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Its mr coheed and cambria

okay not to ocpost again but the worst thing about having an oc is sometimes they become The Character to you. and you need to talk to someone about it like wow I can’t stop thinking about The Character… but in order to do so you have to like sit them down and explain everything about your oc first. and then it’s just you explaining your writing ideas. i need to talk about them the same way i would talk about any random character i love to someone.

liking a ship but disliking the distinct set of stock fanon that they have been assigned is like one of those punishments dante came up with when he wrote the worldbuilding for hell in inferno

You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.

what drugs did they put in ffxiv to make you so obsessed with your WoL. Im utterly insane about her

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I hate you Ozempic craze I hate you 'heroin chic' I hate you weight loss ads on public radio I hate Burn Fat Fast ads every thirty seconds I hate you I hate you I hate you

I grew up before the term 'thigh gap' was invented I grew up before 'hip dip' was invented I was born before 'muffin top' was a thing before 'clean girl look' was a thing before 'glass skin' was a thing before razoring off peach fuzz was a thing and I'm so so so fucking tired of us inventing new concepts purely for the purpose of convincing people to hate their own bodies enough to buy products

Last time Tuberculosis ran through the USA a small number of people got it on purpose to look skinny and waifish and delicate and used makeup to look flushed and bony and when the Victorians figured out tapeworms people would infect themselves on purpose to starve themselves smaller and women and now in the year of our lord 2026 there is a noticeable fraction of the USAmerican population genuinely thrilled about a treatment-resistant microbial parasite that makes you shit and vomit your brains out for a month because side effects include weight loss and STILL we talk about being skinny like it's the natural default setting for all healthy people as if it's a self-sustaining standard and not an imaginary goal that we are constantly constantly constantly beating ourselves with a whip to acheive

i love making friends in fandom, i love playing with our toys together, i love coming up with increasingly niche aus, i love lifting strangers up, i love motivating people to create, i love watching someone get excited over an idea and immediately running with it, i love yelling in tags together, i love seeing someone gain confidence in their writing/art because people were kind to them <33

i'm rewatching the future job and like. everything that happens with parker makes me so emo. the fact that she doesn't run off to one of her safe houses after the taping, she goes to nate's apartment (or even if she did run off to one of her safe houses first and we just didn't see it, nate's apartment is where she ultimately ends up). the fact that she's openly emotional and crying in front of the team. the gentle way that everyone talks to her, even tara as the newest member of the group who doesn't have the history with parker that nate and eliot and hardison do—nate is so soft and sweet and careful as he explains the cold reading tricks, tara is so tender and careful too, hardison is so quick and eager to offer up explanations and video evidence to back it all up. the way that eliot and hardison are sitting so close to each other, they're giving parker a respectful amount of distance but they themselves practically have their knees touching as they look on side-by-side with such concern. the fact that without even a look or a nudge from anyone else, eliot—reformed killer eliot! reformed killer eliot whose past and the horrible things he's done haunt him every fucking day!!—just goes ahead and offers up in that almost shy way he does that yeah, sure, he could cut off rand's arms and head. he could kill him. if parker wants that, he can make that happen. he doesn't even say "we" could, he says "i" could. he, him, eliot could do that. for all of them, their girl is hurting, their parker is in pain, and damn if they're not gonna do everything they can to be kind with her and take care of her. and parker considers nate's place enough of a home or at least a safe space that this is where she flees to when she's devastated, and even as she's so heartbroken, she trusts her team as they try to comfort her and tell her everything's alright. like is anyone else seeing this. hello?????

adult life is crazy because you can be going through the most devastating and heartbreaking things while still having to go to work and do the laundry and grocery shopping