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Cannot emphasize enough the healing power of washing your goddamn bed sheets. But wait, you may say, my bedsheets are perfectly fine! No they aren't! That's the grease talking!!

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Apparently I fucked up my deadline day (I set it a day too early) and I did actually finish the 10 lbs of potatoes. Gotta love it. It's another week now, and I expect it'll be wild, but that's life. I live in spite of it, I live because of it, and I live because I do. Giving off those freshly baked tray of cookies xenogender vibes, and absolutely going to do my best with or without the howling winds.

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via @swatercolor [insta]

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if you ever find yourself thinking “wow I scraped the bottom of the barrel with my energy with that and came out okay!” that’s the devil talking. you did not come out okay. you borrowed energy from the future. you will repay it if you don’t rest and replenish the borrowed energy first.

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For a second I thought I posted a vore thing to my main (this account) and went "oh goddamnit!" Thinking I had just flashbanged my semi-normal mutuals with my odd comforts, the momentary unease was admittedly there. Always check which blog you're posting from. Always.

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I regret to inform you that I have failed you. The task of potatoes was too great, and my stamina far too little.

About 3/4 of a pound of potatoes remains. Mashed, but so sorrowfully uneaten, and I am quite defeated. I prepared them before work, and forgot to add spices. By the time I dug in, it was too late. I had no time to retrieve the garlic powder so vital to my sacred mission, no flavor to aid in my quest.

(I'm still gonna add spices and eat it, but dammit my deadline lmao)

10 lbs of potatoes in a week, what could go wrong?

Hello vast expanses of the tumblr abyss, I have decided to undertake a journey. A divine calling. A foolish endeavor of the hubris of man. I was at my local grocery store a few days ago, and to my surprise, found that the five pounds of baking potatoes that I had been buying, figuring they were probably cheaper than a ten pound bag of more or less similar russets I wouldn't fully use, were priced in a way that it would work out that way, were not. Oh my dear readers, how wrong I was, and how I wish that the economy was that simple. The ten pound bag of russets was the same, TO THE CENT, price as five pound bag of baking potatoes. And so with a smile on my face and a fire in my heart yet to be tuberously tamped, I made my purchase and I sealed my fate.

Why a week you may ask? Because I have very little else to do right now. Long traumatic backstory aside, I need to be suffering at least a little bit before I feel sane enough to not actively sabotage my life, so fuck it. Eating a cheap and relatively nutritious meal but way too much of it? Not only is that tackling a problem I have of not eating enough already, but a cheaper dumbass thing to put myself through for the hell of it than, say, buying a sports car and running it off of a bridge. Approximately 8 AM June 9th, I used the first of the potatoes of the bag, and so begins the ticking timer on my potato self experiment.

The rules of this experiment!!: I can eat anything I'd like, but I must finish this bag before the split second between Saturday and Sunday that marks the final toll. I cannot share any of these potatoes, they are my burden alone. Also for the sake of something of a control, I won't be eating potatoes in other forms. No stopping for a box of french fries at the local burger sweatshop, no chips bought on a nice little sale, and absolutely no potatoes offered to me from the produce bin that were getting close to going off. Potato isolation in the purest form that a home scientist can reasonably reach.

I have eaten approximately four potatoes today and am currently meal prepping to increase my potato consumption's ease (and because I do that for work anyway). Stay tuned for my starchy spiral of sensibility.

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Potato update! I have eaten about half of the bag. About two and a half pounds of the remaining five pounds is already cooked and ready to eat, stored in the fridge. Also I shouldn't have tempted fate by saying I didn't have enough stress, because oh boy buckle in, personal life stress has shown up again. The potatoes have gone from enemy to sustaining ally.

10 lbs of potatoes in a week, what could go wrong?

Hello vast expanses of the tumblr abyss, I have decided to undertake a journey. A divine calling. A foolish endeavor of the hubris of man. I was at my local grocery store a few days ago, and to my surprise, found that the five pounds of baking potatoes that I had been buying, figuring they were probably cheaper than a ten pound bag of more or less similar russets I wouldn't fully use, were priced in a way that it would work out that way, were not. Oh my dear readers, how wrong I was, and how I wish that the economy was that simple. The ten pound bag of russets was the same, TO THE CENT, price as five pound bag of baking potatoes. And so with a smile on my face and a fire in my heart yet to be tuberously tamped, I made my purchase and I sealed my fate.

Why a week you may ask? Because I have very little else to do right now. Long traumatic backstory aside, I need to be suffering at least a little bit before I feel sane enough to not actively sabotage my life, so fuck it. Eating a cheap and relatively nutritious meal but way too much of it? Not only is that tackling a problem I have of not eating enough already, but a cheaper dumbass thing to put myself through for the hell of it than, say, buying a sports car and running it off of a bridge. Approximately 8 AM June 9th, I used the first of the potatoes of the bag, and so begins the ticking timer on my potato self experiment.

The rules of this experiment!!: I can eat anything I'd like, but I must finish this bag before the split second between Saturday and Sunday that marks the final toll. I cannot share any of these potatoes, they are my burden alone. Also for the sake of something of a control, I won't be eating potatoes in other forms. No stopping for a box of french fries at the local burger sweatshop, no chips bought on a nice little sale, and absolutely no potatoes offered to me from the produce bin that were getting close to going off. Potato isolation in the purest form that a home scientist can reasonably reach.

