#posting this in fear

[antleredreality]

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[daydreamingtomatos]

[ivywing]

[liones-s]

a big lesson for me was learning that most things are not as fragile as I’d believed. missing a class, or turning in a bad assignment, won’t instantly destroy your professor’s opinion of you. accidentally saying something harsh won’t make your friend want to end the friendship. it takes work to repair these things - it takes effort and research and sometimes a sincere apology - but you can do that because they’re not irreparably broken. what you’ve worked to build, in academia and in relationships and in life, is stronger and more enduring that your mind may teach you to believe. don’t let imagined fragility lead you to giving up

[whatcoloristhatcat]

this is an ❌❌ anti “boy cat”/“girl cat” zone ❌❌ your neutered male cat is not sitting on your chest and purring because he gives a shit about being a boy. he’s doing that because he’s a domestic animal that you house and feed and pet

[milliebellae]

take back your creativity from capitalist deception hell today!

[buggirl-lunesta]

say what you will about trisha paytas but she had her finger on the pulse with this one

[hinamie]

*about any given drawing* cranking the saturation slider will fix this

[machveil]

Roommate!Simon Riley that becomes your walking purse…

it started off with small things when you two went out for groceries or lunch. he found out what brand of chapstick you use and bought an ‘emergency’ one to keep in his back pocket. lo and behold, when you complain you left yours at the apartment he casually pulls out the one he bought - the same flavor yours is because he likes hearing you say, “I wish I could eat this.”

Roommate!Simon Riley that, after the success of the emergency chapstick, buys a tube of your favorite lip gloss and a small pack of hair ties - he has one on his wrist, but you always say they tend to disappear. so he shoves those into his back pocket with the chapstick

Roommate!Simon Riley that digs through your purse when you step away to use the bathroom so he can clock what you typically carry - proud and pleasantly surprised to see pepper spray, smart girl. he opens his phone and types away in his notes app, marking down brands and taking photos of items if you picked the label off

Roommate!Simon Riley that suddenly starts carrying your wallet for you - a couple twenties slipped in while you weren’t looking, says you can leave your purse at home because he has everything you need. front and back pockets a little fuller with the items you’re familiar with. he ditched the extra hair ties to save room, three donning his wrist instead of one, two bobby pins slipped across them - to maximize his pocket space

Roommate!Simon Riley that uses this as an excuse to always go out with you and have you stick by his side, “Don’t wander off, I’ve got your stuff.”. his lips quirked up slightly under his mask knowing this is also an excuse to pay for you, your wallets not getting much use anymore. Simon Riley just wants to be needed and provide for his little roommate, what would you do without him?

[hypokeimena]

things that are scary that you just have to get over at some point

being wrong (as distinct from)

other people having different opinions from you (as distinct from)

minor disagreements

the eternal uncertainty caused by living in a universe where luck exists (e.g. Just Anything could happen to you for no reason)

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i've had this list open for so long but i can't think of anything else

i sorta feel like most other fears are kind of fine to have

oh like spiders i guess

[shyaringan]

Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London

(day 1)

[crsssie]

down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

[inkskinned]

i'm a little afraid to go to pride this year. many of us are, a little. sitting around our tapas and video games, the silence that hangs over the discord server. it feels different, we say.

we're privileged. the community that came before us laid the groundwork so i could be raised in a different world, and i will never forget their sacrifices and dedication. they gave us this: a pride that feels like community and celebration and joy. i remember the first few times i went to a queer event - i'd been raised so catholic. feeling safe like that, for the first time... it saved my life. i go to pride to celebrate that feeling - my people, laughing. out in the sun, the way we couldn't have been even 25 years ago. that feeling: no wonder we call it "pride."

who am i to be afraid anyway. there are parts of the world where people are doing much better work than i am. but it's just: i felt at home there, you know? and this year feels different. we are waiting on the dam to break. last year, at boston pride, there was a whole gaggle of sign-holders shouting about jesus. you walk around them and try not to let it get to you.

this year, i'm going to DC's pride with my girlfriend. google sends me concerns about if it's safe to exist in trump's america, if World Pride is a bigass target on all of us. every article uses the words "safety concerns" many, many times. three days ago i witnessed a shooting.

even straight people keep telling me - people are weird lately. sometimes we blame it on Covid and sometimes we blame it on the full moon. but i do remember a time before this, right. it's not just that people are more comfortable being rude. it's this strange, outwards violence. a comfort in being cruel.

it's a big hole to fall down anyway. it's not like they're going to do anything to make pride safe, not really. i don't want a police presence as the solution. and what if this is just fearmongering! what if this is just to get us to stop attending our own events! what if everything is actually fine, and i'm just freaked out by the stated intentions of our president!

and what if i'm just listening to things that are being said. what if i'm weighing the shape and size of this america accurately.

my mother calls me. she's been getting the articles too. i assure her i'll be careful, but i put the phone down and stare at it. i'm going to go to pride. other people made it safe for me, it is my duty and my honor to show up for my community. the only thing we've ever had was each other. it was always an act of bravery. being ourselves is brave.

but i am afraid. i lay out my outfit and i kiss my girlfriend. i cut my nails and clean up my undercut. i hold her hand and hang the sunset flag. the sound of this america feels different. like a volcano trembling. i will love her and i will love being queer and i will sing over the noise of it.

but ... still. in the back of my mind. that feeling, like something terrible has been shifted. like somewhere in the night - they remembered we're different.

[pinkwitchcult]

Marina if she was in the dungeons of fear and hunger (of fear and hunger fame)