#what do i even reblog anymore

[greens-spilled-tea]

Honestly I genuinely hate just how much syscourse is tied into the DID/CDD communities. I see so many blogs and twitters run by people with a CDD who just want to talk about their disorders or even just exist as someone with a CDD, and yet they still get questions like "are you pro-endo/anti-endo?". Let people just live. Not everything is about syscourse.

#by green #syscourse #sysconversation #do we even use that tag as a community anymore? #it's been so long since I used this blog #anyways this feels like asking any lesbian bloggers if they're a terf #or asking jewish people what they think of the current conflict between israel and palestine #and it's so fucking annoying how people more or less have to put their syscourse stance or clarify they don't fucking care about syscourse #or else they get harassed #turning off reblogs because yall really keep taking this in the worst faith way possible

[actual-changeling]

I know that Ellie eventually going to school is a pretty much universally accepted part of the world building, but I am itching to explore her trying to do so and simply being unable to do it.

The child abuse she went through at the hands of FEDRA was probably prolific and cruel, and her life was basically nothing but different kinds of "education" strung together, whether that's whatever they cobbled together for general education or the military training. Joel might know it was bad (cause it's fucking FEDRA), but the extend of her trauma is hard to gauge when you are not in a situation that triggers it.

Her academic trauma does not disappear outside of school, but unless Ellie is in a similar situation it simply won't be immediately obvious (speaking from experience). On top of that, David being a teacher does not help whatsoever.

-

Joel and Ellie agree on a first day of school, but they want to check out the building beforehand, just so they're both a bit more at peace. Ellie is somewhat excited but also scared, and the closer they get to the building, the quieter she becomes, just hanging onto Joel's hand and squeezing it until her knuckles turn white. He pulls her close, notices she is nervous, but he doesn't press and gets them inside. One of the handful of teachers, a woman about Joel's age (they're aware enough to not have it be a man, Silver Lake is a known topic), meets them at the door and shows them around.

Small classrooms with surprisingly comfortable looking wooden chairs (Ellie sees the pillows on them and her mind short-circuits), some old sofas and couches, armchairs, spacious desks and all kinds of posters and materials. There's an art room and it is the only time Ellie's grip on Joel loosens a tiny bit, the array of brushes, paints, and instruments fascinates her, but that moment passes as quickly as it came.

With every step they take, the teacher's voice blurs with Joel's and turns into white noise, her vision grows fuzzy and grey, and she has to keep blinking with fluttering lashes to not sway on her feet when the dissociation gets worse. Absently, her mind keeps cataloguing the floor plan, windows, doors, all exists she can make our and imagine, but by the end of the tour, she cannot remember anything past leaving their house this morning. Something tugs on her hand, and she blinks up at Joel, his gaze loaded with a question she didn't hear, and maybe ten weeks ago she would have pretended she had; she doesn't know.

Ellie doesn't even know why she is reacting like this, there are no specific memories popping up, nothing to fight back, just her mind and body slipping into a protective armor of static like they're pulling her into the fizzling TV in their living room.

"Ellie?"

The teacher's voice snaps her back to a pounding heart and a breath stuck in her lungs, and when she looks down at their clasped hands her nails have left marks in Joel's skin. She lets go at once, holding onto her wrists with her arms behind her back, and she still didn't hear the question. Every cell in her body is telling her to leave, pulling her toward the nearest exit, but she doesn't. There are memories flickering across her vision now, a decade of unjust, painful punishments and her body being pushed to its breaking point, and she decides the answer to that question is more important than whatever they had asked her.

"What do you do? For, like, punishment?"

Her voice is steadier than she is on her feet, so she rocks gently back and force to stop herself from swaying. Joel's gaze burns hot on her cheeks, but she keeps her eyes on the teacher, whose eyebrows are raised so high they disappear beneath her fringe.

"Punishment? We don't- there's not reason to punish forgotten homework or the like here, Ellie, it's supposed to be both fun and educational."

