#sorry there are cuss words

[tervaneula]

Credit for this goes to the brilliant @antimattercontainment , their comment on a chapter of nqk gave me this brain worm and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since

[macklesufficient]

today i’m thinking about how happy i am to no longer be twelve. remember how u were constantly living the most humiliating moment of your life? why was that?

[spooksforsammy]

The idea that “verbal voice good” “aac voice bad” or “verbal language good” “aac is harmful” is fucking shit and if you have the mindset fuck off and stop that shit

Your not better to have a voice that works how you want it to. Your not better if you don’t reply on AAC to communicate basic shit. Aac user deserves respect even if they can’t verbally say what they want and need help.

We are people. And even if we don’t see ourselves as humans (nonhuman) we still living being with feeling and thoughts and deserve respect.

If you don’t want to respect us fuck you and don’t expect anyone (especially aac users) to be nice to you. Cause personally, fuck you and have no problem saying that.

[hammerhead-jpg]

She's so pretty 😍😍 (ignore the British cigarette)

[py6oto]

some more doodles!! sorry for the doodle spam. i wanna animate but i cannot. i cope by doodling instead.

2023.08.29

[nessvn]

if i have to explain to yet another grown american adult that yes the prices we charge in in CAD because we are in CANADA no we don't use american currency in this country no i cannot convert their receipt to show USD instead. yes they can pay me in USD cash but our hotel policy is a fixed 1.1 exchange rate no i don't care that we're robbing you on it. should've gone to the currency exchange if you cared so much instead of assuming that a fully different country will bow to the US dollar. "you must get so many americans this is ridiculous" yes and most of them recognize that they are travelling internationally. we similarly don't take the euro or the pound or the franc. because this is canada.

[shrimpychipz]

sorry i LOVELOVELOVE when people assign characters ethnicities/race/native languages and INCORPORATE THEM INTO THEIR HEADCANNONS????? CORRECTLY????????? IM GONNA DO A FLIP I LOVE THIS

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a crudely drawn black and white digital comic made of three panels. In the first panel the subject is depicted exaggeratedly angry and yells at the brain in front of them "YOU ARE THE FUCKING ROBLEM!!!". In the second panel they turn away from the brain to look at a phone displaying a post by user fuckshartflowey69 that says "kill yourself over dumb shit". In the final panel the subject turns back to the brain and says "I'm so sorry". The brain replies "it's okay, I do kinda suck". Fuckshartflowey69's post now says "reblog this charity link ♥️". End ID]

[dootznbootz]

...It's kind of wild when the terf that you got into a fight with and had to write an essay on "Why violence is wrong" back in high school now works at the pharmacy where you get your medication from...

[apotelesmaa]

I’m starting to think fans of those vivzie pop shows genuinely believe they are oppressed for watching the gen z liberal equivalent of family guy. No offense family guy.

[edgepunk]

as someone who knows Yuri Lowenthal mainly as Ben Tennyson, it's so weird to hear him drop the f-bomb in fnv 🧍‍♀️

[nightly-ruse]

I’m sorry @spottyissleepwalking bc I know ur on a lil hiatus and this is out of nowhere and in top of that unreasonably long but I wrote PolyPO3 thing lol. It was actually just a test writing I started for my own au with Moth after Hawk’s death bc Leafpool leaves to go with Crow which hurts her a ton. But then I just started with a few cats as maybe a poly situation till I realized this is straight up ur au. Um so here sorry if it’s poorly written I’ve never posted any real writing things I’ve done:

A Dream Dappled in Light ; PolyPO3 Story Snippet

It was such a calm day, the air cool and breeze soft. The lulling sounds of the river a song to her ears. And yet a tension built in her chest like she’d scented a fox near camp. As she tilted her head up Mothwing saw the sky, bright but clouds dotted around, waiting for their chance to swoop in and cover the sun’s warm rays. These kind of days were as slippery as a pike. While they could taste great and feed everyone they could also turn and deal devastating damage to anyone around. She used to love days this nice but every sound made her mind turn and heart flutter. A belly of butterflies.

