#no not afraid of me. i think afraid of disappointing me. theyd come to me for approval

[handweavers]

thinking about this tiny extremely autistic kid in my middle school program for kids too mentally ill for normal public school who brought his electric guitar to school everyday (it was taller than him) and he'd sit in a giant cardboard box and play tabs during math lessons. we were in 7th grade and he was doing math books for 3rd graders. he liked to cluck like a chicken and did a lot of flapping and he almost never left the box that was dubbed his chicken coop and i was the only one who wasn't mean to him about any of it so he'd let me sit in the box with him and help him with his schoolwork and he'd follow me around during breaks from class cause he knew i wouldn't let the other kids be cruel to him. i used to ruffle his hair affectionately and it would make him smile and blush. he had a pet rat that he really loved and talked about often and i'd call him rat boy as a nickname and he liked it when i did that. when we went on field trips he'd sit with me on the bus and we'd talk about music and he'd tell me about different animals he liked. when i started playing guitar i'd bring mine to school sometimes and play with him and it made him really happy. he used to come to school with bruises on his face a lot and i didn't ask. he went back to regular public school for high school and i never saw him again.

[evilrwbyfan]

ive always sort of had the idea of pomnori being a complicated relationship that goes from hate to some weird conception of love, i just dont think they would like each other at first. neither of them seem to be very open to letting people in and that would definitely create some distance between them, especially in how they go about it

to me, nori is afraid of vulnerability and to confront things like that because of the impact of the past and spending so much time alone just naturally stunts anyone from being able to connect to people normally

and then pomni… honestly i have no idea what her deal is! shes just an introvert who needs to warm up to others, im sure theres some unresolved issues with her as well but when you dont really remember anything from before the circus theres not much you can do at that point

i feel like pomni would probably see nori as a “secondary jax” in a way, nori is obviously not like jax or even really rude at all but i feel like she would unintentionally come off that way when shes actually just antisocial. but i also think nori would just think pomnis annoying at first, yet there would be something that draws them to one another

i know i bring up noris family a lot in pomnori posts but i just feel like it could be their gateway into whatever their relationship is, nori hasnt seen her family in years and is afraid to even try getting back into contact because she KNOWS she fucked up and she feels like theyd hate her if they dont already do… and i think pomni would resent her for it. now pomni is an understanding person, if nori was to open up about all of this she’d try to get noris side, but i feel like even if she DID understand it wouldnt change that underlying anger

now i dont know how much pomni cares about stuff such as family, but i think it would make sense regardless. pomni cant go back to her family or friends nor can she even REMEMBER them, she has nothing of her past life except for maybe a distant memory or two but aside from that? nothing. the fact nori has this freewill and can be with her family or anybody she wants to and just… doesnt take that? she’d WILLINGLY keep herself from the people she once knew just so she could screw around? now i know nori isnt irresponsible, in the show she very obviously was working hard to make up for her past mistakes and she was disappointed in herself, but what i mean by “screw around” is what shes been doing with pomni. Hanging out XD

i typically draw nori flirting/coming onto pomni often, i see nori as someone who kind of avoids facing reality. she distracts herself with flings and short relationships and DEFINITELY FANTASY (this is uzis mom we are talking about), so i think she definitely does that with pomni. but i also believe theres a genuine attraction as well, its just sort of complicated because pomni doesnt really like her much til idk later on… havent figured out what exactly will make them click but ya

also dont ask me how pomni and nori can be in the same space or how this universe even works, i dont know and i dont care enough to figure it out! by the way, im aware noris coping mechanism might not make much sense taking in how she is in the actual show, but this is all headcanon and just for fun so! who cares? plus we dont know enough about nori to really tell for this sort of stuff anyway

