#a little srb

[fourteenthz]

VIERAPRIL 10 - BREATH

I dream of their breath stopping, and before I know, mine does too.

[forestofsprites]

[guy who has predetermined that everything theyre packing will fit into 2 bags voice] and i mean they might be a little heavy but . that's. fine . and it's actually healthy when scented things mix with packaged food that's cool. in fact

[taichouu]

I wanna request Tai carrying baby Genya in a baby sling, strapped around the chest. Because Gen-yes you can.

Little did you know, he gets his hairline and lust for watermelon from his hard-working single father (me). He once had my eyebrows as well, but the wild beasts got to him just minutes after he was born ... we don't talk about that.

[donnyclaws]

Warm & Difficult moments after a suicide attempt [Img ID below]

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[ img id: A light purple sketch page with scattered text. The first sketch in the left is of James and Billy. James is turned away, Billy’s face is visible, he’s holding James’s chin and leaning in for a kiss. They’re both back lit by afternoon sun, the words hard won survival and sweet summer are hand written around them.

The next image is of Max, Damian and Aran having dinner. Aran is offering food to Damian, who is wrapped in a blanket and leaning on Max’s shoulder, having just woken up. The text readss

Damian: Did I black out again?

Max: Yeah, but it’s okay we were about to wake you anyway.

Aran: I tried to make something nice for you. I asked Max for your favourites.

Damian: You don’t need to waste-

Aran: Good food isn’t a waste. Okay well....Food isn’t a waste. If we get out of this, I’ll make it for you properly.

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[snorpdawg]

I know I’ve posted my Lottaham playlist here but I can’t remember if I’ve posted my Snorplo playlist here yet… hm

[waywardsalt]

i hope im bellum’s biggest fan

[ceebit]

yall have got to get on ur zoom and start reblogging with words and emojis

[flockrest]

     "Why can't I go?"

     It's the wrong question to ask. Kido knows it even before Auntie Cecili sighs. He winces as she turns to him from where she's remaking one of the down beds, 'cause now he's gonna have to sit through the same sort of lecture he gets hit with every time the grownups bring him back from Hebra's mountains or Tabantha's tundras.

     He's right.

     "You can't go because we can't trust you not to throw yourself back out there," Auntie Cecili says, quiet and deliberate, but not gentle. Like she's reminding him of something for the hundredth time and trying to be real patient about it. "You can't keep doing this, Kido. How many times has it been?"

     He doesn't know. He hasn't bothered to keep count when none of his attempts have gotten anywhere. "I just wanna go home." He fixes his gaze on the wooden beam behind her, a little over her shoulder. It's a deeper brown beneath the light of lanterns. "I promise I won't leave."

     Auntie Cecili sighs again, heavier. She makes a slicing motion through the air with her wing, the one she gives Uncle Verla when she wants him to stop talking, before she returns to her bed-making. "You're staying here. You're not changing anybody's mind on this."

     Kido looks down at the blanket draped over his legs, at the wingtips clenched and hidden in its folds. It stings more than all the aching in his muscles. More than it should.

     "You can't keep me here," he tells her, voice barely louder than a whisper. It rushes outta him like a nasty secret, harsh and annoyed, and he almost doesn't want her to hear him.

     She does, though. "I can, actually."

     "No you can't."

     "Yes, I can."

     "Nu-uh."

     "Don't push it—"

     "You can't!" He lifts his head, eyes blazing. "You're not— you're not—"

     "You're not leaving," she cuts in, not even glancing back at him as she moves onto the next bed, "until I say you can."

     Oh, so pretty much never! Yay. "When's that?"

     "Not now."

     "When?"

     "Kido."

     He doesn't screech 'cause he knows better, knows it won't do him any favours when he's stuck here, but the sound lurches in his throat: dense and thickened with want. He sits there for a few seconds just to breathe through everything, and swallows it down with a practiced ease. He tries a different path. "I can't even go play?"

     Auntie Cecili pauses. "You can," she carefully says, "but the other children aren't awake now, are they? And Fyson should be free tomorrow, I'm sure he can watch over you then."

     Wh— really? Fyson's fun, but he's so old now he doesn't feel like a kid anymore, and he's not afraid to complain about exactly that sometimes when the grownups make him do stuff with Kido and the others. Besides, Kido hasn't needed any watching over in ages — not since he fledged. "M'not a hatchling."

     "You aren't," she agrees, lifting a blanket to flare it out. "Keep flying headfirst into danger like one, though, and you have to prepare to be treated like you are."

     That—! "That's not fair!"

