#how often do you shower?

[dyinglikenarcissus]

That showering poll really helps me understand why cons smell so bad

It’s not to be mean. I understand shower triggers a lot of things and takes up time and energy and they aren’t always accessible. A lot of nerds are neurodivergent and have anxiety. Basically, they fit the mold of why someone wouldn’t shower daily.

I’m connecting the dots. Maybe I should conduct a study.

#are you a fan of comics or anime? #how often do you shower? #do you attend conventions or meet ups? #the card game players are a big one too #a friend told me his first and last Pokemon game the guy he played against smelled so bad he gave up

[apollos-boyfriend]

an analysis of c!purpled, his legacy, and his flawed definition of one

so, of course, purpled's current arc revolves around his belief that he no longer has a legacy, and his attempt to re-make one through usurping quackity. he first attempts to gain political power in las nevadas, as cementing himself as not only someone who overthrew the past leader, but as a leader himself, would be sure to ensure his legacy. when that didn't work, he turned to the revival book and slimecicle, and we all know how that ended. it's important to note that purpled does not actually care nor necessarily want any of these things. he doesn't care about having political power, he doesn't care about owning the revival book, he doesn't want slimecicle dead. he just wants a legacy, and will do anything to create one, as he's generally a super apathetic and uncaring person when it comes to things like personal relations and intent.

the thing with purpled is that he's an extremely smart and strategic character, as shown by his ability to trick and cover up his true intentions, but he's also extremely stupid and struggles with truly thinking out the impact of his actions. he's more focused on the revenge than what comes after, and a lot of the time, he's extremely prone to self-sabotage because of that. the situation with las nevadas is a perfect example of his flawed planning, because if you really think of it, the legacy he left was not what he originally set out for. before joining las nevadas, he spoke about how no one on the server truly knew him, and how no one would probably be able to name a thing about him other than his name and maybe his house. right there, we can identify his actual desire: to be known by other members of the server, truly known, not just by name and actions, but by personality. purpled doesn't realize that, though, and instead takes it in the same way that quackity initially does: a legacy is about power, how you exert it over others, and how you can use it to control them. and it's no surprise he came to that conclusion! that's exactly what quackity used against him, so logically, he would see it the same way, as quackity was the one to lead him to make the realization in the first place. all thoughts of legacies are subconsciously related to quackity in his mind, whether he's aware of that or not.

so when purpled finally accomplishes his presumed goal, the only person truly impacted by it is quackity. while yes, other members of las nevadas are made aware of his betrayal, quackity is the only one whose memory will be forever scarred by him. slimecicle will most likely forgive and/or forget, and while foolish will no doubt think of him in a negative light, quackity is the only person shaken by what he's done. and that is not a legacy. purpled's impact will fade if quackity ever gets to a point where he's able to forgive, and he'll be right at square one again. when quackity dies, purpled's so-called legacy will die with him.

purpled believes his legacy was taken away from him when his UFO was destroyed, and to an extent, he's right. his UFO was a landmark on the server, having existed for longer than most of the members have even been whitelisted for. but what he failed to realize is his legacy was more than just that, and that he himself heavily added to the death of his legacy. he did so by blowing up his cabin, by running off into the woods, by refusing to socialize with anyone other than dogchamp. he had a legacy. with jack manifold and their truce, with hannah and boomer and their friendship, with tubbo and the socializing club, with ponk and the real estate conflict. while quackity didn't help in the matter, purpled cut many of his ties himself by alienating himself and being so vengeance-bound that he failed to see anything other than his anger and spite.

#icarus speaks #midnight analysis #<- new tag for all my analysis posting #as i tend to do it after 12 am more often than not #i had this realization in the shower and rushed to get it down on my phone before i forgot #and now took like 20 minutes to write up because by god. my Thoughts are hard to put into words #do u get me tho. do u get how stupid he is. how he is his own worst enemy. #his anger is righteous towards quackity to an extent. but it's a distraction from the truth. #it's easier to blame others than realize you yourself caused so many of your issues. #and you KNOW purpled's prideful ass will take some convincing to see that

[vargaslovinghours]