[taxfraudhousewife]

i’m so afraid of doing things with people i don’t know

and i’m so afraid of making new friends

and i’m very afraid of going to jail and disappointing my mom

getting caught would disappoint her

and i’m afraid of excuses for police to do what they’re told

i’m scared if they knocked the door down theyd trample mushu

and like potentially kill my mom obviously but she can handle herself

mushu can’t handle shit

he doesn’t fucking know anything

i think it’s easier if it’s immediately life or death

that’s so revolutionary and original and creative

i think i have to do what natalia’s doing but in the opposite direction

can’t take apart the masters house with the masters tools but a military is a military

stupid

i know it takes more than a military but i think we have enough artists who aren’t getting things done

i know it’s impossible on purpose

i know you’d say i’m just in the right place at the right time

you’d say there’s places with sufficient militaries and they need artists

but i think maybe that might be a bunch of wishy washy voodoo hoodoo islam shit

im not saying all the mutual aid shit is stupid it’s great

it just feels like the only way to stop the necessity of mutual aid is to go absolutely fucking apeshit

fuck your voodoo hoodoo islam shit fuck your chicken strips

i hate you so much for not being big scary vaguely brown coded religious fundamentalist

i hate you for not being white like me

i hate you for not having the hate in your heart that only comes from being white

i hate you for being an effeminate rice and corn eater

i hate you for not being man enough to kill and eat red meat

i hate you for leaving me without any choice but to go full white girl

i hate you for the ecological niche you never filled

i hate you for making me feel like the whitest white girl to ever white girl

couldn’t you dump it onto someone who sees more sunlight

[ghost-of-the-machine]

im so ashamed actually!!!!!!!!!!! so terribly ashamed i feel like the most disgusting person in the world, cuz thats how intense my brain works it thinks like. oh have yr friends ever called furries weird or implied they thought furries were weird? that means they think you are weird which means they basically want nothing to do with you you should kill yourself NOW!!!!!! i said damn bitch!!!!!! god forbid a man be passionate about. things.

it really is just cuz it has nothing to do with them i think thats one of the core reasons, its completely unrelated and i dont think theyd be interested so... do not RISK IT. maybe im selfish, i just.. i cant stand the thought of something i do being unappealing to them, i cant stand the thought of them looking away. any little thing could be a huge thing!!!! could be the worst thing ever actually could be the end of all things could ruin this

do i think being a furry is going to ruin my relationships? realistically, no. why would it? ive ALWAYS been a furry artist, so.. why am i so scared? sorry if you have to see this its very VERY embarrassing but LORD i am not winning the mental illness rn dear god

its like my head constantly makes hurdles for itself, but like. FOR OTHER PEOPLE. like okay.. they dont hate you cuz yr trans, cool cool... they dont hate you cuz yr have bpd, surprisingly!!!! alright. they dont hate you cuz yr fat, right.. but heres this NEW thing, they SURELY will hate you cuz you draw anthros like you are FUCKED say goodbye to everything dipshit. erm........... whats it gonna be next? theyll hate yr taste in fictional men, thatll do it!!! theyll hate yr music taste, theyll hate you for yr mental illness (not that one, the other one. they were fine with that one but THIS one theyll hate you for surely)

it pisses me off too, i KNOW my friends are good people. i dont seriously THINK that of them, i dont think theyre vicious and waiting to toss me away at any turn but... im still scared of it. i said it before, im scared ill be the one to bring that out of them like im somehow SO terrible ill make the best people ive ever met turn on me like that. FOR DRAWING FURRIES? are you actually stupid (yes)

i cant blame myself too much im. doing the best i can im unmedicated untherapied im . IM DOING PRETTY GOOD for someone whos been carrying several weird ailments and still just chugging along, i manage my symptoms when i can i do my best!!! but fighting yr own brain is FUCKING HARD... why is bro sabotaging me? why is it making me impulsive and scared like that? stupid quit it!!!! i got furries to draw i MISS IT SO MUCH I MISS MY GUYS. IM JUST... im a coward!!!!! i cant ever be like. well so what, who cares what they think? ME BITCH I CARE WHAT THEY THINK.. i hear everything they say, i remember all the things they say they like and dont like, and i internalize it subconsciously. they think this is weird and they personally dont like it? alright well you dont have much of an opinion on it OR you do actually like it so thats BAD we need to cut that shit immediately you will feel SHAME for something harmless cuz you think itll make them keep you longer

dont you get tired of it? YEAH i get real fuckin tired of it. so many times ive tried to like.. force myself back into what i love but as embarrassing as it is to admit, in my head their opinion on things is greater than my own. i struggle with putting people on a pedestal and ive actually been doing REALLY WELL with that like no they are my equals they are my best friends i love them i give them kiss but. The Horrors 💀 like i said it all comes out of fear, fear of being rejected and left to DIE ALONE IN THE COLD. do i think thatll ever happen? no!!! but do i fear it? absolutely. its less of like 'i see you as better than me' and more of 'im afraid to disappoint you and make you leave' which i feel like is pretty standard for someone like me

