#it’s simple courtesy

[lockandkeyhyena]

for the record. regardless of your thoughts on whether queer is a slur or not, if someone asks you not to call them queer and your response is ‘i call all lgbt people that!! its been widely reclaimed!’ and not ‘oh sorry i didn’t realise you were uncomfortable with that word’ you’re an ass.

*THIS POST WAS MADE BY A QUEER*

#yeen rambles #this applies to all words. someone asks you not to call them gay? dont call them gay #someone asks you not to call them dude or bro? dont call them dude or bro #its simple courtesy

[emblazons]

He is more of myself than I am.

Day Seven of @bylerweek2023 - Soulmates aka: Byler x (Emily) Brontë + how he looks at you when you're not looking

#design forward #bylerweek2023 #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #I've seen these moments paralleled so many times but not seen them giffed? hence the inpo for these lowkey #BUT !!! you need to understand that me making gifs like these is a revolutionary development courtesy of byler week #the masking and blending and sharpening and style of editing was all learned in THE LAST FOUR DAYS #so I combined all my lessons into these as a simple ‘final hurrah’ #Honestly for someone who learned how to gif SOLELY on a whim four months ago I’m pretty satisfied with myself rn lol #anyway. this week was so fun and I'm so glad I did it! #stranger things #my gifs #the me tag

[callingcxrd]

Figured out how to word my thoughts on the "DNIs don't work" argument. Like... obviously yes they don't always work 100% of the time, I'd say quite literally nothing does. In regards to stuff like "DNI if you're racist" or whatever I'd very much guess literally no one ever goes "Oh no I'm racist :(" because they can't even fathom their behaviour is a bad thing anyway

But like, about other things that aren't parts of the (fairly nebulous) "general criteria" people set forth, they absolutely can have some use. After that, if they don't work... Well, that's fine? A DNI is just your step one, your sign on the fence. The block button still exists. A DNI has never MEANT to completely replace it. If you expect to completely avoid ever dealing with this or that using one that's just not what you're going to get

#Like if you ask me a DNI is just like a matter of convenience and a simple way to set more specific-to-you boundaries #It can literally be as simple as something regarding ships you don't vibe with or whatever. A little list or banner or whatever is like #Not just for you but also possibly a courtesy to any random user who would go ''Oh no I shouldn't be here'' #^ Assuming the specific matter is actually a smaller thing and not about something that's awful #Bleu.txt #Very weird ramble sorry this site is just really polarised and acts like everything either MUST work a certain way or is totally pointless

[chiicakee]

whenever i feel like practicing an action pose i whip out my keykid oc (they/them). can't be bothered to give them a name bc this is shameless self insert so if anyone out there thinks of a name that they think fits this creature please let me know in the replies <3

#me.png #skebby #oc #inconsistencies everywhere bc nothing is set regarding this character aside from the simple fit #the secret lore is that they have a mentor/student relationship with riku lol #but they train with kairi and sora most often #home world got swallowed by darkness courtesy of Their Older Brother who is having a xehanort moment independent of any xehanort influence #they live in mysterious tower to train because traverse town and going back and forth was too disorienting for them #kingdom hearts #kh oc #kh #too shy to tag riku even though he's in here

[marshmallow-fluffy]

Day 27 and 28 of @amphibianaday's Amphibuary! I redrew my day 10, for the prompts of 'self' and 're-do', once again under the cut for very mild rainworld spoilers

And my mom also redid her day 10! We didn't plan that, it just worked out that way

#i'm really happy with how this one came out! #the line art isn't as good because i just traced it from the first one instead of carefully measuring things out and using a straight-edge #but the coloring is much better because i put so much time into it #the big black blocks were much easier due to my remembrance of my dear friend paint #the shading for the pillars and statue at the top of the page are also courtesy of my dear friend paint #also! internet amphibian person! you keep saying how cool it is that so many people did it #but i would like to say that it's really cool that you made it in the first place #for several years now i've been meaning to begin drawing and amphibuary struck me with a lightning bolt of inspiration #and you always add commentary to every piece! #even if it's just a simple ''very cute'' or pointing out a detail you like that's still really cool of you! #all through february one of the highlights of my morning has been checking my notifications and seeing what kind words you had about my art #i thank you as i'm sure many others do as well

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello again scarian nation i was admittedly a little shy about posting this but i come to yall with offerings of gay kisses<3

For context this is for @sparxwrites who wrote the FANTASTIC series there's something wrong with the boatem hole which is the universe where this snippet technically takes place. This can be understood more or less without the context i think but it pairs best with reading Found first :] enjoy!!

