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more f/f
What fandom, you ask? All of them. There’s not enough in any fandom.
why is no one talking about the book reunion scene. did you know when grace explains that he’s going to die of starvation, rocky immediately tells him to leave and go back home, that he’ll just keep waiting, that erid might send another ship someday. i’m going crazy. rocky had probably completely accepted his fate and then grace miraculously appeared and gave him back his life and his home. and he was instantly willing to give it all up again just so grace could survive. can anyone hear me. this is insane. i’m insane
a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.
there's this account on bluesky that just randomly samples the last reply someone made before getting blocked by the person they were replying to and it's a really good gimmick blog concept. I don't think tumblr data is public enough to make this possible here unfortunately. some samples:
When you get past all the political stuff/heinous crap, there are QUITE some gems on here
getting lost in boston is fun because I turned around on a street corner three times and some guy yelled "hey stupid! the bus is that way!" very helpful interaction and accurate insult, 10/10 no notes
one time I walked around a building a couple times looking for a bathroom and this guy went "this bitch thinks she's on a merrygoround, where the fuck are you tryna go? bathroom? one floor down to the right behind the door that says bathroom."
My very first time in Boston. I was absolutely miserable, trying to drag my giant suitcase up a lengthy set of stairs in the pouring rain. This guy who had already reached the top looked back at me with the most pure expression of disgust I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes, marched back down the stairs, grabbed my suitcase, carried it to the top, left it there for me, and walked away without ever saying a word. I think about him often.
For the people in the notes going "why is Boston like this": a) the insults are a way to show you have no ulterior motives when helping someone (and don't need to be thanked or repaid), and b) Boston was settled by the Irish
also the Italians. mixing Irish and Italian sociocultural attitudes had the effect of multiplying the Sass Levels by the power of infinity, in the sense that you get all of the clever dry wit of the Irish and all of the bitchy gossipy condensation of the Italians rolled into one very stereotypically overly-friendly American package.
also worth noting that who you are to them doesn’t matter. they’ll talk to strangers like that and will also talk to their best friends like that. they’re just Like That.
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I’ll reblog this every time I see it.
This.
This is the post that sticks with me, when I think about how drug campaigns should be run. This is the post that I remember, that haunted me, because it was honest, it was raw in a way “DARE” and other such things never managed.
Telling a Kid ‘dont do drugs’ is all well and good, and sometimes it may work, done a certain way….but this.
This is the post I remember, even years later, the one that makes me stop and shudder. Ifuxdalion was right. This was more haunting to read then any anti drug campaign I’ve ever been subjected to in school as a kid.
It’s honest and open, and true, and they should all be like that.
Good morning! Mayhem Jane devours the sun.
Sun too hot, she's spitting it out
Emergency cleaning: Unfuck your whole house in the shortest time possible
So, your landlord/parents/home inspector/favorite movie star is dropping by, and your place is a disaster. You don’t have much time to clean it up. You’re in emergency mode. Let’s get started.
Don’t panic. Panic leads to fear, fear leads to procrastination, procrastination leads to the dark side. You can do this, but you have to stay calm.
Unlike maintenance cleaning, we’re not looking to completely unfuck one space at a time. Instead, we want to decrease the overall mess in stages, spread evenly across the whole area that we’re concerned about. If you think your home is at Level 10 filth, we want to bring the whole thing down to a Level 9, and then down from there. One really clean spot in an otherwise messy home is not going to be helpful here.
Get prepared. You’ll want to shut the computer down (or turn the modem off if you need your computer to play music). Trust me. Get your music going. Gather up trash bags, your vacuum and mop, some rags or paper towel, sponges, and other cleaning supplies. Use what you have on hand. Don’t get distracted running to the store and spending an hour browsing cleaning supplies. A multi-purpose cleaning concentrate or a jug of vinegar will be just fine.
Breaks are very important. Depending on your time constraints, work in 20/10s (20 minutes working, 10-minute break) or 45/15s. But take breaks because otherwise you’re marathoning, and marathon cleaning is no one’s friend. Keep hydrated, don’t forget to eat, and check in with yourself frequently to make sure you’re physically doing OK.
Make your bed. This will be your home base if you get overwhelmed or need somewhere clear to take a break.
Start with the garbage. Going from room to room, throw out anything that is obvious trash. Once you fill a bag, take it out. Repeat as many times as necessary.
