#this can be for whomever

[hisnamesdylan]

“Don’t let life define you. Life can pass you by, beat you up, stress you out. It can also give you a reason to live. A reason to smile. A reason to get up in the morning. Life is meant to be lived. One thing or another along the way will probably make living that life hard. Almost impossible at times. But when I feel the warmth of sunshine. When I hear the sound of laughter. Or try something new and amazing. Whether I end up liking it or not. All those things. They make it worth it. I don’t always see that. Don’t always feel it. But it’s there. It comes and it goes. And I always look forward to finding it again. Life was made to be experienced. And I’m not going to let an image of what’s expected of me stop me from living it. From experiencing it. So don’t let life define you. Just live it.”

—me

[inkskinned]

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

[uncanny-tranny]

I love love love when trans women* give advice to trans men* about """manly""" things and when trans men* return that kindness with advice about """womanly""" things. I love the intracommunity commitment to supporting each other <<3

[goldengirlgalaxy]

The League of Assassins hideout with the Lazarus Pit has been attacked, with many members suddenly going silent. Of course, this fact makes its way back to Batman.

When the Justice League arrives to figure out what is going on, they find a group of 'metas' throwing a party, all of them with cups filled with Lazarus Water.

As it turns out, the Lazarus Water is actually high quality ghost booze, and a group of specters has decided to set up the current Ghost King's wedding reception around the best source of it.

[sophfandoms53]

Got some mixed feelings about the Striker is Satan’s son theory circulating around rn LMAO

Also the fact this has all started from a single silhouette of this man is very funny

[andiwriteordie]

my self indulgent headcanon is that college aged mike wheeler gets into the good omens book when it comes out in 1990 and convinces will to read it too and then when halloween comes around, mike goes as crowley and will is his aziraphale

then like 30 years later when the good omens show drops and it's halloween, they dress up as aziraphale and crowley again except this time will wants to be crowley and mike (now a 50 something year old bookish teacher) dresses up as aziraphale

[recurring-polynya]

It has been 14 hours since I found out that, according to Kubo, Byakuya calls Renji by his given name "because Rukia does" and I am obsessed with this information.

This is both the best and worst possible answer to this question. I feel like if you asked Byakuya, this is exactly the reason he would give. However, if Rukia were present, she would lose her damn mind. While I do think Rukia's assertion that Byakuya didn't look at her even once in 40 years is hyperbole, over that time I can imagine Renji's name coming up in conversation once, maybe twice tops.

Like, two weeks before she goes on her fateful mission to the Living World, B's been shortlisting Vice-Captain candidates, and over dinner, real casual:

B: Rukia. You know your friend?

Rukia: My who now?

B: That friend of yours who shouts too much. The boorishly tall one. With the red hair. Is he in Squad Eleven now?

Rukia (wracking her brain frantically for people Byakuya would consider 'her friend'): You mean Renji?

B: Yes, him.

Rukia: What about him?

B: Is he in Squad Eleven? The Sixth Seat?

Rukia: ...maybe? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The next day, Byakuya's office, Renji shows up for his job interview.

B: You must be Renji.

Renji: uhhhhhhhh sure why not?

[wxnheart]

You should've fucking known they would do this, that they would remind you that you belonged to them.

And that they belonged to you.

It was a simple conversation, really. You didn't know the guy was flirting but in retrospect, you should've realized it when the poor bastard quickly (and nervously) excused himself. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.

And if looks could kill, he would've been dead twice over.

Your legs shook with the intensity of your orgasm. It was like every sensation was heightened and oh god, oh fuck.

Your lovers delighted in your moans and shuddered at your pleas for more, make me cum, don't stop, please don't stop—

In strong arms one held you tightly, his growl vibrating throughout your body, his voice hoarse with arousal as you reached back and palmed his clothed dick.

And the other—goddamnit, his tongue was fucking sinful—lapped up your essence and savored the taste of it. He looked up at you, watched as you begged and pleaded and shivered under the intensity of his stare.

And you loved it all. You fucking loved it.

You saw the way his dick strained against the confines of his pants and oh god, you never moaned so raggedly before.

And from your lips came a litany, a promise, your craving in trembling thighs and euphoric anticipation.

'Yours. I'm always yours. Just fuck me. Claim me. Ruin me.'

[gender-haver]

I’m honestly very curious, I’ve met people who think it’s a tad strange my parents both have tattoos, maybe it their professions or maybe it’s just not as common as I thought.