Saying that just made her taste bile. Butterflies could never be beautiful to her eyes. Not after she’d stumbled upon her brot- Hawkfrost’s corpse devoid of life covered in them. She remembered with a shudder running up and watching them all fly away to show her the stake through his chest. Ever since that day at the lake she couldn’t stomach seeing one without envisioning him.

He couldn’t hurt her anymore or anyone else. But it still stung without him. All her memories felt tainted, poison to think about. Moth just willed one day they’d go back to the nostalgia they used to be. But today wasn’t about butterflies or hawks. It was about Leafpool.

It was the dark moon. Where no light could shine through and peak at them. Leafpool told her she’d chose this night because she couldn’t stomach her ancestors watching her break the code in so many ways. Though Moth didn’t really get it she didn’t mess with it. It wasn’t her place to prod someone else for their beliefs just as it wasn’t theirs to ridicule her for not having any. Still she did find some annoyance at having to trek through the pitch black to try and find the blasted island where they’d planned to meet.

The island was rather bright with flickering fireflies across it lighting up the place. What could have been if he’d had his way, making this Riverclan’s. Her home. But that didn’t happen and it was now where all the clans would meet to share news and tales with each other.

Her pelt was dripping so she decided to sit and groom as she waited. It was only a bit before another cat pushed through the thick ferns across from her. A pure white cat with feathery fur and eyes like hail. Snowbird.

The Shadowclan molly came through and quickly met her own eyes, giving a regal nod before flicking her back foot to get a spot of mud off. Between the cats who’d all come close over a shared love for Leafpool Snowbird was her favorite. She was always very open, clear as glass, and knew how tell a snappy joke to keep the conversation smooth. While the two didn’t consider eachother mates they did have a friendly bond over the fact both held the normal Star based beliefs. And having come from outside the clans.

“Hello Mothwing. When did you get here?” The molly asked as she padded closer.

“Oh just a few minutes. It seems we’re both early as usual.” Mothwing said with a small chuckle.

“I don’t know why you ever dry your fur. It looks beautiful with water sparkling off it. Like dew in the early morning grass. Though being damp all day would be quite a pain especially with your long fur.” Snowbird said as she admired her friends golden fur. A bashful thanks was shared before they shared some small talk. Hearing the molly speak always calmed Moth down, her slightly different accent that was smooth as the calm waters was almost a lullaby to listen to. Her voice reminded Mothwing almost of her mothers though far more washed down.

The two were just talking about some feathers they’d found when the final cats pushed through the fern gate where the other three clans crossed through. A beautiful black molly with eyes like perennial blooms and crow feathers in her fluffy mane. “Nightcloud” Mothwing breathed out with a slightly flutter in her chest. While they were all close, she’d always had a small aesthetic crush on the beautiful cat. I mean how could you not? She was both sleek and fluffy with fur so dark it could blend into the night sky and eyes that blossomed from her black pelt. And her attitude definitely led to the great admiration she held for the cat, she was sassy and tough with a rough tongue and fight like a roar in her throat always there to startle those who only saw her as a pretty kitty.

Just behind her was the less favored Crowfeather. While he was quite the perfect Windclan cat with his build and looks he always was incredibly unbearable. No fancy words or much good will he always killed the feel with some ruse words. She never got what Leafpool saw in him, especially not enough to consider being real mates with. Not even friends could seem to bare his rudeness as his few ones were pretty distant from him and always finding excuses to get away from him.

At last the cat of the night pushed through. Immediately setting her heart alive. She was pretty clearly nervous as her eyes looked to the ground instead of at the cats around. It took every ounce of energy in Mothwing not to go up and comfort her but she knew this wasn’t the time. And apparently some pretty big news was to be said tonight to the cats gathered.

At last she started, though as she spoke her paws rubbed her belly softly. “Umm so hi uh all my ma-mates. I just um have some pretty big things to uh share tonight that I can’t wait to say any longer. Um uh I’m, um I’m expecting.” The last words were much quieter but still everyone heard. Mothwing didn’t even think about the cats around her as her eyes widened. Barley noticing as she got up and walked forward to hug her true love. She felt a rumble in her chest as she purred. Visions of little paws trampoline her side, claws clinging on as she ran around with the kits on her back, small fangs chomping on her tail as they grew. It was like she transferred the dreams in her head to Leaf when she looked into her green eyes as the same light she felt inside shined back. Two other cats, Snowbird and Nightcloud came and and cuddled beside them as well as all the cats discussed the idea of kits to share. That was until a rough voice called from a bit behind Mothwing.

