#but i figured i'd share it anyways

[midnights-dragon]

In case anyone is having a bad night

(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)

Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean 

Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe

Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay

Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden

Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)

Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)

Here and here are websites where you can play with sand

Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods

Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails

Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis

Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)

Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites

Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)

Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3

Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm

Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests

Here is a website of calm rain noise

Take a breath. It’s going to be okay, I promise.

[royalarchivist]

I love the QSMP. Not only has it introduced me to many amazing international creators, it's also introduced me to the French and Brazilian community, who are so sweet, funny, and chaotic in their own unique ways. I love seeing fans sharing their culture and learning from one another, and I myself have learned a lot this past year. I think it's incredible how QSMP brings so many different people together – all of us united in our love and passion for this project and its goals.

But passion can often evoke strong emotions, and these strong emotions aren't always positive.

The past few months, I have seen multiple waves of hate, bad-faith generalizations of communities, and racist remarks directed at fellow fans – especially those who are part of the French / Brazilian community. This kind of behavior is inexcusable, and is in direct conflict with the mission of QSMP, which is to break language barriers and unite communities.

We are a global community with a variety of people from different backgrounds. Miscommunications may occasionally occur because of cultural differences and/or language barriers, but we should use these moments as opportunities to learn and engage with other people rather than assuming the worst about them and starting fights.

Although certain issues can be resolved with communication, sometimes it’s better to block and move on. Avoid spreading negativity or hate, and save yourself the headache of interacting with people who are just looking for someone to argue with.

No matter what community we're a part of or what languages we speak, we're all here to have fun. Please remember to be kind to each other. We have more in common than we have in conflict.

[westwing19]

Do you do requests? Because if you do id like to See More DMKdad

Technically I do but I'm planning to phase out posting original art here, so the last requests I'm taking on this blog will be what's left in my inbox :]

In any case, excellent suggestion, have some sketchy dametadad doodles:

[beautiful-rebellious-sunflower]

welcome home

[kiss-inthekitchen]

by your hand

summary: you've got a thing for the older Salvatore brother. there's a party tonight, and while you'd intended to see if Damon felt the same, your anxiety has other plans.

1.8k, she/her pronouns, descriptions of anxiety

a/n: i'm rewatching the vampire diaries except this time my frontal cortex is fully developed and i am a stefan girl no longer <3 sorry to that man he's great. but i'm full on feral for damon now

You had a plan. 

Had being the operative word. 

If there was a god out there, he was laughing at you. Tyler was throwing a party, a bonfire at the lake, his latest in a long line of ‘we survived the unsurvivable thing that tore through town’ celebrations. And you’d been hyped. Life in Mystic Falls was almost never normal– the little pockets of time when you were free to behave like any other young adult, well, they weren’t moments you enjoyed wasting. 

But that’s what you were doing. Absolutely wasting it. 

You’d put on your favorite outfit, a baby blue set that highlighted your hair color, the soft fabric hugging your figure tightly. You were going to get drunk, have fun with your friends for once, and, possibly most importantly, flirt with Damon. You’ve caught him looking at you more often lately, and you were determined to test his reaction to seeing you in something other than sweatpants and sleep deprivation.  

Except that instead of doing all that, you were having an anxiety attack. In the middle of a party. The last thing you wanted was Damon looking at you now. 

You weren’t new to anxiety. You’d had it all your life. But usually, and especially in the last few years, you actually had something to be anxious about. Tonight there was nothing wrong. You had just started feeling uneasy that evening as you were getting ready. You tried your best to ignore it, starve it of anything to latch onto. You were going to have fun tonight. You deserved to. All of you did. 

Which is why you didn’t tell any of your friends when you realized the uneasy feeling was moving into full on freak out mode. Instead you’d acted like everything was fine, grabbed a drink and managed to stand with the rest of the crowd for about three minutes before all the noises started sounding too loud, the closeness of your friends and acquaintances becoming suffocating. 

And now here you were, sat on a log at the farthest edge of where the firelight could reach, in your useless sexy outfit with your useless discarded plan. Ugh. You were supposed to get stupid tonight. You dropped your head into your hands, forehead pressing into your intertwined fingers. 