In case it was ever a question

#💟 #Doodles #Lol #Yes I do in fact still think about Vargas every single day #I'd tell you when that changes but that would still be a Vargas thought wouldn't it lol ♪ So for now situation normal! Nothing to report! #Haha ♫ #It's not always to this level or even this consistent but it does average multiple times a day and especially around sleep #The dreams have mostly completely tapered off but they're a common comfort/come-down from the day :) Reliable thought pattern #And even tho I'm not posting them for the most part outside of sketchdumps/the occasional video/fanfic/etc. etc. #I can tell you they still grab every sixth or so scratch page lol - and that's not counting their hefty backlog! #Plus I don't always doodle my ideas a lot of them go into my notes #Honestly considering a part two of an incorrect quotes post quite a few have built up and even I've forgotten some of them haha #They're silly ♪ #Oh yeah and you'll notice a near-matching uptick in WOY (Wander Over Yonder) :3c Haha wonder what that's about hahaha #And SCII to a similar degree but I don't have anything cheeky to say about that (right now) lol #Also completely off Vargas-topic I think it's really funny how often I forget my bracelet #Obviously didn't here! Got all 'em colours - which is honestly probably /why/ I forget that's a lot of tools for one small detail #But like - I never forget my glasses they are very much ''part of my body'' but I quite often forget my bracelet even tho I wear it way more #I take off my glasses to sleep and shower and the like but my bracelet follows me everywhere! How is it not part of my body just as much! #I guess I have been wearing glasses for longer overall but sequentially! Y'know! Haha

[argiopi]

got the cops called on me for the most hilariously sensible reason last night

So i have a new industrial piercing (my first piercing..! i love it •w•), and it got infected because of course it did, it's a cartilage piercing and i live outside. Context i've been living in my car for the past few weeks, which has been pretty good but one of the tradeoffs is i do not have a bathroom. The piercer told me if the piercing got infected I could soak it in saltwater, so i needed a source of 1. salt, 2. water that is warm or at least not the below-freezing ambient temperature i currently exist in.

Gas stations have both these things. (I have yet to purchase salt for my occasional propane stove cooking). Only problem is it was past midnight in a rural area, so I didn't find a 24 hour convenience store until around 100 miles into my route for the evening.

At 3 AM local time the store was inhabited by just One stern-looking employee who was mopping the floor. My grungy ass walks in carrying a small collapsible bowl and immediately begins casing the place like the world's shittiest thief, looking for those little free salt packets. I looked around the (empty, no hot food at 3 AM) hot dog stand and saw only wet condiments so i circled back around to the grocery section in case they were selling salt shakers I could buy. No luck so i desperately returned to the hot dog counter in case I missed the salt, and noticed a cabinet labeled CONDIMENTS below the dog cooker, which did conceal salt packets. I stuffed a handful of them in my pocket and hoped the mopping woman wouldn't ask, then pivoted to the bathroom where I locked myself for the next fifteen minutes.

I filled my bowl with hot water which was actually cool water but at least it wasn't frigid, and mixed salt into it and held it to my ear. After a few minutes the staff, who had been understandably watching me from around corners the entire time I was searching for salt, knocked on the door. I replied "hello?" and she didn't respond, so I assumed she was just checking if anyone was in there before she tried entering to continue mopping. I finished cleaning my sad little ear and bought a bag of yogurt pretzels as a gesture of good will because I felt bad for taking her salt and taking too much time in the bathroom when she needed to clean.

Enter The Pig. I had returned to my car and grabbed my first aid kit to apply antiobiotic ointment, when an officer entered the store. Trepidation when he arrived since I knew I was being a freak, but then i thought he was just doing his own shopping, then he came back out and approached my vehicle.

Rolled down my window and he asks what was going on in the bathroom. (What if i had been just taking a long shit??). So I showed him my ear and my bowl and explained, as Alertly, Calmly, and Soberly as i could after driving for multiple hours after midnight, to the face of someone who can ruin my life with a penstroke, that I was on the road and had to soak this infected piercing. Luckily it was a confused young cop who was too bewildered to inquire much further, not an old hardass who might start asking more challenging questions such as "where are you going" or "where are you staying tonight and why are you washing your ear at the gas station and not there." He clearly barely even looked at my car - asked if i was a local when my license plate is from two timezones away - and let me go without even collecting my information.