Obviously don’t give out any identifying information

I tried to be as thorough as possible with the options but if I missed one just hit other and leave it in the tags

[madamesmoke]

A weird thing about some batjokes stories I've stumbled upon is the insistence that Jason needs to be okay with this.

That Jason needs to forgive Joker, otherwise he's a bad person.

And I just...

If my parent got into a relationship with my biggest nightmare, I'd never talk to them again.

Batsy can fuck the Joker all he wants.

But his kids have every right to remove themselves from his life indefinitely.

[ndostairlyrium]

I'm curious

Which characters do you want to see a cameo of in Veilguard?

[dekuscrubbb]

i like the idea that malon hosts field trips for the camp over at lon lon ranch, as she also stables the horses needed for the riding lessons

and obviously she and wild catch up whenever they can over baking and cooking

[inkskinned]

in recent years, there's been a push in therapeutic circles to shift the language from "attention-seeking" to "connection-seeking" behavior.

i was an attention-seeker. i was the textbook example of an attention-seeker. i was a troublemaker. i would self-harm. i destroyed my own relationships. i was uncontrolled, dramatic, sensitive. i took everything personally. i had "nothing" to be depressed "about," but made a big show of how sad i was nonetheless. i was really unsafe about myself in a lot of ways.

the strange thing about that is: it meant others could ignore me. the prevailing wisdom behind knowing something is "attention seeking" is to say: well, since you want it that bad, you're not getting any. it meant i was lower-on-the-list of concern. it meant an eye-roll.

the belief was that: since i was obviously doing these things on purpose, it would be bad behavioral training if i was "rewarded" for it. it would "teach me" that i simply had to make enough fuss, and i'd finally get all that missing attention and love. no, it was better to ignore that stuff.

i was suffering. and it felt like - oh, it doesn't matter how loudly i am in pain, nobody gives a shit about if i'm living or dying.

awhile ago, i went through my journals from that time. a lot of them read the same thing. in them, i am convinced i am invisible. that nobody wants to hear me, to see me. that i could die or vanish and nobody would even notice. i didn't even want attention - not really - because it was always dismissive, mocking. nothing i ever did would be good enough to get someone to actually-worry about me.

that's a terrifying thing for me to read as an adult. that is a child who fully has no problem committing. that is a child who has no concept of feeling loved. the most basic human instinct is missing from her life.

i needed help. i didn't know how to ask for it. i was a kid. i was a kid in a bad home, and whenever i thought things couldn't get worse there - they almost always did.

and the ways i showed that - the ways i tried to deal with that - they made others dismiss me. i wasn't suffering prettily. after all, if i was really in trouble, why wouldn't i just march into the first counselor's office and ask someone to help me? i had the opportunities, right? what did i think would happen, exactly? that someone would finally stand up and do something? who even wants that kind of responsibility?

i heard connection-seeking for the first time about three months ago. my therapist mentioned it when we were talking about my history. it rang some kind of horrible bell, deep inside me. i don't know what she said in the rest of her sentence. i just started... crying.

"oh no", i said to her. "i think i just realized: i have no idea how to forgive them for minimizing the ways i was hurting."

how many other kids, though. how many other kids were out there drowning, snatching around for a lifevest, some kind of rope - how many were straight-up ignored.

how many of those kids aren't gonna get old.

[brother-emperors]

foundations of rot

arthur with the corpse of dinadan because dindan's my favorite, but also it could be lamorak. the eyes are obscured and the corpse cannot speak except to represent the (gestures at the decay of law and desecration of bodies) happening, so you know. either one. maybe both! all the blood from these bodies are saturating the ground and eventually the whole setting collapse inwards/cannibalize itself etc etc

The Failure of Justice, the Failure of Arthur, L.K. Bedwell

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[shadowblade8192]

i think its been well documented that each episode since wild blue yonder has had a name check (if you dont know what that is, its whey they say the name of the show/episode title in the episode itself), and i was wondering, since its not the same character every time, could there be a connection between them? i cant think of anything but i did make a list of every character who spoke the first name checking line in each episode so if anyone else can find a connection then do add it in the tags anyways heres the list:

wild blue yonder - donna noble the giggle - the doctor the church on ruby road - the doctor space babies - the doctor the devils chord - timothy drake boom - the doctor 73 yards - ruby sunday dot and bubble - lindy pepperbean rogue - rogue the legend of ruby sunday - carla sunday empire of death - TBA

[adyophene]

Favourite husk ship to draw? You habe to choose or I'll step on my brother's foot.

Love your art btw one of my favourites in here 🙈

Awww, thank you!!

Also!

:D Rip to your brother's foot!