#vent? ish?

[microvibing]

How it's been for the last few months

[morpheusdreamt]

So I lay myself down in the shape of a body

I live in the figurative

[teaforqne]

Sometimes I feel so small in the Led Zep fandom, not only because I'm a relatively small blog and a new fan, but also because I feel almost intimidated for knowing so little about the band and them as people, when everyone else seems to know the littlest details, and have them completely figured out.

I just want all my mutuals to know that I love you all and I'm always reading your rantings and everything you post, because I find you all so nice, and it's comforting to be in such a fun and relaxed fandom. 🫶🏻

Kisses to all of u :*

[highlandkall]

I wish I was better at giving advice. most of the time im having a similar problem to them and it's like telling another frog in a pot "yeah sucks the waters boiling I'm sure we can figure this out tho"

[starsonmarsy]

how do i politely ask someone to mess with me and drop me without sounding needy and desperate in the non sexy way

[goatjamesaz]

Posting sketch cause I haven’t drawn in a month and I feel like I fried my brain

[sarcasticgiggler]

why can’t i go a single moment without being jealous that i’m not liked as much as other people are or feel secure that the people who talk to me actually enjoy having me around and aren’t doing it to be charitable because they pity me

[lile6969]

Anyone ever stop in the middle of laughing with your friends and think about how annoying you probably are? Like, I talk sm, how are they not sick of me? And then you get home and wonder why you ever talked at all? 😋 anyway jhutch is my life rn. He is joy.

Someone please tell me how I didn’t know that they weren’t friends??? I literally loved victorious when I was younger, smh

[purpleflameb0i]

Realizing you have low empathy is a bit scary.

Like, if you tell the wrong people, they’re gonna think you’re this horrible person.

But you’re not.

You’re just disabled.

And you can’t help it.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Angel With A Ticket

George Weasley x Knight Bus Conductor Reader

You’ve worked on the knight bus for so long, and saw such a variety of faces. What happens when you meet a face that normally smiles, but can’t seem to plaster one on?

Can be read as romantic or platonic

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Death, Vague setting, Implied self harm, Survivors Guilt, George Weasley Deserves To Mourn, Dead Fred, Reader is everyone’s therapist, ya know?

“Hey-! We got one-!” The familiar bobble of the shrunken head would alert you, as you hurried down the stairs of the upper floors. Your bag nearly sending you flying, with its weight. Had the head laugh, before you flicked its forgotten nose. Getting a whine.

“Let’s see who the poor sap in distress is this time-“ You hummed, as the bus gave its sharp stop. Your body having grown used to such a swing, and able to remain standing. “Ya can handle a bus, but not a bag. Magical~!” The head mocked, as the doors opened.

Your eyes couldn’t help but widen, as you saw who was standing there. Was a Weasley, and by the fact a sparkling W pin was on the pocket….It was a twin. Couldn’t be. Twins come in pairs. Where’s the other half? Must be some trick of the eyes. Where is the second in command? You would jump off the bus, and have a look around. Trying to find him.

“It’s just me….” The twin said, with a defeated sigh. “It’s going to be just me. Forever…..Can I just come on already-?” The twin said, as he rubbed at his arms. Suit jacket seeming a mess, and not quite as dapper as it normally was. You tilted your head, as you gave him a better look. Wondering what he was on about.

Normally such vivid eyes were dull, freckled smile missing, and by god so was an ear. Where did his ear go? That’s when it all dawned on you. That same baggy eye look you’ve seen so much of so recently. That was the face of someone who’s been through war. Oh no.

“I’m…..So sorry.” You whispered, as it was hard to process. The idea that twins weren’t twins anymore. “I-“ You didn’t know what else to say, and it didn’t seem like he did either. Just handing over the ticket, and you were quick to autopilot through the transaction. He would climb himself onto the bus, and the energy changed.

The man was normally a beacon of energy and positivity. Didn’t seem like that would be what the bus would feel tonight. With him on the bus, you saw he had no bags. Made you curious why he would be on the bus at all. From what you recall, from your school days, those twins mastered apparation very young.

“Got any beds available?” He asked you, and a nod was what you gave him. “Second floor, to your right.” You said, only to watch him climb up the stairs. It was still hard to comprehend such a livley man went so limp. Probably better to not let him know you didn’t know which twin he was.