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"Do you trust me?" Scar asks, sudden and easy as breathing.

Grian's shoulders hunch. "As much as I trust anyone, I suppose," he says, but that's not quite true. Scar is Scar, and everyone else is... he trusts them, of course he trusts them, but Scar is different. Scar is special. A tier above the rest. "I do," he amends, "trust you. You're very trustworthy, Scar, even though you swindle me half the time."

Scar doesn't rise to the lighthearted invitation to banter. His eyes are void-dark, pupils swirling with stars-- slowly, so slow Grian can track each individual movement, he reaches up to the space right above Grian's head, hovering both hands there.

Grian blinks, and his vision doubles, triples, multiplies by numbers he cannot name until he's dizzy with it, drunken reeling at the surge of multifaceted points of view. From the corner of his vision he spots his wings puffing, mantling-- eyespots blinking, glowing soft and lilac in the shadows of the Swaggon.

Scar's hands drop, grazing over Grian's ears-- he shivers-- before gently plucking at the straps of Grian's face mask.

Alarm thrills through Grian's stomach. "Scar, what are you doing."

"You said you trust me, right?" Scar replies.

"I--" Grian's throat closes. "Well I-- Scar, I didn't think that meant--"

"So trust me." Scar's voice is a murmur, low and melodical. He peels away Grian's face mask, slow enough that Grian could stop him if he wanted to.

He doesn't.

The face mask drops between them with a leaden rustle. Grian shivers again; this strange vulnerability Scar is asking of him leaves him raw, exposed-- his soft underbelly, for all the world to see.

Except it isn't the whole world. It's just Scar.

Maybe that's the same difference.

If Scar notices how Grian trembles, he doesn't comment on it. Just rests his hands at the nape of Grian's neck, curling his fingers into the short hair there. Flexing them, thumb brushing against the shell of Grian's ear in absent sweeps.

Scar grins, then, a crooked little quirk of his lips. "Still trust me?" he asks.

The words have been stolen off his tongue. Breathless, Grian can only nod his head in one sharp, staccato burst.

"Good," Scar says, quiet into the fragile space between them, and slides his hands forward to cup Grian's jaw. Gentle and slow, coaxing him closer, tilting his head up and at an angle as Scar leans down--

Scar's lips press against his own, somewhat chapped, warm all over, and Grian's breath shudders to a jagged halt in his chest.

It's a firm, confident slide of lips over his; Scar angles his head, nudging Grian with one hand, and blindly Grian follows. Parts his lips in a soundless, shaky exhale, drinking in the warmth surrounding him as his eyes flutter shut. His wings fall limp at his back, dragging on the floorboards-- he's not sure what to do with them, or his arms for that matter. Hesitant, he wraps his hands around Scar's biceps, holding on for dear life as Scar pulls him even closer, tilting his head further and deepening the kiss. Teeth flash over Grian's bottom lip-- the barest of pinpricks in between the molasses rising up to muddy his thoughts.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, even as Scar runs one hand through his hair, weaving his fingers through the strands. For this small eternity, rationality doesn't exist; what he's left with is the tingle of his lips, the calculated capture of his cupid's bow, the mindful scrape of Scar's blunt nails against the side of his neck. Grian shudders, flutters his hand to rest on Scar's cheek, and lets himself drift.

#scarian #hermitshipping #im honestly not sure if i should tag desertduo or not im not sure of the etiquette #but yes hello new friends have smooches courtesy of me #not gonna main tag bc Worrie but yeah #kissing #fanfiction #my fics #-foams at mouth- me when. m. me when scarian #i kinda wanted to wait until sparxwrites got the chance to react to this first before posting it #but i think tumblr mightve eaten my anon so. we're going all in chips on the table #sidenote it has taken me since 2011 when i first stepped foot on this godforsaken site #to realize that i can use fancy page breaks #and not just a simple dash #i am a clown #</3 #shouting speaks #txt

[borealtwilight]

okay, so.

if i knew any better ways of wording this, that's how i'd write it, but it is what it is.

