#this is just a good fyi i guess

[ridragon]

You guys should read 17776. It's best to go in blind. It's about how football will look in the future.

(Warning that there is a very fast moving part specifically in the beginning in case you have photosensitivity, and the story includes gifs and videos. If you are sensitive to unreality some parts may bother you.)

[girlscience]

Okay. I know I have a lot of cooking mutuals, what do I need to do to make cooking enjoyable??? I am so fucking tired of eating canned soup and kraft mac n cheese and "concoction" (ground beef with whatever else I have that needs eaten and every spice I own). I know people say "if you don't like veggies try different ways of cooking them!" here the thing though, I hate veggie prep. So even changing how I cook them, everything else about veggies is an awful experience for me so I never want to do it. I know people talk about "15 minute meals!" and "one pan recipes!", but so far those have all been lies. People talk about experimenting and trying new things, but I straight up don't know how to do that. People say to listen to podcasts or audiobooks while prepping, but either I focus on the prep and hear none of the story or I focus on the story and struggle with the prep. I am not fast with prep, so meals that require prepping multiple things at once or prepping something while something else is cooking never fails to stress me out to a wild degree. I don't know how I'm supposed to keep everything from burning and keep things stirred and chop up everything and get the next ingredients out and clean as I work all at the same time. I do not enjoy picking out recipes or buying groceries (genuinely hate more than any other chore besides laundry), so meal prep is next to impossible for me. I forget to thaw meat nearly every time I want to cook something and so end up putting it off for days. I can never seem to get my roasted veggies to actually roast, somehow they just steam themselves in the oven. I do not want or like cooking gadgets, so I am doing everything with the very basic supplies. I am cooking for one person so leftovers are a constant issue (I have eaten so much left over food that I find genuinely sickening because I didn't want to waste it). And then I have to do this every day forever till I die. How do I make myself like this??? I am so fucking tired of eating gross food.

[brynnmclean]

I have feelings about this that feel so complicated that I can't even articulate them properly, but my younger siblings collectively outed me as non-binary to my parents ages ago and no one told me outright. Thank GOD I have a therapy call tomorrow, huh.

[helianskies]

Dialogue prompt 14 for romantic engspa please 👀 I’m intrigued to see what you do with this one ❤️

. . . so i went a bit crazy with this one. there's a snippet below, but the full fic is up on ao3 (for the best!) :3c

January 1488

Arthur had been summoned. It was the first time he had been summoned to this land, and no less by a rather mysterious and unexpected letter from someone he had not spoken to in… well, he could not quite remember. 

We do not know each other too well, the writing had said, neat, slanted, carefully thought out, but I fear I am in need of services that only you can provide.

Little detail had been given in the letter about what such services would entail. However, Arthur had also been sent some coin to allow him to travel across the waters that isolated him from the rest of Christendom, so, in the end, it was not entirely a bad excuse to have a break away from home. With the War of the Roses recently ended, he… 

They had met him at the port.

They had welcomed him as amicably as they were able to, told him little, and then ushered him to the carriage that had been provided. It was only to be a ride of about three hours, they told him—his host had not wanted him to have too arduous a journey on this side of the water. Upon arrival, there would be food, he would be provided somewhere to rest, and so on… 

Really, it was only to be a short trip as a whole. Arthur was unsure whether that was meant to reassure him, them, or none of them at all.

Nevertheless, they were not mistaken with their timings. By around six o’clock in the evening, Arthur arrived at a house, stepped out of the carriage, and, at last—

“You got my letter.”

He stood at the main entrance, flanked by a few members of his staff, perhaps, and he graced Arthur with a courteous smile.

“I am glad you were able to come.”

Arthur (who found himself straightening himself up, feeling a bit out of his depth all of a sudden for reasons he could not discern) stepped towards the other personification. “Castile,” he greeted in return with a polite nod, “thank you for asking me here.”

“Come,” the other said, gesturing back towards the countryside house. “You are no doubt in need of some food and rest. Fortunately for you, dinner is almost ready.”

“How kind of you.”

“I believe they call it common courtesy.”

With that, the other patiently waited for Arthur to come along. The bag he had travelled with was to be taken to his room, and in the meantime, the two personifications could have a little talk before sitting down for refreshments.

If Arthur were being honest, this did all feel a bit cloak-and-dagger. A bit too quiet and unusual. But he had travelled all this way, and the other did not have any kind of malintent that Arthur could detect as of yet. Perhaps he was being paranoid. People did like to tell him as much—tell him things like, not everyone wants your head; it isn't yet worth the air they breathe. Yet…

The Castilian (or whatever it was these days he preferred to refer to himself as) guided Arthur through a series of short corridors and turns, until they arrived in a room warmed by reddish wood and dark fabric upholstery. Over a fireplace hung a mirror—Arthur caught his own gaze for a moment and saw his own tiredness—his journey—slowly sinking in—and the other told him to take a seat wherever he liked.

“I hope you have no complaints about wine,” he then said as he headed for a side table, the decanter, and some glasses. “I am afraid that is all I have to offer you, other than water.”

“I… suppose I should not turn the offer down,” Arthur mused, smiling somewhat wryly to himself. “If you have no objections.”

“Before we go too far, perhaps some formalities are wise.”

“Of course.”

“You are, naturally, the Kingdom of England. What is the human name you choose to go by these days?”

