And her sister Phthalo Blue, another slam dunk for copper!
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Yeah I brought the phthalo siblings back together
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And her sister Phthalo Blue, another slam dunk for copper!
Let's not forget phthalo red
Yeah I brought the phthalo siblings back together
daaaamn a home run group of bad bitches ✨
She sighed. "'Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.'"
The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
you are not a disappointment for not being able to make everyone happy. that’s not your purpose, pleasing everyone. your purpose is far more than that and you are your own priority. your happiness and your health are priorities.
・゚゚・。⋆.ೃ࿔*:・。・゚゚・
The great thing about huge declarations is that the most times you're ever going to have to deliver on them is ONCE. And even that is vanishingly unlikely. The dishes happen every day. My feet hurt now. The kids need a lift to piano lessons every week. The grenade is hypothetical.
The grenade is hypothetical.
hey just a little reminder — sometimes when you’re in survival mode, living day by day is literally all you can do. it’s all you have space for. and then when you have the space and time and release to slowly start to come out of survival mode, you have to re-learn how to live with the future in mind. learning from your past. making your future self proud. doing things your future self will thank you for. and I don’t see a lot of people talking about how TERRIFYING that is. but it is. it’s really, really scary to plan and learn what healthy self discipline looks like and how to greet every version of yourself. and so if that’s you today — I’m very proud of you. there’s nothing shameful about relearning something. you’re doing so well! I’m so glad you got this far <3
Domestic incompetence is going to kill men
ok but the sight of that giant lint block does not make me want to clean out lint more. imagine how good that shit would feel to touch omg
You can just gather that shit. And then if you're only drying cottons or something you can take it camping and use it as firestarter
Some other things a person might not know, especially if nobody ever taught them because their parents assumed that men don't need to do house maintenance:
Washing machines have filters to catch large debris; you should check these periodically and remove anything stuck in them. If you don't, it affects the machine's efficiency and eventually can lead to the filter getting clogged and flooding your laundry space.
Washing machines also need to be cleaned from time to time, generally by running them on hot with nothing in them except cleaning chemicals (you can buy washing machine cleaner, or google it for various diy solutions that probably involve vinegar or bleach). If you don't they'll start growing mold, and then all your stuff will come out of the wash smelling bad.
Dishwashers also generally have filters to catch large chunks of food and whatnot. Boy howdy can they smell bad if you don't ever check them.
There are dishwasher disinfectants as well, or you can do things with vinegar; either way, it'll prevent mold buildup and also hopefully rinse away buildup from soaps and whatnot.
If you have a reusable water bottle, wash it weekly. Otherwise you're probably drinking mold, the effects of which can be widely variable but almost always bad.
Vacuum cleaners often need their filters cleaned or replaced. If you vacuum a room and it smells worse than it did before, you probably need to change the filter or the vacuum bag.
To clarify, the reason you have to clean the lint out is 1) it makes your clothes not dry well and 2) it fucking CATCHES FIRE
I’d divorce him too lmao
It’s never JUST about the tomatoes.
Basically!
Throughout the day, partners would make requests for connection, what Gottman calls “bids.” For example, say that the husband is a bird enthusiast and notices a goldfinch fly across the yard. He might say to his wife, “Look at that beautiful bird outside!” He’s not just commenting on the bird here: He’s requesting a response from his wife—a sign of interest or support—hoping they’ll connect, however momentarily, over the bird.
The wife now has a choice. She can respond by either “turning toward” or “turning away” from her husband, as Gottman puts it. Though the bird-bid might seem minor and silly, it can actually reveal a lot about the health of the relationship. The husband thought the bird was important enough to bring it up in conversation and the question is whether his wife recognizes and respects that.
These bidding interactions had profound effects on marital well-being. Couples who had divorced after a six-year follow-up had “turn-toward bids” 33 percent of the time. Only three in 10 of their bids for emotional connection were met with intimacy. The couples who were still together after six years had “turn-toward bids” 87 percent of the time. Nine times out of 10, they were meeting their partner’s emotional needs.
Those who showed genuine interest in their partner’s joys were more likely to be together.
