#relevant ♡

[cheralith]

FRIENDS….. !!!!!! we have beat the unemployed-ish undergrad allegations ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !!

on our way to a BIG GIRL JOB! that AND the fact it’s one of the jobs of a company i REALLY wanted to work at so this is huge dub for wonderland nation!!!

(not rly unemployed since i do have a job lol just not relevant to what i graduated in BUT ANYWAYS..!)

[smal5504]

art time!!! pinposting time!1!11!1!!11

i headcanon that pin cannot internally visualize what her own face looks like.

because i dont know if this is a normal thing among others or not, but i cant internally visualize what my own face looks like..,.. ‼️

i look into a mirror, and then within fibe seconds of looking away i forget again,.,.. bleaurghhh

i think this stems from that long period of time when i was deathly afraid of looking at myself and never looked in mirrors ever.,.,...,. (SSSIDE NOTE IM A-OKAY NOW /GEN) im SUPER DUPER EXTRA SURE WITH SPRINKLES that pin had a same episode, especially in the hit trauma season bfdia!1!1!1!!111!1!!!1!1!!1!!!!

(i still have a love-hate relationship with mirrors, anyway 💔)

[rosekasa]

something that absolutely changed the way i approach goals was realising that it's never the thing that you want, but rather the feelings that you believe it will give you. without striving for those feelings, the thing is not going to make you happy.

for example, until i was eighteen i would daydream about having a Real Best Friend. like i wanted my disney channel bff you know?? and getting older felt a lot like 'okay it'll happen when i get to secondary school' 'okay it'll happen when i get to sixth form' 'okay it'll happen in fandom' and it just. never did. i kept getting sucked into friendships that made me feel shit about myself while all the people that seemed to want to be close to me would, for some reason, make me feel uncomfortable. but it was at the point where i was like, okay. what do i really want from a friend? is it the actual object of A Friend or is it what i feel like A Friend would allow me to do? so instead of looking for that Real Best Friend, i started allowing myself to feel like i deserved a Real Best Friend. i stopped deleting my messages even if i thought they were embarrassing, and i stopped worrying that people would think im annoying if i messaged them first, and i stopped being scared of being 'too much' whenever i shared my interests.

and you know what? within two months i GOT that Real Best Friend. within a few more i had Multiple of those Real Best Friends. it's been three years since that shift in my life and it's like All my friends are like my disney channel bff friends -- they genuinely care about me, they genuinely like me as a person, they invite me to their houses, they cook for me, they buy me random things when they think of me, and most of all they make me love myself more, when for my entire life the trade off for a friendship always felt like i had to hate myself a little.

idk. i just think it's worth remembering that the feeling of something is the most important thing to strive for. a thing without feeling is nothing

[underachieverinlove]

Why do some people just . list All of their mental ailments on their social media profile lol

[barbieandkento]

‘it’s barbie and ken(to)’ this is so smart hahahah i can’t stop thinking about it duuuh >_<

my honest reaction :

[deservetoknow]

"I can't make this better."

"I can't" meme : accepting (at your own risk, I mean really)

“We can’t just go anywhere, it’s your first night as a free man.”

Karen teased as the walk sign blinked in their favor, crowds on both sides of the street crossing with allowance. The city warmed just enough they no longer needed jackets for a walk down to Panna II Garden. The hotel room she rented was closer than her old apartment, making any other option simply ridiculous.

Despite vigorous efforts, Fisk and his team had no real evidence of Matt being a vigilante. Officer Powell’s account of being assaulted sounded insane; a blind man putting one man in the hospital and leaving half of Powell’s face contorted with bruises? A skrull imitating Matt was plausible, but again: no evidence. As Matt pointed out, with a large amount of sass considering they’d been living like bandits on the run for the past month, no evidence meant no grounds for arrest.

Karen still felt uneasy about handing over their whereabouts. She understood he needed to return as Matt Murdock to continue their fight beyond just Daredevil’s reach, but it felt like a trap. They didn’t know enough– Matt’s argument in favor of jumping back into civilian life and her opposition– it was all levels of risky.

The crowd slimmed down to regular sidewalk traffic again. Her hand crossed to cover Matt’s, holding her arm for navigation. The habit fell back into place, but after weeks of pretending he could see without needing to grasp her elbow or arm, it felt slightly strange.

One more light and they’d be at the restaurant. She stepped off the curb after a taxi whipped by, looking back over her shoulder at the sound of someone saying her name.