WHATEVERRR i should stop being such a litle bitch about it, ill try. i just hate feeling like everything i do is a test, i hate feeling so unsure about myself, if i move too fast itll shatter. it wont!!!! relax 🙄

[clonecest-bin-account]

hey i hope its okay i slap two reqs in here. can you write nsfw for rex/dogma in the verse of meeting and the connected fics? also, dont think ive ever seen it before, but hardcase/hound and grizzer because the mandolorian confirmed that the best quality of massifs are their wiggles and i think theyd be good dog parents (im sorry if you get this twice my internet timed out but im not sure if it sent)

(Don’t worry, I don’t mind the double prompts! I’m going to post the Rex/Dogma one today and the Hardcase/Hound one tomorrow, I hope that’s okay with you!)

(This fic is part of this series)

(Fic under the cut)

The next morning, things are less awkward than they should be: Rex wakes up, joins Dogma - who was already awake - on the couch, mutters a “good morning”, and they stay there for a while, not speaking. Not the worst thing that could’ve happened.

There’s one question hanging in the air, however, and sooner or later, one of them will have to talk about it.

Weirdly enough, it’s Rex the one who speaks up first. “You said we should talk.”

“Yes, I said that,” Dogma calmly replies.

“So… What should we exactly say?” Rex says. Ok, now things are starting to get awkward.

 “Well… I’ll be honest, Rex,” Dogma begins. “Even if I really like it here in the Guard, I always missed you. I always held you in such a high esteem, then Krell came and… and for a moment, that esteem was shattered.” He lowers his gaze. “In the end, I was the one who was wrong. I should’ve seen that coming, and instead I remained blind to everything.”

“Dogma--”

Dogma raises his hand and Rex shuts up immediately.

“I felt like such a disappointment, and when we met again, I thought that I finally had the chance to make it up to you…”

Rex stays silent for a moment, his gaze weighting heavily on Dogma, who even lowers his eyes in order not to look at it. Then, he replies. “Dogma, first of all, you weren’t a disappointment.”

Dogma looks about to retort, but now it’s Rex the one who shushes him. “It was a difficult situation. There’s no need of making it up to me. At least I hope you haven’t stuck with me just because of that--”

“No!” Dogma immediately exclaims. “No, that’s not why I did it! It’s because, along the way, I… I fell. I-In love, I mean…”

“And yet you rejected me yesterday,” Rex points out, tone carefully neutral.

“That’s because I was afraid you were doing it just because you were desperate and I was the only one present, I didn’t--”

“Dogma, that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” Rex interrupts him, grabbing his hands and squeezing them. “I’ve been harboring the same feelings for a while too. I never said anything before because it never seemed the right moment. I’m sorry I’ve led you to believe that I didn’t return them.”

 Dogma remains silent, observing Rex.

Then, in a flash, he moves, taking Rex’s face between his hands and seizing his lips. The other falls back for the surprise, landing with his back on the couch, and Dogma takes advantage of this to sit on his lap without stopping kissing him. Rex, however, doesn’t stay still, and after grabbing Dogma by the hips, he responds in kind, kissing back with the same force.

He makes a whine escape Dogma’s lips when he takes his lower lip between his teeth and sucks, making him tremble from head to toe. “Reeeex,” he whines, grinding his body against the other’s. Rex can already feel a small bulge pressing against his own.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck me.”

Rex wasn’t expecting Dogma to be this direct, but kriff if it isn’t hot. “Do you have slick?” he asks, and Dogma nods.

Oh, he’s going to fuck him good alright.

 He’s as careful as ever in the way he prepares him, not wanting to hurt him in any way.

