Maybe Some Faith Would Do Me Good

assorted fandom nonsense, social issues, and Other. chokingonwhys on AO3. Fandom Old. sometimes NSFW? I queue everything

[pusheen]

[byjove]

I love asking people how their parents met. You always get an interesting reply. My best friend’s parents met on the relatively new internet in 1999. My other friend’s parents met at Burger King when one was the manager and the other was a regular customer. My parents met at the beach because they were neighbors in their rental houses, mom was on a church trip and dad was getting blackout drunk every night with his friends next door.

Tell me how your parents met in the tags.

[rebornflameofthenoldor]

thinking about the subtle ways in which sauron makes himself appear less threatening to someone in order to manipulate them, such as making his eyes slightly bigger, his voice softer and warmer, changing his shape so that he looks oddly familiar and safe to you, giving you gifts and all the physical affection you could ever want but there is still something slightly off about his presentation, like his eyes and pupils are just a tad too big, and his physical touch, while comforting, almost feels restraining and suffocating

his words feel comforting and loving, but only serve to isolate you further into his arms and you can't quite place why you feel strange and uncomfortable sometimes, but then he quietly shushes you with a hug and tells you everything will be alright as long as you stay with him

[reject-tiefling]

please when you draw the next fat baby spock can we see some more sarek and spock bonding time 🥺 like spock being too sleepy to care that it's sarek holding him instead of amanda or sybok

Sure!

[fwizard]

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

[makingtrouble]

It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.

[makingtrouble]

Actually I've decided this is a poem

[lacetulle]

Georges Hobeika | Fall/Winter 2026 Couture

[seren-starlight]

Unoriginal sin. Derivative sin

[mywoesaregranular]

[hell-on-sticks]

Today in australia they started senate hearings on the bill the government hopes will make enough disabled people die or disappear to make us all less irritatingly expensive for them. We had two weeks to submit feedback on over 400 pages of complicated legal terms. They don't care what we have to say and they don’t care that this will kill people and disenfranchise disabled people across the country.

There are 760,000 Australians on the National Disability Insurance Scheme, the system that - if they feel like it and your personalised plan says you get to have it - provides funding for everything from personal hygiene care to support workers to therapies to assistive technology. It's already very hard for disabled people to get on the NDIS, regardless of your disability. It's near impossible to access most support and equipment without being on the NDIS. And the government has announced that they want that number to drop to 600,000 in four years. 160,000 of us cut off the Scheme - and countless more denied access. This will cause deaths. People will die and people will suffer because there is no safety net. The NDIS is the only option for most of us. Even private health insurance doesn't cover most of these things. Nobody will swoop in to save us.

The bill wants to give the (non disabled!) NDIS minister basically unlimited power to cut our funding. They're already planning what they'd do with that power. What rights they'll strip from us. What dignity and freedom they'll remove to make their budget look better.

The bill wants to force people to try every treatment out there before they're allowed to be on the NDIS. Including if the treatment is literally impossible to access. There’s a lot of us living in regional areas or out bush who can't just pop to the capital cities for specialists. This will especially hurt disabled First Nations people in regional and remote communities, who already experience limited access to healthcare. Oh, and it includes chemical restraint, too. The government has directly refused to exclude chemical restraint from the required process, calling it "trialling medication".

If you're australian and worried, the ABC did a good breakdown of the proposed changes.

I know australia stuff doesn't really pop up on the radar on this site, but I want everyone to know what's going on. What we're fighting for here. Your australian disabled friends might be NDIS participants fearing for their life, rights, and freedom. They might not be a participant and afraid these changes mean they never will have access. We deserve better. The government built a system with no backup plan, and now they want hundreds of thousands of disabled people to pay the price for their bad planning.

Sorry we're too expensive to have rights, I guess.

[auxins-insanities]

this disability pride month lets be kinder to folks with moral ocd . no more “if you really care about this minority , you’ll reblog this post” , “someone will die if you don’t reblog this” , etc etc , and all other kinds of guilt tripping reblog bait . at the VERY LEAST tag your reblog bait so we can filter it out and avoid unnecessary spirals . it’s 2026 , we need to move past using guilt to get engagement .

[mafuyuh]

little guys in ghibli movies

[wellconstructedsentences]

“‘I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can’t do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory—they’re all blood, you see.’”

— Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard

[itsjesscapade]

the second 'o' in "zoologist" is putting in heavy duty work. girl is working two jobs

[a-commas-a-pause]

#in stark comparison#the last four letters in the word queue are doing fuck all#(beyond being in a queue) via @listen-to-the-inner-walrus

[starspray]

None Might Restrain Him

a double drabble for @tolkiengenweek also written for the 7/4/2026 SWG instadrabble prompt: Fall, Run, Silent, Hope

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The only sound in the silent halls was Fingon’s footsteps. He ran, skidding around corners, heart in his throat, desperate. Please still be here please don’t go—

In his hand he held the crown—it had been Finwë’s, then Fëanor’s, then Fingolfin’s, damaged and never repaired—the tarnishing as much a symbol as the crown itself. It had been left before his accustomed seat at the council table. The message was clear.

No, no nonono please please please—

He burst out of the doors into the frigid, smoke-tinged air, just in time to see Rochallor gallop past toward the gates. “No!” he cried. “Atya!”

It was too late. Fingolfin passed out of the gates in a clatter of hooves and a rush of wind. None could stay him or hope to catch him. Fingon stumbled off the last step. He didn’t know if he could not breathe because he was winded or because of the smoke in the air or because of the horrible, terrible, enormous wave of hopeless grief that washed over him.

Argon—dead. Turgon, Aredhel—gone. Fingolfin—gone.

The crown fell from his hand to clatter on the stones as he covered his face and wept.

[murmaii]

[mossquitoman]

I think my favorite version of silvergifting is when Celebrimbor knows full well that Annatar is an ex servant of Morgoth, if not who exactly, and decides to believe in him anyway

[spaceformoresin]

thinking about the sort of ptsd responses Kylo Ren must have after waking up to his uncle holding a lit lightsaber with the look of murder in his eyes. literally standing right behind him when Kylo rolled over. that's nightmarish no matter what the outcome actually was intended by Luke