hands and preferably removing whatever clothing they came into contact with.

they are not allowed in my room nor my bed. Sassy slept in my bed with me every night. i never put my mouth on their fur to give them a kiss. i gave Sassy head kisses without a thought. they are not allowed to lick me. i used to find another one of my past dog's 'kisses' on my hands to be very endearing and unproblematic. now if it happens i have to wash it off immediately. anything that gets touched between my hands contacting either pet and being washed, i have to disinfect it.

i mean it with my entire fucking heart and soul when i say that OCD is an insidious disorder. having lived with it for a decade now, i couldn't be more aware of this. but, therein lies the exact point i'm trying to make. in spite of knowing that it has wormed it's way into every single aspect of my life, brain, and personality, it's entire nature is defined by the fact that it will do so, and it'll do it in such a way that the disordered mindset becomes your new normal. it had managed to completely overwrite a lot of my pre-disorder memories of how i used to... operate in the world around me. it has entirely altered the way i do every. single. thing. to the point where i just can't even fathom how it used to be any different. if i didn't have videos like this one to serve as proof that things did used to be different, i wouldn't have any basis for what my "normal" ever even was. it robbed me of those memories entirely.

let's fish one example out of the thousands of different ones i've got siting around: i've spent years trying to figure out how i used to take a shower that didn't take me an entire hour. i have no video of something like that obviously, so it just feels like.. like when i try to envision how i used to bathe myself it literally just goes black in my brain. there's no memory or mental images left in there. i can't fathom it. i mush have just been walking around halfway clean. i don't know. i don't understand how anyone can take a "quick" shower and get out feeling clean. my brain just absolutely cannot grasp it because the OCD is all that's left. it snuck in and completely rewrote the code of who i am and how my brain functions and how i perceive the world and i am never going to get my old self back. no amount of medication or therapy can truly, fully undo the damage it's done to my mind and body.

i mean. i have learned to live with it, barely. i wouldn't really call what i do 'living' but i am. surviving. and some of my obsessions and compulsions have the tendency to fade in and out over time, so i've been able to CBT myself out of some of the most disabling ones. showers take 1 hour now instead of 1.5 to 2.

i can read normally again now, after that period of time around uhh 2018 i think where i could barely read since i had to count the letters of every single word i saw. that was a pretty miserable time and i eventually forced myself mostly out of it. but i still slip back into it when i'm exceptionally stressed, which makes written communication difficult. but it's not like you can just explain that to people and expect them to believe you. but the uh. idk what to call it. OCD cranked the pattern-seeking part of my brain up so far that the metaphorical knob broke off and so the uh. like. the ability for me to notice which words have what amount of letters is always there, i'm just good at overriding it now. that's what 'learning to live with OCD' is like for me. the tracks that it carves into my brain never go away, i just get better at overriding them. but certain stupid little rules never really leave you, like if i'm lengthening a word like turning 'no' into 'noooooo' or 'holy' into 'hooooly' then the new lengthened form of the word has to have a 'good' number of letters like 3 or 7 or whatever my brain deems fit.

i can sit small objects down now without compulsively checking that the surface i'm about to sit them on is clean. ...most of the time. that got really annoying but also embarrassing to be seen doing it. having to re-wipe the counter down every time i'd pick up my water bottle and put it back down. trying to do Anything in the kitchen was an absolute nightmare. and yeah it still takes me a long time to cook anything, and there's countless other compulsions that make me dread the kitchen, and yeah i still can't sit large objects down without thoroughly inspecting the surface below them, and. sigh. there's no making this one sound like it's much improved at all. cause it hasn't

at least the compulsion to re-live and commit to memory every possible detail of my dreams immediately upon waking has left me. that's one rare example of a compulsion that has totally left instead of just adapting to be less intrusive. it was so miserable laying there for ages every morning trying to force any shred of memory out of my dreams and then panicking when i oftentimes couldn't remember anything.

anyways. i could and would have to write a literal book to fit in even half of all the examples of every single compulsion i've ever had in the last 10 years. most of them are still with me. some of them are very.. evolved, but most of them are still with me in one form or another. there isn't a single aspect of the way that i interact with the world around me that isn't heavily influenced by my OCD.

i don't expect to ever get to be that 13y/o kid again. and even back then, i was far from neurotypical. mental things were already starting to spiral for me around 11 or so. but none of my other (numerous) illnesses hold a candle to the disabling effect that OCD had and has on me. it's one of the WHO's top 10 most debilitating illnesses in the world, physical health issues included. i think i heard it ranked at #7, ironically enough. that stat might not still be accurate but i can't help but constantly want to quote it because i think one of the most tortuous aspects of OCD is the inability of those who don't have it to truly grasp how much you're struggling. how bad it is. it's taken so unseriously by the majority of those who don't have it, that trying to get across to someone how much you're struggling feels like this constant uphill battle that you never asked to fight.

one of the most difficult things for me to live with is the knowledge that most people just aren't going to understand. or believe me. and feeling unseen while suffering through immense pain is just. it's maddening. and dealing with that exact issue of struggling so much, both in physical sorts of pain and with mental illnesses, and having everyone around me never take it seriously enough.. it has been such a prevalent part of my life for so long that it just. it's slowly driving me fucking insane lol. not to be dramatic. i know i've got a relatively easy life. but there is always gonna be this invisible, bleeding wound on my soul that gets torn open a little wider every time i have to look someone in the eye and try, exhaustedly, to explain the absolute dumpster fire shitshow that i have to live with in my brain 24/7, only to get some fuckass excuse of a response like 'haha yeah i know what you mean! i'm a little OCD too!' and they just like. like seeing things organized neatly and sometimes experience a passing worry that they left the stove on.

and i just wanna say that 'we are playing life on two very different difficulty levels and i don't think i'll ever be able to get that across to you' but no i have to be nice and downplay it and get along bc it's just not worth it. i'm so fucking tired. OCD is exhausting enough to live with, let alone trying to educate other people on it.

maybe one day ill post that stupid excuse of a poem i wrote regarding my frustration with that exact experience.

but like i said, i don't ever expect this to go away. medication only treats the symptoms and i can only force myself to suffer through so much CBT. this will be with me forever, in a significant capacity. i just hope that before i die, i'll get to know what it's like to have someone look me in the eye and understand. not necessarily from personal experience, but to at least know me well enough to be able to understand how serious i am when i say that OCD ruined my life.

but it might turn out that the only place i'll be able to find that level of understanding and acceptance, is when i look in the mirror.

that might just have to be enough.

[bluemarkbennett]

in the last 12 hours, i have learned that i am unequivocally not a dark mode kinda guy 🥴