Something about the tone in her voice unsettles her, but the answer isn't satisfying, and she needs to know, needs to know the rules so she can follow them, because the art room looks like it might actually be fun to be in and she is so tired of dark lonely spaces and marks on her back; imagining the disappointed look on Joel's face when her teachers tell him about it is the worst of it all, though.

"What are the rules? When are the drills and what's the consequences for breaking the rules? Is there-" is there a hole, she wants to ask, but her breathing is fast and shallow, periphery dotted with dancing black spots, and she doesn't want to give them any ideas they didn't already have. Joel's hand lands on her back, right between her shoulder blades, and the warm weight his comforting without being oppressive, her breaths slowing just a smidge.

The woman with a name Ellie forgot is taller than Joel with the shoes she is wearing, and she she squats down, the look on her foreign face looks like a a finished puzzle, the final piece having snapped into place. Her features are rounded, soft, a stark contrast to the borderline malnourished and hardened look of pretty much every person around the QZ including her teachers, a few light-brown and grey strands escaping from her ponytail, and Ellie can't help but think that she looks - nice, non-threatening. School isn't supposed to be non-threatening, but this whole building is dripping with it, and it scares her to death; getting this ripped away from her as punishment will hurt even more than escaping packed, concrete classrooms.

"You grew up in a FEDRA school, right?" she asks, voice almost tender, and Ellie can only stare and nod while Joel rubs circles into her back.

"I heard stories about what it was like before I came here, horrible experiences no one should have to go through, especially not a child."

She sounds so much like Joel the comfort laced into her words manages to penetrate the static and soothe some of the panic, her eyes a bright hazel shade, not blue, and she keeps her distance even though she could easily get into Ellie's personal space

"Even before the outbreak, school wasn't like that, and it is definitely not like that here. There is no punishments, Ellie, no real rules or structure outside of general lesson plans, no consequences for not turning in work or being late. This is meant to provide some stability and education, give you a places to hang out with people your age, have some more people to connect with. If you don't want to be here, no one will force you."

Ellie doesn't cry. She doesn't. A deep breath and some determined blinking pull back the tears from her waterline and her chest aches with a vengeance when she thinks about how different it would have been here for her and Riley, how much better. Riley would still be alive. For a few minutes, they're all silent, allowing her to gather the scattered pieces of herself and glue them back together, and when she does, a tiny bit of the fear in her bones has made space for tentative excitement.

"I like the art room," she says quietly, feeling younger than she ever has, and a wave of something washes over all of them. "Do I- can I-"

"You can use it whenever you like, even outside of school hours, as long as you don't leave too much of a mess and use it responsibly."

Liliya, her brain finally provides, straightens her back again, and the lack of a last name during her introduction is probably part of what through her off. Ellie looks up at Joel, a muscle in his jaw ticking with suppressed anger, not at her, at FEDRA, she knows him well enough to realize that, and decides her question about The Hole is both best saved for another time and hopefully not relevant at all.

"Okay," Ellie responds, pressing herself back against Joel and melting when his arm protectively wraps around her shoulders, "I'll give it a try."

Over the relief rushing through her hairs, she barely hears the details the adults next to her discuss, happy to bury her face in Joel's shirt without shame, and she manages to shake off the last wisps of static clinging to her. Maybe this will work out for her, maybe it won't, maybe all she will use are the art supplies, but when they are lead back to the entrance, more than ready to go home, Liliya gives her a smile, eyes crinkling. For the first time in her life, Ellie smiles back at a teacher simply because she wants to, and the hopeful excitement sprouting in her chest is enough to tell her that she will be right on time for her first class on Monday.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller #ficlet #fedra school #some riley pain for Z <33 #joel is a good fucking dad and that teachers is a good person #and ellie has mommy issues and can and will get attached but more about that later #ellie has academic trauma in so many ways this is literally not even scratching the surface but it scratched my itch for now #wanna guess how long my little reblog is or what was meant to be little anyway #wanna take a big fucking guess? #if you guessed 1.3k aka a WHOLE ASS FIC you are correct #i cant- i cant even anymore #anyway #back to doing literally anything else

[gamebunny-advance]

Today's Pikmin comic...

is so f*cked.