“But who gets them? I mean they can’t just be shared equally between four clans that’s a dung lucked dream. You can’t just rotate them across borders or else they’ll never find loyalty with a group.” Crowfeather scoffed as he stared at the clump of cats, the light she felt in her heart dimming like a crushed firefly. “And Leafpool you can’t believe everyone will just agree to such a idea especially as their atleast healer born on one side, not including Mothwing. Unless you want to be scratched down to a heartthrob healer I don’t know if you can even keep them.”

Those last words felt like a scratch to her own cheek and Moth held back from leaping straight at the feather brained tom. The cat beside her didn’t have as much strength as Nightcloud jumped over her and pushed him back a bit. Clear anger in her magenta eyes. “You vulture tongued, fox hearted, half rotted corpse of a cat take that back!” She screeched with rage, like a shadow had come to life to get the cat for being so stupid with his words. And from Crow’s sharp bristling pelt she knew he’d gotten a real shake.

“Night calm down! He’s right. We can’t have the kits be lost without any loyalty and you all could loose so much from this. I know we all want them, atleast most of us-“ she whispered with a hurt look to Crowfeather “But they can’t just live their lives between all of the clans. We need to figure out how to work this out before I start showing and how we’ll explain it.”

The island was silent as they all thought but the quick scratching of claws in the dirt made head turns to the quickly moving white molly. Snowbird was scratching some idea she’d had into the dirt and they all watched with curious eyes. As she sat back and looked down at her work, clear thoughts behind her eye, she looked up at them all. “We don’t know how many will be born or the real consequences of this whole relationship will be but I personally don’t care about any issues unlike some rubbish pelt. But we could rotate the kits across the clans until they themselves choose where they’d most like to be, or if they can’t choose one find a way to have them move between clans. That way no parent is cut from the kits and they have full choice on how this works.”

As she finished the light in all their eyes form before brightened back, almost brighter then before. Hope for them all to have a paw in their first litters setting the whole cats heart ablaze. All for one. Crowfeather still sat back as if his spirit was made of ice. They all rolled their eyes as he opened his mouth to speak once again.

“Your all blind! What mole minded plan this is! Psh and having worries about any consequences isn’t gross or whatever ‘rubbish’ means Snowbird that’s just having ambition unlike the rest of you. Personally I would trade my whole future for some kits between a ton of cats who clearly care about eachother more then they do me.” He said with a icy tone, bringing his paw up to lick at the end to show he isn’t bothered by any comments. While he may not know what rubbish is both her and Snow did and it described him quite well, stinky trash he was.

“Alright Crow you can back out no one minds. The kits don’t ever have to see you as any father and none of us will mention your barley there paw in all of this. Go back to Windclan and cry about how Onestar keeps passing you up for deputy none of us like the sound of a screeching bird anyway.” Mothwing sliced with a look back at Leafpool. While she never saw what the molly ever could see in him she knew now that she definitely lost that love when he said he’d trade their kits for a higher role in the clans. None batted a eye as he puffed up his chest and walked back through the fern gate to go to Windclan. All the cats turning back to eachother to discuss any names or ideas of how to break the news, what clan they’d go to first, if they’ll come by Thunderclan to help with their litter’s birth. Talk of seeing them grow made all the cats giggle and laugh.

Mothwing hated to turn around as she saw the pinpricks of early early dawn. She felt such a push to stay beside her mates side. And she could see the same power struggle in Snow and Nights eyes. Leafpool seemed to be having a hard time pushing herself out of the cuddle pile they’d made for the night around each other. But all the cats had to go back to their clans. With licks on the ears and soft touches of the nose Mothwing turned around to swim back to camp. The whole paddle and trek back thinking of soft bundles beside her many mates bellies, kittens protected by her fur from the cold, teaching them to fish and catch fish or identify herbs. The butterflies in her belly weren’t so vile as she realized they weren’t to make her reminisce on the past but to expect the future and what it could hold. Smiling she pushed into camp as kitten played around her mind.