That was the sixth time that police have confronted me for acting outside social norms. The first time was because I was plucking an invasive plant species from the side of the road and he thought I was falling when I walked up & down the slope. The second time I was walking home alone at night, and maybe someone called because I had a backpack on and they thought I was trying to rob a house. I was just walking home from the train. The third time I had been biking home in the dark without a headlight, and i fell on my face and didn't know I was bleeding until a bastard pulled up and told me someone called because they thought I got hit by a car. The fourth time was when I fell in the river last winter and i was knocking on random doors asking for directions home to minimize my risk of hypothermia, and I suppose the woman who drove me home called to send someone to make sure i was okay? The fifth time was the first time I slept in my car, which ironically was before I started serially sleeping in my car. I was falling asleep on the highway after an all-nighter so I took the next exit and took a nap in my driver's seat at the end of a random residential street before I ended up on the news, and that's how I learned suburbanites are paranoid as all hell about anything out of the ordinary because a cop knocked on my window and asked me if I was drunk (who would say yes to that question?). Now I select my sleeping sites very carefully, which is probably the most annoying thing about hashtag vanlife, but I haven't gotten The Knock again yet and sometimes when I pull into random public lands after dark I wake up to mountains I've never seen before and that fuels my soul.

Lesson learned is that if you need to snort sodium chloride in a gas station bathroom at 3 AM, just have an ear piercing and dampen the hair around it and carry a bowl around, and you've got a story that's Too Weird To Be Making Shit Up.

#seriously how do y'all stay out of trouble #I Am Just Living My Life why does that incite so much suspicion. #this time was fair though i 1000% looked like a criminal who was about to drive home under an influence #blogging #FOLKS WHO FOLLOWED FOR ART I HOPE YOU ENJOY STORYTIME TOO LOL. #I saw THIRTEEN!!!! shooting stars while driving last night #i think that is a new personal record. was there a meteor shower? surely there was. #Two of them were bright enough to leave a dust trail.. ⭐︎つ⭐︎ #mountain roads are so scary lol what do you Mean there is no guard rail on this narrow winding road that drops off into Death Zone #not to mention when there is snow on the road..? #my tires spun out the other night because i was clinging too close to the uphill side of the mountain and went off the road #in my defense i could not see the lines on the road on account of they were covered by snow #anyway i sunk deep but luckily i have 4WD so i could wiggle out without help #but the snow gripped my tires and pulled them in the opposite direction i was trying to go.. #what if i was driving on the side facing downhill and slipped off the road and the snow gripped me. #best case scenario: car is Funked. worst case scenario Death #anyway i think my ear is slightly less painful & inflamed this morning..? i am going to go wash it at a much less sussy hour #the sky is so clear and bright here... #madly in love with the milky way. #i wonder how often ppl assume ppl are sneaking hard drugs when they actually have a completely legal reason to be acting strange. #not that i'm not living on the fringes of the law rn with the whole car thing and that's the only reason i had to be weird at a gas station #but like... lives be strange and complex and human behavior is rarely as simple as it seems there is always a story!

[exponentiate]

I haven’t exactly been bearposting all summer or anything so you’re all a bit contextless, but I just looked up at the explore.org/bears stream that’s just kind of always on at my house, and I saw a bear at the far wall, in The Office, and I recognized him as 151 Walker based on a mannerism, and I said to myself, “Oh, cool, I haven’t seen 151 in a while, I feel like it’s been all 32 and 821 and 164 the last few days”, and I went to look at the comments, and one of the comments was a picture of this bear, 151 Walker, captioned “so handsome”, and while I’m not judging anyone’s taste in handsome bears, I recognize him by how he’s constantly flapping his tongue around licking his chops or something, just, such an incredibly goofy behavior that I would not have described as handsome.

#164 is probably my (and a lot of people’s) favorite bear of the summer #he’s still pretty young and goofy #he has his own special fishing spot right literally under/in the waterfall so people call #him Shower Bear #but it also means that often when another bear has caught a fish on the lip of the falls he will stand up and beg for a scrap #it’s very silly and (anthropomorphizing) seems childlike but it also gives you a good view of the SIZE of the lad #he’s going to be a big bear it seems like #gosh maybe I should have been bearposting all summer #you could have heard all about how I can’t distinguish between the 900s (903 907 909 910) #who to the best of my knowledge are medium-dark bears who often fish on the lip of the falls #I think 909 is the one who tosses her head all the time? but I suspect her sister 910 does that do #too* #the best part about watching the bears and getting Pretty Ok I Guess? at id’ing them #is that I will absolutely not recognize any of them in the spring #oh oh oh the other distinguishing feature of the 900s is their light ears - medium-dark bear with light ears on the lip? 90something to me #and I didn’t even mention 747 even though he is another good candidate for favorite bear #he’s been very chill this year #he’s got a very recognizable silhouette #like a slug #and he’s a very pretty medium reddish brown

[starshineyellow]

What I say: hey, back when we were discussing the importance of timeliness, that comment about “people who are always late to meetings also never miss a flight” has really stuck with me.