The other girls couldn’t understand why you were into Damon– ‘like sure, he’s hot, but do you really want to deal with all that?’ Caroline had asked you once– and she had a point. You knew that Damon was far from innocent. He was impulsive. He was often murderous. But there was something about the idea of having someone who would do literally anything for you… Well, you kept that part to yourself. It was just an idle attraction, you’d told Caroline. It wasn’t like you were going to do anything about it. You’d even believed it yourself, at first. 

Damon had always been nice to you– well, his own version of nice– something which was, in the words of Bonnie and Caroline, super weird. You’d just shrugged them off. The two of you had a good thing going; you bantered, he didn’t threaten to kill you as often as he did the others (and even when he did, it was such a thinly veiled attempt at seeming emotionless that you’d had to stop yourself from laughing). It wasn’t a big deal. 

But lately, things have felt a little… different. He was different. You’d guess it was that he was finally getting over Katherine’s betrayal, thank god. The man had been pining after her for over a hundred years, you didn’t mean to rush him into healing, but christ. 

You remembered the last time you’d caught him looking– you’d finally lifted your head from one of the ancient books Bonnie was having you all search through, leaning back in your chair and groaning. You tilted your chin up, craning your neck back against the headrest to stare at the ceiling. You’d felt his eyes on you then, turning your head in his direction on instinct, your frustration with the task written all over your features. He’d given you a little half smile in return. Not even his usual smirk. It was something… well, you didn’t know how else to think of it. Vulnerable. 

The anxiety buzzing in your stomach broke formation, clawing its way up your chest the more you thought of him. Your chest constricted, the sounds of people chatting and laughing seeming to get louder still. 

Fuck, this party had turned out to be a total bust. Why couldn’t you just have fun? What was wrong with you? 

A twig snapped right next to you, snapping your focus along with it. You sat up straight again, instinctively looking toward the source of the sound. 

Speak of the fucking devil. Or, you know. Think of him. 

Damon sat down next to you then, deliberately slowly, like you might spook and take off into the woods. Part of you appreciated it, and the other part wanted to elbow him in the ribs. 

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“Nothing. I’m fine,” you lied, your voice sounding separate from your body. 

“Yeah, and I was born yesterday.” 

God, he wasn’t going to leave well enough alone, was he? You sighed, wrestling with the sudden self-destructive urge to make him leave you alone, to blow up the whole night for good. At least then you’d be in control of it. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and Damon’s presence wasn’t helping.You didn’t truly want him to leave either, you knew that much. You just wanted it to stop.  

Suddenly you felt Damon’s hand covering yours, stilling you where your fingernails had been scratching against the uneven surface of the log. You hadn’t even realized you’d been wearing away at it, peeling away layers of wood and dropping them at your feet. 

“I can help you,” he said lowly. 

You really looked at him then, for the first time since he sat down. He turned to you slightly, his eyes wide and genuine, any hint of his usual facade gone from his features. 

He could help you, you realized. You just had to trust him. Like, really, completely trust him. It surprised you how quickly you realized that you did.

You held your wrist out between you, the charm from your vervain bracelet dangling in the space between. “Take it.” 

“You sure?” 

“I trust you, Damon. Take it off.” 

He handled you like something delicate, his touches featherlight. His fingers grazed the skin of your wrist as he undid the clasp, and then it was gone, the piece of jewelry gingerly slipped into his jacket pocket. 

He nodded at you, once, a signal for you to start talking.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” you began, “I don't know…” you set your jaw, overcome with frustration. What could you even tell him? How could you explain this? “Nothing’s even wrong, and I’m supposed to be having fun, but I just–.” 

“Are you scared?” 

You rolled your eyes almost on instinct. “Damon–” 

“Answer the question,” he implored, his eyes unguarded, such clear green in the firelight you almost lost your breath for a different reason. He wasn’t compelling you yet, just asking.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Please, Damon. Make it all go away.” 

He lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, grazing the back of his forefinger across your cheekbone. “I will,” he whispered back, index trailing a line down your jaw until he’d hooked it beneath your chin. You wanted to laugh at that. As if he’d need to hold you there with him, as if you could look away now. “You’re safe now,” he spoke, pupils dilating. “There’s nothing to be scared of here. You don’t need to worry about anything.” Damon lifted his compulsion from you then, adding in his normal tone, “Now, breathe deep for me, can you do that?” 

You felt the tension in your chest dissolve, your breath coming freely now and you sighed, long and deep, in relief. 

“There you go,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. His hand moved to stroke your hair, his thumb resting against your cheek. He looked genuinely relieved. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, tearing your gaze from his so he wouldn’t see you blush. He drew his hand back from you, and the loss was very nearly painful. 

“Anytime.” 

“You don’t think it’s stupid?” you rushed out. You weren’t entirely sure why you said it. He didn’t seem to think it was stupid at all. Maybe you were just terrified that the moment would end. 

“I don’t,” he assured you. You looked back at him to discover his usual smirk had taken over his features. “You’re only human, after all.” 

You scoffed, feeling nervous for an entirely different reason now. 

“I could… I could take it away forever, you know. If you wanted me to. I could– take away your suffering.” 

He looked almost scared to say it, the only time you’d ever heard something like trepidation in his voice. You felt your eyes go wide, your mouth dropping open just the slightest bit. His gaze followed the movement, settling on your parted lips. Oh. 

He couldn’t mean it, though, could he? And if he did… Yeah, Damon’s always been nice to you. But you wouldn’t really consider this nice. This felt like… something else. 

But if he did mean it. Would you let him?

“That’s not a decision for tonight, though,” he said, standing suddenly. For a single second your heart dropped, thinking your moment was over. And then he was holding a hand out to you. “The night is still young, and you’ve got some catching up to do.”

You smiled, taking his hand. “Get me a drink?” 

“She makes requests now,” he scoffed, keeping hold of your hand even as the two of you headed towards the keg.  

“Well, someone keeps giving me what I want.” 

He just hummed in response, pushing a cup into your hand, waiting until you’d lifted it to your lips before he spoke. “You know, your heart’s still beating pretty fast.” 

“Is it?” you asked, feigning innocence as you looked up at him over the rim of your cup. 

You took a sip, setting it down on a nearby stump before adding, “Guess you must be losing your touch.” 

He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching. “Mm. Must be, since there’s clearly no other explanation.” He took that moment to really take you in for the first time, his gaze traveling down the length of your body. Completely unhurriedly, the shameless bastard. “Have I mentioned,” he murmured, eyes snapping back up to yours, “how fucking incredible you look tonight?” 

You couldn’t help it. Your skin flushed under his gaze, your whole body going hot. 

His smirk deepened insufferably. “Losing my touch, huh?”

[yoohyun]

i finally started reading tcf

[mattodore]

found out while putting together matthias's oc page that his name has the exact same etymology and meaning as theo's name...

i’m sure this is information matthias is very normal about…

[phant0m-l0rd]

late night Kaoru sketch~

(digital sketch)

[revenantghost]

[enchanting-aesthetics]

“Good morning, your highness...”

Autumn Prince Edition

[monstersandmaw]

Yeah, no, I totally didn’t start yet another Skyrim playthrough as a grouchy, scrunkly little murder asshole bastard elf... And yes, I deliberately chose the slutty murder glove option for the *aesthetic*. (I love that his little ears show through his hair when you look at him from the back!).

His name is Naethir, he doesn’t like people or politics at all, and he’ll pick your pockets and probably nick an artery on the way out if you’re unlucky, just to keep you quiet. He’s got a soft spot for the orphans and destitute of Skryim though, he really dislikes Nords, is happy to be extremely slutty but is demiromantic so there’s not much chance of him falling in love any time soon because he keeps most people at bow or spell range, and he’s the kind of person who, when told to surrender their weapons, will keep you there all day while little knives and throwing daggers just keep dropping off him. Doesn’t give a shit about history, and only wants to know how much something is worth. Will drink an orc under the table, and regularly does so. Hates leeks, loves sweet rolls.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Next book is Gilded by Marissa Meyer, who also wrote the Cinder series, which I really enjoyed. This one is the Rumplestiltskin story, but better. There's a little bit of gay with some side characters, but I don't mind the main hetero ship. It's playful and witty.