hi. i'm one of those people who uses tumblr as an escape. i get it— i know some of y'all gotta spread the word about the shit goin on in the world, and i can respect that.

but for some, like myself, it gets to be too much. i've had... stuff going on at home where political / world events stuff was metaphorically rammed down my throat at every instance, and it makes it more difficult for me to handle seeing that sort of content than it ever has. i know this stuff is important. i know you want the word to be spread. i know you're frustrated and tired and angry.

i get it. believe me, i do.

but some people, like myself, simply do not have the energy for these things. yes, you've probably seen me reblogging posts about the SAG-AFTRA strike stuff. things like that which, while smaller, are also very important. those were things i found i had energy for.

things that are Big world events, that involve things like politics and war, however? i can't handle it.

so.... what i'm kindly asking is, if you want to reblog those posts, that's fine. but please, do me a small favour and tag those posts. add something like natty don't look or world events or something along those lines.

thankyou.

#natty rambles #genuinely there's almost not a time in my week where i'm not some flavour of exhausted #beep beep :: PSA #i am asking for one simple courtesy #that's all

[byanyan]

me, every time: wait does this word with o have a different meaning with ou

google, every time: no idiot ur just canadian

#i'll forever aggressively use 'u' everywhere americans don't #idk why. i took this weird oath to myself when i was younger and in school #CANADA IS SO WEIRD bc it's so heavily british AND american influenced ajkfhskgsdkjh #but i've always liked the look of 'ou' over a simple 'o' idk #maybe i'm just the weird one. ...yeah i'm probably just the weird one #anyway this one is courtesy of me googling 'mold' and 'mould' and finding that yes actually both are correct for all meanings #the only difference is american vs british smfh #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me.

[tomboyyyaoi]

"werent they your buddies" "no way" VASH????? FUCK YOU???????

#i fink he is maybe just being mean and cold to make himself feel better abt leaving them #or maybe (and this would hurt me) he believes meryl n robertos intentions to be selfish and bothersome n treating them kindly was just #simple courtesy ? idk that would hurt me a bit too much i fink. my heart would die #WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT #i know he was kinda cold to the insurance girls in the beginning of the manga too. but they develop a serious heartfelt bond #it just. stings a little to go back to him being sick of the reporters n wanting to be left alone in the beginning of a new story #heart brocken seeing early series mean vash again </3 #trigun #trigun stampede

[dirtytransmasc]

hey, challenge for Team Black, stop posting intentionally antagonizing posts airing your hatred of team green supporters, that have 0 substance and are only meant to be antagonistic on team green tags, level impossible.

#if they had a take #even a shitty one #thats one thing #but just the “me when I see a team green supporter” eoth some sort of GIF or image (more often than not of Rhaenyra and Daemon) #just grinds my gears #like live your life stop bothering us! #I actively avoid TB spaces (when its not a burden to myself) to be polite #why is such a simple courtesy so hard to understand #anti team black #anti team black fans #rude for the sake of it making this fandom even harder to be in #pro team green #hotd #house of the dragon

[beauleifu]

Hi, just going to come clean with you. I read your story and it really triggered me for some reason? You keep hinting at a reader 'backstory' and that trend is getting so old. Giving the reader a backstory literally takes away the whole essence of it being an X READER. I was not/never will be a nurse and I don't see why people like to put readers in someone else's shoes like god damn, just make it a Syntax x OC fanfic, its not that hard, we won't be upset or mad at you for making something self indulgent.

Literally. You wrote in the tags??? That it was self indulgent?? That self indulgent shit go woo?? Honey. Just come clean with US. It's really pissing me off.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

uwu

no <3

#sorry buddy. last time i made an OC was in 2010 so #there's no way i can know the actual reader's backstories and find a way to incorporate that into the story #but i dont want Y/N to be a blank slate #common courtesy #i had to give readers something to work with #i'd explain myself further but i think the readers understand completely. #also if you dont like. dont read. simple as that <3 #also first hate comment in awhile DAMN I LOVE YOU ANON #ask #beau answers #you must be a novice reader because there are millions of fics just like mine that you have yet to complain about #but like. please dont because they dont deserve your harassment #we are making shit on our own for FREE with our own damn imagination #writing fanfiction is literally one of they VERY FEW things i'm actually proud of myself about #so watch me skip off into the sunset with my fic and leave you behind #or i'll drag you with me and you'll see how it ends LIKE A SOLDIER SO BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LEAVING JUST OUT OF SPITE

[thebibutterflyao3]

I have no problem with my posts being shared on TikTok or other places, but please don’t crop off my username and take credit for them.