     "You think so?" Auntie Cecili asks in low tones. She sounds like rumbling thunder on the horizon — and that isn't fair, either. It's not fair how she can make him feel tiny with just her voice. It's not fair that he suddenly feels like the worst kid in the world for talking back. "If it keeps you here where you're supposed to be, safe and sound, then I'm sorry, Kido; you'll have to get used to us being unfair."

     He falls silent.

     Here? Where he's supposed to be?

     The boiling beneath his feathers nearly has him tossing himself out of his roost purely on principle.

     Each single time he leaves these peaks for the colder Windlines of the outside, Kido's doing what she and all the other adults aren't doing — what they should be doing. He's— it's their job, it's their responsibility as flocklings to never, ever leave anyone behind, and he's getting in trouble for doing it for them. Why's that? Why's that? If they're not gonna search for Dad for him, why do they get to say anything about it? Why do they get to stop him?

     Why do they get to try to make him give up, the way they did winters ago?

     "My dad's still out there," Kido whispers, wings squeezing his blanket so hard that they're quivering.

     Auntie Cecili stiffens.

     "He's still out there, and I'm— here. You're keeping me here."

     Why? Why had they— what suddenly made it okay, all that time ago, for them to give up? To strand his dad to the ice, to let him go: drifting further and further away from Kido?

     "You're keeping me here."

     He was— he was a good boy about it. He's being a good boy about it, 'cause searching for his dad is lots better than what he could be doing, what he could be feeling about everything and everyone. And they won't allow him this. Why won't they allow him this? Why?

     "He needs my help out there and you're just—!"

     All of a sudden, there's a warmth surrounding him, wrapping him up in white-maroon wings. The bed dips at his side beneath Auntie Cecili's weight, the tang of old fabrics and crushed herbs wafting along his next breaths. His heartbeat rings in his head. When did she get so close?

     She murmurs, gentle now, soft and strained like her heart's hurting too: "I'm sorry."

     Kido feels it like stones dropping out the bottom of his chest into his stomach.

     There it is again. Sorry. Like it's some amazing word that magically makes everything better. And maybe it does for Auntie Cecili — maybe it does for every other grownup who says it to him, who've only ever heard pretty things from Kido in response. Who've only ever gotten his encouragement, his reassurance, his permission to stop feeling so bad. It's okay. You'll find him next time. I'm not mad. You can talk about this. It's alright. You don't need to say sorry. I'm not upset.

     I forgive you.

     And now, here, he has to do it once more.

     He—

     He...

     Kido lets her push his face into the crook of her shoulder. He does not lift his wings to clutch at hers. He clings to the blanket under his touch with a wobbly desperation, to the silence that tumbles over them like clumps of snow shaken loose from tree branches.

     He can't. Not this time.

[dykementality]

Hi just wondering what are your fave sites for fonts

SORRY this took so long i completely forgot about it!!

for font inspo i mainly use behance but for the actual fonts its velvetyne (best one and the team is so cool and all their stuff is open font license so u can play w it and mod it for free) + unblast (good range of diverse original types) + dafont usually if i know the specific font i want + google fonts (simpler more long text fonts but its really accessible and ull find some good stuff if u snoop around enough)

also i use font finders a lot if i see something i like on ig or somewhere else where the resources arent listed like this or this (ad block it)

these are all either totally free or have free personal use licenses so go crazygo stupid

[arsene-fixates]

i think about posting stuff on here everyday but i get tired…

[girlslashers]

ohh thinking abt my silly monster ocs <3

[superbattrash]

I'm nervously preparing for posting time, besties

look at me googling how to add links, how to tag properly, how to choose the right rating like a newborn writerling 

[edens-pen]

omg to my fellow writers on here, i love your self reblogs and icymi !!! sometimes i am dumb and i get lost and close my phone and get busy and forget then i want to read your fic :) thank you for reminding me 🥰

[byooregard]

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bluebabadee

THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR NON-HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS. HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS DNI

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sparklejays Follow

based on your likes!

every time I see a human talking about "how cool it would be to have superpowers" or some shit like that I loose it a little bit more. do these people realize that being a mutant isn't just fun powers. like even beyond the shit I deal with trying to get jobs or all the relationships that have been ruined once people realized I'm a mutant. abilities aren't just fun and games, I have a friend who can't touch people without nearly killing them, I burned down three buildings before someone finally taught me to control my abilities, and these people are all like "wouldn't it be great to fly to work every day??" just admit that you see us as comic book characters and not real people with real struggles

#actually mutant #jay .txt

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scamperpamperblog reblogged spocktism

