#this just came to me this afternoon

[carveredlunds]

— Invasion of the Body Snatchers by Jack Finney

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[kiora06]

Comic #12

Shiver's day off PT2

NOW it's about Shiver see?

[soulmvtes]

i love seeing how people react when they see people they love

[89cats]

little angel keepin’ me company while we wait for the power to come back on 🥹🌧️

[tickly-tufts]

hi bestie I am here to humbly request some headcanons to satiate my magneto brainrot orz 

very happy to have spread the brainrot <3

as for my magneto tk thoughts…

didn’t actually know he was ticklish for the longest time

definitely didn’t know the full extent of it until charles

fairly good at hiding his reactions (up until a certain point)

rough tickles may get the job done but light tickles are what really get to him

very feather ticklish (the softer the better)

(it is actually the cutest thing ever)

worst spots are his underarms, feet, and the creases of his thighs

he’s ticklish in plenty of other places, but those specific spots are wicked

in the meanest case of flirting teasing ever, charles once projected the feeling of feathers on all those spots simultaneously

magneto was fully incoherent and mentally begging in no time at all~

he’s a fave so ofc i think he leans lee… but he can be a downright ruthless ler

(charles nearly perished when magneto got his Revenge)

(the hysterical giggles and pleas were still worth it tho)

[lady-harrowhark]

my 4.5 year covid-free streak has officially ended 😔

[alexturne]

I'm so emotional over this album. I can't believe it's been 18 years. It's my favourite album. The first album I ever listened to that I found to be completely perfect. It was just absolutely perfect from beginning to end. That was my first thought after listening to it. The view from the afternoon hit me straight in the face and I was instantly smiling throughout the whole thing, bawling my eyes out by a certain romance.

Most powerful, interesting and unique album. Exactly my style of music and expression, perfectly captures an attitude so pure and devil-may-care at the same time, a band who aren't trying to do anything but create music that they enjoy, so free of expectations and rule-following. It perfectly encaptures this band and the way they were then and still remain today; true to themselves, following their gut, letting their instincts and relationships with each other guide the way, not afraid to take risks, humourous, tongue in cheek, oh so clever and witty and so fucking high quality that it's almost a bit ridiculous. The melodies so catchy and poignant, such interesting rhythms and grooves and wide-eyed weariness in the best and most wonderful way imaginable. Something I've not found anywhere else.

I love this album beyond belief. It's been my favourite since the first time I heard it on the day it came out and it still remains the same to this day. I've been in love with this band for longer than I haven't, and I keep being impressed and floored over and over at the way they're able to reinvent themselves without losing touch with their roots and what makes them them. They've grown so much and created so much beautiful art and this album still remains my very favourite. It stands the test of time, it's brand new and touchingly nostalgic at the same time. It touches every single one of my heartstrings, and I couldn't possibly love it more.

Happy birthday whatever people say I am that's what I'm not, thank you for being my steady companion throughout all of these years.

[marxism-transgenderism]

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[lavenoon]

Eclipse and Neon from New Horizons by @zelda7999 - someone got a little distracted, decided he can finish changing later <3

[spaghett-onaplate]

responses to rehearse bc i'm seeing my grandparents tomorrow and they have a tendency to ask weird questions about the whole trans thing:

that's a personal question

that isn't your business

that's a weird thing to ask

you don't need to know that

i never said that

i don't know why you think that

[honeylemonbutte]

@barbwritesstuff please don't take away the cup option

is my 21 year old loser petrol station attendant making her mark a chalice... no, she's marking her territory with the iconic red solo cup

the new lady blackwell:

[house-of-mirrors]

[llitchilitchi]

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

something a little silly

(he's not actually angry at the "drugs" thing, just busy trying not to die)

oh i almost forgot

transcript of my bad handwriting:

Page 1 Panel 1: 2013, 1:38 pm (sfx: DING DING DING)

Panel 2: 9th period, 1:40 pm

Peter's internal thought bubble: "Oh shit my meds"

Panel 3:

Student 1: Hi, Mr. Parker!

Peter: mm-hm

Panel 4:

Student 1: Mr. Parker? Hello?

(Student 2: Huh?)

Panel 5:

Peter: Hm?

