Babe, you okay? you reblogged “and we were nice to each other” like 12 times again
lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it
Wait, are you saying that homebrewing is bad?
much like modding, it's not bad and can be good and wonderful -- but if you need to do it for the game to be fun or functional then the game is bad
I feel like there's an analogy involving Bethesda to be made here somewhere.
yeah probably
What's the taking up half of the hard drive part analogous to?
dnd 5th edition is both extremely complex and poorly designed in a way that makes that complexity extremely difficult to learn and understand (averse to keywording, mechanics are often siloed off from each other, rules text is more interested in limiting players than empowering them). a lot of dnd players will say that learning other systems is 'too difficult' or 'too complex' when their baseline for 'the complexity of an rpg system' has already been set in the high stratosphere
*cracks open google docs and it releases a cloud of dust*
I think one of the most profound forms of love is "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."
It's a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay's plasticity. It's a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom's favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It's a girlfriend who says "Yes, I'll go with you" and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It's a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out "Wait, wait, I know we're here for the exhibit, but I haven't been here! Slow down!"
It's being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.
i know someone who recently broke up with her first boyfriend because she didn’t like how he apparently spent more time with his friends, who he’d known for years, than he did with her, who he’d known for a few months. (this isn’t even true as far as i know, she spent quite a bit of time with him and tbh he was probably feeling suffocated.) i won’t tell her any of this because i don’t want to hurt her, but i really wish allos wouldn’t expect their partners to immediately prioritize them over everyone just because their relationship happens to be romantic. she essentially abandoned the rest of us when she started dating him. idk i’m trying to be mature about it (and again i am not breathing a word about this irl), but it’s frustrating
Submitted July 1, 2023
I've actually been talking quite a bit with a friend about this, and its one of the relationship things ive never understood. Bailing on people that have been through everything with you because you found one person that you have A Thing for feels absurd and unkind, and it kinda calls into question what friendship as a whole means to you
Obviously my perspective of the weight of friendship is a bit skewed because arospec, but like, it's weird to just drop your friends until you have a breakup, right?
Feeling a bit philosophical here...
So I think love IS an important part of being human (one of many). Know how the ancient greeks had seven different words for love? (Actually eight, but I'm leaving out obsessive love cause that shit ain't healthy):
Eros - romantic love
Philia - affectionate, friendly love
Agape - selfless, universal love
Storge - unconditional, familiar love
Ludus - playful, flirtatious love
Pragma - committed, enduring love
Philautia - self love
And I think it's beautiful, because it's not a ranking system. If you don't feel certain types of love, you don't have to 'settle' for the rest, because each type is still love and love is no limited recource. And an endless amount of love is enough to fill any life with happiness.
There are so many things to love - people, animals, nature, art, music, stars, rocks, your houseplant, your favourite tshirt, pizza, a trashy tv show. Yourself. It seems so silly that people think that, in this big world, someone couldn't find happiness just because their love isn't focussed on that tiny fraction of the universe that is made of human beings.
Submitted June 21, 2023
I adore how much these avoid putting love into boxes of when you can feel it. They're ways of putting names to the way love feels, not arbitrary labels that try to force you to not passionately love your friends because you aren't dating them, or somehow deem non-romantic love as lesser.
a more serious comic, about depression
[Image ID: Four black-and-white comics composed of four panels each, depicting a stylized long-haired person with a small leafy sprout from their head going about their day. Text reads:
“I took a shower late last night. As I stood there, I thought about the next morning. ‘I have to get up at a normal time. I can’t stay in bed all morning again. I need to get up tomorrow morning. I need to because it shouldn’t be hard. I’ll feel pathetic if I don’t. WHY DO I STRUGGLE WITH SOMETHING SO EASY?’
That’s when I felt like I heard a voice say: 'Don’t do it out of guilt, do it for yourself. Do it for your plants that need the sun. Do it for the coffee. Do it for your cat, who just wants to cuddle. Do it for all the things you have yet to create. Do it because you know how much better you’ll feel when you do. Your struggle is already hard and your burden is already heavy. Don’t start your fight by pressing knives to your throat.’
I slowly realized I’d been starting my mornings with verbal abuse. And how that self-harm had invalidated what small accomplishments I made.
I got up this morning. It was still hard. But I got up this morning and I did it for myself.” Signature: MK/RET '20. End ID.]
i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing
sometimes someone is acting selfish because they just didnt think you had any interest in what theyre hogging. sometimes you dont get invited to the movies because your friend could have sworn that you said no. sometimes you think someone is mad at you because theyre bad at hiding how little sleep they got. we are all like little worlds that briefly crash into one another from time to time and we just arent physically capable of seeing the whole picture at once in those moments. and learning that really changed everything!
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
how do people get through their lives without thinking about fiction during their every waking hour
By thinking about friends for most of it instead.
The rest is fiction though, you're totally onto something
hey netizens! i'm not sure how many people are aware, but youtube's been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can't be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate
BUT, if you're a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard (under My Filters) to get rid of it!
youtube.com##+js(set, yt.config_.openPopupConfig.supportedPopups.adBlockMessageViewModel, false) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.adBlocksFound, 0) youtube.com##+js(set, ytplayer.config.args.raw_player_response.adPlacements, []) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.hasAllowedInstreamAd, true)
reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3
is there a label that ACTUALLY means 'attraction regardless of gender' and doesn't have transphobic origins?
yes it’s called “bisexual”
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AHHHHHHH LOOK IT!!
These UV composites have been making my week so much better. They're just. So good.
And Jupiter said trans rights
Yknow, I dont often post directly about myself here because it's mostly just my bestie that'd see it anyway, but man I've gotta say,,
Dysphoria can seriously get fucked. It's just so flagrantly horrible. I want to see myself as myself, but I constantly have my own internal voice turning on me and saying that all these parts of me that I want to love are terrible. I hate it.
And it bleeds into so much of life outside of just self-image. It makes me feel alone and out of place and like people aren't seeing ME, but rather the act I've had to put on for years. It's isolating and it's scary.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself and can't help but grin because I really, truly see me in that image. And I yearn so deeply for that. But the times between hurt, both from the bodily mismatch and from the loneliness it causes.
There's not much thought here, this is more or less just a vent post, but eh. Let's shout into the void, maybe it'll help. And maybe soon I'll see my face and smile again, or get to be with a friend and feel like I'm actually there. I'd like that.
oh you watched a movie I recommended????? you listened to a song I told you about ?????? you read one of my favourite books ?????? do you know that I would literally kill for you ????? let's drink each others blood