(link)

#pikmin #pikmin comic #mamuta #christ i just wasn't ready for that #but you know what. the 19th's comic was even more f*cked. #it was so disturbing to me that i didn't even want to post about it #it just touched on a very primal fear of mine #in other news i finally got enough requests to start the fanart thing #it's just gonna take me a little longer to get around to it than i'd planned #just a lot going on right now that i wasn't expecting #that said. i won't be reblogging reminders anymore #but if you've somehow read this far and haven't submitted a request yet #still feel free to do so~

[maddy-ferguson]

women will literally accuse women and esp lesbian circles of "not unpacking ""man-hating""" alleged ""misandry" sweetie xo" getting offended ppl aren't appropriately uplifting how "men are amazing and awesome and attractive and i won't be shamed for thinking so" as if appreciating men is a real counter opinion than blame whatever gave women of every sexuality instance to be jaded weary cautious and tired and who'll complain every now and then and continue on with her life until she dies putting up with patriarchy. just welcome to the "woke" internet where misogyny's over and "man-hate" "shamed for not hating men" is worth springing to defences for

yeah i've only seen people talk like men's rights activists and think they're being unbelievably progressive on tumblr it's kind of fascinating. like i can see how seeing people hate on men could mess with people and stuff but you can't demand men appreciation posts that's literally the whole world outside of idk your tumblr dash (or even on your tumblr dash because fandom misogyny from people who think they're not misogynistic at all is really something). men get praised for "babysitting" their own kids like be serious? it's very let men be masculine

i don't think being like men are soooo gross and we hate them is actually constructive and it can definitely veer into transphobia (you'll always be a man/"a male" and thus a danger to women/why would you ever want to become a man they're the enemy and the bane of society etc) and homophobia relatively quickly?

but the way people ON TUMBLR ""combat that"" is often so off to me like if the most basic feminist principles offend you then i'm not really sure where to go from here. i remember seeing a post that was like "men aren't your enemy. they're your friend/brother/father/colleague/neighbor" with a lot of notes and like i don't know how to tell you this but that's literally who's most likely to harm a woman, the men she knows?😭 and obviously not every system of oppression is exactly the same but would you say the same thing to someone criticizing white people like...just very weird

i think women who are attracted to men and dating them making jokes about how they only tolerate being attracted to men because they have no choice and especially the whole i'm bi so i love every woman and only find 1 in a 1000 men attractive (very often said while in a relationship with a man) thing is obnoxious and annoying for like everyone who has to hear it lmao but also when women who date men make jokes about it (not about them being ugly or unattractive or whatever but about them being bad partners in general) it's like. what else are they going to do like you said they're gonna endure patriarchy for the rest of their lives and as girlfriends/wives/mothers they go through the most it's very bleak? idk. it's not like you can date a better man yourself out of patriarchy

of course men aren't a all as bad as the worst guy you can imagine and they're not all out to get you or whatever but saying things like "men don't all benefit from the patriarchy rich men benefit from the patriarchy but jake, 23, is not oppressing you" is like. kind of insane. jake, 14, was oppressing me like have you never interacted with boys in school😭 and it's not like it was entirely their fault we all have to outgrow misogyny it's just you know society etc but some of them never outgrow it lmao and just...the takes you see on feminism on tumblr are astounding i hate it here

