#Secret third option

[back-on-my-bucky-bs]

how do I tell the bucktommys who hate buddie that I ship buddie and the buddies that hate bucktommy that I ship bucktommy?

[aithusiel]

A yes, the three kinds of Autism:

(RE: was found on video referencing Autism)

[kidspawn]

my goal is to remain a sort of mystical tumblr entity. no consistent schedule, odd hours. i am always here yet never accessible. my presence is felt, always and yet not at all. you see? you know?

[seshen]

I feel like if I told seto i was proud of him, he'd either start crying or pop a boner.

[literallyjonathandavis]

"omg zero u can't make all ur fave ships have a weird dog thing and its partner dynamic-" TRY ME BITCH

💥KAPOW💥

💥PET PLAY FUNPOISON HEADCANON💥

💥KAPOW💥

💥BORDER COLLIE THERIAN PHILLIP (my inoverse frank) HEADCANON💥

💥KAPOW💥

💥- wait no.

Enid is a canon werewolf guys cmon now.

💥KAPOW💥

*inserts image of two secret hidden option ships that will never see the light of day if you paid me*

Ehem anyways this has been a psa ig

[swivelbot]

Hound or Perceptor…

(Bios in Replies)

[cornflakesinchocolatemilk]

If it’s another character, comment what it is

[willowstreehouse]

I dont know which is worse

The fact that I have an IRL with a Gerard Way tumblr blog

Or that I have a different irl with a Star Wars tumblr blog

[avatarofthetired]

I am quite a fan of the elusive Secret Third Option

[gobliniguess]

i am not a human, nor an animal, but a secret third thing.

[bettyrightnow]

karen read totally did that shit but i’m happy for her anyway

[lovelymorg]

Small little wip about OCs

okay so like this is a little thing about my ocs and they're GAY!!! LESBIANS!!! but yeah first writing post!!!:

The first hint of snowfall wasn’t one that everyone rushed out to play in. The loud, rumbustious noise of children finding out what each design decorated the handcrafted snowflakes was nowhere to be found. The familiar feeling of a chill bringing the close to the year as one would stare out the window of a toasty home was lost amidst this silence.

Instead of the warmth of the spark of the holidays coming, it was silent amidst the chaos. On a car ride with wild voices, it seemed as if the snow falling outside brought in the silence. The blood seeping down the bright pink nose that previously painted the pure ground of snow was almost translucent in the neon lights. Blending in with the red glow of the stop light, the hurt girl held onto her nose to stop the flood of blood seeping down.

But, the pain from the now broken nose wasn’t what she was focused on. In the bright lights, only her face seemed to glow the brightest. With all the noise from behind them caused by their mutual friends, it seemed as if everything drowned out. 

The friends in the back, ones made recently and those who had been there for years, seemed to be shocked and laughing from the previous events of the night. The seemingly innocent night started off with a trip to the convenience store that led to finding a local playground nearby at the darkest of nighttime. A bet was placed between the hurt girl and another and one thing led to the now broken nose. 

But, the night seemed to fade away into the background as the girl was holding the steering wheel tight. As the night air blares sirens from nearby accidents, it was you. You were the only one who was freaking out.

The friends in the back were laughing away into the night as they were in tune with the broken whir of the car. Yet, it sounded like a melody as the nervous girl turned to me with such fear in those purple eyes. Speeding to the closest hospital while the music from the dashboard was playing in the background. And here I was, admiring you. 

“Does it hurt?” 

It always does when I look at you. Your hands at ten and two with knuckles turning white, but it felt as if those hands were wrapped around my heart. With warm blood dropping my lips and hitting my jeans, I couldn’t help but feel as if it was bleeding out for you. With a cool grasp on my shoulder from the pale hands, you seem to sear my skin with just your panicked blush. 

It always hurts.

[jeffery-the-ghost]

If I’m using tumblr on my phone but instead of the app im just on the website, does that count as tumblr mobile, tumblr (not mobile), OR is it a secret 3rd option? Pls someone tell me

[granulesofsand]

🗝️🏷️ CDD healing goals

Regular reminder that we are not pursuing final fusion or functional multiplicity, but we are working on healing as a system. We refuse both standard options because they come with preexisting conditions as to how you have to get there and what the result should look like.

Our system goal (alters can make their own choices) is to be a discrete multiple system. We integrate in that we make it possible for alters/subgroups to interact as individuals. We are keeping our memory barriers, we are keeping our distinction, we keeping our multiplicity — we insist on being treated as more than one person, not parts and not one external person.

We have successfully learned to tolerate each other’s histories and coexist, to get along-ish and communicate. We are getting very good at controlling our dissociative barriers in every form. We are making progress, just not according to rules outsiders made up.

We may never be considered functional/healthy, but we will be multiple. We are culturally plural, we maintain internal lives, we live like any outside person would. We’re not changing course based on anyone but ourselves. It’s working. We’re healing.

Our discrete plurality is beautiful, and one day we will present it and show the world it is exactly what we envisioned — it is, because it is ours. And I encourage anymany in treatment to heal however suits them. The diversity is worthwhile, even if it’s hard. Let’s bring back the variety psychology used to see.

[mikubilliards]

Me in every interaction

[lovelesslittleloser]

Ah, the year-old question: to listen to Devil’s Train by The Lab Rats, or to listen to What The Hell by Avril Lavigne