a mess

Cosmic wheel sisterhood be like I didn't know it could be good I didn't know that it could get better. I wanted to erase what brought me this suffering and then I met them, people, after two hundred years, and learned that the world moved during those years and that it didn't sit still in a glass house for me to crash and destroy with my hammer. And the one person responsible for my anguish wasn't there anymore didn't exist for me to scream yell and throw things at. To build my anger into a weapon. Instead I was left building up something I knew I would destroy. But I did it anyway. And it was beautiful. Anyway play cosmic wheel sisterhood

every day i wake up and watch my emotional support millennials play insanely intricate dnd campaigns for hours on end and i am not ashamed of that

As a fresh Twitter refugee I offer you my Dimension 20 fanart 🤲

For reference, the federal minimum wage would have you earning roughly on average $1,256.66 a month

It’s recommended your rent only be 30% of your total budget, so with an average monthly rent of $1,827 that would mean your average renter’s monthly income should ideally be $6,090

That would be roughly $35.13 hourly or $73,080 annually

However, the average renter’s household income is only $42,500 annually or $20.43 hourly (as of 2019 according to the Census Bureau’s American Community Survey)

This means either rent prices are too unsustainably high and price gouging or wages are too unsustainably low and predatory

Or both

(Hint: it’s both)

not to mention most apartments won’t even allow you to apply unless you make 3 times rent.

Drew Gorgug as a present for @myforlornhope for their birthday :D I don’t do environments a lot so this was nice 😊

[ID: A digital illustration of Gorgug standing in a dark forrest, trees looming around him. He is looking off to the right, and is holding a small pebble up to his mouth. Around him, the words “it’s gorgug, keep going” float in faintly glowing white text. Five thin, glowing white lines are moving out from him into forrest through the grass. /end ID]

Imagine being a young adult and your foster mother (who is part phoenix and has already lived several lives) is reborn in a burst of flame. The woman who raised you is now a helpless infant, and has no memories from her previous life. This tiny chick with fuzzy feather down and a tiny lick of flame on her head is both similar and so very different from the woman you once knew.

As a phoenix and a wizard, your mother had her share of rivals and enemies, and she tasked you with protecting and teaching her new incarnation. There is a box of letters you are to give to the child when she is older.

You too have celestial blood, but you wonder if your developing powers are going to be enough to protect her until she is old enough to fend for herself. You live on a pirate city that floats upon the Celestine Sea; is it going to be safe enough?

What a tremendous weight that would be.

Genuinely tired of ACOTAR's worldbuilding not being explored to its full potential so please enjoy my take on the geopolitical environment of Prythian and its Courts (extremely chaotic but I tried)

Long post ahead

𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲.

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶Eddie's month began with a rough start, but as the days passed, and your time together grew, his mood improved. He opened up to you, and you listened. Then things escalated. Slow dancing in the garage? Openly flirting while hanging Christmas decorations? This wasn't what he was supposed to be doing with his coworker who was leaving in a few months. And to make matters worse..

"I swear I didn't hang that," he promised while Adrie held both your hands, giggling under the mistletoe.✶

NSFW — slow burn, fluff, flirting, mutual pining, mild sexual tension, light angst, depictions of poverty, mention of blood, reader wears eddie's work jacket, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use

chapter: 6/? [wc: 16k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06

AO3

Chapter 6: May I Have This Dance?

december 2nd?? what the fuck. what’s next? december 3rd?? a 4th of december???? give me a fucking break.

and what’s after the 4th? the 5th??? the minor fall, the major lift????? the baffled king composing hallelujah???????

Anyways I wanna be in love with someone who is equally as in love with me and I don’t want it to just be love I want us to be best friends and to adore and respect each other and to fit together like puzzle pieces and tbh I have faith I’ll find that

i understand the whole "stop applying modern labels to the hypothetical gender & sexual identities of historical figures" argument but you gotta admit. just as a thought experiment it might be PRETTY DAMN FUN to imagine "okay say this renowned 19th century novelist was trans as fuck. how would we have to reinterpret their vast vast written body of work?"

what if George Eliot really was trans. what if Earnest Hemingway was nonbinary. what if Victor Hugo was indeed a little bitch. all questions that deserve exploring

cell phone doesn't like water because it is a combination of the other three elements. it is a rock (earth) that we fill with lightning (fire) that can control radio waves (air). if it contained water too, it would be too perfect; it would be like a god. to prevent this, the universe kills the would be uniter-of-the-elements. it's basic science.

Hey op google what LCD stands for

i took an oath in third grade to never do drugs

I feel compelled to share one of my favorite bits from the Martian

Hey you. Yeah you. Fanfic author over there thinking their work isn't good enough to be published. Your work is amazing, it's so creative, whether it has 100 words, 10k words or 100k words, your work is amazing.

Your creativity knows no limit, your creativity is so appriciated, it's so very much loved, you're going to do great things with your writing abilities, it's unique, it's uniquely you, it's a little piece of your soul being put on display and your readers ADORE you for it.

You are adored by your readers, you are loved by your readers you are worth the whole world, we love you, we love you like the stars shine on a clear night's sky.

Cut yourself some slack, don't burn yourself out, and remind yourself that you are worth every bit of what joy you give others.

Dear fanfiction authors, we love you, we love your work, we love the effort you put into it all, we love getting just snippets of your thoughts, love and soul, the fact that you share them with us readers means more to us than you'll ever understand, whether it's on Ao3, fanfiction.net, wattpad or on here, you make somebody's day.

You take whatever worries us readers have in the world and simply let us escape and I just wish I could show you how much you're loved and appreciated, truly you deserve so much of the world.

Dear x reader authors.

You have my soul, you have my soul in an absolute CHOKEHOLD, gorllia grip choke hold, my singular braincell can only focus on your works I love them.