“Georgie boy sure has handled it the best he can. Poor child.” Dre said, as if reading your mind. “Still runnen that shop. Maken sure them kids get their fix and be all smiles. Doing the lords work, that be sure.” He sighed, making you wonder if he could breath at all.

“Can’t imagine running a shop you built from the ground up, with your twin, all by yourself.” You admit, as the bus would snap back into the road again. Moving at speeds that could kill. “Why else ya think he’s here? Ain’t the first time.” Dre explained.

That made sense, now that you thought about it. When you weren’t on shift, he must sometimes come sleep on the bus. Just to be somewhere different. This poor man. You didn’t know why, but you wanted to help. Maybe because you knew those twins gave the world everything. And Fred seemed to prove it, with his own life.

Up the stairs you went, to see the many other sleeping passengers. Many a young teen running away from home, to mothers escaping house holds that didn’t want them. So many sad story’s the bus held. All giving them a needed moments rest, before their next stop. Now the infamous George Weasley was in that pile.

You would dance around the sliding beds, as to soon stand next to his own. To look down, as he made sure to have his working ear face the world. Dress jacket would be tossed over the metal head board, and shoes kicked off, as he tried to get some sleep. Struggling, as you saw his eyes flutter behind his lids. The way he would rub his arms, as if they were always in pain. Attacked by the chill.

“Need a blanket….or something-?” You awkwardly asked, getting a snort from him. “Rather have my brother back, but ‘pose that’s a bit harder. Huh?” He more so muttered, as you let him vent. Seemed he was surprised you did. Was sitting up even, with a brow raised.

“Not gonna tell me that I’m being to blunt, or intense-?” He puzzled. “What-? No….You lost your identical twin. Everyone here has their own story, and ways to deal with trauma. Like hell I’m going to tell you to shut up. If it helps it helps.” You scoffed, as you took offense. Thinking he thought you were fragile. You work on the Knight Bus. Fragile doesn’t exist in that sentence.

“Sure seems like everyone else does. Ya know-?” He begins, and you happily let him. Taking a seat on the bed, and soon did your song and dance. Many a patron would sob their woes to you. That’s just what the Knight Bus was meant for. To let struggling wizards, and witches, get some clarity. And he was no exception.

His head was soon in your lap, as he went on about his woes. How his family more so was pretending Fred didn’t even exist, afraid to even say his name around him. Like it would trigger him to hurt himself more. Acting like he didn’t exist for his sake. Made him just act out more. He was just able to finally vent to someone about it all, and you happily listened.

You let him sniffle, and wiped his tears away, as he goes on about how he could have saved him. If he had just not lost his ear, and was forced to tend to the people in the medical station. That he could have prevented his death, if he didn’t lose his ear. You didn’t dare interrupt, and just let him mourn. Might be the first time he did.

It wouldn’t be long before he was able to finally sleep. They always fell asleep like that. Cry out their sorrows, and you would listen. Let them know that someone was there for them. You would gently rest his head on the pillow, making sure he slept on his left side, before pulling a blanket over him.

“Sleep well, big guy. Do it for Fred.” You whispered, as you would slip back down the stairs. As you did, you couldn’t help but feel a chill run through you. As if some ghost was running up the stairs. You brushed it off as in coming London rain, before you leaned over the railing. Back to your post, with Dre.

“Hope ya know he’s gonna be a regular.” Dre warned you. “And-?” You smarted, getting a smile. “Guess you are cut out for this job.” He laughed, as you rolled your eyes. Despite it all, you did glance up. Knowing that ray of sunshine was up there. You worried, and maybe it was about time someone did for him. “Sleep well.” You whispered, as the bus made its next stop.

“Oye-!” You shouted, as you hopped off the bus. “Come on. Don’t wait for the grass ta grow, it’s time to go-!” You tried to joke, as you grabbed the runaways bags. Helping them on, before you vanished into the night. Leaving behind only the sounds of screeching tires.

[punk-sky-guy]

do zionists think maybe the holiday where we read about freeing people from slavery Might have importance currently

[0p1er0]

The joy of looking up stuff that describes you then finding the community and how open they are and how you can be accepted accepted accepted.