It’s hard not to gaze at the way Dogma shivers and arches upon his touch, at how flushed his face looks, at the way his lips hang open as he moans, even sticking his tongue out a bit… That’s it, Rex can’t resist anymore. In a moment he leans down, pressing his body against Dogma, kissing him until they’re both out of breath, and still even then it’s hard to pull away.

“Rex!” Dogma whines as the other twists his fingers inside him just right. “Please!”

It’s endearing how eager for it he already is, but Rex can’t deny sharing the same sentiment. “You sure?” he still asks, just to be certain. Last thing he needs is to get Dogma hurt because they wanted to get on with it faster than they should’ve had.

There’s nothing uncertain in the way Dogma nods, however. “Yes, please… I’m ready.”

Well, if he’s sure…

 Rex removes his fingers, using them to coat his cock in lube. He shivers as he touches himself, but he tries to keep himself in check in order not to let go too early - he still has to get inside Dogma, for Prime’s sake.

Once he lines himself up over Dogma’s entrance, he shoots him another look, to which Dogma nods in response. “Please, please, please, please…”

With that ringing endorsement, Rex pushes inside, unable to contain his voice as he feels Dogma enveloping him. So good…

Once he bottoms out, he remains still, giving Dogma time to get used to the intrusion. “Ok?” he asks, caressing Dogma’s cheek.

“Yeah… Yeah, it’s fine,” the other replies, prompting Rex to begin slowly rocking his hips in and out, in and out. Dogma moans and his hands shoot up to hold onto Rex’s large shoulders, burying his fingernails into them; it burns a little, but Rex doesn’t find himself minding.

 “Rex! Rex! Rex!” Dogma’s voice is filling the room, and it encourages Rex to keep going, thrusting deeper, faster. He wants to make Dogma see stars.

The more he goes on, the closer he finds himself to coming; looking at Dogma, he seems on the same boat. “Dogma…” Rex mutters, pressing their foreheads together, making Dogma open his eyes and their gazes meet. “Together?”

A nod. “Together,” he replies then, holding onto Rex with even more strength than before as Rex pushes and pushes and pushes and…

They do come indeed together, clinging onto each other, keeping close, whispering each other’s names like a prayer. It’s a lot, but not in a bad way; they feel so connected to each other. So good…

 Even once Rex pulls away, they still remain entangled, without any intentions to move.

Rex nuzzles his nose against Dogma’s neck, making him chuckle and draw him in for a kiss to which Rex responds in kind. When they pull away, they press their foreheads together.

“Do you have to go?” Dogma asks, then, a small frown on his face.

Well, Rex should go, but… “I’ll stay here for another while,” he reassures him.

Sure, he will have to leave soon, but for now all he wants is to bask in Dogma’s warmth a bit longer. Judging by Dogma’s smile at those words, he feels the same.

Tag list: @maulusque @captainrexwouldnever If you want to be added feel free to let me know!

[squidproquoclarice]

Lil’ Arthur and Sadie meeting for the first time and how it went. Always wondered how these 2 would be like as kids.