What I mean: that comment has driven me nuts for days because I know the preparation and effort I put into being on-time for a single flight isn’t sustainable for getting into work every day no matter how hard I try and I wrote a multiple paragraph rough draft with all my thoughts about it but I feel like I can’t talk to you in-depth about these feelings because I’m afraid you’ll think I’m making excuses

#text post #adhd #late #time #I have no idea how to tag this #the just of the paper was ‘so you know how often I fly? like maybe once every two years. do you know how often I wake up? every single day’ #‘the sacrifices and concessions and preparation I make for a flight only have to be done for a single day not every day without fail’ #‘my strict routines tend to not accommodate enough time for savoring pleasant moments’ #‘the more days I sacrifice something in exchange for productivity means the more days I accumulate consequences for not relaxing’ #or showering or cleaning my dishes or any other consequence of my actions I have to face #long story short the quote is true but it’s not the whole story #and I know the person meant well #I still respect them #oh and for the record #the opinions stated here are my own and not reflective of the person I was speaking to

[voiceshearingyouloud]

Felt gross as hell but then I cried about it and prayed and went for a walk and now I feel better 👍

#selfcare

#this is glib but I forget how much I need to go on my silly little walk #I thought the only purpose was to be outside and I’m outside on the way to work #but actually it’s to have time to think and breathe without doing stuff #and I felt that benefit today #and I said hi to god :-) #and I cried which was lovely #I don’t usually properly cry like ever; but if I listen to sad music I can get myself going and it’s really healing #I’ve had that like choking on sobs cause you cry every time you try to breathe crying twice in my whole life; once when my s/o was leaving #for school again and in the shower the night before they left I cried about it #and the other when I was in residence still a few weeks after I came out of the psychosis and was being eaten alive by guilt and just broke #down with the grief of it #also in the shower. my s/o always cries doing dishes and I always cry in the shower lol #but it was actually so healing to cry that second time; I felt like I really wrenched out some of the sadness with it #anyway. episode ? of anne treats tumblr like her diary #anne speaks #but this post is mainly to remind myself to go for walks and chill more often #but today I need to sleep! that’s my main goal for tonight

[tonystarkstan]

this page has turned into something of a funeral ground. it’s where i come to lay flowers, little pieces of me posted at the foot of our relationship’s grave, where i ache and ache and ache. it is where i think i could beg, where i could and would and am and will promise to be good. i don’t know what good looks like but it has to be better than whatever i am, and i think i’d be that for you. for me.

it is 5:30am and i woke up from a dream about my dead dog and my first instinct was to text you and tell you about it, not because you’re the only person who understands grief—although, you’ve experienced it more than anyone i know—but because you put language to it in a way no one else does, and you always understood mine. i didn’t text you but i did stare at the blue heart next to your name that i never took off because i’m bad at boundaries and endings and moving on and grief.

i don’t know why i can’t be like everyone else. like those people who lose friends and barely think about it a month later. most possibly it is the mental illness. but even more than that, i think it is very rare—for me, at least—to have someone who loves me very well. my mom loves me, but she’s not good at it. i’ve had friends who loved me, but they weren’t good at it. for most of the time we knew each other, i was very lucky to have been loved by you well, and the lack hurts.

i should probably take a crash course in Moving On. i have not figured out how to delete our pictures or our messages and they all remain untouched, like some sort of time capsule i can open to relive the best parts of my best days with you. and maybe some of the worst. and i suppose as pathetic as i am, maybe i am just lucky to have had someone worth missing this much.

and maybe one day i’ll learn how to be good.