#and like i do think that young guys who feel bad about themselves only having people who make them feel worse and who actively make them #worse like incels and idk youtube algorithms to turn to is a problem but like. again it's the same thing as white people who feel bad about #being white to me in a way like are women and GIRLS supposed to coddle them and say it's gonna be okay you're great even when they're #like actually harming them by being misogynistic to them? that's already what they're taught to do always #the notes on that male loneliness epidemic post i reblogged a few weeks ago still haunt me like OH MY GOD #and if you think misogyny isn't as prevalent anymore you're very naive. and probably misogynistic yourself #i'm not even sure young men being more feminist is true (well it's probably true when you compare it to like the 50s) but even #when men ARE like yeah women shouldn't have to do everything i can help with chores (the use of the word help is already a red flag lmao) #when you look at what they actually do they still do way less like i don't have links because these are tags on a tumblr ask but i read #somewhere that men think chores are 50/50 when they're only doing like 30% of the work? like it just seems hopeless #sometimes i'm happy and then i think about the mental load #sorry for not uplifting men 24/7 you can just hang out on the steve harrington tag or something there's actually a lot of people doing that #when someone said um does the ronance fandom not seem terfy to you...because of a post that was like can the lesbian ship ronance #be about the lesbian ship ronance not about steve A MAN #like you can't make this up #i meant it when i said the average tumblr user would benefit from being exposed to more misogyny like i swear they forget it's even a thing #like obviously they wouldn't BENEFIT from it lmao but their posts wouldn't be as dumb and that would benefit me🙏 #ask

[questing-wulfstan]

@disc0bandit said 'what if Dream owned a comb ?', my brain replied 'you know what would make a great comb ? Hob Gadling's hands !!', inspiration struck and 1380 words ensued ...

Their noses met and slid along one another, the tips of them sinking in the flesh of the other’s cheekbone as their lips collided ; the mechanism of it precise as one engineered for centuries, in spite of the novelty of it between them. Sighs barely escaped the interstice of their mouths, drawn together like lodestones. Their eyes had fluttered shut, leaving it to touch and taste to lead them.

The rest of Dream’s shape remained unmoving, but he did not recoil as Hob tentatively set one hand on the collar of his cloak. Cautiously, considerately, his digits glided up, pluricentennial calluses ー from wielding the guard of a sword to the shaft of a fountain pen ー meeting the unblemished flesh of Dream’s nape. He held it for an instant before venturing higher, until the base of his skull, and the tip of his fingers met the end of hair as soft as a dormouse’s fur.

Dream tilted his face, allowing more than the sole tip of Hob’s tongue into his own mouth, and the mortal took it as an invitation to frankly bury his hand in the dark mane and mold the shape of his skull with it.

They explored each other’s mouths for a moment longer before Hob decided to further his ー so far successful ー tentative exploration of Dream’s figure. He enjoyed his hand where it was, but he enjoyed even more that the other wrapped around Dream’s middle and cradled him against his own flesh, so this one had to ruefully withdraw from his hair, and even more ruefully ー though inadvertently ー pulled Dream’s head back and away from the kiss.

Their eyes thrilled open. Hob curled his fingers and found himself inextricably tangled in the tight knots of Dream’s hair, a meddlesome roly poly caught in cobweb. Hob blinked, Dream mirrored him.

“... well, I would have expected the King of Dreams and Nightmares to have bed hair but you don’t actually sleep, do you ? How is it, your hair is as tangled as if you did ー and did not comb for several nights ? And how does it not look remotely the part ?”

Dream’s response was an enigmatic smile.

“Appearances are in the eye of the beholder, Hob Gadling, mine above any else.”

“Are you saying, that I am actively ignoring the state of bundle of knots of your hair for the sake of my sense of aesthetics , or that I chose for my hand to stay trapped in it ?”

Meanwhile, Hob was cautiously and unhurriedly withdrawing his fingers, detangling the knots in Dream’s hair as he went. The concerned party solely smirked.

“Perhaps you wished for the opportunity to comb my hair and created it for yourself, as I do not innately require it.”

Had he ? Or was it Dream who had created the opportunity ? It mattered little to Hob eventually.

“May I, then ?”

“You may.”

