please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

Casting with all my might

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

people think taking things literally is just like

when in my experience it's more like

...oh

Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.

it’s okay to look mentally ill or neurodivergent. it’s okay to rock. it’s okay to stim. it’s okay to cry. it’s okay to act or look mentally ill. you’re allowed to. you’re not a burden. you’re doing great. showing symptoms is part of your illness/neurodivergence. you’re not a failure.

trust me, i look pretty mentally ill. i rock, stim, cry and tic. my eyes dart around, i dissociate, i pull my eyelashes, i blink barely at all. i talk to hallucinations, i talk to my alters, i have flashbacks. i act erratic, i act mentally ill. and that’s okay. because i am mentally ill. and showing symptoms does not make me a failure.

Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

Can comfirm, i am Quite Fat ™ but i still hit my punching bag hard enough last week make it touch the ceiling and broke a finger in the process

You know, I train with (martial arts) a bunch of dudes, and a few bodybuilders have showed up over the years. 

And every damn one of those huge shredded motherfuckers has the endurance of a fucking newborn puppy. Fifteen minutes into warmups and they’re panting for air like like they’re about to die. I’ve sparred them and every one of them telegraphs their moves about two weeks in advance, and are slower than my dead grandpa because their huge useless muscles get in the damn way. 

Now. I also work with a couple of guys who are not weightlifters. They do, however, do very physical jobs and are Big Dudes. Picture this sort of build. 

No abs to speak of, a bit of a tummy, and those motherfuckers can pick up one of the weightlifters and throw them. 

And they’re fast. Like, unfair fast. 

Bodybuilding culture is bullshit. Embrace your status as a giant barbarian and if anyone gives you crap throw them off a mountain. 

i love and support all strong, fat people

As someone who also was in martial arts all of this is so real.

Strong, healthy bodies do not look like the dangerously dehydrated actors in marvel movies

Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck.  Not bad luck.  I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!

“See him face”

I sure fucking do see him face

Him face

Reblog him face for good luck in 2021

Reblog him face for good luck in 2021 (2)

Reblog him face for good luck in 2022!

btw children deserve bodily autonomy too. it’s fucked up to touch your kid at all without their permission or move your kid by force even if they’re throwing a tantrum 

if your kid says they dont want a hug and you hug them anyways and the kid gets upset about it that’s your fault actually. they’re not being cute when they say stop. they mean stop 

Smash that mf reblog button if you stoically ignore all labelled washing instructions and everything your mama ever told you about laundry and just send those bastards hurgling around in an overfilled tub to meet either death or glory

Something I learned from a costume designer: if an item can be washed multiple ways the designer is only legally obligated to put one of the ways on the tag, but if there’s only one way to wash that item they have to put Only on the instructions

If the tag says “Dry Clean” it’s safe to machine wash but the designer thinks it looks better if you get it dry cleaned 

But if it says “Dry Clean Only” you will destroy it if you wash it any other way

Reblogging for that last bit which this 37 yr old adult did not lnowy

If you try fucking w/ gender and it just confirms that you are in fact cis, that still gives you like an upgrade because now you’re approaching your sense of self with Intent™.

self-knowlege is never wasted.

#you get to unlock cis+#cis prime#cis exclusive content for subscribers#cis new game plus

You become a Verified cis with a little blue tick

Okay, the last post about this was really muddled, so:

new worldbuilding project is yet more superhero content, a comedy about 5 supervillains so powerful that most people just accept their chaos as part of living in this city, nobody’s stopping them. It’s called “Overpowered”!

The sorts of supervillains we’re dealing with are:

—the hedonistic crime boss

—the one with a grudge against a superhero

—the attention-seeker

—the one where it’s probably a weird sex thing

—just some guy whose powers keep wrecking shit against his will

The five of them are a loose alliance, but even individually they’re a nightmare to deal with. None of them INTENTIONALLY kill or maim civilians, which definitely contributes to how willing the general populous is to tolerate them.

