#not TECHNICALLY but just to be safe

[robindaydream]

Saw pictures of velvet worms on my dash again and now I'm thinking about how nice it would be if they were big and liked to be pet. And maybe they'd crawl on your lap and knead on you with their nubby little feet before curling up into a cute little spiral. They're purring also.

#bugs cw -- #not TECHNICALLY but just to be safe #yes I KNOW their feet have little claws but so do cats and we still let them do that #apparently they're also social?? I didn't fucking know that that's wild

[ssaseaprince]

Just because the hands inflicting the pain weren't stained red with anger doesn't mean it didn't sting

#sorry not fandom content but #this is a reference to medical trauma #to anyone struggling and feeling like their trauma isnt valid just because it looked different #you are valid and loved and i SEE you #trauma #medical trauma #tw csa #not technically but just to be safe #sad poetry #trauma poetry #trauma quotes

[indoorscreamingvoice]

transmasc chests for a queer art show!! the higher saturation yellow makes them look golden hehehe <3

#art #drawing #digital art #queer artist #trans artwork #trans body positivity #artistic nudity #technically?? just wanna be safe w that one #transmasc #trans people <3<3

[glue-thief]

it's always "i love you" but never "our fate will not end in a place like this. because you and i are destined to-" *gets shot*

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #skk #bsd spoilers #soukoku #tw gun violence #technically? just to be on the safe side

[chronicowboy]

His breakup with Marisol is about as unremarkable as the rest of their relationship. There's no catastrophic muffin mess in his kitchen or divorce papers. Just a quiet I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry. Marisol hadn't even cried. She'd just nodded like she'd been waiting for it and left, didn't even need to grab anything from the house before she went and really that just reassured Eddie that this was the right choice.

So, his breakup with Marisol is unremarkable, except that it's not. It's pretty fucking remarkable when he thinks about it because it's not just that they weren't working out, not just that he really didn't care about spending time with her, not just the clench in his gut every time she touched him. No. It's pretty fucking remarkable because he realises he's in love with his best friend.

That's what pushes him over the edge, gives him the last kick he needs to actually break things off with her. Because Eddie may have sworn himself to secrecy about it the moment he realised, but he could never string someone along just because he couldn't have the real someone he wanted.

It's a fucking revelation once he has it. Not a ton of bricks, but the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on the greyest of days, bright and blinding. And the way Eddie has always thought of Buck in terms of sunshine maybe should have tipped him off sooner, but with the way Buck has been beaming over the past few weeks. Well. Eddie doesn't really think he can be blamed for only just taking his sunglasses off and daring to look directly at the light.

And, okay, so Eddie maybe makes it a full week before he decides his self-sworn secrecy absolutely is not a viable option when Buck walks through life now like a drop of sunshine in human form. It's after Buck leaves the Diaz house, walking out from a day of giggles and joy at the go-kart track they'd finally managed to convince Chris to be seen with them at, leaving behind a cosy heat like sun-warmed skin, that Eddie realises he cannot go another day without telling Buck that he's desperately, deeply in love with him.

And so, that's how Eddie finds himself at Buck's door on a random Sunday morning, knocking for the first time since Natalia waltzed out of the picture. Buck opens it a few moments later looking perfectly sleep-rumpled and soft and downright golden where he's backlit by the early morning sunlight pooling in the loft.

"Eddie," Buck breathes out, eyes darting up the stairs before refocusing on Eddie and what must be the most hopelessly lovesick expression painted across his face. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

"I, um." Eddie takes a deep breath, suddenly nervous, and wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Now a good time?" And Buck must hear the slightly shaky steel in his voice because the surprise on his face morphs into a concern so quintessentially Buck that Eddie just wants to kiss it away.

"Y-yeah, of course, come on in." Buck holds the door open for him, and Eddie migrates to the fridge as Buck closes the door with the gentlest touch. "So, um, what's up?"

"I..." Eddie swallows against the heart in his throat, loses himself in the shining blue of Buck's eyes like an ocean he'd be more than happy to drown in. "I broke up with Marisol last week."

"Oh, Eddie." Buck slumps, and Eddie tries not to think that it looks a little like relief. "I'm so sorry, man. That sucks."