𝄽

They sat on the stairs that led to the throne of the Dreaming, Hob a couple steps above Dream, feet on both sides of him, knees framing him like the armrests of his seat of power. Lucienne had come, bringing with her a bound volume and a task that demanded being seen to by the Sovereign of the Dreaming, and her Lord was now absorbed in reading. Meanwhile, Robert Gadling was carding through the hair of his lover with his bare hands as sole comb, minutely and unabatingly unravelling the knots in it.

“... How ?” came the puzzled exclamation as he let the strand he had been laboring over flutter free of his grasp, now untangled and lithe, and it settled down Dream’s neck and down further in between his shoulder blades. “Are all the knots truly storage for the actual length of your hair when you wish to wear it short ? Is that all the hair you’re allotted for the entirety of your existence and it won’t grow back if you cut it ? Or …” An impish smile stretched his lips and he seized the strand of hair again, pulling it almost taut as he angled himself to whisper directly into the pinna of Dream’s ear. “Or is that really where your power lies ? Would a haircut depose the King of Dreams and Nightmares ?”

Dream emitted something between a huff and a scoff, head briefly tilting back as he found the suggestion both amusing and ridiculous.

“The story of Šīmšōn has already been told, Robert Gadling. It is not mine.”

“No ? Truly ?”

“No.”

Dream’s tone was conclusive, and fleetingly silenced Hob. He straightened up again, eyes riveted to the handful of raven's feather-spun filaments he cradled.

“Has your hair grown long in my hands because I envisioned you with your hair long ?” There was wonder, and reluctance all at once in Hob’s quiet enquiry, as two fingers tackled a new tuft of Dream’s hair.

They fell away as Dream turned to look at him, features a mirror of Hob’s unease. But that fell away also, his expression morphing into reassurance.

“It is my very essence not to possess an appearance of my own, but to reflect what dreamers need come face to face with. I am seldom perceived at all by your kind when walking the Waking. I have no will on the matter upon which you might be infringing, Robert Gadling.”

Hob plucked the instant to scrutinise it : Dream’s cast, and the echo of his words. It was a rare occasion, overlooking the King of Dreams and Nightmares from a raven’s eye as he was now. Dream towered above all and any as a rule, Hob included. That he willed. Hob supposed anybody looking upon Lord Morpheus, whosoever they might be, ought to envisage him with might over them. Perhaps the sole significance to Dream’s appearance was ascendancy.

“You did not choose the visage you were born with either, beloved.”

“Aye, but I am merely human, barely more than mortal. You are Endless.”

“Yet I have no more and no less authority over my own appearance as those under my dominion over theirs. I would have thought you rather fond of the notion …”

Hob laughed. Dream smiled, and took hold of the hand that had been in his hair to bring it up and press lips delicate as moth wings to it, sealing the end of the conversation. Hob dipped to plant a sonorous kiss on Dream’s cheek in retaliation. Then he resumed his task, diligently unravelling the raven-hued strands of hair.

Dream returned to the bound volume in his lap, but the fixity of his neck and the loud absence of pages being turned betrayed his distraction and the shutting of his sight in favor of savoring how tender Hob’s digits in his hair were.

A long time elapsed thus. At last, Hob gazed upon the whole of Dream’s hair rid of knots, supple and silken, and combed his digits through it with as much ease as he would through a lilting brook. As he beheld the completion of his work, he registered that Dream’s attire had morphed the austerity of his customary black robe into lush dreamt velvet, ornately embroidered of black silk. Thicker matt fabric overlay the outline of his cleavage and extended into épaulettes upon his shoulders, leaving vast expanses of Dream’s unblemished neck and chest and shoulder blades exposed.

Hob deliberately draped Dream’s hair over one shoulder and, deliberately still, dipped until his lips were mere inches from the ivory skin, letting his breath warm it before he eventually closed the distance and kissed the offered flesh. His pupil were just above the horizon of his shoulder, and embraced the delight that graced Dream’s traits at the gesture.

