Hate it when TikTok farm cosplayers and cottagecore types say stuff like "I'm not going to use modern equipment because my grandmothers could make do without it." Ma'am, your great grandma had eleven children. She would have killed for a slow cooker and a stick blender.
I’ve noticed a sort of implicit belief that people used to do things the hard way in the past because they were tougher or something. In reality, labor-saving devices have historically been adopted by the populace as soon as they were economically feasible. No one stood in front of a smoky fire or a boiling pot of lye soap for hours because they were virtuous, they did it because it was the only way to survive.
Taking these screenshots from Facebook because they make you log in and won't let you copy and paste:
Wild to see them all like this. Anyway, I think I'll be doing a drawing thing this year. It has less broad appeal but I want to learn how to stop being ashamed of and enjoy making art again and if I've learned anything from 2025, it's that consistency is the key to making things stop being so daunting.
I'm not going to do another big long post, don't worry, but hopefully I can come away with 100 drawings at the end of the year, and maybe I will even post some.
If you're any of the people who reblogged my soup post saying something along the lines of, "I wish I could do something like this," I just want to say that you can. Set that bar low. Start with 1, I don't care. Then make another. Don't live in a household that enjoys soup? Neither do I. Live somewhere where it's warm most of the year? It's legal to have warm things still, most of my soups were made in spring and summer and I enjoyed all but one of them.
If a custom, habit or perceived rule keeps you from doing a harmless thing that you enjoy, it is worth sloughing off.
Fuck that shit, make soup*.
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
I heard recently that you can tell a lot about a person by the first movie they know Tim Curry from and I literally can’t stop thinking about it.
so say in the tags what’s the first movie you know Tim Curry from. Mines muppets treasure island
Reblog if you love “—” and have never used ChatGPT
for @merthurmicrofic | prompt: MANHANDLE | word count: 287 | warning: NSFW
It occurs to Arthur that, for all its ostensible weakness, there is very little give to Merlin's body.
Arthur knew this already. Extensive handling - necessary, required in the course of pulling Merlin out of harm’s way since he always seemed more intent on throwing himself into it - long ago revealed Merlin’s willowy figure to be sinewed with lean muscle and sparing fat, hard and wiry and not at all yielding.
What the flesh in Arthur's grasp screams now, he should also already know. Maybe the first time Merlin gets poisoned and lives, or the second. Perhaps when Merlin suffers the violent magic of a sworn enemy, and then a dear friend, only to shrug off certain death to save one king he can’t stand, and then another he at least seems to tolerate. Surely, when Merlin trades his life for Arthur's on countless occasions and still manages to outlive him by fifteen hundred years and counting, Arthur should've realized.
But no, it isn't until a millennium is waxed and a second is waning, when he’s a stranger in a strange land where Merlin is all he knows and even that's uncertain, that Arthur finally learns. It doesn't sink in until he's sinking into Merlin, pulling Merlin roughly back onto his cock and getting cursed for his efforts, bruising fingers digging into his neck as Merlin thrashes and snarls at him through gritted teeth and desperate tears for more, more, Goddamn you, for how long you made me wait for it? You're going to fuck me until I can't breathe, until I stop wishing I died too, that for how little it gives under Arthur's shaking hands, there is apparently no limit to what Merlin’s body can take.
::standing ovation::
Thank you for sharing, this is such great writing! 🥰✨
New York is the exact opposite of Minnesota. New York is where the Big Apple is and Minnesota is where Minneapolis
Cataclysmic Architecture - An Anthology of Two Souls Colliding by @saveourskinship
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About the bind: ✦ This bind is an anthology of various Dramione fics written by saveourskinship. I reached out to them personally for permission and also an anthology title, they gave me several suggestions and I picked this one as I liked it the most ✦ this is also my first fully colored typeset. I made three custom illustrations to separate the stories. ✦ Each story uses a color palette inspired by Wes Anderson movie scenes ✦ I went with a square format for the bind because I really wanted to make the cake box from the movie and retain the square shape of it ✦ all marbled papers (endpaper, box inside lining) were made by @mlcbindings . I had the chance to meet a local binder and we exchanged some materials. When I looked through my stack of papers I knew I had to use those to match the colors of my bind ✦ I decided to go very simple for the front cover, and mimic the font style of Asteroid City.

