Inspired by this

being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn't made to feel like a literal death sentence

it's all very well to say "friends are just as important as romantic partners" but in practice this simply is not the case lmao. you can share a flat with a friend but it's expected that sooner or later that friend will meet someone and will move out to go live with that person instead. if you're hanging out with friends you can bring your partner along but your friends can't come on a date night with you because that's third-wheeling and it's weird. you can know somebody for most of your life and still be second-best to some guy they met on tinder 6 months ago. you're meant to just accept without question the fact that your friends will prioritise time with their partners over time with you. being single is treated like a problem that needs to be fixed. we casually use expressions like "just friends" or "more than friends". everything we read and watch reinforces the idea that romantic love is what gives life meaning and therefore your life is meaningless without it. i try to keep my chin up but my god it is bleak out there

You’ll never convince me that Stan was dumb. Sure he may not have been a genius like his brother, but I am a firm believer that Stan had glasses when he was a kid. His dad stopped replacing them after he broke them in a fight too many times (Filbrick didn’t believe him when he said he was defending Ford from getting bullied) and the reason Stan struggled in school was because HE COULDN’T READ THE BOARD. Not because he wasn’t smart.

I’m an equally firm believer that Stan realized he needed glasses after trying on Ford’s one day post-portal incident (in a moment of missing his brother terribly and thinking that if he put his glasses on he’d be able to see him in the mirror) and to his surprise he could see way better. Then he went and got his own glasses because he didn’t feel right wearing Ford’s. But I digress. I think Stan started making progress on learning the science required to fix the portal once he was able to actually read the textbooks.

Ya feel? I have a lot of headcanons rattling around my brain and I’m slowly finding the courage to post them here

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

#he wouldn't fucking say that but i'm getting kind of attached to the guy you invented who did say that

Image: a narrow road through green hills. A truck is turned diagonal, completely blocking the road. It says "Evergreen".

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Merlin (falco columbarius)

March 25th, 2025

Park Point, Duluth, Minnesota

a minor headcanon that I will die defending is that reigen initially assumed that mob’s supposed “psychic powers” were just how he rationalized his autism to himself. like here’s an obviously autistic kid, one reigen clocks immediately because he’s, well, reigen, and he’s talking about extra sensory perception and having powers he can’t control, powers that are scary. obviously, he assumes, this is something the kid picked up from his parents, a way for him to rationalize his alienation from other children— that no, you’re not “different”, you’re special (not even going into the parents who think their autistic children are like, aliens) and the other kids can see that you’re special and so they treat you like you’re weird and creepy and they don’t invite you to play and they whisper behind your back but it’s fine, because one day they’ll see how special you really are. and adult autistic reigen arataka, who was also probably-definitely bullied as a child, decides to nip that thought in the bud and gives the whole spiel, that no, “psychic powers” (autism) don’t make you special, and yes, they do make you different, and that’s fine because everyone’s different, and at the end of the day you have agency and you get to decide the kind of person you’ll be, so choose to be a kind one, and he sees this kid hanging off his every word as he tells him the kind of stuff he wishes someone had told him when he was so little and alone, and he mentally pats himself on the back and hypes himself up for another cigarette.

and then the kid makes a teacup float in front of him and he’s like oh. damn. can you kill ghosts

I'm back from the dead with some Fiddleford angst! This literally took me over ten hours but I'm actually really happy with how it turned out so it's worth it lol

[ID: An illustration of Fiddleford shooting himself with the memory gun, the spokes of light from the gun dividing up the rest of the image to form Fiddleford’s memories. All around Fiddleford are images of a hand writing notes, some portal blueprints, the triangular window of Ford’s house with two snowmen of Ford and Fiddleford in the foreground, Fiddleford’s son Tate as an older child with a drawing made by Tate of Fiddleford’s family, Fiddleford’s wife Emma May sobbing at a desk with her wedding ring resting on the table next to a document with both their names on it, and Fiddleford’s banjo. The background shows various scientific lab equipment and the expression of Fiddleford as he pulls the trigger looks pained.]

to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be

Is it just me or is it that every time I read a fic depicting either of the sets of twins having blue eyes I just have to like stop reading completely and just process that. Cause I can NEVER imagine them having blue eyes, fidds yeah sure but the twins???

Anyways sorry I don’t know why that bothers me specifically I’ll be letting myself out.

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[ID: Three photos of an immature cedar waxwing perched on a buckthorn branch, surrounded by clusters of round black berries. In the first, it looks off to the right. In the second, it looks more toward the camera and tilts its head to the side. In the third, it holds a berry in its beak. End ID]

Cedar waxwing (bombycilla cedrorum)

March 18th, 2025

Willard Munger State Trail, Minnesota

yall reblog this with the most disappointing game u have ever played

like the one that was either a sequel or overhyped and then turned out to be trash?? mine was bioshock infinite

going up to a character i enjoy and being like "i'd like to award you the highest honour i can bestow" and the honours in question are like. bad at sex. undiagnosable mental anguish. loser's temperament. actual body horror shit. nicotine addiction.