The Oneiromancer stood then, escaping Hob’s lips merely to turn back and extend an inviting hand. His new attire was ampler than Hob was used to see him wearing, concealing most of his shape even as it unveiled much of his shoulders and cleavage. A spur to embrace him and regain through touch what had been removed from his sight pricked Hob. His gaze enfolded Dream’s and fettered it as he took hold of the offered hand, was hauled to standing and led out the throne room to wheresoever his lover might wish his presence.

#the sandman #netflix the sandman #dreamling #hobmurphy #écrimûre #< this is my writing tag I've decided #hey you know what everyone says about reblogging art here ? #do apply it to fanfiction as well :) #please PLEASE let me hear all your thoughts either in the tags or the comments !! #I lost so much sleep chiselling this I'm not even sure of how I feel about it anymore but it's #complete #and squirming to be released into the world #I do sincerely hope you enjoy it !! #I may or may not post this to AO3 later #... that would be my longer work published to date lol #I am writing other stuff !! #longer stuff that shall one day be fit to be posted as well !! #so stay tuned for more écrimûre !! #< it's fine if I'm the only one to get the pun in this tag #EDITING THIS BECAUSE I FREAKING FORGOT TO BOLD DREAM'S LINES NOOOOO #an idiot I am

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'll make you get shadowbanned within a day of creating your blog because you're dumb enough to tag your post with "cum"

#BRO GOT SHADOWBANNED #(i know because he's not showing up in my notes anymore) #(even reblogs i know exist have been wiped from my interactions tab) #(so i have to actually click on his blog to see what nonsense he's adding to my posts) #HELP I AM GOING TO DIE THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY #MAN SPEEDRAN THAT SHIT #honestly im amazed IM not shadowbanned but yknow #read the tags #i did not restrict him so this is not my doing #UPDATE APPARENTLY HE USED EVEN MORE BANNED TUMBLR TAGS THAN JUST THAT #i am too scared to replicate them here because *I* do not want to get shadowbanned but trust me #threats vs insults

[layalu]

how come tumblr sometimes shows the blog you reblogged from and sometimes it doesn't??? edit: nvm, i forgot i'm using an extension LMAO

#first i assumed that it doesnt show when you reblog from op (which is annoying but still manageable) #but i just noticed it sometimes doesnt show either if you reblog from sb who is not the op?? #lay rambles #sorry tumblr unfucker and xkit for taking you for granted </3 #doing gods work fr #i dont even know anymore what the Real horrors of vanilla tumblr are

[normystical]

the unbearable agony of wanting to view fandom content or interact with fellow fans but your fandom has like five people and maybe three fanart drawings since 2017 ♡♡♡

#YES THIS IS LIVE WITH YOURSELF. #IT'S JJUSTT NOOTTT FFAIREE #oh btw if you relate but don't know lwys then you can. reblog or whatever?? im just venting over here honestly. alright so anyway~ #WHYYY. AT THE PEAK OF MY HYPERFIXATION I WAS AFRAID OF THE INVOLUNTARY CRINGE ANIMATION MEMES MIGHT BRING. #BUT AT THIS POINT IDEGAF ANYMORE. I'M WILLING TO REGURGITATE MY INTERNAL ORGANS JUST MAKE !! IT !! FUCKEN !! HAPPENNNNN GODDDDNDKSNSN #WHY DO I HAVE TO DO ALL THE WORK AROUND HERE??? JORDNJAMS IS CARRYING THE YOUTUBE FAN CONTENT. HE POSTED *ONE* LWYS VIDEO. WHAT THE FUCK #working on the animation isn't enough i need it to EXIST NOW #IS IT EVEN NAME DROPPING IF I GO AND SAY IT?? FUCKIN. AN0NYBOB. THEY ARE LITERALLY HALF OF THE ENTIRE FANDOM GOD SAVE MY SOUL PLSSS #IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS. THANK YOU SOOO MUCHH FOR THE LWYS RELATED ASK I WAS ON A DOPAMINE HIGH FOR A DECENT WHILE I THINK #GOTTA SPREAD PROPAGANDA. GOTTA. SUBMISSIONS. OBSCURE WAIFUS?? MAYBE?? PLEASE SHOW ME EVERY BLOG I CAN SUBMIT A LWYS CHR TO I'M DESPERATE