“Did you–?” Karen began asking Matt if he’d heard it too, until the people around them merged into more of a group than two passing crowds. Someone shoulder checked her, another shoving her backwards so her arm pulled free from Matt’s hold. Karen stumbled to in an effort to grasp his hand, but he was swarmed too. Everyone moved too quickly; hats, handkerchiefs, and hoods disguising who she assumed was Fisk’s righteous task force.

Cars honked to get through after the light changed. Those who pulled at her purse and hair started disappearing into foot traffic or down a nearby alley. Ten people became six and then two. She spun around to find Matt; frustration panning to relief when she spotted him, unharmed and still standing, on the other side of the street.

Her step toward him faltered, Karen catching her balance, but perplexed as to why. Without conscious action, her hand pressed along her ribs where a searing pain processed. Her palm came away bright crimson. She knew it was her blood, but something came between seeing it and acknowledging it. Someone . . . stabbed her . . . ? Karen narrower focus to the exact ripped seam in her side. Between the fourth and fifth rib. It must have been easy practice with the blade so thin and fine it slid into place without notice. She remembered the glass piercing Foggy’s body.

Oh, that explains it. Explains what? The stabbing pain in my side . . .

Karen only had time to think Matt’s name, her lips parting to say it. Her legs gave way first, knees contacting with cracked cement before the rest of her followed in a twisted sway, pulled down to the ground. She could hear the monotone keen of her mother’s heart monitor in the hospital when she was a child, announcing its flat green line. She’s crashing out, a nurse yelled in the years-buried memory. She’s crashing. Down to the ground.

I can’t fix it, her younger self had thought, as her father tried to get into her mother’s room. I can’t fix it, little Tommy was crying so she held his hand. I can’t make it make it better, Mom’s eyes wouldn’t open.

“I can’t make it better,” Matt’s voice registered, pulling her back to her chosen resting spot with a gasp. She saw the opaque sky directly above her before trailing the sound she looked for in every room to his face.

“Hey– hey, it’s okay,” Karen whispered tightly, the pain of fully inhaling forcing her to take only shallow breaths into her chest. Her mind registered the warmth of tears trickling from the corners of her eyes to her hairline. When had she started crying? She didn’t want to cry.

“It’s illegal to assist vigilantes . . . Even I’m not above the law.” Karen offered an out from the downpour of guilt he’d force himself to stand in. She wanted to sit up, but it felt like weighted straps were holding her down. Weren’t they going somewhere? All the sudden she couldn’t remember what they’d been doing in the first place.

Whatever Matt was about to say was silenced by a gunshot. A stream of red spiraled from his temple before he disappeared from Karen’s view, blood spattering across her face in a disgustingly familiar way. Shattered glasses grazed her face in broken pieces like the window of her totaled car once had.

“Matt?? Matty–” The weight holding her down was crushing her now, paralyzing Karen so she could only stare upwards, unable to move or look for him.

“Matt!” Her voice rose in a panic when there was no answer. She couldn’t make this better.

“Matt!?”

Karen’s vision remained blurred as she bolted upright in tangled sheets in waking. Shaking hands grasped at her throat where the scream that woke her emanated, the last of which echoed in her ears now as proof. It was only a dream, Karen realized, strands of blonde hair fluttered away from her face as she panted slow to even breaths. No. It was a terror.

With no actual stab to her side, her breathing wasn’t restricted, but came in gasps while her heart still pounded in her ears. She felt the open space next to her, fingers skimming across a strip of paper in place of the person she wanted. It was one of the gone-out messages she’d written out for them to leave one another. They rarely left without each other, but if one returned first or in this case might wake up alone, the system of notes was implemented when they first went into hiding.

Each was written in crayon so Matt could sift through the selection. In the dark, Karen traced her own hand-writing. Gathering intel. A second slip of paper beneath the first: fifteen minutes. More disappointing than the ten option, but better than an hour or several.

She looked toward the side table. By no magical means, time reset a day’s worth back from her dream’s hour to the clock’s reading: 2:42 AM. Their meeting in court to absolve Matt was mid-morning. The room came into clarity after the heels of her palms rubbed against her eyes and object-shaped shadows took form. It was the hotel room they checked into yesterday, no longer ducking from Josie’s to some abandoned apartment sourced by Jess. Once again Miss Page and savior to the Mayor himself, Mr. Murdock.

Her subconscious was clearly still not on board with exposing their whereabouts. Karen didn’t need a nightmare to remind her. The muscle ache meaning she’d been tensing her body and sore jaw that came with grinding her teeth. She hoped fifteen minutes was on the closer end of being over.

