ramblings of the half forgoten

Cinderella retelling from the point of view of one of the ugly stepsisters as she slowly goes mad from sleep deprivation caused by the whisperings of the tree that grows over Cinderella's mom's grave in a "daughter for daughter" type wraithy recompense, and there's a boss fight in the end when Drizella or whatever her name finally gets an axe and cuts down the tree and Cinderella in turn loses her last fucking straw in this fucking house and these two are full on trying to kill each other and burn the whole estate down and there's probably some lowkey stepsiblingcest going on in a way of like melting into each other into one singular form of toxic goop sorta way, and the Stepmother still believes none of this is her fault. has that been done yet?

ugly stepsister soulslike when

…I can’t think how it took me so long to run across this. I feel privileged to have been found by it. 😄

listen. if your mutual suddenly starts referring to The Character with different pronouns, you must go along with it. that character is trans now. they’re right.

The popularity of the "incompetent stupid piece of shit husband and competent wife who loves him anyways" trope in media is a psyop to make women believe its normal to settle for an incompetent stupid piece of shit husband

In love with this random guy who had a lock slapped on his storage unit for not paying its rental and not only did he ignore management and took his stuff out without paying, but also chose to steal the lock itself and send it to the LockPickingLawyer along with a confession letter

@theoutcastrogue

People always focus on the "lockpicking" part of his name and ignore that the lockpicking lawyer is, indeed, a lawyer, and can tell you exactly which crimes you committed in getting this lock to him

"it's just growing pains" -> "you're too young for that to hurt that bad" -> "you just need to get in better shape" -> "welcome to being old, everyone is in pain"

Wile E. Coyote, two milliseconds before he lights a match only to reveal he's surrounded by flammable traps he himself has set and the whole website explodes

Cleaning gets easier when you remember it's a thing you're doing to make your life less miserable, and not a thing you're doing as punishment

You can stop in the middle of cleaning!?

we need to start getting questions like these under every post on this forsaken website

just so we’re clear if you’ve never actually seen a cybertruck in person and have only seen photos of them i cannot stress enough how much worse they look in real life. like i honestly don’t know how it’s possible. most things look basically the same in pictures and in real life. but as stupid and ugly as cybertrucks look in photos, every person i’ve spoken to who has seen one in real life agrees that they somehow look even worse in person. and i know you’re thinking to yourself “tah they already look so bad in photos, how can they possibly look even worse in person?” I DONT KNOW. the first time i saw one on the road i was on a phone call and i literally cut myself off in the middle of a sentence just to be like “oh my GOD.” just an incredibly, laughably, unbelievably bad vehicle. i’ve never experienced anything like it. they’re just so bad

don't worry diva you're still asexual even if you don't fit in ace stereotypes. you don't have to prove your asexuality to anyone. you are enough and you are valid <33

as always, communication is key. i started eating at a different local restaurants and one of the first times i was there a waiter came to my table to let me know that i'd have to wait a while longer because they'd have to remake my dish as someone had put croutons on it without thinking. this means that they both caught the mistake and were willing to tell me it had happened. this made me feel safer. i am much more willing to try other dishes at this restaurant because i trust them to know what they're doing most of the time and admit to me when they don't.

One time when my dad was in the hospital they were testing his orientation to time and place and said "Okay and what year is it?" and he said "1995" (he had dementia). And the doctor and I unconsciously exchanged a Look because it was in fact uhhh 2024 😐 and dad saw that and so when the next doctor did the test a few hours later he said "uhhhh...nineteen...nintetyyyy.......seven...???" and I was like okay, well, that IS closer, you do have to give him that