"No, no." Eddie waves him off with a laugh. "It's good. Was a long time coming actually." He shakes his head at himself. "I think I was dating her just to tick a box, you know? Realised you probably shouldn't be more excited about a phone call from your new buddy than one from your kinda long-term girlfriend. You definitely shouldn't be relieved when you see your best friend in the restaurant you're taking her to and disappointed when you realise he's just leaving."

And then, Buck blushes, ducks his head, does that little smile that could light up every house on South Bedford Street just like Eddie had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Buck looks up at him from under his lashes. "Probably not."

It bolsters Eddie. Buck's sunshine giving him that one last push he needs.

"There was something else I wanted to say," Eddie starts. And there isn't really any fear in him, knows they'll make it through this no matter what, just an overwhelming sense of peace to come. "I..." A deep breath, gathering all his love and devotion in his lungs so it's ready to pour out on his next inhale and—

A groan from upstairs has the words dying in his throat. A masculine groan. And then:

"Evan?"

"D-down here," Buck calls back.

Eddie can't take his eyes off the loft, stuck there like a car crash he can't look away from as a very shirtless Tommy Kinard appears at the top of the stairs and quickly blanches.

"Shit. Um..." He looks down at Buck in a panic.

Eddie finally manages to drag his eyes away from the very chiselled curveball that just hit him at a hundred miles per hour and finds Buck's face. Small, scared, shaken. He knows the feeling. And because he loves Buck, because of just how deeply he loves Buck, it's the easiest thing in the world to lock that love away and let his face crack into the most genuine of grins. Because if Tommy's been the thing making Buck shine like every fucking star in the sky, well Eddie will absolutely not be getting between them.

"You've been so happy," Eddie chokes out, still smiling.

"I have," Buck whispers.

"And I'm so happy for you." Eddie covers the distance between them in three long strides and pulls Buck into a hug so tight and clinging he's sure it's a confession in and of itself, but Buck only buries in deeper, taking shaky little breaths in the crook of Eddie's neck.

"Thank you," Buck murmurs into his skin. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden rush of tears.

"Sorry you didn't get to tell me on your own terms," he murmurs back, letting Buck pull away, but lingering with a hand on his hip, on his shoulder. He should maybe be worried about what this could look like to Tommy who had basically never heard anything apart from rambles about Buck, except when he glances up the stairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

"I was going to tell you," Buck rushes out. "I-I just wasn't sure how."

"That's okay," Eddie says. It's okay. It's okay. "Well, I'll stop gate-crashing for the... Second time?" He raises an eyebrow, and Buck flushes a pink Eddie will never ever get to taste. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense." He remembers the pure fear on Buck's face, the indecision on Tommy's and the sudden tightening of his own chest despite his smile. "I'll leave you guys to it." He clears his throat. "Kinard, if you hurt him, they'll never find your body," he shouts up the stairs.

"Copy that, Diaz," Tommy shouts back.

"I'm really proud of you, Buck." Eddie wraps him in another hug then, a quick thing, just one last touch before Eddie seals every desire away for good.

"Thanks, Eddie." Buck walks him to the door, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie wants to hug him again. Wants so badly it hurts. But if he hugs Buck again, he doesn't think he'll ever let go. "See you at work tomorrow."

"See you at work." Eddie prays Buck is too distracted to hear the wobble in his voice.

"Wait, sorry, what did you want to talk about?"

Eddie freezes on the threshold, the stutter of his heart painful like he's back in a suit store, and he catches himself on the doorframe with a shaking hand.

"It can wait."

#sami rambles #sami? writing? who is she? #anyway i wrote this in the 15 minutes i had before i had to leave this morning so it's bad #but i couldn't get the idea out of my head so. #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #911 spec #tommy kinard #911 fic #911 ficlet #buck x tommy #bucktommy #buddie ficlet #911 spec fic #<- not really but technically i guess. idk just to be safe and sure.

[rileyclaw]

oh that belos guy better RUUuUuN . happy halloween!

