#but not anymore!

[flowercrown-bard]

[fugitivehues]

chilled

[simplysummers]

Just had the stunning realisation that they should’ve ditched Chandler and used Sebastian as the swooning gentlemen in the ‘between the sheets’ scene with Kurt during the Whitney tribute episode-

I’m not saying that he would be as gushy, flamboyant or mooneyed as Chandler was, come on it’s Sebastian at the end of the day, but if he were able to strike up a decent conversation with Kurt about music after the initial hostility, they’d be able to somewhat connect, and it would’ve been ever so dreamy ☺️. Not to mention then it would open up the opportunity for Kurt to see the more human side of Sebastian, and although he’s nothing like Chandler, it would allow Seb to be nicer to Kurt too.

And then when Blaine calls the texting scandal ‘cheating’, his argument would be completely null because oh wait…wasn’t he doing the same thing a few months ago? With the same boy???

Checkmate ✌️

[spookyscarysnails]

in stardew valley like in real life... I spend all my money on halloween decorations

[edenwolfie]

✅ spring clean

[friendofthecrows]

The problem: Having a mental breakdown/BAD intrusive thoughts/feeling suicidal BUT I have an assignment I need to get done.

These two things are probably unrelated, but the first is making it nearly impossible to do the second. I desperately want help but have no idea who to ask or how anyone could even help.

Please do not DM me offering to talk. I usually really appreciate it when people do that, but I feel like I have been taking more than I am giving and I can't let any of you help that way right now. If you try, I will not respond.

Advice on what the hell I even do in this situation in the notes is fine, however. I feel like I make the wrong decisions every time a conflict between my mental health and real-world responsibilities comes up, which is a recurring theme due to my being Very Mentally Ill. I am often having some sort of crisis. This makes it difficult to do things reliably, but I Need To. You cannot challenge the idea that I need to get things done and be functional. I understand it's harmful to tie your worth to productivity, but my brain is going But Not For ME, I cannot let myself be useless. (evil bad harmful thoughts. do not think these thoughts.)

[artistic-shadow]

I’m not dead! I swear!

I dragged my ass back to this app because Twitter is going down the drain and Insta makes me want to pull my hair out just scrolling, let alone posting anything. So here I am! I dunno if anybody still pays attention to my online presence but my recent fixations should hopefully bring in a few more people lol. Expect some Steven Universe oc posts and doodles of Sam Bridges :)

[livlepretre]

Dear author

I was reading fe50 and suffered from a lot of emotions that have successfully unsettled me. As a reader it is my desire to share some of them with you.

"I saw the way the two of you were together earlier today. Thick as thieves." There's something knife-sharp in his tone

Do you expect me to believe that this… friendship between the two of you sprung up overnight?" He hurls the word friendship at her the way another might throw out the word affair. Like it's a betrayal.

I came to hear you confirm it," Klaus eventually bites out.

"That Elena is my friend?" Rebekah asks. "That we passed a happy summer together lolling about in the manor gardens and reading Russian poetry?"

"Is that all though?"

"I don't kiss and tell, Nick."

Klaus is silent for so long after that that Elena wonders if he may have actually left.

Her heart catches a little when she first lays eyes on Stefan. Dressed in a neat dark suit with a stark white shirt and slim black tie, he could be dressed to take her to the 60s dance. To the place where she'd first met Klaus, she realizes with a jolt—or, at least, the first time she had known it was him.

Elena gathers herself to face him. Prepares herself for his cold barbs, his disinterested appraisal. Is surprised by the heat she sees burning in his eyes instead.

He's still staring at her with an unnerving singularity of focus when she finally gathers her reply. If not for that breach in the wall of his emotions, for that spark of heat in his watchful gaze,

"Not that you're a trinket," she assures Elena.

"Well, not Stefan's at least," Elena adds.

Klaus glances up at her at this, but she resists the temptation to look his way.

Even Klaus, quietly and steadily drinking across the table from her, doesn't bother her.

It's easy not to look at him when she can feel him looking at her.

Stefan nudges her when he jokes with her about the mismatched couple at the next table over, or maybe it's the warmth of the alcohol lighting her up and making it possible for her to laugh with him, making it possible for her to nudge him back and point out that he and the man with the wife who obviously doesn't love him back are dressed just the same.

Elena watches as he approaches a lovely woman in her forties standing over by the bar, her black hair loose around her shoulders. When he leans down to whisper something in her ear, she throws back her head and laughs, her fingers brushing against Klaus's suit jacket. A gesture he would never allow from her, yet tolerates from this total stranger. A moment later, Elena does recognize the stranger though—it's the woman from the next table over—the one who had so obviously not loved her husband back. Klaus's hand ghosts over the sliver of bare skin exposed by the plunging back on the woman's dress, a slow caress. A seduction.

Klaus has his own prey tucked close to his side—the same woman he had chatted up before, apparently not bright enough to escape him when she had the chance. Klaus leans over and whispers in her ear every now and then, whatever he says causing the woman to tremble like a rabbit.

He came absolutely untethered when he discovered I'd led Mikael to you, but he left in such a rush to get to you that I assumed he was saving his wrath for after he'd rescued you."

Yours faithfully ,

Reader .

This made my heart explode. Thank you 💙💙💙💙💙💙

[musicprincess1990]

Well... that worked out better than expected.

Here's an updated link for Chapter 13 of I Know No Other Way. The story progression hasn't changed, but I've nipped and tucked and fine-tuned several passages to make it flow more easily. You're not required to reread the chapter, but if you want to, here it is. I am SO MUCH happier with it now! 😄

[chibitabathasloves]

patron saint of atmospheric and spooky writing!! lets us waltz from the dead has its hands in my heart

I didn't see this because tumblr was bullying me! Hopefully I can get back to spooky atmospheric writing soon! I am busy working on my secret thing for Hannigram Tropefest. And because I was feeling weird, I was also working on an unreleased fic where Will is part of the Addams Family. It's probably where all my spooky is being dumped into. I promise to get back to Waltz soon!

[wizardpotions]

Christmas as a cultural icon is starting to get really dystopian in a climate sense, december has historically been a time of year in which there would be snow in a significant portion of europe and north america, and the fact that its not even icy this time of year and all the christmas songs and decorations reference a time of year that will likely never exist in the same way again in my life time is so strange.

[phosphorus-noodles]

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[dracoj]

what they dont tell you about adulthood is that it’s startlingly easy to go long periods of time without having any fun at all not even a little bit. btw this makes ur brain try to kill you with knives and hammers.

[fairycosmos]

ping ponging back and forth between seeing immense beauty everywhere and feeling deeply like i am in hell