#its not that long

[yenyenlive]

Picayune Dreams good game

[protectmypeople]

A new era

@kizhavvorsa

A nervous air filled the intimate space of his carriage, fingers fiddling with the collar of his blouse, leg bouncing erratically. Bellamy had been dreading this event since the carefully crafted invitation had been left on his desk. The royal wax seal, the thick envelope had told him enough about the ordeal, and he had thrown it away with immediacy. Certain that an elaborate lie would be enough to cite reasoning for his lack of attendance. Yet, Octavia had found it, eager to leave the Blake Manor and desperate to enter into high society. For weeks it had all she had been capable of speaking about. The lights, the gowns, the Alpha’s in attendance, who would even be attending? Bellamy had heard quite enough, and even now was being drowned out by his sister’s ramblings.

The evening had a multitude of events scheduled, every unmated suitor, and recipient of age had been cordially invited to an evening of courtship. It had been years since the last ball had been held, the royal court deciding rather abruptly that their lands hadn’t produced enough mated pairings for the kingdom's liking. Now, they all had to endure an entire evening of formality, accompanied by the intense pheromones of every Alpha, Beta & Omega in their small kingdom. “Bel, stop messing with your collar.” She ordered, her hand coming up to gently swat at his own. Bellamy huffed, but settled for folding his hands in his lap.

The full moon hung bright in the evening sky, the stars glittering beautifully in the cloudless night. Suddenly the carriage slowed to a crawl, and he quickly realized that they were arriving. Gazing out the window, the front of the manor was decorated beautifully, clearly no expense was spared, torches lining the long column of stairs, banners of the mating ceremony hung in every possible direction. As if you could somehow miss it. There had been specific instructions within every envelope that you must show your standing with your eyes. He had found this a bit ridiculous, yet as they exited the carriage, Octavia wrapping her perfectly clothed hand around his arm, he immediately understood why. The scent of the partygoers hit all at once, there would be no way to discern who was an Alpha or an Omega in this pure mess. The scents mingled in the air, and he felt his canines ache with the need to assert his dominance over the situation. While Octavia’s eyes turned blue, for her Beta Heritage his own turned Red, a simple show that he was in fact an Alpha.

Escorting her inside was an easy task, a few Alpha’s glanced their way evidently recognizing the rather reclusive Blake siblings. However, indoors the event was clearly well underway, a small concerto played in the corner, lively music flowing throughout the ballroom with practiced ease. Alpha, Beta & Omega alike were talking amongst themselves, courtship demonstrations well underway as some Alpha’s had omegas crowded around them, while some stood to the side, eagerly attempting to filter through the onslaught of scents in the large space. Bellamy felt his eyes shift across the room, Octavia already leaving his side to eagerly go mingle. Drawing in a large breath, he crossed the room, maneuvering himself through the crowd, senses overloaded as his eyes snapped to meet a few spiteful stares. Bellamy knows he was the bastard son of one of the most trusted Duke’s to the King. The man had felt pity on his mother, and left her a sizable Manor to raise her children. After his mothers passing, it had fallen to him, the title of Duke was his, as he was the only surviving heir. It had been quite the scandal at the time. Tension seeped into his shoulders, eager to avoid any and all interaction, he distractedly made his way to the sidelines before accidentally bumping into someone, quickly grabbing the offending person’s shoulder’s to steady them. “Are you alright..?”

[birdiebortnik]

Here we are again, wondering if I can get away with including an entire Byron poem in this chapter

[iamfruitie]

I'm finallycurrently working on the last prompt from Kinktober 2021 (orgy with Dark's aura making them all horny)

And...like...it's starting to get a lot longer than I thought it was going to be XD

[lucithecrow]

JUST STAB ME IN THE HEART THEN, FUCK

[wormy-business]

I saw this question posed on tiktok, but I think Tumblr would really enjoy it too.

If a fae creature offered to give one million dollars for a bone FROM YOUR BODY chosen at random, how many bones would you allow them to take?

Light clarifications; The fae is not the one choosing the bones. The bone is taken at random. Each bone, no matter the size or importance, is worth a full million dollars. You must also declare the exact number first, you can't go bone-by-bone. You either say 2 or you say 10, you can't work your way up to a higher number. The bones are removed instantaneously, and the money is given immediately as well. You will not get in government trouble for acquiring the money.

Tell me in the tags/replies how many bones you'd let the fae take. And as always, reblog for bigger sample size.

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

[lokh]

communication is key 💪

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[lovelenivy]

mouse bites™

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[elexuscal]

Danny Phantom, The Show:

geeky kid gets super powers from his parents' weird inventions! now he has to fight a rogue gallery of ghosts... but uh-oh! he still has to keep his grades up, deal with his embarrassing parents, and navigate girl troubles! rap theme song!

Danny Phantom, the Fandom, After 19 Years of Fermentation:

a child dies. but not quite. the inherent tension between life and death. the obsession of the dead for faded remnants of the living. warped green shadows on the walls of a dark laboratory. having to hide your true nature from those who should be your greatest allies. the fear of the monster you could become if you let yourself. being a ghost as a metaphor for the trans experience. a cold breath on the back of your neck in the dead of the night. rap theme song!

[almendramatic]

he couldn't handle a gentle kiss from Husk

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather