Random Things I Like

This is a collection of things I like. I'm a 30-something INFJ, Pisces, writer, reader, Nerdfighter, feminist, and general leftist.

[catasters]

[despazito]

warhammer 40k armor

[blankd]

[aramis-dagaz-imaginarium]

"FOOD FOR THE FOOD BOWL!"

[phantomrose96]

“Tumblr age verification will not be needed,” tumblr staff stated upon confirming every single blog on the site is more than 10 years old.

“If you were literate enough to be posting about Johnlock in 2015 we can kind of just assume you’re good,” staff elaborated even though we did not ask them to.

[smokinhotrox]

Does the magic rectangle make me sad or am I already sad and I'm just looking at the magic rectangle in an attempt to either Not Feel or perhaps Feel Something Else?

[stingchronicity]

i always see “tag fav fruit” posts but i’ve never seen a fav veg post so rb & tag your favourite vegetable

[willow-s-linda]

Felt like doing something picture book like.

[footsteps-on-the-dance-floor]

me and my mutuals reblogging tumblr posts

[sosuperawesome]

[icemaiden-deactivated20220406]

You know that ‘your sixth most recently used emoji predicts this or that’ type of meme? We should try that with music. okay, the sixth song in your ‘on repeat’ playlist predicts the next person you will be friends with or fall in love with. no cheating, let’s go

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down

[alettertofutureme]

History is not done with us yet my friend

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened

[eileennatural]

in batman 2022 bruce wayne's parents were killed in 2001 he would have been like 10? i think. the black parade was released in 2006 when he would have been ambiguously high school aged and obviously very emo and unpopular. what i'm saying here is that i think battinson heard the lyrics "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and decided to become batman then and there.

[nitewrighter]

He heard “SO PAINT IT BLACK AND TAKE IT BACK” and knew what he had to do.

[nitewrighter]

The Cindy Masterpost

I’ll edit and reblog this with updates as I post new bits of the Cinderella story I’m working on, but for now, here are all the current chapters out:

Part One (In Which Things Would Be Simpler If The Prince Was A Horny Piece of Shit)

Part Two (In Which No Rats Were Harmed In The Making Of These Horses)

Part Three (The OG post which technically is kind of told out of order because there’s a reblog and like, look, I could see this was becoming a thing, but I didn’t think it would be a thing-thing but now it’s a thing-thing and I have to deal with it. I mean I’m writing a masterpost for cryin’ out loud)

Part Four (In Which Cindy and the Fairy Godmother Run from the Cops)

Part Five (In Which The Prince Begins His Investigation While The Narrator yells About Foot Fetishes Because look I’m sick of that joke I’m SO FUCKING SICK of that joke it’s so fucking unoriginal.)

Part Six  (In which we meet The Queen because fuck you she was alive in the Rogers and Hammerstein version)

Part Seven (In which news of the slipper is spread throughout the kingdom and the narrator talks about this one time when they passed out at a Dickens fair and that’s totally definitely relevant.)

[lylylylylylylylyly]

i only talk to three people everyday and one of them is me

[writing-prompt-s]

In the kingdom you live in a child’s 10th Christmas is a big deal because they receive a dragon in their stocking to care for. It’s always a mystery what kind of dragon they are going to recieve. As the kings child you expect one of the majestic winter beasts or the wild fiery dragons. Instead you get what is viewed as the most bland species: an Earth dragon. But you soon discover your Earth dragon to be anything but bland.

[elidyce]

No-one knows why they come at midwinter. Every child asks, and no parent ever really answers. All we know is that on our tenth midwinter, the longest night, we set out a basket. At some time during the night, a dragon will appear in it. No-one ever sees it happen. Plenty of people have tried, but they fall asleep, or look away for a moment, or sneeze… something always happens. 

Everyone has a dragon. They’re not the big monsters of legend… they start out tiny, anywhere between the size of a rat to the size of a puppy. Something a child can pick up. As adults, they’re anywhere between three and eight feet. They are unmistakeably magical creatures - they don’t eat much, for their size, and they all have some power. Fire, or ice, or wind, or something. 

I was so excited, that midwinter. I was a princess, after all. Surely my dragon would be special, too. Something exciting, like the sparkling white Ice dragons, or the dark, gleaming Fire dragons, or the colourful, crystalline Light dragons. It took me a very long time to go to sleep, and when I woke up I ran to the basket before the fire in my nightgown, despite the cold. 

I was so disappointed I could have cried. 

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[pseudomantis]

Domesticated computers will eat a disc right out of someone’s hand but wild computers are too shy you have to leave the disc on the ground and let it walk over to it and eat it itself

[timemachineyeah]

how dare you leave this important pc health info in the tags

[akindplace]

Plounce on twitter

[randomdepression]

Just a reminder since they're making it harder to get diagnosed with autism soon, if tools made for either autistic or ADHD people help you: use them. That simple. Don't worry about taking away resources because most of the time if more people are using a thing the more accessible and normalized it becomes

[antique-scarecrow]

^^^

that last comment is so important. if you are struggling--regardless of diagnosis! regardless of whether you assume your situation is 'serious' enough to warrant assistance--and you find that certain autism/adhd/mental health tools make your life easier? BY ALL MEANS MAKE USE OF THEM.

Also, you've heard about how many mental health issues exist as a 'spectrum'? That means there are plenty of people who may not qualify for an 'official' diagnosis--but who still struggling with certain symptoms of a disorder. And that is also valid reason to seek assistance! (E.g. allistic siblings of autistic folks are more likely to have certain autistic traits, and can benefit from some of the same therapies that help their autistic siblings).

If a tool or therapy improves your mental health and wellbeing--you deserve access to that tool! regardless of where your mental health struggles fall in the current medical classification.

With compassionate support, we are are ALL capable of improving our lives--and, through educated kindness & awareness, the lives of those around us.

[nitewrighter]

Cindy Part 7

Again, to read other chapters, please refer to the masterpost.

Oh hey look Cindy’s back! And Guard Captain Brad’s there, too! Wonder what’s gonna happen?

—

Cindy’s in the market. She likes being in the market more than she’s willing to admit, because it gets her away from the house, and again… the house is all she has left of her parents, so it’s kind of guilty feeling good being away from the house, but the market’s hitting a little different today. After that night, after that taste of freedom, after that sobbing, agonizing realization that her home hasn’t been her home in so long, she likes the smell of the market air more. She’s contentedly swaying like kelp to accommodate the press of the crowd around her. She’s still humming the music she and the prince danced to, goddammit, and she’s running all the decidedly un-glamorous errands the stepfam aren’t willing to do. The stepfam doesn’t like how the soap maker’s hands are all fucked up from years of lye exposure, so Cindy gets the soap. The stepfam doesn’t like how the fishmonger smells, so Cindy gets the fish. The stepfam doesn’t like how the cheesemonger infodumps about goat social hierarchies and tyrosine crystals, so Cindy gets the cheese. The stepfam doesn’t like the tinkerer’s glass eye, so Cindy goes to the tinkerer whenever tinkering needs to be done. She’s always considered them all very pleasant people, oh but today they’re vibing even more. She is walking on air, this girl is still high on the afterglow of the ball. The cheesemonger is in the middle of a fascinating lecture on the impacts of goat diets on cheese fermentation rates when all of a sudden a loud bell rings.

“An announcement from the crown! An announcement from the crown!” The town crier is parading into the market square with a burly guard at one shoulder and a bookish valet clearly from the castle at the other.

The thrum of the market dies down with the ringing of the bell as the town crier hops on the border wall of the fountain, still ringing his bell.

“Hear ye, hear ye! In this, the year of our lord seventeen-or-eighteen-something-something, in our most proud nation of—” The town crier cough-sneezed hard into his elbow, “I bear a message from our most beloved king!”

Cinderella, along with literally everyone else in the market, perks up and moseys towards the crier.

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[gayboomhauer]

reblog to let him know that you love him

[jugheadchrist-deactivated202203]

choose some guys and i’ll tell you what i think your type is :)

[jugheadchrist-deactivated202203]

i took out the free text question since some of you don’t know how to behave normally