#i’m tired.

[rebelrayne]

calling it now: we’re coming back from ca and our partner is going to be like “omg I saw what you did how could you” but it was amelia in the postcard they saw and not mc.

this is misunderstanding island now.

[idkfitememate]

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…

… I can see you. Watching.

Can you feel me? Breathing down your neck?

I want to sink my teeth into your flesh.

<3

I don’t deserve it and I know.

Im a bad dog.

I constantly bark and bite, and I’m sorry.

I am so so sorry.

I can’t help it, not when everyone I’ve met had silenced me.

Shoving a muzzle on my maw and shocking my collar.

They hurt me.

You haven’t.

But it’s still so hard to trust.

I would bleed for you.

I will bleed for you.

Will you let me bleed for you?

I need to bleed for you, it’s the only way I can prove my loyalty.

Last time I laid belly up they split me in two with a knife, tearing through me.

My claws are too sharp.

I injure myself on them, trying to get to you.

I am a pathetic whining and whimpering mess on the ground.

For you.

Only for you.

I know I’m a bad dog.

It’s hard to forget when they drilled it into me.

With whips and lashes, punches and kicks, shouts and grins of sharp teeth.

That’s why I have to prove myself to you.

So you don’t leave me.

Please don’t leave me.

I’m scared of the dark.

[nocontextbfdi]

[skoulsons]

“I love you”

It’s quiet and muffled in her hair, but it’s there. It’s real, coming from the one person she’d never doubt it from.

They never needed to say it. They don’t need to. Their loves come out in the way her cheek rests against his shoulder during Friday night movie nights and in how his lips kiss the hair above her ear every morning. Their loves are known in every baby girl and old man that’s said with every ounce of endearment or sarcasm. Their love is found in the way their hands fit together or how they watch each other in the mundane activities.

It’s unexpected to hear, and a part of Ellie wants to ignore it. She wonders if Joel meant to even say it, or if his inner monologue happened to slip past in a moment of vulnerability.

But she takes it and everything she knows it means and she squeezes him tighter to let him know she heard him.

She still debates saying it. If she’s ready to, verbally, at least. It’s no doubt she does. Way too much has happened in their time together to not look at him and for a quick I love you to cross her mind every time.

But actually saying it is a different story, so she settles on squeezing his middle tighter and snuggling her face a little further into his chest.

It’s not until the morning when she brews his coffee does she think he deserves to hear it.

Or see it, at least.

She pours his mug to the top and leaves it atop the counter, a note beside it.

Granted, she was nervous as hell to actually write it out and it took her five minutes of standing there, thinking back to the moments in their journey when the proof of their love only seemed to grow and prosper.

But when she hears him stirring upstairs and knows he’ll be down any minute, she pushes past her thoughts and grabs a nearby pen

She scribbles on a ripped piece of paper and sits it next to his mug, quickly grabbing her bag and running out the door before Joel is all the way down the stairs.

Joel is descending the stairs as she closes the door, shutting down his attempt at calling out for her.

The familiar smell of coffee makes him smile knowing she woke up early to make him some. And when he finds his mug and the note beside it, his smile only grows wider.

I love you :) is scratched on the ripped paper. The L is capitalized and tail of her Y is a bit long, but it makes Joel laugh. Her smiley face is crooked and Joel wonders if she’s ever written a note with a smiley face before.

She had a life before you.

She did, but it wasn’t nearly as good as the one she’s been given with him.

He relishes in the chicken scratch writing and the goofy, though endearing looking smile she thought was important enough to add to the note.

He keeps the note tucked in his shirt pocket for safe keeping.

And when they both get home that evening, they don’t mention it. Joel’s smile is a little brighter and his voice is a little softer and he’s a little more affectionate. Ellie has more of a pep in her step and she clings to him a little more and she laughs a little harder.

[smoreal]

Okay probably totally off the mark here but what if Gerald wanted to create Shadow in the exact image of Super Sonic, a la gold and red color palette, but Maria said ‘but my favorite color is black…’ and Black Doom was like ‘make him black, Gerald. And give him a cool red strip like me.’

[ddejavvu]

I just spent thirty minutes looking for one Lego piece that I fumbled

[spirgender]

[jupiter-descending]

trying to continue on with your plans for life with an undiagnosed Something is like. you have a low level fever for days and can’t do anything about it. people tell you you’re too young to feel this way, and most people find the pain goes away with tylenol. you have bottles and bottles of pills but you’re in pain anyway. you use a cane but don’t feel like you deserve to. you can’t afford to go to the doctor, you’re not even sure you can afford rent. you’re trying to make grad school and following the career path you’ve wanted your entire life and living in a city work. you’re not sure if you can keep doing this much without destroying yourself. you go to work. something’s wrong. you go to class. something’s wrong. you go to the grocery store. something’s wrong. you call your mom. something’s wrong. something’s wrong. something’s wrong. and what can you do about it? how can you even begin to ask for help when you don’t know what’s happening?