#simple courtesy #the marauders #love to see my scripts acted out! #feel free to tag me!

[alternate-cesar]

i just played the game 'leave house' by AYolland and it really captures how i felt in my memories. rambling about it below (spoilers under the cut, its like a 5-10 minute play and its free, definitely recommend playing it yourself. warning for themes of unreality and depersonalization under the cut and in the game itself, though)

i am in a house. i want to leave the house, but i can't yet. i go room to room. the house is not large, yet it is infinite. there are some rooms i cannot enter, they scare me. i can go in the bathroom, it gives me a bad feeling. i leave. i am uneasy.

something happens, something changes, but i do not realize it yet. i get stuck. i try to escape, but i cannot. monotony. i try everything, i try to remember patterns. none of it works. i end up in the same place. the music is overwhelming. i am desperate. i stop looking for patterns, i just walk endlessly.

i am in a new room. i am confused, it happened so suddenly. i stop for a moment. i do not want to go in the bathroom. i go in anyways. there is a person, they fill me with dread. it speaks to me. everything collapses in on itself. the world ends. i can see, but i cannot see at the same time. there are walls were there should be none, and nothingness where there should be walls. the house is infinite, more than before.

i am nothing but a jumble of noise and colors and the need to get out, to find something i cannot name. i should not exist, but i do. i drag my body through nonexistent hallways, crawling on walls and gliding across the floor. my body is heavy, yet lighter than air. i worm through tunnels and empty space.

finally, i am out of the bathroom. i have escaped hell. i go down the stairs immediately. i do not care about anything else except the feeling of relief. of freedom. nothing else matters. i am so happy. i fall into the living room. i get stuck again. i fall into despair. everything is a blur. i run out the front door. euphoria. i sprint down the driveway as fast as my distorted limbs can allow, not once looking back. i am free.

i am in a house.

...

additional notes:

-i cannot for the LIFE of me explain what i experience in a way that makes sense, but i CAN find other things that capture the feeling and explain why i relate to those things. this game was so, so close in terms of the vibe and theme. the only differences were that the torres house was one story, and it had more open space. i also didn't encounter cesar in the bathroom, i usually saw him in hallways or from doorways because i never entered the same room as him. same for ms. torres.

-that house scared me. i never felt safe in it, even as an alternate. always looking over my shoulder. never staying in one place. even with the giddiness i knew something was wrong, and i wanted to get out of that house as soon as i could. which required killing cesar. i'm not actually sure whether or not i killed either of them, i don't remember it. but i was so desperate and hellbent to kill him that i probably did.

anyways. 10/10 game. it freaked me out because it hit very close to home, and usually i am not affected by creepy shit at all. odd mixture of comfortingly familiar and anxiety-inducing.

#fictionkin #alternatecesarkin #mandelacataloguekin #hopefully it's okay to maintag this.. i'm not 100% sure what the courtesy rules for tagging kin stuff are #didn;t expect to become a game reviewer but MAN this helped me put things into words #also i just love unsettling pixel games that are simple but use that simplicity to their advantage #.

[dutybcrne]

Can’t even Fontaine yet bc wifi is bein a lil shit but like

Yeah. New ship? New ship

#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. ); #//And no one was surprised #//I like my Lumi ships v nice and simple #//Either Those Who Commit Atrocities or Tall Dark And Handsome #//And then there’s my One ship that is perfectly both #//Courtesy of #strdstd

[jackietracks]

AND WE ARE ALL IN BABEY!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!

#that was a fucking ORDEAL #glad thats over now #nothing else to really worry about #free accommodation courtesy of the love of my life #train tickets are so simple i could book them on the fucking day if i really wanted #i fucking did it #im gonna scream

[erismourn]

Bungie needs to stop letting their male villains have dialogue because every word they speak multiplies their chances of getting woobified by people with no media literacy by tenfold

#Mads.txt #If ur not willing to extend the same courtesies to Mara sov as you are to Clovis fucking bray you're an idiot plain and simple