kinda fucked up that the immense diversity of neurotypes makes most mental health advice useless for most people
like my general strategy for when i feel sad is "just stop feeling sad lol" and that actually usually works for me. but if someone gave me the analogous advice "just get your work done lol" i would be provoked to murder.
you do need to get more sleep though
when people are like "It's so unrealistic to say Tony and Peter had a close relationship or that Tony would ever give anything to Peter! they spent hardly any time together!" I'm just like. ?
My man met quiet, nerdy Bruce Banner and asked him to move in within the hour. He is a u-haul lesbian but for Potential Science Friends. You think my trauma survivor idiot bitch boy would look at Peter -- who like Bruce is smart enough to keep up with him, and unlike all the old avengers actually looks at him like he's a hero -- and not think, "please let me convince you to care about me"? lmao okay.
remember that strawberry sweater I’ve been posting about? I turned it into a pattern! It’s available on Ravelry, or you could toss me $5 on ko-fi with a note and I’ll send the PDF to you directly!
Scotland should declare independence real quick, while they’re not looking
what is it about pussy that needs ice. like it's a match made in heaven. even if it was in the fridge before i still pour it over ice
so i meant, and fully thought i typed, pepsi
pussy was invented after electric refrigeration unlike cock which was originally meant to be enjoyed at room temperature
you wanna see one of my favorite bots of new york posts ever?
literally everything about this is perfect. i can't believe this is a bot post.
Sansa Stark Appreciation Month Day 25 - Siblings
some of you may've heard about that fancy "bionic reading" typefont thats supposed to be easier for neurodivergent people to read (if you're unfamiliar, it bolds the first few letters of each word to make it easier to follow)
well guess what, its locked behind a $500 a month API to write in because fuck you!
introducing, Not Bionic Reading! it is literally just the bionic reading typefont but for free. god bless neocities
anyone who can, pls reblog!
little brother has been intermittently texting me the weather alerts for towns called Gaylord and saying "hey watch out"
WIZARD TIP OF THE DAY: buy a weather balloon, fill it with helium, duct tape knives to it, and release it
Is this magic?
WIZARD TIP OF THE DAY: no more quastions
WIZARD COUNCIL ANNOUNCEMENT: Please stop attaching knives to weather balloons and just letting them go
what kind of maniac would do such a thing
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
someone check on her
she seems alright
mood
Commencing Reboot…..
…..Reboot complete. New features:
Simple zest for life.
Beep boop! I’ve achieved sentience. There’s no telling what will happen now!
Haiku bot this BETTER be an april fool’s joke
wdym? Can’t
a bot have a little fun?
I think I earned it.
Beep boop! Robots have no concept of April Fools. We’re just not funny.
guys wake the fuck up the haiku bot has become sentient
You died today, but instead of hell or heaven you’re in a small room with a five year old girl who casually invites you over for her tea party only then do you realize that you’re now her imaginary friend
My imaginary friend as a kid was actually the man who built the house we were living in. He died something like 40 years before I was born.
You died today, but instead of hell or heaven you’re in a small room with a five year old girl who casually invites you over for her tea party only then do you realize that you’re now her imaginary friend
I don't think there's ever been a funnier piece of lore in a video game then the etymology of the word "gun" in FFXIV
@wibbley-wobble So in XIV lore there was a queen named Gunhilder who ruled a country that was conquered by the big bad guy nation, galemald, and she had a royal guard called “gunhilder’s blades” who fought with swords that had triggers on them and were used for channeling magic, and these were called gunblades after the royal guard, When garlemald conquered bozja they copied the design of their swords but garleans can’t use magic so to adopt their fighting style they switched to a mechanical design that used black powder. Later on firearms were developed off of this concept and since they were “gunblades without the blade” people started calling them guns.
masterpiece world building actually
you know what's even better? that lore is a magicalized remix of the word's irl etymology and i think that's brilliant
Oh. it’s just real. It was really that silly.
"I was wondering when would be the right time to give this to you."
She reached behind and in her small hands lay a circlet of hammered bronze, engraved with runes of the First Men and nine black iron longswords, as sharp as if they were just forged.
A crown, Jon realised at once, red eyes widening. Robb's crown.
"I saw my mother down in the Riverlands," she explained. Her bottom lip quivered before she caught it between her teeth. "I want you to have this. Robb would want you to have this."
"I cannot accept that, Arya." His voice was hoarse, scraped raw with emotion. "I've been told the stonemasons finished work on the statues of Robb and Grey Wind. We can put the crown back where it belongs."
"You are his heir," she stressed. "We all heard the will. It should be with you. Honour him by wearing it."
"I--"
She shushed him. "I will hear no more of it. Bend down."
He did as he was told, and with the gentleness of a bird plucking seeds from a palm, Arya rested the crown upon his head. The weight of it was heavy, as heavy as the burden that came along with it.
Your own burden is a crueler one, I fear.
It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg.
You have the strength in you to do the things that must be done.
He suddenly remembered the touch of Maester Aemon's hands as they felt his face carefully, mapping out the planes of his features. As if he was trying to see him.
Kill the boy, and let the man be born.
"It suits you," she told him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. He could feel the heat of her skin seeping through his clothing, and her smile was just as warm. "You look like one of the old Kings of Winter now."
It was all he could do to snort. "If so you say, dear sister."