[r1n-b0w]

if I … hypothetically.. made an edit blog.. what would I HYPOTHETICALLY make the theme too..

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

Controversial (United States) opinion that shouldn’t be controversial, from someone that lives in the USA

on the Freedom of Speech amendment (USA):

“freedom of speech” protects your right to stand up to the government, to protest in ways that could otherwise be outlawed (such as burning the country flag or posting about what they’re doing wrong on social media).

“freedom of speech” does not mean you will be pardoned for every crime that involved you speaking about something unrelated to government protest.

“freedom of speech” does not mean that there won’t be consequences from your fellow citizens if you choose to use that ‘freedom’ to harm others.

it does not mean that you have the right to verbally abuse, verbally harass, threaten, or use your words in a hate crime against someone (especially under protected statuses, like gender identity, sexual/romantic orientation, race, etc.).

it does not mean that you can tell fellow voters you hope their queer/trans children die or get assaulted if they don’t want to vote for Biden, or Trump, or whomever*.

(* this has actually happened to our adoptive ren E (they/them) repeatedly about our little brother Q (he/they). yes, admitting they don’t like Biden due to the shit he’s allowing, doing, encouraging, etc. has actually gotten these kinds of comments...from democrat/“liberal” Biden supporters, of all people. they told ren E that they hope Q dies.)

it does NOT mean you can say whatever you want about everything, forever. it protects your speech against the government only.

so no, freedom of speech does not prevent you from being arrested for hate crime, harassment, abuse, etc.

no, it does not protect you from being kicked out of a business after verbally harassing/abusing or sexually harassing an employee (or many employees).

no, it does not protect you from fellow citizens counter-protesting or from them telling you that you are factually incorrect.

no, it does not protect you from legal repercussions if you use your online presence to bully, harass, abuse, etc. other people, or if you doxx people, or if you threaten someone or their child.

Freedom of Speech is part of Freedom to Protest. they go hand in hand.

you have the right to say ‘hey I don’t like the government doing [insert atrocity here (Palestine, Iraq, etc.)] / passing [insert a law or policy that hurts people]’.

you do not have the freedom to say ‘fuck you and your whole culture/country/gender/identity/etc.’ to another person.

I don’t expect this to go far but I wanted to say it...somewhere. and here is the best bet because FB would lose its mind & the algorithm might bite my ass if I openly call Palestine an atrocity or call out...anything, really. they repress content like this.

(Facebook is very anti free speech (/srs), funny enough (/sarcastic, frustrated); it suppresses pro Palestine content but doesn’t remove the most hateful bullshit spread all over its platform...and pro Palestine is, in fact, speaking up against the government.)

you (general/nbh) should be more angry about Facebook and TikTok and Twitter suppressing anti government anything (pro Palestine, pro LGBT+ progress, ‘we should actually fund schools’, etc.). you (general/nbh) should be less angry about laws that protect people from harm.

that is all.

(this was inspired by USA newspaper lash-back on Scotland’s new anti hate crime law. maybe the law isn’t perfect, but it’s a step in the right direction, & it is not an infringement on freedom of speech.)

(incase this breaks containment: hateful replies, reblogs, asks, etc. will be blocked)

~Nico (he/they)

[tealbeats]

some changes.

I’ve had a really rough work week and now my personal life isn’t so great either. On and off crying at work because I’m so overwhelmed and frustrated over both my job and my life.

Few changes.

Might end up changing my url. I don’t know yet, bc idk this feels sour now but it may be jsut because I’m overwhelmed with so much on my shoulders collapsing

I am open to ship KaynEz now, so if anyone is interested in plotting that, feel free to dm me, but be aware I am ship exclusive so if it works out I’m not shipping with another Kayn romantically ( you can ship with whoever you please ).

I may not be around a lot today because I’m just exhausted both mentally, physically and emotionally. Not anyone’s fault, just everything catching up to me at once. I will talk a bit in discord dms probably.

I’m clearing out drafts and asks so everything fresh. I might keep some idk. I know I owe starters still, i might have to scrap those too for now.

[nomazee]

okay confession time i actually have yet to completely finish the 2.1 hsr story update and i think im almost at the end and this is really emotional why did i almost CRY

[st-louis]

“he should be an [x] instead!” “the only valid [x]!!!” “i hate the habs but i love [x]” can you guys please just make your own posts so i don’t have to deal with you

[sweetheart-satoru]

JJK CHAPTER 236 😐.

gege i said fucking take off his shirt not his WHOLE FUCKING UPPER HALF

[zjpg]

i’m stressed actually

[cashew-milkk]

no islamic talk is complete without my mom insinuating that my “choice” of being queer and trans is gonna lead me to a stray path away from jannah. so lovely. you can either have a happy trans and queer kid (doomed to jahannam) or have a miserable closeted one that represses their feelings so much to the point of contemplating suicide. every day. (also doomed to jahannam) which is what’s happening right now actually. and my friends wonder why i don’t like talking about islam… sigh…