[krussyarts]

My progress on the fillei doodle page <3

#This is all because of the person who reblogged my last fillei post and tagged it 'THEM 💖💞' #I redid so many parts of this So. Many. Times. Fuck. #Istg the sped up process of this looks ridiculous. I changed my mind so many times 😭 #It doesn't even look like them anymore I- #I also do not draw like this anymore. This feels so backwards #Anyway. I'm so off topic #fillei #fischl x collei #fischl genshin impact #genshin impact #collei genshin impact #collei #fischl #I started this in October 2022 #I have 15hrs on this thing wtf #Ignore the big white space. I dislike the drawing that's currently there. So I'm reworking it. #However! I don't know what i want to draw there yet. Preferably something that can also be use as lighting study. #Since that's apparently a theme i wasn't aware of #I won't post it if i look at it for too long

[whumpy-wyrms]

I LOVEEEE ART

#okok #i drew something i am soooo insanely proud of #NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT AT ALLLLL #maybe i will reblog it on here. idk #i’m super proud of it i need everyone to SEEE IITTTTT #and honestly do i Really care about people here knowing my main art account? i’m not sure anymore #like idk telling everyone irl about my silas and aspen ocs really just made me think and. huh #what’s the point in keeping everything a secret #like whump ain’t even weird it’s just horror who cares if people know abt this account right #unless i’m wrong and like idk #what am i talking about i have no idea i just spent the last six hours drawing something reeallllyy cool #maybe i’ll reblog it here cuz like also #i have more mutuals here. i have more friends here and im more active here #what even is a main #anyway it’s furry art if that changes anything #🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 #BATS <3 #anyway ITS ALMOST 1AM????? FUCK?????? #wyrms says stuff #i reblogged it on Aspen’s blog so it’s there if anyone wants to see :3 #oh yeah @dead-aspen-tree don’t follow it cuz it’s mainly cringe /j #it’s cool art i am very proud of it haha #anyway gn tumblr im eepy

[6-2-aestheticsofhate]

hahah. hahha. hah.

#just remembered theres still posts up (because people reblogged it) from my old comm sheet where i admitted i was... yknow. #fuck #i dont want people to know anymore #its not like people knowing HELPED #people just spread around the comm sheet. fuck some of them did even do that they just liked it #yeah likes and not rbs will definitely get me to not be [REDACTED] #(begins shredding my old comm sheet with my teeth) #do i finally have a [REDACTED]? yes. do i have irreversible trauma from what happened? also yes #personal #vent #to delete

[buffysummers]

hello! i’m looking for new blogs to follow since I just went through my following list and unfollowed the inactive blogs. my dash is pretty slow. so, if you like any of the following, please reblog/like this post so I can check out your blog!!:

buffy the vampire slayer

movies (love movies!! love em!!!)

harry potter, the hunger games, star wars, jurassic park franchise

actresses (nicole kidman, jennifer lawrence, rooney mara, keira knightley, emma stone… etc/etc i love all the actresses)

friends, veep, brooklyn 99, barry, the good place, 30 rock, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, the office (us), parks and rec, new girl, nathan for you, the bear, santa clarita diet, modern family, what we do in the shadows, curb your enthusiasm and other shows i cannot think of rn

lost, outlander, succession, big little lies, game of thrones, arrow, killing eve, shameless (us), stranger things, true blood, normal people, downton abbey, the oc, one tree hill, the vampire diaries, angel the series, gossip girl, dawson’s creek, revenge, and dare I say it... glee

dogs!! puppies!! cats!! cute animals

pop singers (mostly all of ‘em)

disney/dc/marvel/etc

shitty/funny text posts

if you’re a weirdo. you’re weird. you don’t fit in, and you don’t want to fit in. do you see this f*cking hat?