I think I actually enjoy this novel a bit more than the Cinder series. This one is a bit more focused, and I'm getting really invested. A good time investment so far.

[potatoesandsunshine]

Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Summary:

And then she starts going through her notebooks, weary, looking for a solution to yet another problem—because Adaine definitely won’t see it coming.

[spacecasehobbit]

Every so often, I find myself thinking of the kind of story that Billy could have had if it had been Neil who got flayed in S3, instead of Billy.

If it was Neil who went off to work one day, and came back Wrong... not because he came back mean, but because he came back too nice. Too calm, missing all the sneers and casual insults that are usually thrown Billy's way whenever they're in the same room; strangely unconcerned with Billy's life but too concerned with whatever Max and that new friend of hers are up to, instead of offloading "responsibility" for his step-daughter's every move to Billy under threat of violence if he doesn't make her stick to Neil's rules.

And Billy is the only one who notices just how wrong this all is.

Max listens to him about as well as she ever does - which is to say: not at all - when he tries to bring up Neil's behavior with her (admittedly, he probably brings it up with his usual amount of grace and tact, which is to say: also none). It's not like Billy can tell the cops that his dad is acting weird by being too nice, if he was even the sort of person who went to cops to solve his problems. He hasn't exactly cultivated the kind of friendships where they talk about his relationship with his shitty dad, either, so he's exhausted his extremely short list of people who might understand as soon as Max storms off in her usual cloud of pissy, righteous teenage anger at his inability to talk to her without being a dick right off the bat.

And like, he's not even entirely sure why he's bothering to try and understand this new leaf Neil's turned over? Shouldn't it be a good thing that his dad is mostly just ignoring him, that Neil's finally taking a bit of responsibility for the kid whose mom he decided to marry and play happy little family with in the first place?

It's just... it's weird, is all.

It's weird, and it grates at him, and he can't help but drag himself into this mess, looking for trouble even when it doesn't find him first as his dad likes - liked - to say whenever Billy got caught up in the consequences of his own poor decision making.

So long story short, Billy goes from the one always being watched to the one always watching his dad, discovers his dad may or may not be starting some kind of cult with all his (white, male, because the man's definitely got plenty of bigotry that Vecna's perfectly happy to play along with, as long as he gets his army somehow) coworkers, discovers that actually it may be a literal fucking Satan cult or some shit when some of those coworkers and/or his dad start bleeding black (and maybe he catches sight of that new friend of Max's displaying what are definitely magic fucking powers), and winds up stumbling into the midst of the Upside Down plot all on his lonesome just as things are coming to a climax with the melted-people-spidermonster at the brand new mall, of all places.

And maybe Billy's been doing some of his own rather difficult and unpleasant personal introspection and character growth, in between spying on his dad and discovering that his sister and her nerdy little friends know way too much about magic and monsters, but still can't seem to notice just how fucking weird her own step-dad is acting until he goes straight-up feral at their little magic friend, said magical friend shoves him through a brick wall with her brain, and he escapes without so much as a broken bone so far as Billy can tell from his vantage point, hidden what is suddenly looking like a much less safe distance away from whatever-the-fuck-that-was than he'd originally thought.

The point is, Billy's done some thinking of his own. Some growing as a person, even, one might say.

So by the time he follows his dad to the mall, he still honestly has no clue what the hell is going on, but he knows his dad has always been a bastard, and he knows that little magic kid his dad is dragging towards a horror movie spider monster the size of their house might be the only one who can save this stupid nonsense town full of monsters and cornfields and bullshit and maybe, possibly, a few people who don't deserve to die horribly in some insane alien monster apocolypse.

In this universe, instead of El making a last minute, desperate attempt to reach out to Billy with empathy before the Mind Flayer feeds her to the monster, it's Billy who steps in out of nowhere to distract his dad from this random little girl the monster seems to want so badly but isn't gonna get.