I didn’t get to do as much with this as you may have liked, but given the timeline, Sadie’s only two years old by the time Arthur’s all the way out in California and Oregon, so she had to be younger than that for them to meet in Tumbleweed.  I doubt either of them clearly remember this brief encounter, but she’s a year and a half here, and Arthur is six.  So this ended up a bit more Arthur and Beatrice than Arthur and Sadie, but I hope you still enjoy a bit of BB!Sadithur all the same.  ;)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~November 1869Tumbleweed, New AustinThey’d run from Rhondda, and now they were running from Armadillo too, one step ahead of the law again.  Apparently Lyle’s lofty ambitions had gotten him in the end again–a stagecoach, he said.  She wished he would stop with all of that.  So now here Beatrice was in Tumbleweed, provisioning for the trip to Oregon or maybe California or whatever point Lyle had decided would be their next stopover, because by this point she found it hard to believe it could be anything but temporary.  Her man was in the saloon, and she only hoped he wouldn’t lose too much money while he was there.  The cards rarely favored him anyway, and it tended to make him drink more than was good for him.  The shopkeeper’s boy helped her bring the supplies out: flour, sugar, oats, bacon, saleratus, so many things.  Stepping out on the porch, she saw Arthur where she had left him, though now he’d apparently made some friends, both human and canine.  Sitting on the worn boards, petting a black-and-white dog whose tail was wagging with delight, there were two younger children sitting there with him, all three children’s fair hair shining in the strangely bright November desert sun.  As if they could all have been hers–though she thought more often than not that given the life she lived, it was better that it was only Arthur for now, and perhaps for always.  The boy looked to be about three, the same age she’d lost David, and she still missed him so fiercely.  The little girl, maybe a year or so, and she’d always wanted a girl.“Gotta be nice,” Arthur insisted earnestly, watching the other two kids, the boy now happily stroking the dog between the ears.  “You pulled her tail, that ain’t nice.”  He glanced at the girl.  “How about you?  You wanna pet him?”She cocked her head, looking at him with a look of intense concentration.  “Want dog?”  She pointed to the dog, still basking in the attention.  “Yeah, you ‘want dog’ or no?”She scooted closer, patted the dog on the side, giggling at the feeling of the plush fur under her fingers, doing it again.  “Like dog!”“Me too.”  Arthur grinned at that, and it did Beatrice good to see him smiling like this.  There were times she thought perhaps it would have been better…no, never mind it.  She kept trying to believe Lyle only needed to find a place where things could be better.  Somewhere peaceful and with opportunities that could help quiet the anger in his heart.  Though in the deepest corners of her own heart, she still thanked God that Arthur seemed to take after his father very little.  A sweet child, he was, running to her with a fistful of flowers to try and make her smile, always drawing those little animals on any paper he could get his hands on.  Her grocery list today had, as usual, the small sketches of things in her careful hand–a flower for flour, and didn’t the sound of English help with that one, and help her remember the word?  She’d drawn bread back in Wales for it.  A sweet in its wrapper for sugar, a percolator for coffee, and so on.  Her doodles, lacking the ability to simply write the list, obviously been an invitation to Arthur for his own contribution, as it now had what she thought were charmingly lumpy deer and horses at the bottom edge.  He was mad for horses, and even back in Rhondda, from the moment he could walk, she’d had to save him from getting himself kicked more than once trying to be friends with horses who were too nervous for it.  He kept pleading for a horse.“Henry, Sadie, Pa’s done, let’s go!”  Lost in the sight as she’d been, she hadn’t noticed the woman standing near the edge of the porch, keeping an eye on the children.  It looked as though her third child was already on the way.  She nodded to Beatrice in acknowledgment.  “Is that your boy?”  She wasn’t from these parts either, as her accent wasn’t this strange New Austin twang either, the way Arthur sounded, and that would serve him better than a Welsh lilt in this country.      “Yes, that’s my Arthur.”  She couldn’t help a smile of pride coming over her.  

She got a smile and a nod of approval in return.  “Nice kid.  Maybe Henry will stop trying to pull them dogs’ tails now.  You from around here?”“No, passing through, I’m afraid.”  Too bad, at that.  Arthur probably could have used friends.  She certainly could.  But things would be better in California.  They would settle down.  She could send Arthur to school, to get that smart mind of his all that it needed.  Unlike her and Lyle, because back in the village, the closest school was twenty miles away.  Not many educated spinsters were of a mood to come work in Welsh coal valleys.  She’d get her citizenship next year, and Arthur with her, and as a true American, an educated man, he’d have any number of roads open to him.  He’d be able to read, write, vote–with all of that, and the kind heart she knew he had, he could be far more than his father before him, and wasn’t that the dream of America?The two younger kids pushed up off the boards, heading to their mother. She reached down to grab the hand of the little girl, who already looked prepared to rush off into all sorts of mischief.  “Say goodbye now.”Sadie, the little girl, waved enthusiastically at Arthur with her free hand, beaming at him.  “Bye-bye!”He waved back with a shy smile, watching her toddle off with her mother.  “Yeah, bye.”  Once they were gone, headed for a wagon of their own with the husband already waiting, watching him help his wife into the wagon with a wistfulness in her heart, she looked back at the porch.  “Come, Arthur, we’d best go find your da and be on our way.”He nodded at that, coming down the steps to her.  Hesitated a moment, looking back at the dog still sitting there, looking at him hopefully.  “That dog ain’t nobody’s, Momma, can we take her with us?”She sighed, hating to disappoint him.  And for just a brief moment that felt like biting into a rotten apple, she had the thought that perhaps it would be better to have a poor beast there when Lyle grew angry–better the dog than her or Arthur.  But she dismissed it, ashamed at herself.  No, what temper he had, he had his reasons, and it wasn’t fair he should go after a little boy, so she would take that on herself, but his anger with her had its explanations.  “We’ve a long journey ahead, love.  I don’t think that a dog would take to it so kindly.  And your da might not like it.”“Daddy don’t like much,” he said, features drawing into a scowl, kicking at a rock in the street.  “Whiskey, maybe.”  Yes, he was far too smart for his own good.She sighed, crouching down to meet his eyes, putting a hand on his shoulder.  He’d gotten her green-blue eyes, and his hair was too fair to be Lyle’s, though she expected it would darken from that bright gold it was right now, as hers had.  “Things have been hard, and that makes him angry.  He’s still your da, for all that.  But maybe when we get to California we’ll see about a dog for you.  Things will be better there, you’ll see.”He smiled at that, eyes lighting up again with happiness.  “What’s California gonna be like?”“Oh, I don’t know.  I’ve never seen it, mind.  People say it’s lovely land, though.  Gold there, too, so perhaps we’ll become prospectors!”  With him by her side, they walked towards the saloon.