#posting this at a shit time so I will reblog it at a better time #but my dash does not really reflect what I like anymore so I really need to find new blogs to follow #I also don't even know if ppl do this anymore #If they don't oh well #will obviously appreciate/notice reblogs more!

[sexynetra]

What if instead of finishing all my WIPS that I’m hoping to have out by the end of the year I started writing another Drabble about the fallout of a collapsing relationship and infidelity. Hm. What if 🤔 💭 ✍️

#thinking about my anarcia break up oneshot again #I saw a poll about cheating fics and went god. what if I did that again #pure angst no comfort #a couple that’s still together but they haven’t been a capital c couple for a long time #we’re dating but we don’t even recognize each other anymore #we’re both doing things we know hurt each other and we both know we should have ended this a long time ago and yet #also I was listening to that one TikTok ballerinas song and it’s so good she’s so good I love her and her music #anyways that song had the vibes im going for with this idea #anyways I miss writing angst #idk if y’all liked the breakup Drabble but I liked it and that’s what matters #I know Danielle was so mad at me for making Marcia a Cheater bur hey it was necessary for the story #anyways it’s 2:30 am and I need to go to sleep or finish writing my exchange fic and absolutely not start something new #anyways #would y’all be interested sound off in the replies or reblogs or tags or my dms whatever #Rachel rambles #writing #okay love you all mwah #also I posted this to my main by accident #and I had to painstakingly retype all these tags so if you don’t take the time to read them I’m jumping off my roof

[ursaspecter]

You know that part in the Eragon series where he's hanging out with the elves and they do this ceremony thing or whatever? And it changes his appearance? But then he describes himself as fairer than any human but rougher than any elf? And like he's kinda unsure about how he feels about that?

I think about that a lot. I read those books when I was 11. It's been 10 years and I still think about that.

THIS POST IS ABOUT BEING NON-BINARY

#shut up casey #vent kinda #ok to reblog i guess #like i guess im non-binary. agender. exgender if you will #but i just feel kinda stuck. #sometimes i like the way i look as i am and feel like it matches how i feel #but other times i cant even look at myself in the mirror because everything is wrong #and idk! it's just. idk. #i dont feel like a man i dont feel like a woman i dont feel like anything #like i just feel so far removed from gender i dont even feel like nonbinary or agender fit me anymore. #idk what to call myself and unfortunately im someone who likes labelling myself #do you see my problem #idk this is kind of a nothing post.

[the-kipsabian]

why do i even bother reblogging my fics or posting my fics or writing my fics lmao who gives a fuck

#if i post something i need to be vocal about it for it to get noticed and then that makes me annoying so #i just cant win #i can reblog and post as much as i want its not going to make a difference #yeah i know niche within a niche fandom blah blah blah but still it is extending to even more popular stuff ssssooooooo #i dont know. i feel sad about this again tonight. as if it will make a difference either #just fuck man what the fuck am i supposed to do about this shit i really fucking dont know anymore #just. god. fuck #night is an absolute mess on main

[fecto-forgo]

listen imma be straight with some of you if your advice post for disabled people is based on "no but you HAVE to do this thing i consider basic THIS WAY or you ARE lazy and incompetent and making excuses like the ableist stereotypes all say you are!!!" you dont actually have a point, youre literally just rebranding ableist beliefs we're all making excuses for our struggles as ✨progressive concern for those poor disabled idiots survival because they just cant do anything right✨ and either arent actually disabled or have developed a complex around having to be better than other disabled people who you decided dont try hard enough because they make you feel self conscious you once had symptoms as severe as them

#analiceoriginal.txt #im at a point where i dont know what terms to filter out anymore #bc shitty tumblr posts are starting to be such a specific brand of 'wording my horrible take as progressive so everyone #will think im right and reblog it' #like girl what the fuck do i even put on the list by this point #i dont even get mad when its not a recommended post but a reblog someone made bc the wording in so many of those #are literally made to guilt trip everyone who disagrees with the op #and anyone trying to correct them gets shot down with post ironic responses