im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to
spiderman dances to the beat
no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour
hey guys do you want to circulate the heirloom dancing spiderman again i feel like we could stand to do that
Hey Heated Rivalry fans,
Are you try to get into hockey but don't know what you're looking at during the game? That's okay! There's a lot of stuff going on and a lot of happens very quickly. I've been watching hockey since 2022 and I still get lost sometimes.
Don't worry about picking a team. Find a game/team that fits your schedule and start there. Or pick a player you keep hearing about on Tumblr and find their team. Or, if you want to stick with the Heated Rivalry universe but in our version of reality, you'll want the Boston Bruins (Ilya), the Montreal Canadiens (also called the Habs, Shane), the Ottawa Senators (Ilya), or the New York Rangers (Scott).
Personally, I'm a Florida Panthers fan. I picked them back when I started watching because they're my local team. Like, 45 minutes away local.
This is a GREAT video for getting a grasp on the basics of the game:
Hockey's a lot of fun. We're reaching the halfway point of the current season, so things are beginning to pick up on the way to the playoffs in May and June.
Feel free to reach out to me with questions! I genuinely don't mind. Or poke around on your team's reddits or discords for information.
And if someone is a dick to you because you got into hockey via a romance book, they're stupid and wrong and you deserve to be here just as much as they do.
Sincerely
Knotta <3
And to think that it takes very little to make a child happy....
Off topic but this is too good not to share with the world!
That poor excavator operator: DON'T FUCK THIS UP DON'T FUCK THIS UP
I remember doing the arm movement in the back of my parents car and being ELATED when the semis honked their horns....
I miss that. I wonder if people still do that
photos by @phoenixortheflame!
The dragon is a pearlescent, gleaming white. Its hundreds of scales are catching the light from the nearby fires, reflecting the orange light back as shards of rainbows. It has an iridescent ruff, like a translucent collar, just under its head, circling its neck. (from Draconem dormientem nunquam excitat)
Bound: Dragon!Draco by @toomuchplor
I found myself going to the city where plor lives, and of course I had to bring a bind as a little gift. And it seems like if I'm going to bind something of plor's, it's going to be a series of fics instead of just one. (Prev)
And look, how could I resist Dragon!Draco? It practically designs itself! (Well, trust me, it doesn't, actually.) Dragons, dragons, everywhere!
This was my first backed book, because now I have the tools necessary to make one. I think it came out okay, but I'm sure they'll get better with practice.
I foiled all of the title headers, much like I did for Steinway!Verse, so I'm nothing if not predictable when it comes to my plor binds.
The endpapers came from Paper Source, and the cover material is Skivertex Sanigal in ivory (it's paper that looks like leather.) I used an iridescent HTV for the cover decoration, which went onto the Skivertex beautifully (unlike the bookcloth I was originally going to use, but threw away in a fit of rage.)
I think my favorite fic of the series is Tempest in a Teacup so I really wanted to have an illustration of a tiny dragon in a mug, but I cannot draw! So I am going to be making a podfic for @mihorina in exchange for a drawing. Isn't it so cute?!?
Welcome, 2026.
This year I will be a consumer.
I will consume the wonderful things in my life so that I can fully enjoy their delightful pleasures in this occasionally monstrous world.
I will drink the expensive tea and hold its flavor on my tongue when it is gone. I will light the pretty candle and bask in the scent that holds memories from another time and place.
I will read everything that strikes my fancy - and that's a wide range of tastes - and be proud of my consumption of literature*, proud of the people who wrote it and sent it out into the world, and grateful for their labor that brings such pleasure to so many people.
I will listen greedily for the sounds of each season - the silent stillness of a snowfall at night, the bright song of the birds nesting in the bushes, the joyous screams of children playing, the solid drumbeat of a high school football game halftime show two blocks away.
I will take up so much time talking to my friends on the phone, and via text, and driving hours to hang out for an afternoon in a coffee shop. I will buy the fun little gifts that make me think of them on my journeys, and give them to them without waiting for an "acceptable" occasion but just because I thought of them and that brought me joy and giving them a gift brings us both joy.
I will stand for hours in museums and stare at beautiful art and feel my soul healing.
I will count fireflies on a summer's night.
I will consume the wonderful and hold it in my heart and feel it and use it as a shield. I am here. And the world is wonderful.
*please note that I mean fanfic. Nearly all of what I read is fanfic.