“Arthur,” the blond replied without qualm. “Still Arthur.”

“Mmh.” A smile crept onto the other’s face. “How nice to think that some of us will never change.”

It was not difficult to read beneath the words and glimpse an unease, a bitterness—aimed at only one person in that mirror. Arthur could only guess the implications. Though, even if they did not exist, he had been intrigued nonetheless about… whatever changes that the other had or had not gone through. 

(The limited things that Arthur knew about the Peninsula were only thanks to his relationship with Portugal, the neighbour of all these other confusing kingdoms. When he came to mind, actually… Arthur could not help but reach for one of his fingers. He wore a reciprocated gift. Perhaps, while he was over here, he could… make a detour before going home. Portugal would no doubt appreciate it.  Ah— But he was not home at the moment…)

“What about you, then?” Arthur asked his host, as the other found a seat of his own and got comfortable. “What names should I be using for you?”

“Not ‘Castile’, for one,” the other replied before indulging in a sip of wine—perhaps to help him loosen up. “It is complicated. But you can call me Antonio for now. I think that is for the best.”

And yet, Arthur was still intrigued. “You clearly have not changed that much,” he remarked. “‘Antonio’ is going back to your roots, do you not think?”

Antonio straightened his back and chewed on nothing. “That,” he said, “is for the best, too.”

The temptation to ask him why that was so, of course, was a temptation that Arthur had to resist. It did not feel like the right time, judging by the weight of the air around them. Maybe he would have the privilege of knowing for sure eventually. For now, however—

“Very well, Antonio,” the blond said, moving on. “Am I allowed to ask why I am here? Your letter was a little bit… vague on the matter.”

“Yet you still followed it here,” Antonio returned, his smile returning.

“And you were not surprised to see me,” Arthur concurred, albeit, not entirely happily.

“For a simple reason,” the other claimed. 

“Oh?”

“I believed you would come. And so you have.”

[ find the full fic on ao3! ]

[squuote]

I genuinely enjoy how much the ultra deluxe feels like being acquainted with an old friend after a long time. like as someone who never played or got into the original game back when it first came out, the fact that the ultra deluxe still feels like meeting someone again after a long time is so guy wrenchingly sweet and fun. the way the narrator reminisces about the original game and all the good times we’ve had. even if I didn’t know you at all, we can still enjoy things as if there were old times.

[locusustus]

clapping cheering et cetera

[tanjir0se]

Honestly if any of the commenters on my fics called me one night and told me they needed help hiding a body I would do it for them. Take my credit card while you’re at it, here’s my social security number, I’m in love with you and sucking it sloppy style fyi

[definite-human]

"saving me makes him so happy"

aka: that awkward moment when you've been having safe, sane, consensual scenes since the French Revolution but only just had your first ever kiss (while breaking up)

[garden-eel-draws]

I'm watching an autistic youtuber talk about stuff right now, and she brought up make-up and how it can be a sensory issue for a lot of autistic people and I had a sudden realization like "Oh! Is that why?"

Because people expected me to start getting into make-up sometime around middle school, and my cousins certainly did, but for some reason I just...couldn't. Make-up was fine as a (very) occasional element to playing dress-up, but that was it. Lipstick could be fun (until I chewed or licked it all off because it got annoying within an hour), but the idea of wearing annoying powdery stuff on my cheeks all the time was unpleasant and the idea of touching my eyes with literally anything was a gigantic NO.

I didn't even think about it; my natural sensory aversion to having stuff on my skin that I wasn't allowed to touch or clean off steered me away without me realizing, like how I regularly forget the foods that set off my sensory issues are even a thing I can buy. Putting on make-up is just utterly outside my realm of usual behavior because of how my brain works, and I only figured that out today!

[skeletalhorse]

"Your tongue is so long. Wow... I didn't know that."

[the-kipsabian]

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[strangefable]

lmao i used to agonize and be so scared to block someone, but now, i'm just:

it's so freeing to just wave goodbye and forget them

[slow-drowned-angels]

Watching a video on intrusive thoughts (by a psychologist, seems reasonable) and I’ve accidentally done good intrusive thoughts management! I mean. Minus talking to my therapist about them (when I still had a regular therapist) (in my defense I didn’t fully grasp that they were abnormal until recently — or want to explain the random self-harm-y thoughts when they weren’t that intense — and I had more pressing concerns).

Look for patterns: I’m always having shitty intrusive thoughts when I’m tired

Acceptance: idk bruh that’s just what my brain does when it wants to say that it refuses to do more work.

Coping Statements: see above.

(The other things listed weren’t very applicable)

[alecscudder1987]

well i saw it and i am just. tired. i'm gonna try not to worry about it until i see the show for context. it sucks it got spoiled, especially so soon to the release date. but idk! maybe now we can chill out about this specific thing and it doesn't have to be an insane huge deal like shit like this always is?

[nelu-chan]

I need to cry. I was just hit with a ton of bricks to the face by the past. Can someone please pass me the acetone, chloroform and a base? I need to fucking explode.

[boneless-mika]

I have never seen a thumbnail that manages to so effectively mock both autistic and trans people at the same time. I think maybe the worst part it's very likely this is unintentional (so I'm not hating on the creator, I just think they didn't fuly think through how this would be interpreted), I don't watch transphobic or ableist content, the reason this was recommended to me I think is that I watched a few minutes of a Sad Boyz episode where they talk about The Good Doctor