[ejudollz]

This is a bit "weird" question, but who you think is most and less likely in &Team to have a poc gf/bf?

(Don't need to answer this bestie) If u think the "poc gf/bf ask" is somehow offensive Im sorry sweetie, Im latina and was just wondering about it <3

no worries!! i totally understand this as i am black!! ik how it feels to be underrepresented in writing and things like that. however, i don't want to do a most to least ranking just because i don't want to assume who would be basically more or less interested in someone based on their race yk? so instead i will just talk about little hcs i have for certain members with a poc partner!

the first person that comes to mind with this ask is definitely nicholas. i soo could see him as someone who wants to explore the world and learn different people and cultures. i think he'd love to see new things and new places and learn from his partner! also this is language king!! he's always so eager to learn new languages to better communicate with fans so i just knowww he's thrilled if his partner wants to teach him words or phrases from their language

i feel like kei would LOVE to learn a new cuisine and have his partner teach it. he'd want to learn all about the food and also how to make it. like he's sooo the type to learn your favorite dish, like the moment you say that you like something he would be looking up tutorials on how to make it so that he can surprise you with it. i feel like he would also be sooo excited to learn any family recipes u may have!

[satirn]

rare lore drop for this au lol >:3

[og image btw]

[balkanlila]

the most touching and the most influential aspect of elena's writing is that she takes these people who exist as representatives of the universe, of something intergal to human nature, their lives not in any way original, their destinies shared with thousands and she makes sure, almost instinctively, that we as readers remember them by their specific names. how many people have taken their own life for the same reasons franco mari did? how many people suffered alfonso's faith in exchange for one second of owning their identities? how many girls didn't get to go to school the way lila did? but that doesn't concern elena, does it... those numbers... she thinks of lila and she sees lila and these people who have done nothing but repeat the past exist in this space, exactly as elena remembers them, exist and belong entirely to themselves... these people are gifted originality and importance simply because this woman remembers them... and that means something!!!!!!!!!!

[iowafashionweekbegins]

trans woman/transfem/TMA oomfies i'm writing ritsumaya and do you think it'd be better if i had ritsuko be stealth and come out as trans to maya (who accepts her fully and also comes out as a demigirl), or should it be like a known thing that people just generally accept and understand and doesn't need to be addressed (because coming out plotlines are often overused). im not sure which would be considered better representation and be more accurate to her character. what do you all prefer reading stories about? (plz answer in dms or replies but i can turn on reblogs if anyone wants that)

[rotfueled]

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ

patron saint of obsession

patron saint of devotion. of dedication. of passion. of everything you won't call it, in the spaces between. patron saint of holding tight to it until it bleeds. patron saint of pushing it too far. patron saint of staring into the sun until you're blind. patron saint of gazing onto beauty until you can't see anything anymore.

stolen from @obscurd ♥

[brugmansiae]

kinda weird how some ppl on this site will make or reblog posts about supporting severely mentally ill and disabled people then, when they actually get to know someone who is those things, they suddenly are not supportive and end up being cruel to them! it’s almost like they wanna be seen as a good person but don’t wanna put the effort into actually being one!

[lvebug]

andie, having grown up in brooklyn new york and to a jewish family, does know (select) yiddish and will throw out phrases or words from time time. it doesn't always quite mesh with the rest of her vocabulary, but nonetheless they are words she knows and will use! your muse isn't necessarily expected to know what it means that's fine

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

alrighty, here it is~

🩵 The Overmorrow playlist (on youtube) 🩵

The first 11 are songs that encapsulate the mood of the entire story and its overarching themes, mostly about Eph or literally from his pov (I’m on my hands and knees begging you to listen to King, The Next Right Thing, Quiet, and A Little Closer at the very least 🥺)

The 19 after those are various instrumental tracks I listened to while writing and editing to set ✨ the mood ✨ (I do this for all my fics), more or less in chronological order

And finally, once Overmorrow is finished…I’ll add some bonus songs 😃

Hopefully I’ll be able to host this in a better place suited for music (with no ads!) later on, but this’ll do for now. I really hope you like it!!

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

finally noting down important character info and making character bios for TFF 😁 ...

[anxietywyrm]

They'll regret picking on a fire breathing dragon who suffers from social anxiety ! - the lindworm, hilda s2ep7

general fandom nonsense brought to you by a socially anxious dragon puffin, sideblog to @puffinproof. profile art by redpawi.