Because Neil's been acting weird. He's been ignoring his fuckup of a son, paying too much attention to Max and hasn't even called Billy a delinquent or an irresponsible fuckup or a faggot in nearly a week, and apparently he's possessed by a monster that might literally be from hell.

But Max seemed to think Neil was still somewhere in there when he went crazy on her little magic friend, and maybe she couldn't reach him, but Billy's spent half his life learning just how to push his dad's buttons and get Neil's attention lazer-focused on himself.

Pissing off Neil Hargrove is an artform that Billy's long since perfected.

It feels good to be doing it on purpose because he's trying to stand in front of someone else to keep them safe, for the first time since his mom left and he started thinking he had to care about himself first, since no one else was going to. Doesn't even feel afraid when he tells his dad loud enough for the peanut gallery to overhear that he was right all those years, he raised a filthy fucking faggot who likes dick instead of pussy, that he doesn't give a shit about respect and responsibility if those things are supposed to turn him into a Man like the one that Neil Hargrove's always been.

Billy's always been a disappointment to his father.

Somehow, that fact doesn't sting like it used to.

Now he's got proof his dad hates him enough to shake off a shadow monster from another world just to beat on his own kid, and Billy?

Billy meets his dad's rage with a fucking smile.

For once, his dad's hits don't hurt more than the ache of the physical bruises they'll leave behind, don't come packed with that extra kick of guilt and shame and longing for a dad who loves him. For once, he makes himself get back up, bloody teeth bared with all the feral hatred and rage fostered from years of living in fear of his own father, and he hits back at the man who was already a monster long before he ever got possessed by one from another world.

Billy was never gonna be the kind of son his father wanted, but it's on his own terms now. Because Billy's never gonna be the kind of man his father was, either.

And step one of being a better kind of person is making sure this stupid fucking town and his annoying bitch of a step-sister and all the other weird little nerds and annoying classmates she seems to hang out with and all the other blissfully ignorant hicks sensibly enjoying the 4th of July fair instead of fighting eldritch horrors in the mall, actually survive to see July 5th...

Even if that means fist fighting his dad in the mall while a little magic girl takes advantage of Neil's distraction to take on a melted flesh monster in the background of this brand new form of fucked up mess his life has somehow become.

[tracle0]

Next - here

[foxgirlmoth]

I don't talk about this stuff on here pretty much at all, but a past relationship really broke a ton of bits and pieces of my brain and heart in weird ways (I'm finally thinking about him almost never but the shit he pulled was abusive as hell and still affects me sometimes). Being in love with my current girlfriends for a while felt almost. Painful? Almost like I should be ashamed I can fall so deeply in love with people, and especially how quickly that can happen sometimes too. Thats how it kind of felt. I tend to get overwhelmed with emotions if I'm feeling them very strongly, and that has been extremely embarrassing and also felt almost like I was being a burden to those I love (which love is the main emotion that can 'get dialed up to 11' for me). It IS debilitating in some ways!!! It hasn't gotten bad enough I've been nonverbal in a really really long time but that happened this past week and it was wild to me.

Things are getting better now though! Therapy in the past has helped, and honestly having such patient and understanding partners has made a world of difference ;w;. my wife is someone who was one of my best friends and I had a huge crush on and now I can ask for cuddles and we can nap together and I've fallen so much in love. Her and her presence are literally heaven for me, I don't know if anything has ever made me happier than just laying next to her and feeling her warmth.

Worries of course flare up and I feel like I need to lean on her a lot during those moments, but I don't feel like too much of a burden to her. I love seeing the posts that say stuff like 'Its okay to be a burden' or 'its okay to be annoying' because really truly I think I need to be those things to survive sometimes. I can be 'a lot' and I can be a little bit obsessive and those things aren't inherently bad or evil of me. I just make sure I'm feeling okay during and after and make sure I'm checking in on myself often. I'm a bit of a broken girl, but that doesn't mean I'm not extremely happy and living a life I love. I've written poems and everything about how it feels like it must hurt to love me and my broken jagged edges, but hey, even if it does a little bit, it doesn't mean someone like my girlfriend/wife won't go through a little bit of burden to love me, and I'm more than happy to return all of this and more for her as well if she's ever in need or feels broken ;^;