#alexa play ‘Shower Day’ by the amazing devil #the lyrics ‘if I’m good will you come back’ hit different lmfao #why am i Pathetic #really sorry for anyone who followed me for fandom stuff #i actually just come here to talk abt how much i miss someone who was my favorite person in the world #mostly bc normal ppl are like Dear God hope it’s been months get over it #not that i get to see my therapist often but i don’t even tell her bc i really am quite sure I’m just pathetic #it is so weird bc I mostly don’t even see myself having a future #but when I do my brain stubbornly places her in it #hope is just as stubborn as grief and just as impossible to get rid of #anyway life has not been kind lately and i would like to wake up now

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

#as a rule it generally has always frustrated me that it very often feels like people are WILLFULLY misunderstanding&misrepresenting me #&occassionally it leads to fun past-times such as actively matching the level of intelligence generally expected from me-- none. #or matching whatever bland&one dimensional personality type i have been very obviously&typically tactlessly assumed to have. #but especially in regards to how nice i am as a default ive always had issues with negative backlash from it lmao. #like its a toss-up as to whether or not the assumption is that i'm too stupid w/ too little life experience #to understand that ppl are inherently evil&thus should be treated poorly&w/ as much suspicion as possible as a default-- lol #-- or that i'm being manipulative+fake &the kindness is surely just a front for nefarious intentions. #&like for the vast majority of my life ive primarily dealt w/ the former which is vaguely annoying but also a lot of fun to play around w/ #until i've become too bored w/ the one-sided game to keep on playing it w/ ppl who have the overall depth of a shower floor #&the tact of a rabid wild boar only made worse by the continued assumption that im too stupid to understand that im being insulted. #but over the past few years the tides have shifted to the latter&like. #it took years of adjustment but i've finally perfected the art of actively disappearing in situations where its made clear #that my words&behaviors are being dissected for hidden meanings or malicious intent lmao. #truly the '... nah' philosophy has saved what little is left of my fucking sanity lmao. #it's officially the holiday season&i am already prepared to '... nah' my way straight the fuck into extremely comfortable isolation lol. #bc while i am more or less proud of having leashed my more vicious impulses it's still my first&strongest instinct #to take how bad someone thinks i am&to see how much lower i can go lmao. #when the assumption is that the worse that could happen is shattered kneecaps you take both the feet instead. #this is simply how i was raised lmao. #but in the interest of removing myself from that rather unhealthy cycle i am doing my best to just not engage when it happens. #... but fuck me if it doesnt feel like i'm being purposefully baited most times lmao.

[noxtivagus]

what if i make an apollo appreciation post everyday

#🌙.rambles #i love my twin a lot! #tucking them in bed n putting the blanket over you! #hugs. i love hugging the people i love #>:c if no one's gna want to do cringe shit like hold hands w me then i'll shower my friends with affection! #;;;; i have a liking for headpats wtf #yesterday looking through my screenshots n thancred headpatting [spoilers] made me smile sm #so cute #n then [spoilers] and [spoilers] in endwalker! my bb boy n his blue bird #this will stray off from being an apollo appreciation post but oh well #i am v affectionate w the ppl i'm close with #unles i'm shy w you. for whatever reason #or if my mood's just 💀 or 🤕 or 🫠 or 😭 or smth! #i think i'm touch starved. idk exactly how #hngggg i miss seeing my irls more often bcs #hugs ;w;; holding hands! even if i've ever only done those stuff platonically #they make me happy ehe #but. headpats :< i want a headpat give me one pls #my personality is so. bruh idk. it's like either uwu or emo (not in the extreme cringe way tho. i hope. god no) #like depending on my mood. me being quiet cld come across as shy >< or intimidating. #what if i force myself to stop being shy around ppl i've known for less than several years #n be openly affectionate. but not too much. would chaos happen. would i make someone fall for me #idfk what i'm saying rn. the way my mood last week was so sad n depressing n this week i feel 🥺 vibes instead of 💀 is. wtf #i shld sleep soon i have to wake up in like 5 hours hdkgjdj #my personalities like my voice. n my style. idk there's always just these two different sides of me #woah. my duality #like for my voice sometimes it's soft but it cld also be deep ish? my texting style has two opposite ends. my fave colors too #gna play n fix some stuff then i'll go to sleep in a bit

[spxcemuses]

Anonymous asked: � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? (for frollo >:) )

[ Useless Details (+ Drabble) ] | Always Accepting

The evening sun had now tucked itself into its bed on the horizon, nightfall approaching and sunlight no longer shining through any windows. Faint candlelight flickered against the stone walls as the judge undressed himself from head to toe. A bath had already been prepared for him before he was ushered in, heated water currently sitting in a large wooden tub lined with linen cloth. Making sure that all his clothes were in a relatively neat pile, Frollo steps into the warm water, crouching down and sinking himself in with a low groan of relief. This was the bath that he took on an almost weekly basis, on the day before Sunday. The water level rose a little and threatened to spill out, so he adjusted his weight accordingly, legs now dangling out a little.

