The cosmic law of French toast

One thing about me is that I will always be a little in love with my friends’ OCs. I am normal and can be trusted with them I promise

I know the narrative purpose of the character was to die and if there would be no positive narrative outcome to them surviving. But What If They Lived

but what if they lived,,,,,,,

recently I've been noticing the sun setting earlier than it used to. enshittification?

it seems like in bdsm the "rewards" and the "punishments" look very similar. this concerns me a great deal, because it points to a system of misaligned incentives. if we're not careful, it's even possible that a rational actor could deliberately violate regulations, because the penalties for rule violations are in fact incentivized. one shudders to think of the consequences of such an arrangement

This species stores toxic sap from the milkweed family in its body and can release an unpleasant protective foam when disturbed. Ingesting this foam can be harmful to humans and other animals. (They don't taste like monster energy.)

Deep sigh. You want me to ~be compassionate~ here's the compassionate answer: your trauma will tell you you're a helpless child forever and you need to Not Think This Way for yourself (living under the assumption you're still in danger whether you actually are or not) and everyone else who has to tiptoe around your Sensitivity. That's how you break the cycle and you can only do this by accepting responsibility for your actions. And it seems like a small semantic thing but imo step one is calling yourself a survivor instead of a victim. Self identifying with your victimhood helps No One. You lived, now get up

Gotta say, my absolute favourite notes on this so far have been the number of people congratulating Tony on his rebound from the Grinch.

you can just take it from their cart. its not their possession if they haven't bought it yet

if i were thrift shopping and you put your hands into my cart to take a unique handpicked item i was intending to purchase i would break your legs