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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Misplaced Lens Cap

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
DEAR READER
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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
"forgor" did irreversible damage didn't it
fuck i love not being a mother
ao3 → filters → exclude → alternate universe (modern setting)
I literally CANNOT read the words "supine" or "prone" in anything without thinking about that post that's like "supine is when you lay on your s(u)pine and prone is when you lay on your pronis"
as a pink lover. The ""universal""" hatred of the color pink by young girls is due to the heavy expectation of femininity forced on them. It is an expression of frustration at gender roles. It is not internalized misogyny. No you will not inevitably start liking pink as an adult and if you do that is not healing your inner divine feminine or whatever we're saying now. Its a color. 😁👍
old people are right about werther's originals btw
Handled raw chicken. Now I can't touch anything ever again until I forget that I did that.
ao3 turns 16 today.
reblog if you’re older than archive of our own
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
In case you're curious here's what I mean.
Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):
Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):
Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):
Do you see the difference?
this post has re-wired my brain in the best way
does anyone remember how in twilight princess you get turned into a dog and wake up chained underground and meet a girl who teases you and calls you obedient and sits on you and hurts you and says you have to do whatever she says?
Dr. John Watson describing an active crime scene for the newspaper: my beautiful friend Sherlock Holmes sat with a quizzical brow upon the settee and the light coming in from the window illuminated his dark, intense eyes. oh and there was a dead body also
The other day, I asked my partner, “What are you doing?”
Simple question, right?
Except… he suddenly got defensive. His tone changed. I could feel tension building, and I had no idea why. So I took a breath and asked, “Wait, what did you hear me say?”
He paused, thought about it, and said, “I thought you meant ‘Why aren’t you doing anything?’ Like you were mad I was being lazy.”
But that wasn’t what I meant at all. I’d genuinely just been curious.
And that moment reminded me how easily things can go sideways when we assume intent. Our brains, especially when we’ve had messy pasts, trauma, or relationship anxiety, tend to fill in the blanks with the worst possible meaning.
But that one question, “What did you hear me say?”, turned what could’ve been an argument into understanding.
It gave both of us a chance to clarify before our brains made up a story that wasn’t true. I was able to explain, and he was able to listen. Understanding what I meant changed his tension entirely.
Sometimes the fight isn’t about what was said. It’s about what was heard.
“What did you hear me say?” can defuse a storm before it starts.
i believe its important for women to be irredeemable perverts too
Daily gratitude
I don’t have kids
I don’t spend money on nicotine
I don’t gamble my money away on sports
I’m not reliant on a chat bot for all my life functions
My books/CDs/DVDs collection is plentiful