Idunno bout you but I think this meme is just ✨chefs kiss✨
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Idunno bout you but I think this meme is just ✨chefs kiss✨
Nicky was always meant to be stillborn. He was never supposed to live after birth, but Rio gave Agatha more time with him, and in turn he got more time with Agatha.
Whether it was implied or not, he was always the son of Death. He was always supposed to go home to his other mother. When Death finally beckoned him home that night, Rio wouldn’t allow him to join her until he kissed Agatha’s cheek. And he knew, instantaneously, to kiss Agatha not once, but twice.
Once from him, and once from Rio.
Though he was always meant to join Death at her side, Rio gave Agatha the chance to be his mother, too, and now I am a mess about it and will be thinking about this for a long time.
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11/4 edit: Wow, y'all have completely overwhelmed me with your love for this little meta, so as thanks, I turned it into a bit of fic we can all cry together about.
Read "Once (Twice) from Nicky" on AO3.
11/19 edit: So I have Agathario brain rot now (ty Jac Schaeffer) and couldn’t help starting a longer form fic because this family just makes me a mess. So, in light of this, I am selfishly adding the link to this fic below so we can all be messes together.
Read “Five Stages (in Grief’s Embrace)” on AO3.
what if you were GAY and your girlfriend was the personification of DEATH and then your SON died and she had to reap his SOUL or whatever because it was her JOB and then you never forgave her but she still LOVED you and then you projected your GRIEF onto a random teenager while battling through DEATH trials with PATTI LUPONE
No more romance in 2026. I need a scary woman to kidnap me and keep me locked in her basement
i think in 2026 we should all stop pretending that letting feminine women in media be portrayed as Strong or Respected is somehow still novel or counterculture and start being critical of how many works do not have any female characters that aren't feminine.
btw this post was about me seeing a tweet where someone said "for once femininity isnt equal to weakness" about umamusume
unexpectedly sexy part of the Sinners credits. we LOVE a thoroughly sourced film.
logging back after a multi-year hiatus just to reblog my tumblr cameo
SINNERS RAILROAD CONSULTANT KELLY LYNCH???
the whole "your [dead] pet got sent to live on a beautiful farm" euphemism used to confuse the heck out of me, bc when i was little my parents actually did send our dog to live on a farm
shutup shutup shutup yes i know it really happened bc WE GOT THE DOG BACK EVENTUALLY. i know i've trained you all not to trust my basic understanding of reality (it's mid at best) but this is not me once again being extremely naive, WE GOT THE DOG BACK LATER
*my autistic ass nodding along sincerely as my classmates sarcastically refer to "being sent to live on a farm upstate"* yeah like when my parents had to move for work and Bingo went to live with my uncle for two years
i... don't actually have any memories of the dog before it went to the farm. technically i have no firsthand evidence that it was the same dog. i just remember knowing we had a dog on a farm and eventually the dog appeared. that would be an INSANE thing to lie to a 5-year-old about. then again my parents have definitely done weirder
ah. tumblr's favorite game. gaslighting gaud
it used to be the other way around IT USED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND WHAT IS THIS WHERE AM I WHATS HAPPENING
2026
READ VORACIOUSLY
EAT VORACIOUSLY
TAKE NOTE OF BIRDS
MAKE ART YES THAT ART
KEEP GOING
LIVE
sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar
By the way. The whole “oh, well some of us have to push through our disability because we don’t have the option to be that disabled!” isn’t even laterally ableist, it is just ableist. Like, punching down, deeply fucking ableist, and I am so sick of it.
Great, congrats, you personally are able to “push through” chronic fatigue and walk around a bit or whatever. Yes it sucks that you have to injure yourself to survive. But that is not unique to you/being LSN, and I’m so fucking sick of less severely disabled people derailing every higher-needs post to try and…. Guilt trip the op for being disabled??
It's gross!!! It's so gross!!! High support needs Disabled people deserve to be able to talk about their realities without receiving some of the most vile ableist talking points from everyone in and outside their community.
Finally, an open hardware printer you can actually understand, repair, and upgrade
Open Printer is an open-source, repairable inkjet printer designed for makers, artists, and anyone tired of throwaway hardware. Built with standard mechanical components and modular parts, it’s easy to assemble, modify, and repair. You can print on standard sheets or paper rolls and choose between black or color cartridges, refillable at your convenience.
This project aims to reclaim our everyday tools. As such, it features no proprietary drivers, no cartridge DRM that locks you to a single vendor and is designed to never become obsolete. The Open Printer is built for longevity and customizability, ensuring that it remains fully under your control.
I hope every one in the notes excited about this printer goes to the link and signs up to receive updates so the people making it can actually see the amount of interest this project has.
my mom sent me some halloween decorations but the garland was missing some letters
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yet another way usamerican-centred social media has Harmed Me is that it had me absolutely terrified when i got a customer service job. i'd been reading posts upon posts about how customers were swearing and yelling and ripping cashiers' faces off at the drop of a hat and then i worked as a cashier for like six months and everyone was fine. i had like two people be rude to me and one was because he drove a white ford transit so i didn't expect much anyway and the other was because it was below zero outside and the water froze. which despite his frothing rage was so conceptually funny i couldn't really take it to heart.
oh wait there was one more incident. a man and a woman came in and they were so short and bitchy and i was still on edge re: the us fearmongering so i was like should i be a Bad Bitch like on all those legendary r/talesfromretail comeback stories that totally happened and then i was like no. i'm gonna stay in my lane. so anyway i did and they came up to pay for their snacks and after the transaction was complete the man said 'i am so sorry, we must appear so rude' and i said oh you know i've had worse haha (ford transit man) and he said 'i still want to apologise. it's just our father died and we're on our way to his funeral.' ok number one thank GOD i didn't try to be a Bad Bitch and number two they then showed me pictures of their dad on their phones and told some stories about him and it turned into a lovely interaction and i still think of them and their dad. so.
ok wait one more story. there was another man who came in and he didn't say a word to me. just came in, pointed at the petrol pump he wanted to pay for, put some stuff on the counter, and waited for me to ring him up. i asked him the usual questions and he'd just nod or shake his head. i was like ok... but this was after the funeral siblings so i was happy to be in my lane. no Bad Bitch urges this time. i ring him up and he pays and everything, then puts his stuff in his pockets. as soon as he has a hand free he reaches up and pulls down his collar to press his finger over a tracheostomy stoma and say thank you. my man literally cannot talk with his hands full and he made the specific effort to make sure he could thank me.
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