Damn, this made me think of all the “shouting into the void” social media posts everyone makes. Just bids for connection. From ANYONE.
this is the tomatoes thing I was just talking about lol
Once you become a certain age, it is your responsibility to unlearn behaviors that hinder your growth as a person.
Man I cannot stress this enough. The “this is how I am, take it or leave it” attitude is an act of immaturity. We all have toxic traits that we need to work on and as an adult it’s our responsibility to recognize the damage that they can do to the ones we love. We all need to put in more effort in becoming better individuals.
Even when Lila made deals with the Solara and the gang seemed to be against her, even when Pasquale started showing his macho tendencies long before he became the unbearable communist hypocrite who spent all day mansplaining to anything that wore a skirt, blaming Lila and insinuating she was a 'whore' versus Lenú, whom he called a 'good girl' for continuing to behave conventionally for her time, even then, Enzo always stood by Lila. Enzo trusted that Lila was smart and knew what she was doing, and despite appearances, he was sure that Lila wouldn’t disappoint. Enzo was always there for her, he never wanted to tame her, never wanted to cage her. He always knew she was a wild animal, beautiful precisely because of that: for being untamable. And he loved her that way, free, even if he couldn’t have her. Many tried to domesticate her, not understanding that no matter how much they hit her, how much they damaged her, no matter how much they tried to break her spirit: Lila’s rage and yearning for freedom would always make her shatter the bars, even if doing so cost her a part of herself. Enzo was the only one who never wanted her as a trophy to bring home; it was enough for him to just be part of her life, even if all he could do was watch. And, in the end, he was the only man in her life who truly earned her affection, her respect, and her love. He was the only one she chose without pressure, without conditions, and without ulterior motives as the person with whom she truly wanted to build a family. Enzo was the only good man not because he didn’t try to break her spirit, because that’s basic, the bare minimum to expect from a man. Enzo was the only good man because he understood that love is free, that it can’t be forced, that it can’t be demanded. That love is about giving without expecting in return, and that women aren’t beasts to be tamed, but companions to walk alongside.
honestly, the radicalizing event that made me ditch faux-ironic detachment is when I sent a hard-to-write sentimental message to someone I was (at the time) close with, and they sent the vomiting emoji back. it was like oh okay, that sucks. I am now of the opinion that it is 100x cooler and braver to be sappy with the people you care about.
Being sincere:
Does not just require courage but also builds courage.
Makes you sound more like a protagonist.
Shows you have passions and convictions.
Is often the more appropriate way to react to how others feel rather than dismissing anything uncomfortable with jokey jokes.
Strengthens your bonds with those you care about. Your words become more moving and the way you show others you care about them and their issues helps them improve.
Strengthens your own self-confidence and ideals in some contexts, as you have to actually think about and defend them.
It is good to be the kind of person who puts genuine kindness, care, and love into the world. Sometimes that will be misplaced and ill-received, but if it is, that will say more about the other person than about you.
I wish more people got this because some ‘low-empathy’ people are the most compassionate and sympathetic in the universe, and I hate it when that’s taken to mean ‘unfeeling and probably hostile’ when nothing could be further from the truth
Or, as my dad put it,
Sympathy: I know how you feel Empathy: I feel how you feel Compassion: is there anything I can do to help?
Sympathy: that sucks bro empathy: I feel that compassion: want me to send you some puppy and kitten pictures to make you feel better?
Posts like this make me feel so much better. It always seems like society treat responses to others pain as though empathy is the most important kind. I am around 85% compassionate and this post helped me not feel like I am a monster because of that for once.
why wear a huge ass overcoat when you can just hold your crush's hand? [ids in alt]
kinda wanna make the last panel a standee lol
i think that killing a dragon should have catastrophic nuclear-fallout level environmental consequences tbh. their blood should scorch and wither the earth with fire and poison, the toxic fumes released as they decay should choke the land and all nearby living creatures, and the entire landscape where they fell should be transformed into a blighted wasteland where bleached leviathan bones loom upwards out of the ground as a warning that can be seen from miles away, the boundary markers of an exclusion zone.
i also think that it would be wonderfully ironic if those who sought the fame and glory of the title of 'dragonslayer' only ended up with the bitter, enduring reminder of the devastation they're responsible for. this is not a place of honor. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here.