The horny one and the one with the grudge both fixate on the same superhero and are constantly at odds with each other, half their plans are to interfere with each other rather than get anything actually accomplished.

Also both of them, as well as the hero they’re obsessed with, are women. It’s all vaguely homoerotic.

Someone commented on the “vaguely” in “vaguely homoerotic” and I would like it known that it’s only vague in comparison to Malice the hedonistic crime boss, who can safely be assumed to be having lesbian sex at least 50% of the time she isn’t in a scene.

The characters are named, in order: Malice, Rebirth, Eye for an Eye, Red Velvet, and Kevin.

I’m copying Malice’s description out of an ask I answered because it’s Important:

Malice is a woman in her late 40s who oozes dangerous confidence and charisma, wears a suit without a tie and her shirt half open, with gold-and-black dragon scales around her eyes like particularly daring eyeshadow and more on her hands like brass knuckles, she doesn’t need a cigarette to blow smoke into people’s faces as a taunt, and she’s usually accompanied by at least two beautiful woman she’s spoiling obscenely.

Malice was originally a career henchman, until she was betrayed by her boss in her 30s. Left for dead and surviving on luck alone, she tracked down her former boss and “killed” the dragon goddess he’d been keeping prisoner to steal power from. Happy to be freed of her flesh prison and fond of the pure spite behind Malice’s actions, the goddess gifted the totality of her powers to Malice for the rest of a natural human life span. Her current form is a semi-corporeal gold lizard about 8 inches long, and she lounges in a nest of silk blankets in Malice’s penthouse, eating raw slices of kobe beef and fresh oysters.

Rebirth, next on the list, is the middle child of the three women, a lanky scarecrow of a person in her early 30s. Tall, thin, and mean, she always looks and behaves like a retail worker who hasn’t slept in 3 days, just found out they’re getting fired at the end of the day, and you’re a rude customer. Which is roughly the sort of day she was having when a superhero accidentally knocked a building onto her and killed her a few years ago.

Rebirth’s power is a once a day teleport/resurrection/what have you. Every day at 1am, she shows up in perfect condition wherever she chooses to be, no matter where she was or what had happened to her. Death isn’t enough to stop it, nor are power dampeners. The timing is because that’s when she died, and the process is EXTREMELY distressing, which fuels her anger against the hero who got her killed in what amounts to collateral damage.

Eye for an Eye is roughly Rebirth’s age but could not have a more different personality if he tried. He’d fit right in as a YouTube influencer— he’s loud, he’s energetic, he’s a vaguely alternative pretty boy, you’d be forgiven for thinking he needs attention to survive. He maintains a very active fan base and his signature is a cartoon aye-aye, a reference to how many people (himself included) shorten his alias to Eye-Eye.

Eye-Eye’s power is invulnerability through reflection— any danger that comes at him gets reversed back onto whoever or whatever caused it. Shoot him and the bullet will go back at the same speed. Punch him in the face and break your own face. Drop a building on him and the building will crush itself.

He is a showman sort of villain, he loves things like “steal the Empire State Building” and “blow up the moon”. He does it entirely for attention.

Red Velvet is the youngest of the girls, although she’s still older than poor Kevin, being in her late 20s. A shapeshifter with no limits except vague size, she’s as capable of turning into a politician as she is becoming a sentient cloud of poisonous gas. Her usual human form is a red headed woman with freckles and a braid, but she isn’t above playing mystique games.

Velvet is arguably the nastiest of the bunch, with most of her schemes focused on breaking heroes for the pleasure of seeing them break. Getting the pacifists to kill, putting private heroes in situations where they lose their relationships or jobs to keep their secret identities, breaking up hero teams, that kind of thing. She has a Batman-and-Joker thing going with her favorite superhero complete with elaborate mind games, but in her “off time” she’s an easygoing slob that hasn’t done dishes in a week and sleeps in a pile of unwashed laundry on a mattress on the floor.