Just to remember you hide your real self, who you are, because your family and friends don't know and wouldn't accept you.

[gamer-girls427]

Thanks for everything (also I suck with words so just try to follow this ok?)

uh so, as I said I suck with words. Infact, most of the time I communicate better through drawings, kin characters, qoutes, and music. But I relize those could be interpreted in any way so I'm going to try to put this into words.

if you wanna just skip the backstory and get straight to the thanks then go below the cut off!

For a long time I've been told I'm not trying hard enough. That I "don't apply myself" that I "just don't try to connect with others" and that most importantly, "Nothing is wrong with me cognitively, I'm just to lazy to try to succeed."

I have since been diagnosed with a number things, some more notable ones being autism and ADHD.

I always felt like those things never ment anything since for awhile I didn't get accommodations. Instead I just had more reasons people didn't want to be around me.

I discovered this fandom the year before tspud released so stuff related to this game was few and far between. But this game was always a safe space for me. A safe space I got shamed out of liking because it was too silly and childish, or in the words of my parents "all you do in this game is die over and over!" And "What's the point if it just makes fun of you for playing the game?"

This was what I had though in a time where I didn't have much else. I was being bullied, I was getting sexually harassed, and then my best friend left me for not being cool enough for her. Tbh I hated myself because all I would get in response was the same thing, that I "just don't try to connect with others." That "everyone was really nice, you just have to give them a chance."

I was alone, and no one was listening when I would talk about how I was struggling. The most I got was the guy who sexually harassed me got suspended for 1 DAY.

Fun fact, I once reached out to one of the devs of tsp, and they mocked my username and sent me a gif telling me that "I'm a nerd, leave me alone." So you could imagine how hard it was for me to reach out to artists I admire...

But I did, and now I literally cannot go a day without checking Tumblr at least once. Not only that but I feel validated by you guys. I feel inspired to start doing things I haven't done in a long time!

So... all I have to say now is:

Thanks to @file-unknown24 for showing me not everyone on the internet is a perv and introducing me to tumblr.

Thanks to @adventurecrimez for being my girlfriend.

Thanks to @mpils for being the first Tumblr blog I ever sent an ask to (IDK if you remember but I was that really shy anon from 2 years ago who said they really liked your art. I sent it on new years day when I was having a sugar crash lol.)

Thanks to @test-url-please-ignore for our very brief interactions (also I just have a weird obsession with British stuff so it's cool to know someone from the UK...)

Thanks to @insomniphic tolerating my DMs.

Thanks to @steampoweredwerehog for just tolerating my hyperfixation on their TSP AU as well as helping me be respectful while still being able to use my cryptid OC.

Thanks to @oswinunknown for showing me it's not weird to draw you and your comfort charaters hanging out (and following my Dungeons 3 roleplay account).

Thanks to @owlfromthemeadow for following my main account and tolerating my midnight DMs.

Thanks to @xandyprojects for drawing N!

Thanks to @finnleywiththesillys for doing roleplay with me and just being a cool person 😎

Thanks to @juaneloriginal for drawing people's narrators and having some very huggable narrator designs.

Thanks to @emmyisstrange for tagging me in reblog games (I freaking love those so much you don't understand!)

Thanks to @starpeep16 for helping me feel more confident in finishing that one drawing I was doing as a gift to steampoweredwerehog. (Maybe I'll post it some time?)

Thanks to @villiun for taking an intrest in my stuff!

Thanks to @corelex for also liking D&D and having the idea of basing a warlock patron on someone else's Narrator!

Thanks to @lee100pad for talking to me (even if it was only one time)

Thanks to @incorrectstanleyparablequotes for giving me somewhere to dump my dumb neurodivergent thoughts (when it comes to qoutes).

And lastly, thanks to @sowaran and @goony-gooner for being my friends in general.

You all mean so much to me and I don't think this post, or any other post, can express that fact.

[rockcollector3000]

My favorite part of being autistic is how every now and again I just start doing extensive research on a topic because my brain just really wants to.

I’ve been sitting in the exact some position for two hours reading about military ranks and what their responsibilities are. Why? Brain said I gotta.

[imytheghost]

Tw- eye strain, big eye

Will wood fan art under the read more

[sugar-on-fries]

My ass after i realize i can never get popular because of my art style: