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boobs is better than titties as a word because boobs is bouba while titties is kiki
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Clingy Boyfriends
Well this WAS going up earlier but AO3 is down. 😡 So I'll just post it here for now, but it'll go up there EVENTUALLY. Written for @bucktommyfluffebruary day twenty-three: clingy boyfriends. AO3 link to go here eventually, and it's all here, too, because it's not even 900 words:
Tommy makes it all of twenty minutes in the garage before he's going inside and seeing what Evan is doing.
They've been living together for two weeks, have spent half of that time working, and Tommy's been trying to let Evan settle in. Even though he spent a lot of time at the house after they got back together, but still. He doesn't want Evan to feel like he's hovering.
But he just wants to see what he's up to. Maybe give him a kiss.
Evan is sitting on the floor having apparently gotten distracted while folding his laundry. Instead, he's chewing on his thumb and reading something on his phone. When Tommy is about to turn and creep back into the garage, his foot makes the hardwood creak, and Evan looks up with a smile.
“Hey!” he says, then looks down at all of the unfolded clothes.”I meant to be done already.”
Tommy shrugs and smiles, wandering closer to him. “No rush, I guess. Unless you had something else you wanted to do before dinner, and we just had lunch.”
Evan stretches one of his legs out and reaches a hand toward him as he gets closer. Tommy thinks he needs a hand up, but Evan tugs gently, and he's instead bending down for a kiss.
“No, just wanted to hang out with you,” Evan says, smiling and letting him go.
Tommy grabs the ottoman and sits it on the other side of the laundry basket. “Okay.”
As he helps Evan fold, Evan ends up scooting and shifting things so his shoulder is against the side of Tommy's knee. Once everything is done and set in the basket, he uses Tommy to get up, kissing him on the way. When he's stood up, Tommy grabs him around his thighs and rubs his face against Evan’s stomach.
“Wanna help me put stuff away?” Evan asks, carding his fingers through Tommy's hair.
Tommy lifts his shirt to kiss his happy trail. “Mm, or something.”
Evan laughs, and the sound makes Tommy smile. When he stands, he picks up the laundry basket and carries it to their room, setting it next to Evan’s dresser. He turns, and Evan backs him up against the bed.
“What about your laundry?” Tommy teases.
“It'll still be here,” Evan says, shrugging.
“So will I,” Tommy points out. “I live here.”
Evan grins and pushes him back on the bed. “So do I.”
Tommy reaches out and grabs him, pulling him down and kissing him. He smiles and nuzzles Evan’s jaw before nipping at it.
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“Where'd you go?” Evan mumbles when Tommy slips back under the covers.
“Bathroom,” he replies, pulling his boyfriend into his arms and kissing his shoulder. He's warm from the afternoon sun and a post-sex nap. “Is that okay?”
“Mm-mm.” Evan rolls onto his back and kisses him. “No leaving.”
Tommy smiles and kisses his nose. “Okay.”
They stay in bed until they're both ready to get up, and then they're pulling on sweats. Tommy sits on the bed and plays Two Dots while Evan puts his clothes away. When he's done, he sits behind Tommy, chest pressed to his back, and reaches around to make a square.
“What do you wanna do now?” Evan asks.
“Mm, couch rot and snacks,” Tommy decides.
“Hell yeah.” He bites playfully at Tommy's trap. “Let's go.”
He realizes that by the time they're making dinner together, they haven't been more than a couple feet apart most of the day.
“I'm not hovering, right?” he wonders.
“No, I'm not being clingy, right?” Evan asks, his brows furrowing.
Tommy sets his knife down and scratches his stubble with a grin. “I think we both are.”
Evan smiles from where he's stirring what will be chicken and dumplings on the stovetop. “You know, Maddie said we basically act like we're conjoined when we go out with everyone. So I don't think that's, uh, new.”
When Tommy tips the cut up chicken into the pot, he presses against Evan’s back and watches him stir it in. “I don't think I've ever really been clingy before.”
“As someone who operates at a base level of clingy, it's better when it's reciprocated,” Evan says, tipping his head to the side as Tommy kisses his neck. “Maybe we're just, y'know, in love.”
Tommy grins and squeezes Evan’s pec through his shirt. “Speak for yourself, I'm in this for your body.”
Evan laughs and backs them up so he can grab the cookie scoop for the dough. When he does, he turns and hooks an arm around Tommy's neck. “Same. I'm also in this for my body.”
When Tommy grabs his ass with both hands and pulls him close with a growl, Evan laughs into their next kiss.
“I love you,” Tommy says, squeezing his ass. “In case that wasn't obvious.”
“Mm, I love you, too,” Evan replies, kissing him again. “Could be a little more obvious, though. Skywriting, billboard, some—”
Tommy cuts him off with a kiss before releasing him and grabbing the dumpling dough. He dutifully holds the bowl while Evan scoops it out and drops it into the stew.
It's not a job for two people, but it's nice to do it together.
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numbah one rule of headaches is keep looking at that screen and turn the brightness alllllllllll the way up… and a little electronic music couldn’t hurt.. if that’s your style
Playing dragons age for the first time gave me fucking whiplash.
I've read a lot of fantasy and come in contact with many different fantasy type media set in medieval Europe and there's always a church vaguely like the catholic one.
And I was always thinking, yeah I guess that is catholic inspired, and there is some criticism or whatever.
But playing dragons age... I was relating so hard. I completely understood the point of this church, I understood the history, I understood how they are working, I could relate it to what I know about religion, what I lived.
I am by no means a religious person. I also did not grow up very catholic. But I did go to the lesson in school and I am at least catholic by proxy. There is much ingrained in my personality and after leaving the church it's a hard subject to unpack. However, looking at it from a completely fantastical perspective is interesting, if only for analysis purposes.
A little kiss after a long day of work 💖
Well, I still got my project to do, but I can’t resist the urge to draw them anymore, so…
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I was explaining the numb white scars on my right index finger, and someone asked "but why would you put your finger against the blade of a hand mixer" and the entire chat repeated "intrusive thoughts" and "call of the void" immediately and almost in synch. And people started talking about how they've injured themselves that way, and a few people said they learned a genuine lesson.
yikes. I've almost never had that with anything -- but I have felt the siren call of the Hobart Dough Hook
This is an industrial stand mixer (often it has a grating attachment to that round top port sticking out like a pipe end on the top left of the pic) and Hobart is a very popular brand for these machines, which are often nearly as tall as a person
the thing hanging from the mixing arm into the bowl part is a dough hook
it looks like this and spins around mixing the dough
Here is a smaller one, but you can see what it looks like when it goes
So one of my first kitchens, everyone who got shown how to use the enormous 5ft tall Hobart we had, they got some variation of this speech:
"DO NOT reach into the mixer while it's on. I know, you think that now, but you're going to get comfortable around it, it's going to seem like it's moving slow, and you're going to feel like reaching in there to check the dough or something without turning it off. DON'T. DO THAT. One guy a couple years ago went to the hospital with every bone in his arm broken and a dislocated shoulder and it was from reaching into this exact machine we're using today. You're going to feel like you can reach in real quick without stopping the machine, and I'm telling you, turn it off first."
I got that speech too, and sure enough, there came a day when I felt the urge. Which i resisted. But then. Then there started to be reasons to reach in there.
Like maybe the person using the grating attachment hadn't cleaned the port good enough and a couple of strips of grated carrot fell onto the dough, where it would stay sort of oscillating on the top of the dough ball for a little bit before getting sucked down to be kneaded deep into the dough. It's a single button to stop the machine, but, for some reason it just seems like such a hassle, and you've always wanted to do it, c'mon, look how slow it's moving...
So i did. And it was fine! Altho i could see why people get it wrong, what seemed like about a 3 second window actually turned out to be less than a full second once you got your hand down there, and there really wasn't as much space as it seemed like there was, and the angle you had to go at did slow you down just a little... But now that i knew all that, i should be fine to do it as long as i was careful, right?