Student 1: What are those, tic tacs?

Student 2: No, he's doing drugs!!! (In class!)

Text pointing to Peter's hand holding his pills says "PTSD medication"

Peter: HKFGH (choking noise)

Page 2:

Panel 1:

Student 1: Are you okay?!

(Student 2: oh fuck)

Peter: COUGH COUGH

Panel 2:

(sfx: WHEEZE)

Peter: It's not DRUGS!

Panel 3, Peter cont.: Well, I mean, it is drugs, but it's prescription—it's medication. OK?

[ghostcasket]

living on your own is hard, you know? especially in the beginning, especially when you’re a student, especially when you have mental health issues, especially when you also have chronic physical health issues. it’s hard and if you’re like me living in a studio, like, actually by yourself, nobody around to hold you accountable—or to gently remind you, hey, you haven’t eaten in a while.

and while for most of us, moving out is an overwhelming gust of relief, i think it’s just as important to acknowledge that sometimes, it’s hard.

if you have barely managed adhd like me, and sometimes the bare minimum of self care seems unattainable—well, you’re on your own. it’s easy to let yourself slip into unhealthy patterns and neglect yourself.

but then, here are some ways my cat pulled me out before i could slip too far.

there are 2 constants i can always count on, day in day out, no matter how chaotic or disorganised i am, how out of routine; his feeding times. morning and evening, he has to have food. this little creature is everything to me. it’s my job to keep him safe and happy and healthy.

and then, as i pour kibble into his little bowl, i might remember i also haven’t eaten in a—wow, it’s seven p.m. already—so while i’m up, i might as well throw some leftovers in the microwave or grab a slice or 2 of dry bread. i’m in the kitchen anyway. giacomo absolutely scarfs down his dinner and i watch him.

he’s a kitten, still. he wants to play all of the time and when he doesn’t he’s sleeping but oh my god he loves my feet. he’s bitey. i absolutely cannot get too lost in my own head when he wants to play. i have to be careful to emerge with all of my fingers still attached to my hand. fucking ow, dude, what’s wrong with you.

his litterbox needs to be maintained regularly, too. i can’t let it get disgusting because a clean littlerbox makes for a happy cat, so i have my little poop baggies that i deposit by the door and then when i go to school i can take them down to the trash, but if i’m going to the trash anyway i might as well grab my own human trash too and throw that out as well, and then that’s one more task crossed off the list.

speaking of litter—that shit runs out fast. i don’t know how big you guys’ bags of cat litter are, but i can get around 3 uses out of a 10L bag, and then i have to go to the store to buy more. and, you know, i’m at the store anyway, so i may as well grab some essentials that i know i’ve run out of—pasta, tomatoes, cream cheese, bread—and then i have enough to eat for the next few days again. and i’m outside, too, at least while i walk to the store, which is a 2 minute walk and that’s doable even on a bad day, and 2 minutes outside is better than no minutes outside.

my little man needs to be safe and happy and healthy. i have to be at least some degree of functional to be able to provide that for him. and as thanks, he bites my toes and jumps at me in the face and shoves his cold little wet nose in my ears like they hide forbidden kitty treats and whines until i cuddle him and climbs in my lap and naps there, purring so loud i can feel it reverberate in my whole body.

and it’s just, he needs me, you know? so i have to be at least a little bit okay. and because he doesn’t allow me to actually deeply spiral into the throes of depression et al, it’s easier to pull myself out again.

i wasn’t sure for a while if he’d be allowed to move in with me, and then when i got the green light i found out that his adoption fee would be a lot higher than expected and i couldn’t afford it, but one clandestine extraction mission later (shoutout to Quinn, you’re a real one) (nobody cancel me, i did not actually steal him from a shelter) and he was napping on my lap like he’d never known any different.

so i just can’t help but feel like this was kind of meant to be, you know?

and i’m really grateful. like, really, really grateful.

so even on days where i can’t do anything—when it feels genuinely impossible—you can count on me to drag my ass to his food bowl when he screams at me that it’s dinner time. and maybe i’ll grab a slice of bread on the way.

(the toe biter in question, giacomo poopy)

(feel free to add your own toe biters to this post. this is a Creature Appreciation Post)