[acelezz]

I’m Disappointed

I am very disappointed in Chris Savino. I’m sure most of you already heard the news, and if you haven’t, I’m not going to go into full detail because this a Loud House blog and that’s a kid’s show; therefore, I want this to be a kid friendly blog. And what happened wasn’t kid friendly in the slightest, so if you don’t know what happened and would like to, then you should Google it or even scroll through the recent section of the Loud House tag.

When I found this show, I looked up to Chris Savino for creating a show that was so diverse. Little did I know that this man doesn’t know how to properly respect women. Honestly his wife should divorce him because that counts as cheating in a sense I believe. My stomach feels upset just thinking about it.

I just wondered how could the man who created the show that made me realize that it’s ok for me to like boys and girls like I do and that I shouldn’t have to hide it and gave me the confidence to come out of my parents could be so sick and disgusting. I told my mom about it and she said that just because he’s the creator, that doesn’t mean every single idea in it was his. And I think I just saw something about how it was someone else who pitched the idea that they should have LGBT characters to show their support. So I was looking up to the wrong person.

I am so upset because the Loud House is an excellent show, the best modern Nick toon I have seen in a long time. The show basically saved Nick. But now this is going to cause for it to fall again. People will boycott the show because of the news they heard. However, I will continue to watch the show until it loses its quality or until I lose my interest. And I hope that you will not let one idiot ruin the entire show for you and will do the same.

Watching the Loud House will never be the same again for me, I will still enjoy it, but I will always be reminded of the women who suffered from Chris Savino’s actions. And he was not fired, he was suspended. Meaning, he is banned from Nickelodeon Animation Studios until there is a decision on whether he should be fired or not. If he is fired, I am scared that the Loud House’s quality will decline and ultimately get cancelled much earlier than it would have if Chris would have been able to stay. I am afraid that the movie that I was looking forward to will be cancelled. Honestly, I am so angry at him. With him being as sick as he is and then creating a show that started to restore Nickelodeon’s quality and to suddenly be suspended like that is like someone falling and not being able to get up; someone reaches their hand out to pull them up but the arm that it is attached to is severely bruised and aching, so therefore they have to let go and the other person falls again. And sure, Nick still has SpongeBob, but they can’t rely on one show alone to bring in success. Maybe if they hadn’t thrown out the Fairly OddParents like the way they did, theyd still have a chance.

However, if the news is true, it would be selfish for me to wish that my show won’t be ruined over the safety of those women. If it is true, I hope Cris Savino is fired and I hope that any other animation studio will never hire him again. The safety of those women mean more to me than the Loud House does or Nickelodeon.

All we can do is hope for the best for the Loud House and the rest of the team and hope that those women or any other women or anybody is never wronged like that again.

Have a nice day everyone