Then one day it happened. I must of brushed ever so slightly against the metal of the dough hook. It is shaped and moving in a way designed to draw material in toward the center and down and it tugged my hand ever so slightly in and down.
Which would have been fine but I was already touching the dough, so it tugged my fingers into the dough just enough for it to get the slightest grip on them, which tugged my hand in just enough to get caught between the hook and the dough which gripped it surprisingly hard and yanked my hand down and in a circle like having someone hold your hand tightly and spin in a circle and all my joints locked up against each other painfully so fast!
Luckily I was able to get my arm out before I suffered more than a sore shoulder, hurt elbow, and sprained wrist and sprained finger... but things went from totally fine to sheer panic faster than anything i've ever experienced.
Even so, only a week later and barely recovered, I caught myself just before i reached my hand into the dough bowl while it was on, the siren call of the Hobart singing strongly still.
So many people felt it. I heard so many close call stories. Some models like the Hobart 660 comes with this wire cage safety guard now, and I guarentee it is 100% because no matter how you warn people, they can't resist reaching in while it's running
I did it again on my left hand just over a week ago. The side of my pointer finger now has two nearly parallel scars that are healing nicely. I'm fascinated by the body's healing process. I need to stop poking the main scar.
This is what being aromantic feels like. By the way. (The blue circled part, if that wasn't obvious)
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Sims 4 update number 4 this week hsjsjsj
So it wasn't just my sim who was being mean? So glad this isn't a me problem 😂
Okay, but why can't we have sunken pits for people to sit around an groove in anymore?
conversation pits, my beloved.
You can still have one if you have a backhoe and are brave.
In concept I love these. In practice I am going to forget it's there and break my neck the moment anything is on my mind other than carefully watching my every step in my own home which is just not a concern I am naturally conditioned to have
That's why my conversation pit will be full of gelatine
You could fill it with multi-colored balls and have all your friends from tumblr over!
(or do the xkcd 150 thing, i'm not the boss of you)
You know who deserves a snooze in the sun in a white suit and straw hat? Mr Mycroft Holmes.
He has to visit Holmes and Watson for a little seaside holiday *sometimes*
(... not in the game. But eventually I'm sure he would.)
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So, um.
I have some really good news for you:
Be Sherlock Holmes' Languorous Older Brother
Going from: this guy is definitely into me
To: no, that is rude to assume after all I don't want to be that guy who can't believe that friendship between men and women can be just friendship and instead believes that the man definitely wants something from the woman
Anyway the guy confessed...
So that guy was definitely into me...
A man goes to see his Rabbi in a panic, and he gets there and he says, “Rabbi you’ll never guess what! My son has run away to become a Christian!” And the Rabbi responds, “Well you’ll never guess what! My son has also run away to become a Christian!” So the man asks the Rabbi what to do and the Rabbi says that they should pray to G-d. So they pray and tell him of their plight and G-d replies, “You’ll never guess what!”
- An old Hasidic joke that my Dad likes to tell me
An old Jewish lady ducks into a church one night during a sudden rain shower. The priest comes in while she’s waiting out the rain and says, “you can’t be here, we don’t allow your kind in here.”
So the lady stands up and grabs the baby jesus statue from their nativity scene and says, “come along bubbala, you heard the man, we aren’t allowed in here”
-my grandmother’s favorite joke
A rabbi goes to see his friend the bishop. “Listen,” he says, “there’s something I’ve never quite understood about the Catholic church. it’s hierarchical, right?”
“Right,” says the bishop.
“So,” says the rabbi, “if you do a really great job as a bishop, you might become…what?”
“Well,” says the bishop, “if I’m fortunate, I might become an archbishop.”
“And if you do a really great job as an archbishop?”
“I suppose, someday, I could even be a cardinal.”
“And if you do a really great job as a cardinal?”
“I guess after that I could, theoretically, become the Pope.”