Move on to dishes. Gather the dishes from all over your house and bring them to the kitchen. If you can, start them soaking in a sink of hot, soapy water or start loading the dishwasher. After the dishes are all in one place, spend one 20/10 getting started getting them under control.
Now it’s time for your flat surfaces. Countertops, tables, dresser tops, etc. Clear them off and wipe them down. Don’t get distracted in too much sorting and organizing. We’re in crisis mode here. There will be time to get in-depth once this is all done. The same applies to cabinets and closets. Unless you have reason to believe people will be opening closed doors, leave these alone for now.
Attack the floordrobe and shoe pile. Get your clothes either put away or in the hamper. Start a load of laundry if you need to, but keep in mind that laundry and dishes have three steps: wash, dry, and put it away, goddammit!
Get random stuff up off the floors. If something is trash-worthy, throw it away now rather than just move it around a bunch of times. Otherwise, put stuff where it belongs.
Take another 20/10 or 45/15 to catch up on more dishes, if needed.
Head into the bathroom. Pour some cleaner in the toilet bowl, fill the sink with hot water and cleaner, and either spray the tub and shower with cleaner, or fill the tub up with some hot water and add cleaner and let it soak. Put everything away that’s out and shouldn’t be, clean the mirror, counters, and toilet seat. Sweep or dry mop the floor. Wipe down the sink and tub/shower, and give the toilet bowl a scrub. Mop the floor.
Sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Vacuum everything you can, and sweep everything you can’t.
Walk outside of your house (don’t lock yourself out, please). Walk back in and see what catches your eye first. Go and deal with that.
If you’re being inspected or your landlord is coming in for repairs, spend time on whatever area they’ll be focusing on.
Give the whole place one more once-over and pay attention to anything you’ve missed so far.
It’s an old trick, but if your place is a little funky-smelling, put a pan of water on the stove on low heat and add some citrus or cinnamon or vanilla. Don’t leave it unattended or forget about it.
Take a shower, put on something clean, and eat something.
You can do this. It’s overwhelming, yes, but it is not impossible. You just need to do it. You have a list. You have directions. You have a whole bunch of Internet strangers who have been there before and who are cheering you on. You can do this, but you need to get started.
Why are you still here? GO. START. NOW.
the number of times in my past that I desperately wanted/needed someone to sit me down and tell me this stuff. I will never get back the hours and hours lost to headless-chicken mode, but it’s nice to know that in the last year I’ve learned so many coping mechanisms :D
Ooh ooh Jason and sunshine!reader for promptathon?
Jason frowned at his phone and propped his foot on the coffee table. Debating. Did he charge into the mess and bully people for you, or did he clean up the aftermath when you get home?
Because clearly, you were not having a good day. Your texts were just one word- maybe two. No GIFs. No... anything. Usually he gets something.
It's weird. You haven't updated your running list of build-a-bears in three days. He checked. Then checked other places- other threads. You can stick to one messaging app to save your life.
All silent.
"Don't like that," he muttered.
But before he could find jeans or shoes, the door to the apartment opened and shut.
"Babe?" he called, getting to his feet, "you okay?"
"Just tired," you tell him, kicking your shoes into the closet you're holding open. "It's been a horrible week."
Jason frowned and crossed the floor to you, taking your bag off your shoulder before pulling you against him. "You're home now." He squeezed you and kissed the side of your head, "Hungry, huh?"
"Not really, can we just-" You break off and shake your head, smiling up at him. "S'okay. I'll just grab a shower and probably lay down."
"Babe." He moved and cradled your face in his hands, gently squishing your cheeks, "What'd you need?"
"A toaster bathbomb."
Despite himself Jason chuckled, "We're fresh out. But I got some chocolate-covered strawberries and rumor has it, there's new bears out-"
"Jay-"
"The lightning bug really does look huggable," he tempted. He'd clear your whole list right now if it meant you stopped giving him the brittle smile he hated.
"It glows in the dark."
"You bet it does. You don't have a glow in the dark one yet." He smirked and kissed your cheek, "Go shower. I'll be here once you scrub your skin off. Use your nice stuff."
"I'm out of-"
"No, you're not. It got here 30 minutes before you did."
"I love you."
"Who doesn't?" he snorted.
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i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny
late summer / early fall thoughts
Oh, this definitely belongs on Tumblr.
From the Nib, by Mattie Lubchansky