#ive been thinking about glowy eyed willow all week sorry #i just think she deserves it again #slash affectionate #willow park #the owl house #tw eye strain #technically . its just a bold bg but better safe than sorry1! #toh #toh season 3 #fanart #my art #oh! im gonna take a quick doodle break from my homework! #(spends almost 2 hours on this) #i have regrets.

[hinamie]

filing this panel under 'pictures of yuuji that break my heart'

#my art #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yuji itadori #yuuji #jjk manga spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #jjk 259 #fanart #jjk fanart #don't think you're safe from angst just bc i don't technically read the manga #hes so SAD i just want to give him a blanket :((( #also in light of recent events i am casting protective wards around megumi i swear to god....... #ok i dropped everything fr this redraw time to Actually take care of obligations jdfjgjj

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Tricking them there ghosts!!

#ghost trick #ghost trick sissel #sissel #ghost trick missile #technically? #ghsot trick spoilers #maybe? #like. mid game spoilers but just tagging that to be safe #play ghsot trick #ghost trick fanart #art #fanart #have a good day <3 #edit: #ghost trick spoilers #I hate spelling #thanks person who told me spelt that tag wrong

[yoon-dowoon]

Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all. happy birthday to our forever winter bear, kim taehyung 🐻❄️ (1995.12.30)

#taehyungedit #kim taehyung #btsedit #dailybts #btsgif #annietrack #userbangtan #taehyung #bangtan #my gifs #tae day 2023 #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY WINTER BEAR!! #I know it's technically not the 30th anymore in korea BUT IT IS HERE #and I just finished this #ily so much tae I hope you're as warm and safe as you can be

[achillean-knight]

Part 2

#Ya'll seein' what I'm seein'? #TECHNICALLY spoilers for Help Wanted 2?? #I think? #IDK?????? #help wanted 2 spoilers #help wanted 2 #idk I should be safe but I should also explain #I fucking love the theory that the mask bot is Cassies dad that makes my brain go brr IT'S SO TRAGIC ITS SOIUJYHDSGFHDTJDS #I also love the HC that Mike lives at the pizzaplex in that one random as fuck room #and so this was born heehee #ALSO implications that Cassies dad is the Bonnie Bro from FNAF 4 lives in my head rent free #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #I just had to doodle this and get it out of my brain #very tempted to do a part two OUH #doodle #sketch #comic? #my art #michael afton #bonnie bro #mask bot #my fnaf au art

[copypastus]

"You never told me where you got it - where you got all my favourite dresses." Rhys arched a dark brow. "You never figured it out?" I shook my head. For a moment, he said nothing, his head dipping to study the dress. "My mother made them." (...) I gazed a reverant hand down my sleeve. "I- I had no idea." His eyes were star bright. "Long ago when I was still a boy, she made them - all your gowns. A trousseau for my future bride." His throat bobbed. "Every piece... Every piece I have ever given you to wear, she made them. For you"

Sometimes you just read something and can't help but think about the implications.

"aww how sweet his mom made all her favourite gowns how wholesome" nonono EVERY. PIECE. Ma'am please he's still a baby boy you're making a lot of assumptions about his future preferences.

#my art #acotar #acotar fanart #rhysand #rhysands's mom #acofas #acofas is enemy mine #anti rhysand #technically #anti sjm #tagging just to be safe #didn't know 'where does feyre get her dresses' was a mystery that needed solving #i just assumed the high lord has a seamstess in his employ #or idk he gets them at fairy h&m which is smth modern ass velaris probably has #rhys tell your partner something's a test/gift from your mom before you spring it on them challenge: impossible #now i just wanna draw my tamsand dreams with tamlin rocking all the feyre dresses and killing it

[mabsart]

[FFVII: Aerti]

“Don’t tease him like that, man!”