“And if you do a really great job as the Pope?”
“What would you expect me to become after the Pope?” says the bishop, who’s starting to get a little annoyed. “God Himself?”
The rabbi shrugs. “Well,” he says “one of our boys made it.”
I know another one.
One night at a nunnery the nuns are woken by loud singing and drunken revelry. They look and see its some Jews celebrating one thing or another just outside.
“You can’t be here!” The nuns say angrily. “This is disrespectful, don’t you know we are the brides of Christ?”
“oh, then that’s no issue, we’re from the groom’s side!”
Unfriendly reminder that while you're busy mourning the loss of your childs old gender, claiming you need to mourn the death of your son/daughter, there's a group of boys/girls/enbies scrambling to take your kid clothes shopping, snatching up the chance to take those "first" experiences from you forever. Your sons first fishing trip is gonna be with his best bros, your daughters first makeover is going to be with her girl friends, your kids first camping trip out as themselves is gonna be with the besties. Good luck getting those bonding experiences back. While you're busy trying to guilt-trip your kid with your weird manufactured parental trauma, there's a whole community ready to take your place as the better family.
Your loss, someone elses gain.
I literally had school four (4) times this year, and already had a mental breakdown about it twice.
Somebody help please.
Hello Darlings!
I'm back from not being depressed so that's great! I mean I've been back for a while now, but I only just now remembered this blog.
Don't worry I've been on Tumblr, just not posting here.
My irl friend followed my Sideblog where I reblog all fandom related stuff. I don't know why/how they found it. I wish they didn't. I hope they don't know it's me. That would be so embarrassing. I'm scared now and sad.
I've been thinking about using this one for the fandom reblogs, but that doesn't really feel right. This feels more like my personal-public-diary.
Well we'll see what happens I guess. Maybe I'll make a new blog, or I just stop using Tumblr and get myself a new addiction.
How did this woman find my side log again? And why? I know they doesn't particularly like fanfic, why would they follow me?
This is the worst thing that could have happened. And it happened a second time.
Why???
I think people get mixed up a lot about what is fun and what is rewarding. These are two very different kinds of pleasure. You need to be able to tell them apart because if you don't have a balanced diet of both then it will fuck you up, and I mean that in a "known cause of persistent clinical depression" kind of way.
When people say they enjoy things, they usually mean one of two things. The first is that these things are fun; that is, they satisfy immediate emotional needs or desires for pleasure. Candy Crush is fun, for people who are into that sort of thing; waterslides are fun, watching TV is fun. Fun, in the way I'm defining it for this post, is the party food of pleasure; immediately and usually temporarily satisfying, and after that, mostly satisfying only as a happy memory (although some of these activities, like watching a TV show, can generate further opportunities for pleasure down the line like daydreaming, discussion, and making fanart). Like party food, this kind of fun is a good thing to have, and someone who doesn't get enough of it is at high risk of stress-related health concerns. Also burnout. A lack of fun is a major contributor to burnout.
The second kind of pleasure that most people talk about is rewarding activity. The lack of rewarding activity in one's life is a major contributor to depression. It creates a sense of purposelessness and worthlessness and generates a low attention span, sapping the ability to feel long-term motivation or pleasure. People usually try to pick themselves up with the first kind of fun, which is a band-aid but not a very sticky one; the lack of rewarding activity grows and festers over time. Rewarding pleasure involves working on something long-term that feels worthwhile. There are usually also spots of fun (or you wouldn't have gotten into the activity enough for it to become rewarding), but there also tends to be long slogs that aren't that fun. Nevertheless, when people report on doing said activity, they will speak about it with great enjoyment and remember it being enjoyable and claim they like it. (I like being a writer. Writing can sometimes be boring as shit.) (Look into Csíkszentmihályi's work on experience sampling and flow states for more info on this, it is FASCINATING.)