“ You can come in now. ”

He called to the servant in an impatient manner, watching as they nodded meekly to him and passed by. They had been standing at the door with their back turned out of respect, so now they had to assist him by whatever means. A moment passes as they pick up the robes from the floor, placing them somewhere else before grabbing a sponge and getting to work on his back. Frollo sat up a little further in the water for them, closing his eyes in a sense of bliss from the personal treatment. Some days he would clean himself, but with his age, other days he would need help here and there.

#[ had a little trouble with the fireplace ]; Frollo headcanons #. anon #. answered #well if we’re going by time period accuracy #then i’d say every few days/weekly tbh #modern!frollo would shower every other day/every few days however #listen i had to do research for this topic alone and lemme tell ya #there were surprising results because apparently medieval people cleaned themselves often #kind of like how we shower in modern times (without advanced showers and stuff) #and nobility/clergy people often bathed because they were expected to #you don’t wanna be stinky in front of other ppl when your rank is that high i guess #i could go on and on about how people in the medieval times bathed; etc. #but in short: don’t you dare call him stinky >:( /lh

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Real luffa smells amazing omg

#I think they need to be replaced more often but they’re better for the planet AND I can get them for dirt cheap at a local store #I feel refreshed and at one with nature #I’ve never used a loofah for any consistent length of time before. I never liked the plastic ones because they felt weird to scrub with #I didn’t feel like they were doing anything because they were too soft #This natural one scrubbed my soul straight out of my body and turned my skin bright red; it’s amazing #AND it smells like a sweetgrass meadow #Kind of like how Slavic bathhouses offer sticks to beat yourself with to improve circulation (I forget what they’re called) #Yeah. I feel very circulated lol #Although I do scrub my skin really hard because I enjoy the absolute roughest textures ever #(I stroke those metal wire sanding discs with my thumb whenever I go to the hardware store #and I have a stiff metal scourer I found in the high school showers that I like to squish and grind my fingertips into) #The luffa experience is probably as gentle or intense as you make it; so don’t be put off by this post if you want to try it #but maybe don’t like super rough things #It can be rough if you scrub super hard like I do; but if you don’t it probably won’t be as harsh #It can be yuor angle or your devil

[hellohoihey]

Feeling mentally stable kneading dough in the kitchen at 1:30 am

#I was about to say My kitchen is this what adult life feels like #Are you aware of the fact that there are other ways of mixing and kneading than spoon and hand available. Like you do know that there are #Appliances for that located in this very household #I got home at 12 exactly. How did this happen #In my defence. Some of the ingredients needed to warm up to room temperature first #Also I am not a fast baker I am not that experienced what do you want from me #The problem is that I do not realise or just wilfully ignore how time works #very very often #Gonna take a shower while it rises #Because I thought it would be a good idea to do this after a closing shift at work. Why not yk? #Fun fact edit: case in point it was supposed to rise for 10 minutes and I decided to try and fit both clean up and showering into that

[comixandco]

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#my step dad just tried to clean up dog sick with a towel #like. the kind of towel you would use after a shower. #it didn’t even soak it up it just moved it around the floor i don’t understand #we’ve had a dog that gets sick fairly frequently for over a decade why would he use a giant ass cloth towel #it’s the towel i use to dry the dog when he’s wet too so now i’m just going to have to cross my fingers that we don’t get wet or muddy on #our walk in a few hours???? and the washing machine is obviously comandeered to clean the sickly towel #when i saw the sick and know it’s touched the door mat and the washing machine is also going to needed to wash that #and the doormat can’t be tumble dried so it would Sure be cool if that could have been washed first so that I could put it outside to dry #before the weather turns i just can’t comprehend #why he would try to clean up in such an inconvenient way that adds steps to the clean up process when we’ve been cleaning sick the same way #the entire time???????? #like i’m frustrated that now i’m going to have to go back in when he’s left and re-do everything because i can’t trust him to have actually #disinfected the ground and i’ll need to put the doormat somewhere but mostly i just don’t understand how he can mess up something #he must do every couple of weeks #How often has he been using that towel to clean up sick??????? it’s never in the washing machine usually i’m the one #who sees it’s dirty and washes it have i been rubbing our dog with it’s own sick???????????

[thefallofruins]

He is going to get bored of you, Sukuna was of that belief.

