buttered_onions

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“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”

— Unknown

[justcatposts]

Stupid donut, you think you can seduce me with impunity.

(Source)

[academicssay]

[catsonstamps-blog]

Pallas’s cat (Manul) Tajikistan, 1996

[notquiteapolyglot]

To people who use "þ" as an aesthetic "p"

þink again.

[tharook]

getting thorny in the linguistics fandom

[tk-tako]

þorny*

[solarine]

That also goes for using ß as an aesthetic B. 

On my old server, there was a character named ßillyßadass.

This never failed to make me laugh, because that letter is not pronounced like B. It is a sharp S. 

That guy named himself SsillySsadass. 

[liquidstar]

Also to people who you Σ as an aesthetic E

that’s an S too, Σo maybe check next time

[slowspinningredemption]

oh boy

Д as an aesthetic A? Дon’t be a дumbass.

И as an aesthetic N? don’t be sillи.

П as another aesthetic N? stoп it.

У as an aesthetic Y? ty bad.

Ш or Щ as an aesthetic W? nope. it’s “sh” and “shch”!

Я as an aesthetic R? surprise! it’s “ya”.

ah yes, that classic horror film SNYEYAPOVUL DIAYAIES

[everydaylouie]

onion magic

[archae-heart-deactivated2021012]

so many childhood autumns spent tracking elk with my father + grandfather among the colorado aspens.

[thexfiles]

being a student right now is so fucking terrible is anyone coping

[thexfiles]

like what the fuck is a deadline when 1 million people have died

[awed-frog]

I’m not a student, but this is a thought that crosses my mind every day. And every day I try telling myself, Keep working, because when this is all over, you’ll be glad for the work you’ve done. 

It’s like the long winters of the past, when the granaries would slowly empty and people started to fear spring would never come again: during the dark days, you do things. You repair your tools. You enjoy each other’s company. You sing old songs and write new ones. You make ropes and nets and weave blankets and do anything you don’t have time for in the summer. And it’s hard to do it and hard to stay hopeful, but that way, when spring comes - and spring does come, spring will come - you can start working in the fields with a brand-new plow and good boots and a head full of songs.

[dasfeministmermaid]

Thank you

[kayvsworld]

I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes

[professorsparklepants]

I've made this post like six times but it still fucks me up the China's mountains just look like that. Like I spent decades thinking it was stylistic but no, they just have different mountains over there.

[professorsparklepants]

For reference, here's what my local mountains look like:

Here's the general art style Chinese mountains are drawn in:

And here's how some of them actually look:

[dreamsequencer]

What the FUCK

[adelicateculturecell]

I’m specifically reblogging this here because I know there is a geological reason for this and I know at least one of you has to know it.

[tharkflark1]

thank you 

[thesigilwitch]

I was just about to spiral into a bad panic attack, and my boyfriend goes "Stick an ice cube in your mouth." I'm not really sure where he got the idea, and I kinda laughed at it because I didn't see how it would help, but he was insistent. So I did it.

And now I'm on my second cube, because it worked.

[thesigilwitch]

He explained his reasoning to me when he got home.

1. I would initially think "what the fuck" and be distracted from the anxiety. (Correct.)

2. The cold of the ice would shock my system, bringing me back to the physical world and reality, drawing my focus to the cold in my mouth, and keep my brain away from thinking "I'm panicking, I must be dying." (Correct.)

3. He assumed I hadn't drank much water today and wanted to keep me hydrated. (Triple correct.)

[pigeonwithaknife]

It also forced your mouth to make saliva!

When you go into fight or flight mode, non-crucial body functions stop working so you have more energy to do what you need to do to survive (oooor to spiral into a panic attack). By forcing yourself to make saliva it helps calm you down because since fight or flight is an all or nothing response, they can’t happen at the same time.

Learned that from my old therapist, who would use it with veterans with ptsd

[queer-papayas]

I’m doing this right now and its working????

[autumnsnuggling]

THIS! Do this!

Anxiety is an emotional thing BUT there are feedback systems in place in your body that pay attention to physical states as well, which is why you then experience raised heart rate and so on when anxious. Eliminate or confuse one feedback system? Reduce anxiety.

Go be free!

[smute]

biting into a lemon also works

[k-phoenix]

Btw, this is part of Dialectic Behavioural Therapy, DBT for short, which was invented by a woman with borderline. It doesn't only work with panic attacks but also self harm, negative thought spirals, and sometimes even intrusive flashbacks.

Eating very spicey stuff works as well. I used to keep little packets of wasabi in my jacket, and that saved me more times I can count.

[breelandwalker]

Reblogging to save a LIFE.

[hourlymemes]

[bri-ecrit]

Students, you have NO IDEA how high that bar is. 

[stationelven]

fuck dude, there’s sure not

[butteredonions]

Resonance: a Voltron/Star Wars Fusion

2.6k | Sheith | not part of Those Before Us | written for a zine that never went, so here it is | Happy May The Fourth :) summary:

Life as an officer in the Empire is predictable and monotonous. It’s all Keith knows. It’s all life is. It doesn’t matter if it’s not fulfilling.

At least, that’s what he thinks before Jakku.

Excerpt:

The pilot’s gaze flickers from Sendak to Keith.

Everything - slows. 

There’s fear in the pilot’s gaze, sure. Everyone’s afraid of Sendak. That isn’t what’s startling. What’s startling is the depths of those eyes, the way the light of too-many fires reflects in them. The pilot’s dark brown eyes stare back at Keith in a mingled mix of fear and determination, of startling courage and open terror, of surprise and just the hint of a desperate plea -

Keith’s breath catches in his throat. He’s stood at Sendak’s shoulder in front of prisoners before. This situation is no different. This shouldn’t be any different. This - 

“Take him away,” Sendak orders, and Keith’s whole world shifts.

He’s never seen eyes like that before.

[read the rest here. HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH!]

[butteredonions]

Resonance: a Voltron/Star Wars Fusion

2.6k | Sheith | not part of Those Before Us | written for a zine that never went, so here it is | Happy May The Fourth :) summary:

Life as an officer in the Empire is predictable and monotonous. It's all Keith knows. It's all life is. It doesn't matter if it's not fulfilling.

At least, that's what he thinks before Jakku.

Excerpt:

The pilot’s gaze flickers from Sendak to Keith.

Everything - slows. 

There’s fear in the pilot’s gaze, sure. Everyone’s afraid of Sendak. That isn’t what’s startling. What’s startling is the depths of those eyes, the way the light of too-many fires reflects in them. The pilot’s dark brown eyes stare back at Keith in a mingled mix of fear and determination, of startling courage and open terror, of surprise and just the hint of a desperate plea -

Keith’s breath catches in his throat. He’s stood at Sendak’s shoulder in front of prisoners before. This situation is no different. This shouldn’t be any different. This - 

“Take him away,” Sendak orders, and Keith’s whole world shifts.

He’s never seen eyes like that before.

[read the rest here. HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH!]

[sixteen-stars]

If you leave a comment on a fic, you are the best person ever, and you just inspired that writer so much.

I just updated a fic that I hadn't updated in like a year and a half because someone left a comment. And I'm looking at working on my other fics because I reread the comments people left.

So please, leave a comment! Even if it's just a little thing that says, hey I really liked this! It means the world.

[serenaci]

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