In Reality is Broken, Jane McGonigal sums up what she thinks are the most important contributing factors to rewarding activity. These are not the only factors, but I agree that they're a good baseline of the critical ones. I'm going to paraphrase them using different language. The four big contributors are:
Satisfying work. This is the vaguest one because different people find different things satisfying. Basically, the task itself should feel productive, and you should not feel bad about doing it to the point where it causes you distress. Satisfying work involves clear goals with actionable steps and a clear product, preferably something that you can see, touch or use. A clean house, a new high score, a freshly built table, a happy child.
Mastery. Rewarding pleasure is often something that you can get better at. There are things to learn, practice, improve. Improving your ability to solve tricky code problems, getting better at painting landscapes, figuring out fun new strategies in Magic: The Gathering, being able to build computers better or faster or cheaper. Mastery does not require becoming the best at something (although some people enjoy that specifically also), merely seeing progress in yourself and being able to take pride int he fact that you are better than you were.
Social connection. Rewarding pleasure often involves social or community connection. A long-term social group that discusses fan theories of their favourite show. Your weekly tabletop rpg. Teaching a room full of kids who to make leather belts. Working at a small bookshop and making small talk with all the tourists. Some people find social activity to be fun in the 'immediate pleasure' kind of way, some don't, but it is a critical factor in mental health and in the long-term... rewardingness (?)... of a hobby. Animals can also partially fill this niche, but be warned, they are far, far less effective than people. Your cat might be able to stop you from committing suicide today. You cat alone will not make your life satisfying.
Contribution. Humans are community animals and have a need to be something larger than ourselves or, more specifically to be of service to something larger than ourselves. Looking after kids, cooking big meals for others, creating art or physical products for others. Teaching the next generation how to read. Serving your God. Saving a species of small fish from extinction. Volunteering at your local charity shop or soup kitchen. Being a member of a crowd to reach the Guinness World Record for "most people fit into a storage crate". Making useful tutorial videos, being an entertainer, joining your local queer support group or political organisation. Humans fucking love to be part of something bigger than their own brain and they fucking love to help people.
The world is full of rewarding activities, and not all of them rate high in all four categories. The woman working in the charity shop warehouse and chatting with her coworkers isn't necessarily all that interested in mastery of her job (although I've worked in these places and some people do take pride in learning to be as efficient as possible), the musical hermit training to become the best violinist in the world might not be all that interested in social connection or how the audience actually feels about him. You might have noticed that I've listed hobbies, jobs, and non-employed but important life work (volunteering and childrearing) as possible rewarding activities; you can find rewarding activities everywhere. (In fact the lack of rewarding pleasure in our work lives is a very serious problem that companies keep trying to condescendingly band-aid over. The late David Graeber had a lot to say about this and I highly recommend his work, particularly Bullshit Jobs, which is a book specifically discussing the lack of above points 1 and 4 (satisfying work and sense of contribution) in so many modern workplaces and its distressing psychological ramifications). Rewarding activities are not 'fun' all the time; in fact, Csíkszentmihályi's work found that many of them are quite unfun most of the time. They do, however, create long term pleasure, and are emotionally and psychologically critical.
One final point: research shows that computer stuff counts less. This isn't a 'hurr durr edison was a witch get off your damn computers and get a real job' point; plenty of people do most of their rewarding activity on computers, because the supply cost is so low (most of us already own some kind of computer) and it's so much easier to find an existing community. But it does, psychologically speaking, count less; your brain isn't very good at seeing computers stuff as as 'real', on a primitive sensory level, as things you can touch with your hands or people that are right in front of you. Your massive community of fellow fans on the internet are less effective at filling your social needs than the crochet club at your local library, even if you like the people on the internet much more. It doesn't have to be everything, but ideally you should have at least one physical meatspace social club and at least one physical meatspace hobby, craft, or volunteer job. (They can be the same thing. You can volunteer at a soup kitchen for both.) They don't have to be the most important thing -- I care way more about my writing (electronic) than my crochet (meatspace) and I do the writing a lot more -- but the meatspace thing should exist, if you can manage it.