#final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth spoilers #ffvii rebirth spoilers #ffvii rebirth #hopefully that covers all the tags #not technically a spoiler but just to be safe #anyway that part when the party is leaving Kalm? #Barret is so done with these young kids #aerti #barret wallace #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart

[violetbudd]

#skulls #skull prop #halloween prop #flesh #transparent #png #web graphics #my transparent edit #free to use #tw blood #tw gore #< not technically gore but just to be safe

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #bruce wayne #danny fenton #dreams #angst #tw blood #it's technically ectoplasm but better safe than sorry #man it's been a while since i've done a prompt #it's a long one #idk where the inspiration for this even came from #thought it would be neat if danny keeps showing up in bruce's dreams asking for help #it turned into this #also danny got captured by the giw #idk why bruce is getting these dreams #he just is #so the big empty room is supposed to represent danny's thoughts and feelings of hopelessness and empitness #i think #it's supposed to be symbolic #idk if anyone got that but oh well #also that was danny's bedroom and the fenton's lab #which is more obvious than the big empty room lol #why is writing in present tense so hard tho #i guess i'm just used to writing in past tense #oh well #enjoy

[skyllion-uwu]

My dealer: Got this new strain called "In Stars and Time", it'll have you zoinked out of your gourd 😜🔥

Me: Yeah whatever I don't feel shit

Me five minutes later: Something's wrong every time I try to say the name of the island north of Vaugarde I get a terrible headache

My buddy Odile pacing: Siffrin is hiding something from us

#sky screams into the void #i cant remember if ive already seen a isat variation of this before sorry if i accidentally plagiarized from someone #isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #? just to be safe #can NOT decide if its better to have odile say siffrin is lying or hiding something #because the original text is lying but hiding something technically fits better? idk

[rebouks]

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Byrd: Teach us! Juniper: Okay! First, you’ve gotta put your hands above your head. Wren: Nuh. Juniper: This part’s easy. Byrd: Like this?! Juniper: Just like that-.. keep them there and bring your foot up against your leg, like this! [Byrd giggled, wobbling precariously as he mimicked his cousin] Juniper: It takes a lot of practice-.. c’mon, Wren! [Wren scowled, making a break for it; the only thing worse than dancing was being told what to do] … Having given up trying to reply to Alex’s latest letter, Robin stared listlessly at the star shaped stickers on his ceiling. He’d poured his heart out about how nothing ever went right, how he never fit in anywhere, how he was having a tough time at school-.. that he got in a fight, that he kept imagining what it’d be like if his parents died, particularly his father; he’d briefly considered asking what’d happened to her mother too but he’d thought better of the whole thing and viciously crumpled his pathetic attempt into a ball instead. Maybe he ought to burn it in the sink so no one else would read it by accident. He felt bad that he hadn’t replied yet but he’d been in such a foul mood recently that he couldn’t think of anything remotely interesting or fun to talk about, and the last thing he wanted to do was bum her out. He rolled onto his side as Wren stomped toward his door; it rattled familiarly as her little fingernails fiddled with the lock. Robin knew it was her because he could sense her current disdain, and she was the only one of his siblings who’d learnt how to do it-.. plus, if it were either of his parents, they would’ve knocked.

Wren: Juni’s tryna make me dance! Robin: She’s not gonna make you do anything. [Wren grabbed Robin and shook him with urgency, yanking at his hair with desperation] Wren: I’m gonna hide in here, okay?! [Robin sighed; reasoning with a six-year-old, especially Wren, was rather pointless] Robin: Sure. Wren: Wait-.. where’re you going?! Robin: Does it matter? You’re safe in here. Wren: Robinnnnn. Robin: Get off me! Wren: I wanna play! Robin: So, play-.. just don’t delete all my saves again. Wren: You do it! I wanna watch. Robin: I don’t really wan-… Wren: Pleeeeeeease? … Robin: I can’t play if you’re gonna squish me-.. get off. Wren: Uuuugh.. I can’t, I’m stuck. Robin: Move! Wren: [gasps] What is that-.. kill it! Robin: I don’t have anything to ki-… Wren: KILL IT!

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #robin finch #wren finch #byrd finch #juniper finch #skdjsk wren.. KILL IT #no questions asked #😂 #reminds me of making my dad play tomb raider for me whilst i watched cos i was too scared to play it myself lmao #poor robin just wanted to wallow in peace tho #😭 #damn that “safe” lock that oskie insisted on pfffft #always wondered what the point in those thumb turn ones was cos u can technically unlock em from outside if u can fit smth in the crack #but ig it makes sense on inside doors just in case smth happens 🤷‍♀️ #neway..