#No one will do this with me

[autumn-lavelle]

once upon a..dream

the way Ada Leonard A.k.a Leona de Rolo met her lover, a ranger who had gotten trapped in the fey wild. His name is Kuruk, and the two met in their dreams before meeting each other in person.

He's a human beastmaster/ranger...who had gone into the forest to search for a unique animal companion and fell through a door to the fairy court. It was wild. Everything was intense in this plane. His emotions, his gift to hear the sounds of the wild and creatures around him. He lovee the feeling he got from this realm, forgetting even his troubled life behind him. Kuruk wandered this realm, wanting to take in the wildlife and inhabitants. One night when he fell asleep he dreamt of a woman with short, and wild curly hair. Crystal blue eyes and glasses. She looked surprised to see him, and tried walking towards him but the dream ended. His heart yearned...

He found himself entering Shinaelestra, the ranger city and it was the best thing that happened to him. Because there, he dreamt of her again only this time he could hear her voice, and see her slightly pointed ears. This became a routine for them both, and everytime he dreamed the two of them would talk. They chatted for what seemed like hours, and now he wanted to see her in person. While there Kuruk had befriended a few fey and citizens of the city. These people became his new family...he learned much, and now he doubted he would ever leave.

As time passed a new inhabitant came. A woman, with a gun strapped to her hip and gun powder smudged across her nose and glasses covering blue eyes. Their gazes met and the dreams from before all came back. His heart skipped a beat. But he couldn't be sure...was this his lioness?

Kuruk spent his time prowling the howling forest, and doing missions for the fey court of the week. Ada tagged along, wanting to find a crossroads back to the Plane. They spoke for long hours, and bickered about little things. He noticed little things, like when she was nervous she would rub her nose, or tug her short curls.

Ada, on her end saw his passion for animals, and his wild and care free personality. She had never liked the bow when her mother taught her, she could never grasp it, but when he taught her...well he was a good teacher. She found herself falling for him, and remembering kisses from their dreams of each other. With emotions heightened in this realm it was fairly easy for them both to...enter a passionate embrace after one particularly successful mission. And many more after that time.

They were also kinda stupid and forgot to use protection in the moment, and so Ada found herself pregnant. She was both ecstatic and also terrified. How could she do her personal quest now? Could she leave to find her brother? Her twin? Also she should probably tell her babies father her real name...

During the months she revealed everything about herself to him. Telling her her real name, Leona Pike de Rolo and she originally came to this realm on accident. She'd been looking for any fey or Archfey here who could give her information on her twin brother Wolfe, and she had to find him. To apologize to him and bring him home. Kuruk had no idea how to process all that, but the name de Rolo sounded awfully familiar. He remembered a famous family in Sunstone but he had never seen them before, and fell into the wild before he could ever make it to that city.

Seeing how this was important to her, and he loved her enough to agree to help her go and find her brother. She didn't ask to make him come along, but Leona wanted him to so much...

After she had the baby, a little boy they named Sim'cha, the two acted like a family and honestly it was nice. Though when Simmy was old enough, a year old, the trio set off looking for the crossroads to the Plane. They traveled to the Sablecast grounds, finding a portal to the Material Plane. As Leona was about to leave, she hesitated, holding her son close a moment...Kuruk decided that she was worth leaving this realm and the family stepped through the portal.

Unfortunately time had passed in the Material Plane...much for then she expected. She entered the feywild at age nineteen, and was physically twenty now...but apparently four years had passed in the Material Plane. And on top of that the portal separated Kuruk, Sim and Leona from each other. And she found that her memories of the other plane was hazy. Barely able to remember Kuruk, and her babies faces. All she could remember was his voice...and her babies laugh.

Kuruk had held on to their son, and they got transported to the place he had entered the Feywild. He still remembers his lover, and his helps him do that. But he noticed that his own body had...aged...now he was in his late forties. How long had he been there?

He entered at eighteen...and been there three years. Now nearly 30 years had passed in this Plane. AND his lover was missing...would she want him now?

They are separated right now. Leona with her memories fuzzy, and Kuruk remembers but suffered from his body aging up to the proper age. Hes a single dad, living in a log cabin and taking missions to pay for things. He hopes... his lioness will come back.

[nikrei]

I keep seeing people use this image as a reaction to people's original posts:

Which I think is really incorrect, because with an original post they haven't come up to ur window, u've come up to their window.

So I made this, as a more accurate reaction for original posts:

[canonkiller]

I just think everyone should take a moment to consider the question "what is your visual shorthand for cruelty?" and then follow it up with a critical "and who taught you that?"

specific examples include but are not limited to

why is an evil timeline character design disabled? (why do the heroes go through equally punishing battles and never lose an arm, a leg, an eye?)

why are the futuristic scifi terrorists uniformly darker skinned? (why are the heroes so much lighter?)

why is the greedy boss fat? (why are the heroes skinny?)

why is the criminal mastermind heavily scarred? (why is the brooding, traumatized hero unscathed?)

why is the predatory creep a bearded person in a dress and makeup? (why are none of the heroes trans women?)

who taught you that this is how things are?

how long do you plan on repeating it?

[time-woods]

Accessorize ! Accessorize ! Accessorize !

based off of how my dad got his ears pierced))

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

(ID in alt text)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[hjartasalt]

One time I was working as a waiter at a burger joint where the fries were tossed in salt and coriander and as I was bringing food over to the table for these two huge beefy guys one of them asks what the green stuff is so I go "it's coriander" and his friend goes very seriously "he can't have coriander" and I'm thinking shit ok maybe he's allergic and guy 1 starts pulling up his sleeve to show me something and I'm thinking shit shit shit he's probably breaking out in hives rn and it's my fault but he just shows me his arm and he has this huge cursive font tattoo that just says "I fucking hate coriander"

[thelaurenshippen]

watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[beebfreeb]

An Interview with Dot.

[lastoneout]

I just love it when video games let you do really stupid shit that kills you immediately. I love being like "oh this is a terrible idea" and being able to do it and then die. It's good game design.

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[phayz]

learning that self deprecation isnt cool and just makes the people around you uncomfortable unironically improved my mental health a lot. like if you just stop saying negative shit about yourself you will genuinely like yourself more and other people wont be repulsed by your attitude and you will have more friends. it's true.