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he/xe, twenties we contain multitudes

[mottled-dead]

You can't have a character with significant scarring and not give them the non visual aspects ot scarring (numbness, chronic pain, mobility issues, itching, temperature disregulation, etc.), thats just disability erasure

[crabussy]

(guy who just bit the inside of his mouth real bad by accident) to have Teeth For Eating Meat and then also being Made Of Meat is so extremely stupid. can we do something about this

[luckydicekirby]

sometimes a fic can just be about the age old question 'how emotionally bad for everyone involved can a threesome be when they all did in fact agree to be there'

[what-even-is-thiss]

Also people being obsessed with Greek mythology as kids wasn’t invented by Percy Jackson. My dad read the Iliad and the odyssey in high school because one of his friends was super obsessed with Ancient Greek lit and he was like “well I can’t let him be smarter and more well read than I am I’ve gotta catch up”

[lamignonette]

[hellenhighwater]

Should I be saving my money for a down payment on a house and getting rid of furniture so I have less to move? Yes. And also yes.

But consider:

She's $300 and I need her

[hellenhighwater]

She's here!!

This side-by-side was built by the Rockford Desk and Furniture Co., which only existed from 1891-1895. I've found one singular other example of this cabinet, which was auctioned over a decade ago, and was stained a dark cherry color. I personally like the color of the quartersawn oak as it is, so I'm not planning a full restoration.

[hellenhighwater]

Wait I just realized this puts her in line of sight with my favorite chifforobe and I love how they look together. Very different periods and styles (art noveau vs art deco) but I feel like there's a dialogue there.

We are not judging the mess in my drawing room, that's a later problem. Work table all covered in nonsense...

[tragicwaif]

when a cloth mutual sees your wire post it’s not that bad but when a wire mutual sees you clothposting……😓

[mummer]

it’s crazy how when you’re 11 you think wow nationalism is the root of all evil and war is despicable and religion is the opiate of the masses and misogyny is everywhere and climate change is our most dire threat. and you start to grow up and you think well surely it will become more nuanced to me, surely there must be a reason adults arent breaking down wailing in the streets due to the cruelty of this world. and then you become an adult and you think wow nationalism is the root of all evil and war is despicable and religion is the opiate of the masses and misogyny is everywhere and climate change is our most dire threat

[kuttithevangu]

I have a disease called if the author tells me this world is good and then doesn’t examine the power structures involved I start looking for the Omelas hole

[confines]

communication

[heedra]

really losing my patience for any 'feminist' statement to the tune of 'we need feminism because women fill a fundamentally different and necessary role than men and will be better at doing x y or z'. like actually i think we need feminism because it is an unbearable death of the spirit by inches to exist in a world where you are not seen as a fully realized human being because of a single cultural determination, and because a world that enshrines such things creates systems that are fundamentally sick to the core

[creekfiend]

feeling really insane but all the usual avenues for impulsively going off the deep end are medically contraindicated for me so the only one I really have left is "spend unwise amount of dollars on art supplies" which doesn't feel nearly as cool or satisfying as going on some sort of badass sex and drugs bender

[inkskinned]

when i was younger i loved the blade and the hook and the tear of a tendon. for a long time i was feeding myself on pain alone. it felt like a needlepointed symmetry: internal anguish can be expressed in external injury. everything had to be hard and loud and fast and violent. i drove erratically and had rough sex with the wrong people and made terrible friends and let people feed from my bloodstream. the only way i knew how to handle the rot was with violence, to rip it out of me, to put my body down like a sick dog. in some mental quarry of self-hatred i'd try to blunt-force pickaxe out the misery from my brainstem; as if i could drown what was already underwater. i was perpetually disgusted by my own failure to comply. no matter how many bitemarks or burnt bridges or bloodstains or bruises or bad nights; i was still me. i was still hurting.

so who am i, then, to speak about softness. it's been years since i touched a blade like that, but i still wear the scars in the summer. i know i could get in my car and drive off the face of the map but instead i get in my car and i visit my friends. i could kill myself i suppose but how could i ever explain that absence to my dog, and besides - i haven't been to my own wedding yet.

all i know about softness i learned from the bottom of a sharp pit. there's a younger, hungry version of me, a growling tiger still unsated. every gentle thing is still alien to her. she doesn't understand the concept; it is abhorrent. she thinks it's boring. she thinks it's letting go. she snarls: i made a promise. we would rather burn out than go quiet, remember? i made a promise i would rip all the meaning from this life like a peach pit.

this is the meaning, beloved: today there are cherries waiting for me to eat them. i put my hand on warm moss while on the phone with shannon. i made a new matcha recipe today, and it's quite delicious. tomorrow i'm going to get in my car and instead of screaming or crashing it or disappearing, i am going to go visit my cousin.

in my youth i think i wanted to be loved like a bent needle - under the skin, permanent, an emotional scarification. i have been in the middle of broken glass my whole life. i think i replaced the concept of peace with the numb fear at the edge of a knife.

i know now i can only be loved as far as the sound travels, otherwise it's all just echo. i want to be loved like a purring cat, quiet and gentle. although she's still romanceable, i generally steer clear of blue-winged strife. she sits in the dark corners of my room, pouting, and i teach her how to do the laundry and get to work on time.

i open the curtains. i want to let in the light.

[mendingbone]

River & Loey & Adam— ʟᴜᴄʏ ᴅᴀᴄᴜs,ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ...//sᴜsᴀɴ ʜᴏᴡᴇ, sɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs//ғʀᴀɴᴢ ᴋᴀғᴋᴀ, ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪʟᴇɴᴀ//ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀssɪᴄ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ//ᴇᴛʜᴇʟ ᴄᴀɪɴ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ʙᴇᴅ//ɪsᴀᴀᴄ ᴍᴀʀɪᴏɴ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs//ᴍᴀʙᴇʟ, ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ 𝟸𝟾: ᴍᴀᴛʀʏᴏsʜᴋᴀ//ᴇʀɪɴ sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ.

[mendingbone]

Loey & Adam— ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ, ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴇꜱᴛᴇꜱ - ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ//ɢɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ꜰʟʏɴɴ, ɢᴏɴᴇ ɢɪʀʟ//ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴇʟᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ-ᴜᴘ: “ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪꜱ ᴜꜱ”//ʟᴜᴄʏ ᴅᴀᴄᴜꜱ, ᴛɪᴍᴇꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ

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[targetedknowledge]

[frankiesbullshit]

someone tell OP i did it, i spent about 3 hours on it

[ryhsrunner]

The four most interesting parts of time loop are when the person kills themselves for the first time, when they kill someone else for the first time (in a fuck around kind of way, this doesn't count if they already were killing people outside of the loop), how they break the loop, and the weeks afterward where they loose their fucking minds in an entirely different, significantly more damaging to the world around them way. And yet I rarely see anything done with that last one. People leave time loops and are all happy go lucky 'oh boy'. Where's the grappling with people you know who will never know you? Where's the knowledge that the safety of the loop is gone, and you can't fix any mistakes you make? That's the good angst I want