[2ndstar-ontheright]

Thank you.

To all the people that follow me, thank you so much! I really appreciate all of you. Especially for following me of all blogs, soo yeah. Thank you so much for putting up with my sporadic goofy ass. I love you <3 (Really, I mean it) 

[cheesecakeislazy]

TW: Cussing, Vent(?), Mentions of Love, Mentions of Religion

As a person who’s on the AroAce spectrum, believes in soulmates, and has had multiple partners yet only loved one of them- feelings are complicated..

Like this isn’t a vent just more so.. words that I feel like need to be said?

I’ve only ever loved one of my partners- and unfortunately we’re exes now. Oh well. The thing that sucks is that I feel comfortable being on the aromantic spectrum, yet I’m worried that I’m not actually aromantic in any way. I hate to admit the fact that despite dating over a year ago, the thought of him still makes my stomach flip and explode with butterflies, makes my heart beat with life and joy, makes my face flush like a giant red tomato.

And it’s confusing. Am I on the AroAce spectrum? Or am I just so hung up on this one person that I can’t bring myself to love other people? It doesn’t help I am personally religious either, some times I ask for a sign. To see if he’s even worth it, and every time I ask- I have a dream about my ex. A dream about us being happy together, loving each other again, being that cute couple we used to be.

Psychologically? It’s probably just my brain trying to conjure up reasons for me to still crush and be in love with this guy- we talked recently, it made me feel so happy to have him joke with me. Let alone flirt with me. But now he’s ignoring me, again. And honestly? It’s fucking bullshit.

Mentally ill? I’m aware. He’s depressed. He’s got a lot of other issues. So do I. So is it his D.I.D. Fucking with him? Or is he just an asshole! I constantly defend him, I constantly praise him whenever we talk. The things I tell him are true to me, but sometimes I worry I’m manipulative.. I compliment him and tell him he’s amazing, as if that’ll help me win him over.

It’s even worse when you’re obsessively in love with them. Love is complicated. It can be beautiful, it can be messy, it can be painful, and it can be freeing. I know this isn’t something I should be posting on the internet- but hey! Maybe someone needs to hear this. Hear that you shouldn’t constantly defend someone who might just view you as a toy rather than a person. Don’t defend someone until you have all the information, that’s the moral of today I guess.

If you’re still reading this? Thanks. Just remember that you are a good person. That you are valid. That you are amazing. That the world doesn’t deserve someone as great as you, but you deserve the world. You are good. You are beautiful. You are good enough. You don’t need to be perfect, because imperfections make your perfections stand out more.

[kstarlitchaotics]

I wish people would stop telling me what to do on my blogs whether it's on my main or side (cause two of my side blogs gotten to the point where people are so surprised that there is someone doing censoring it's hard to believe but there are some people who may not want to encounter it. 24/7 so sorry for thinking of others)

Yes I censor cussing words and even using other terms as s*xy cause while most people on here are okay with it and while I may say the words in real life (more with cussing but working on not too a lot) I don't like to use it as much on here I know there are people out there that may not enjoy seeing it so really people needs to lay off I can see fit however I want to with my posts and my entertainment I'm old fashion sue me for thinking about others who might not finding the appeal of not wanting to see cussing because it's the thing to do

[medicinemane]

I still argue that bleeping someone like Gorden Ramsey is bullshit so that people who love and find swearing fun can pretend that they didn't just hear him call someone a fucking donkey, because there was a bleep... like they don't know the exact word he used, like they didn't think it, and like they didn't have fun with it

Cause I bet you... any amount of money you want honestly, that if you asked Gorden Ramsey not to swear he just wouldn't... I don't think they ever bleep anything in shows where he's helping kids cook

No, people find swearing fun, it's entertaining... they just don't want to admit they like it because it's naughty

And to be clear I'm directly pointing to this and pointing to 'unalive' and drawing a line between them for how we got here