#i dont like saying that

[beefriedrice]

when i post and get 0 notes it is ok because listen. it's like after a performance u go to get feedback and they're like "i have no notes" like its a good thing ok guys

[bird-of-eternia]

A floppy haired blonde boy chuckled as he hoisted himself out of the freezing water and on the giant wooden door.

"I told you there was room." Like a wet dog he shook his head, water spraying across the girls face. She scooted to the side of the floating door, their only source of refuge from the dark icy water below. She sat, knit her brows together and tried to speak.

"Shhhh, it's okay. We're together again."

The boy, who she recognized now as young Leonardo DiCaprio, scooted closer to her. How big was this door exactly? Why did he have tentacles for legs?

It didn't matter, this was young Leonardo DiCaprio, nay, this was Jack Dawson.

The door seemed to grow under them, now the size of a small sail boat.

"Jack, will we ever be saved?" She asked, her voice no more than a whisper.

Jack Dawson looked at her with his steel blue eyes from underneath his golden tendrils of hair. When did his hair grow to touch his shoulders?

There was no time for questions, pirates could be seen in the distance and this half-man half-tentacled creature that was Jack Dawson had a plan.

"Quickly, before they reach us!" He smashed his cold lips up on hers. It was a cold and impressively wet kiss. Not all together unpleasant but not the most inviting either. His hands drifted to her chest. Jack sighed happily as he fumbled with her breasts. She imagined it was how the dough felt when it was being kneaded into bread.

His tentacle legs slithered around her legs pushing them up and open. Her frilly victorian nightgown falling around her hips.

She felt heat radiate between her thighs, excited. A single writhing tentacle wriggled between her legs.

*Beep beep beep beep*

Eyes still shut tight, Perry slapped the bed in search of the solid rectangle emitting the ghastly alarm. The phone was nearly halfway across the bed crumpled inside her blanket. Squinting, Perry dismissed the alarm.

"Okay okay...you can do this." The words of self encouragement, though well meaning, hung empty in the quiet room. About twenty minutes later Perry hauled herself from bed. Another thirty minutes passed and she stood leaning across her kitchen counter flicking through Instagram reels.

A person doing a tour of their insanely decorated home was holding an old 90's themed picture frame. "I don't know what I'll put in this.....maybe a picture of young Leonardo DiCaprio....a lesbians dream girl "

Perry chuckled. She gave the video a heart before scrolling through other reels. Something about foraging mushrooms, a funny cat video, a girl getting ready with sponsored makeup brands, a hot lumberjack lady cutting wood, a skinny boy in an oversized T-shirt and Bass Pro Shops hat playing a guitar.

Perry clunked the phone down, took a sip of her room temperature coffee, and rubbed her face. It was time for work.

She didn't dislike her job, it was just, work you know? Who actually likes doing the same exact thing over and over and over and over and over and.....you get it.

But at least she could think of young Leonardo DiCaprio and his Jack Dawson octo-boy look alike and chuckle to herself.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[qrowpilled]

hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

[mrtequilasunset]

Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[jvlianbashir]

"haha these alpha trad men really just have dom/sub kinks!" i know misogyny isn't real to a lot of you guys but did you know that some people just actually do genuinely think women are inferior creatures

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[mamawasatesttube]

BTW... PSA.... even if we arent mutuals if youre in my notes regularly theres a Very high chance i am still fond of you. yes im vaguing someones tags on the compliment the person u rbed this from post. but like. positive vaguing? THE POINT IS im weird abt following ppl but IM STILL SENDING U FOND VIBES...

[embraceyourdestiny]

to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:

reading a fucking book. i beg of you.

in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.

read about americas occupations in the middle east.

read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.

read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.

and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.

dont look away from this.

you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.

if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.

you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.

wake the fuck up.

Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help

[heedra]

talking to preschoolers is awesome bc they have not fully differentiated stories into 'true stories' and 'imaginary stories' yet so you will tell them about something that happened you once (coyote came out of a bush right in front of you and got startled) and they will tell you about how one time their house was full of coyotes in every room 'including five in the garage' and they're not even like, aware i think of the idea that they are technically 'lying'. they are simply telling stories about coyotes bc its time to tell stories about coyotes.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[chloesimaginationthings]

What Vanessa was actually thinking during this FNAF scene

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[ot3]

i can't believe that we're doing 'i use bro/dude in a gender neutral way' discourse in 2024 because even without the blatant transmisogyny of being unwilling to make incredibly minor linguistic concessions for the sake of not casually misgendering trans women, 'dont call people things that will upset them' is a concept literal kindergartners are capable of grasping. if someone says 'don't use these words to refer to me, i don't like it' and your response is anything but 'sorry, i won't do it again' then the kindest possible interpretation of your behavior is that you are a huge asshole that nobody should want to hang out with.

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"