No one had lasted for as long as you had in holding the amusement of the king of curses. It often ended messily when Sukuna grew bored of someone. But he can’t, with you. Not when you…

“This is so pretty…!” You twirl around a bit to admire the back of the kimono, the beautiful colours and patterns only enhancing your beauty. Sukuna had no business with clothing— let alone clothing for women, but when the kimono displayed had caught his eye, the first thought in his mind was you.

“And you got this for me?” The question strikes a nerve in him, of course he did…but he cannot comprehend why.

“You were in dire need of proper clothing,” he responds, eyes studying just how beautiful his brat could possibly get. You pout in response. It was classic Sukuna behaviour, you couldn’t possibly get him to admit the intent behind his actions.

“But it does suit you well.” The words cause a smile to light up on your face, as you take a few steps towards him, hands finding his.

“Kuna?” You tiptoe, holding onto his strong hands for support, allowing you to press a kiss to his jaw. “Thank you.”

His lips twitch in response, slightly unsatisfied with the show of affection, he pulls you closer by your waist, growling softly, “Least you can do is thank me properly.”

Your giggle sends another wave of this unknown yet warm feeling within him, as you reach up to him on your tippy toes, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you, my love.”

My love. My love…he wishes to hear those words again and again, a sweet, honeyed voice so filled with love calling him that. His lips form into a small smile as you return to admire yourself in the mirror once again.

Unfortunately for him, he’s far from bored. Eyes lingering onto your form and taking in every reaction of yours.

And you? Don’t act surprised if you will be showered with pretty silks regularly in the following days.

#sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x you #suku <3 #ruins posts

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I see a lot of people joking about the adhd thing of "I have a appointment/phone call at 3pm, guess I won't do anything all day!"

But no one seems to make the connection that it's a time blindness thing. One of the symptoms of ADHD is not having a good and accurate sense of time. And not doing stuff prior to an event with a hard deadline is an obvious coping mechanism for that.

Can I go to the store? It's 10am and the appointment is at 3pm. How long does going to the store take? An hour? Three hours? Five hours? I DON'T KNOW!

I get anxious trying to do things before appointments because I'm aware that I don't know how long those things take, and that if I think I do, I may be very wrong. Too often I've been like "hey I can walk to the corner store and grab a drink, that'll take like 15 minutes!" and then an hour later I get back and whoops my rice has burnt.

Plus there's also the fact that ADHD people know that motivation and focus is a two-edged sword.

Like, let's say you decide to play a video game. You've got time, you can pause/save whenever, so this should be a perfect fit to make good use of your waiting-time. So you start playing and WHOOPS you get really focused for some reason today (because people with ADHD do not get to pick when their brain decides to focus) and the next time you look at the clock it's 2:49 and you haven't showered or dressed and the appointment is 30 minutes away. Fuck. (you could have set an alarm, but now you're asking people with the forgetting-things-and-time-ignoring condition to remember it set alarms)

And with motivation, it can be almost worse. Instead of playing a game, you so something useful or creative. You clean your room or fix your plumbing or write a story or draw a picture. And suddenly it's great. Your brain is firing on all cylinders. You've got all the motivation you can ask for, and you are FLYING. the ideas are brilliant, your hands are nimble, you're getting stuff done you've been putting off for weeks or months. And then the alarm goes off. Time to go to your appointment. Fuck.

You drive there, your brain still full of ideas and plans. But by the time you get back, the motivation is gone. You may still have the ideas but you don't have the drive to write them down. You can't force yourself to do it. Your sink is still in pieces. Your room is half-cleaned, and you have to shove all the sorted clothes into one big bin just so you have somewhere to sleep. You've left things half finished again, in a cycle that has been repeating your whole fucking life. It seems sometimes that nothing ever gets finished.

So next time you don't even start. There's not time. You've been burnt too many times. Why add another half-completed project to your pile of shame?

My point is that people seem to be going "lol I can't do anything all day if I have an appointment at 3pm" like this is a quirky "oh I'm so scatterbrained!" weirdness they alone have, and not a major complication of a disabling mental illness.

(and that's not even getting into the secondary effects. If you know that having an appointment ruins your whole damn day, you're going to avoid them. Even when it's things like "going to that party" or "meeting your friends for a drink/game" or "going to a movie with that cute girl from your math class". Things you should enjoy. Things that'd help you be social. Things that make you feel human.)

#ADHD