Ok, vote:
dragon corpses are:
nuclear fallout
whalefall
Can't they be both? They're nuclear fallout to everything else, but a nutritious whalefall to Creatures of Darkness. Things swarm a dragon corpse that aren't meant for the mortal plane but at least they eventually clean it all up, maybe after a few centuries. Not quick enough for people to notice that it's a good thing.
But por que no los dos the other way! What if the dragon's death were a mixture of devastation and wonder that were so intermingled and subtle that it took hundreds of years for people to truly understand what all had to do with the death of the dragon and how it interacted?
What if, when you killed the dragon, you had the initial outburst of fire and ichor; this, more often than being eaten or incinerated by the flame breath or cut apart by claws, was what actually killed the knight, and the torn corpse rested there in a pool of acid held from leaking into the soil by a solid layer of glass from the heat of it.
And then the scavengers come, the dark creatures and the lesser wyrms eager to feast on the flesh of the dragon, and the greater and more subtle horrors that hunt them.
Those horrors also eat the local monsters, so that the aftermath of a dragon's death sees a significant drop in the population of werewolves and kelpies and things that haunt the woods and hunt the abandoned roadways, which the local populace sees as a blessing and spent many years connecting with God's blessing for killing the dragon and don't yet realize it's because bigger monsters arrived and will eventually make their presence known.
Eventually the glass cracks and the acid leaks into the water table and there are years of famine and pestilence, years or decades down the line.
And then there's the magic, which after being released from the dragon, spends some time enriching the local witches' and wizards' magical abilities and causing a higher-than-usual number of magically inclined children to be born.
Later on that high background radiation of magic attracts a whole nother level of predatory beings---perhaps the place of the dragon's death becomes a fairy hill, in the Pratchettesque "fairies are bad" sense. Perhaps demons arrive. In any case, the presence of such beings warps the nature of the magic, and the children born with magic tend to incline themselves towards darker arts.
Then eventually the last of the dragon's corpse is devoured, leaving a host of final-generation scavengers with no other food than the humans nearby, and after an initial hesitation, they are propelled by starvation to swarm and devour.
Oh, and the killer of the dragon, if they survive, has probable thermal, acid, and radiation burns to deal with, plus some inheritance by conquest of something of the dragon's power in a way that makes them a magnet ever after to the things that want to eat that power themselves.
TL;DR: killing a dragon releases a host of short and long term curses and blessings, some overt and some subtle, all interconnected, such that the land nearby undergoes a ping-pong effect of changing fortunes over nearly a century.
we need to stop equating lack of independence with lack of maturity. people that live with their parents or have a caregiver or don't work or need more support than others aren't inherently immature. there's lots of reasons why people would be in this situation, even outside of disability (plenty of cultures out there expect people to live with their parents past what we consider the beginning of adulthood), and regardless of the reason we deserve support and community through what is already likely to be an isolating experience. don't make it worse for us
expanding this to include people who can't/don't drive
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
GROWING UP DOESN’T
MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I have told this story before, and I will tell it again, because I am An Old now and repeating stories forever is our prerogative:
When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc — I’m very picky. But this was the final, ‘real’ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.
Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And I’d decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,
“Oh my god.”
…in perfect chorus.
I did not realize up until that moment that shocking a crowd of strangers with my paint color choices was a life goal, but at that moment I felt an absolutely overwhelming sense of achievement.
This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.
Mischief the cat says “Who goes there?”
Every visiting friend says “This is so cool.”
If you’re looking for an excuse to do some decorating that will make your soul sing, this entire thread is your sign to do it and don’t look back!
This is the door to
my garage. It used to be
white. Live your best life.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I’m 35. I have been told my place looks like maybe a LP fan lives there.
Not sure what they mean.
When I first moved into my place, I painted the spare room, that eventually became my office, lime green, the kind of lime green that glows down the corridor when I open the door - The colour was only available as an “accent colour” in the section of paints intended for children’s playrooms, and in the shop I got a lot of “Oh your son will love this!” And from people I knew I got a lot of “Oh well, you’re 21 now, you’re basically a teenager, this is a terrible idea, you’ll hate it and need to pull out all the furniture to repaint it.” And I have to report that I am now in my forties and my office still looks like this, and it makes me smile every time I see it.