I have eaten approximately four potatoes today and am currently meal prepping to increase my potato consumption's ease (and because I do that for work anyway). Stay tuned for my starchy spiral of sensibility.

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what I love about those timid handwringing “am I allowed to breathe air???” types is sometimes a miracle will happen and something in their brains will snap and you can watch them kill the hall monitor in their heads with a shovel

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In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

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10 lbs of potatoes in a week, what could go wrong?

Hello vast expanses of the tumblr abyss, I have decided to undertake a journey. A divine calling. A foolish endeavor of the hubris of man. I was at my local grocery store a few days ago, and to my surprise, found that the five pounds of baking potatoes that I had been buying, figuring they were probably cheaper than a ten pound bag of more or less similar russets I wouldn't fully use, were priced in a way that it would work out that way, were not. Oh my dear readers, how wrong I was, and how I wish that the economy was that simple. The ten pound bag of russets was the same, TO THE CENT, price as five pound bag of baking potatoes. And so with a smile on my face and a fire in my heart yet to be tuberously tamped, I made my purchase and I sealed my fate.

Why a week you may ask? Because I have very little else to do right now. Long traumatic backstory aside, I need to be suffering at least a little bit before I feel sane enough to not actively sabotage my life, so fuck it. Eating a cheap and relatively nutritious meal but way too much of it? Not only is that tackling a problem I have of not eating enough already, but a cheaper dumbass thing to put myself through for the hell of it than, say, buying a sports car and running it off of a bridge. Approximately 8 AM June 9th, I used the first of the potatoes of the bag, and so begins the ticking timer on my potato self experiment.

The rules of this experiment!!: I can eat anything I'd like, but I must finish this bag before the split second between Saturday and Sunday that marks the final toll. I cannot share any of these potatoes, they are my burden alone. Also for the sake of something of a control, I won't be eating potatoes in other forms. No stopping for a box of french fries at the local burger sweatshop, no chips bought on a nice little sale, and absolutely no potatoes offered to me from the produce bin that were getting close to going off. Potato isolation in the purest form that a home scientist can reasonably reach.

I have eaten approximately four potatoes today and am currently meal prepping to increase my potato consumption's ease (and because I do that for work anyway). Stay tuned for my starchy spiral of sensibility.

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Sometimes it feels like you've lived your whole life in a house that's always a little bit on fire. Like it's usually just in one room and you make sure to wet the walls around it so it doesn't spread and that usually works. You were expected to take more responsibility over fire containment when you were like seven because it's not like you can expect your parents to always be 100% on guard about making sure the whole house doesn't catch fire, and you figure that's just how things are like.

And sometimes as a kid you visit your friends' homes and some of then whisper to you - grimacing with embarrassment - about how they're not supposed to tell anyone this, but there's a whole room in their house that's currently on fire. And you're like yeah it's ok I'm not supposed to tell people about the way our house is a little bit on fire all the time, too. And then you visit some other friend's house and there's no trace of fire anywhere, and you think "wow, these people are really good at hiding their house fire."

And one day you show up to work like "hey sorry I'm late, I forgot to wet the walls before going to bed last night and my whole house burned down", and you're startled by the way people react, acting like that must be the worst thing that has ever happened to you. And you're just like "chill, it's been years since the last time this happened, and it wasn't even that bad this time", and that just makes people more shocked, acting like that's the weirdest and most concerning thing they've ever heard anyone say, which only confuses you more.

And then someone tries to explain to you that people aren't supposed to have an ongoing house fire. Most people actually never experience a house fire in their lives. Like not even once. Not even a little bit. The normal amount of having your house be currently on fire is zero.

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All of my prose is purple, this is at most, a darker shade of violet than you've had the privilege of reading actually. If I can't paint a tragically beautiful scene about a cashier springing forth from the pits of despair, have I ever really grasped the faintest shred of what beauty can mean? Has anyone?

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Generalizing is usually bad. Unless it's me doing it, and then in which case it's just an intelligent observation. I do not need to unpack this.

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It's pride month, which means that all of you silly little gays (me included) now have you grow self esteem. Be proud of yourself. Celebrate your accomplishment. Do crime! Wait maybe not that last part.

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HEEEEELP

HELP ME

HEEEEELP

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I was surfing the web and found myself in an anticonsumerist sub reddit where I saw someone making an interesting point. They were saying that watching television even on streaming services nowadays is jam packed with so many advertisements that it actively makes it harder to not want to buy useless crap when watching those shows if you're not careful about assessing wants vs needs.

To that point, I raise an extension of the idea. Is fanfiction anticonsumerist? I would say it is. What's more against the idea of corporate messaging and price gouging once you've killed all the competition? A group of tumblr weirdos sitting in a circle and giggling over the same blorbos from one media for months, and sometimes extending those months by pulling in blorbos from other medias also already viewed in the past. By passing around our own beloved medias, we aren't spending as much time or money viewing ad laden crap nor paying for shows produced at breakneck pace with little artistic consideration.

I usually try my best not to get too super political on my blog since tumblr is where I go on to try not to think about the world burning for five minutes, so this is about as deep as I'll probably get into it, but a big thank you to all the fanfic writers for more than making silly little stories that fuel my soul. Apparently, they fuel my inability to be advertised to. Very punk of you.

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Ohh, so I was looking at my storage and found these! I originally shared them on twitter before yeeting the platform. Anyway, feel free to use! Art memes for your oc :D