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self diagnosing is great and all but most of you people aren't telepaths, you're just hyperempathic

#actually mutant #actually telepathic #hyperempathy #crosstagging i know but some of yall need to see this #tilley speaks #it can be dangerous to go around acting like you know peopels actual thoughts when its just your brain

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oh-you-pretty-things

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#vent post #sometimes I get really mad at magneto #like I think he's done a lot for mutant rights and stuff #but I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming that I'm evil just because of my powers #like jesus not all of us are trying to start atomic wars #some metallokinetics just use their abilities to make cool sculptures #but I can't get a spoon from across the room in front of strangers without someone mentioning jfk

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mutantbuffy reblogged muntantpollscentral

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*physical mutation meaning something that is ALWAYS physical, not just something you can turn off and on whenever

#ig my mutation IS technically physical its just not visible to people most of the time so i feel weird claiming that #but like i was born with the tattoo marks #the powers didnt come till later tho #so idk which to pick

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sploimsh reblogged jesterjuleses

🎹pussy-truck-faggot

HEY! shout-out to people with *weird* mutations. Mutations that don't look cool, mutations that are gross, mutations that are dirty, mutations that you can't tell people about because they always cringe. You're just as valid as every other mutant out there. Your powers don't need to be palettable to humans for you to be treated with respect.

#THIS!!! #rb

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rosetvler

god i am so tired of the hypocrisy in this community. the double standards are insane. its okay to have 'scary' powers but the moment someone's abilities are scarier than like, pyrokinesis you're evil and dangerous to be around. 'acceptance' for you people only means nice mutants who've never hurt or scared anyone ever.

rosetvler reblogged rosetvler

non-mutants can reblog this btw

#srb #actually mutant #getting real tired of this

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katiedidnt reblogged morelikesexmen

🩻magicsteele27 Follow

okay like. i get that were all about acceptance and pride or w/e but no one in this tag has ever had friends irl i swear. if someone asks you not to read their mind you shouldnt. honestly you shouldnt be using telepathy on people at all without their permission. mutant abilities dont disclude you from respecting peoples boundaries

🌌rosetvler Mutuals

i swear to god you people are such hypocrites. its all 'mutant and proud' until someone has a power you dont like. its always about keeping the humans feeling comfortable instead of thinking about how it feels to never use your powers because theyre breaking 'boundaries' that were made up by humans in the first place

🩻magicsteele27 Follow

dude do you hear yourself right now

🎆jade-the-pyromancer Follow

Hey, I like your point op, but maybe you should stop trying to speak over actual telepaths and let them decide how to use their powers themselves???

🩻magicsteele27 Follow

i. i am a telepath.

#duddeeee telepaths are insane #used to be friends with one SO glad i broke that off before it went too bad

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[gunpowder-arti]

🌄 gooieduck-enjoyer Follow

look i live in outer expanse so who am i to talk about the current situation over the wall but to any facility grounds dwellers following me: i am convinced your kingdom is cursed + i am so sorry

🌄 gooieduck-enjoyer Follow

like?? first disease starts raining from the sky? and then there's this massive earthquake and you all just get out of your shelters to discover one of the two local gods literally fell over? and now there's a fucked up red slugcat trying to kill you all for no discernible reason? i think someone pissed off a god--oh, right, someone did! your shit ass king

longliveourk1ng-deactivated

Shut the fuck up. The Traitor God is a betrayer and a thief and a murderer and Our King is a noble scavenger.

🌄 gooieduck-enjoyer Follow

l + i never said I liked the Traitor God + capitalist + opinion discarded + touch wormgrass + get eaten by said wormgrass + no bitches. + ratio

🌄 gooieduck-enjoyer Follow

got a lot of bootlickers in my notes for this one

#srb

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🎭 fuckyeahmaskmaking Follow

everyone go block and report @/cat-redeath it is Literally the scarlet death's blog

#i'm already seeing his posts on my dash and im?? #girl it's IN THEIR BIO #not maskmaking

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🌌 twovoidssayfuckyou Follow

look at my pet lizard

🌌 twovoidssayfuckyou Follow

🦎 lizardkiller [mutuals 👥] reblogged your post "look at my pet lizard" #OUHHHHH THE HER #i need to move to industrial complex. so i can See Her

my dear friend scavblr user lizardkiller i love you but your url makes that latter comment a little bit ominous

#friends tag

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Reblog to explode prev.

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me and who

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[skybristle]

REBLOGS > LIKES [tags appreciated!]

eh fuck it ill just post it and be annoying with srbs tomorrow . Look at my specialist little boy right now