#you are seen

[pigeon-system-boys]

Hi!

I really wanna talk with your "scary-looking" and "gross" headmates

I see you, rotting corpses

I see you, guts-out

I see you, person with no face but flesh

I see you, alter with all limbs amputated

I see you, nonhuman horror strait from lovecraft's stories

I see you, even if your eyes can't see me

I see you, human flashlights

I see you, ripped sex-dolls

I see you, a single moving organ

I see you, deformed figures that are not humans anymore

I see you, whos skin is covered full in rot and pus

I see you, "no skin but burns"

I see you, even if I can't even imagine you.

Even if you are not hc-did, even if body survived just SA and you exist now, even if you feel like system have not enoth trauma for your existence.

You are not as disgusting as you think you are, and I see you, and I love you, and you fucking deserve love

-greetings from Stump

[embracethereaper42]

Coming out to someone who you thought was safe to come out to but turns out they’re homophobic is one of the worst feeling in the world I swear

[strawb3rrysanrio]

this storm will pass

[cljordan-imperium]

During these crazy holidays and trying times in the world, don't forget that there are people who you can reach you to. You matter. You are valid. You are loved. You are not a burden. DO NOT GIVE UP!!

[thanos-the-dad-titan]

David Tennant has good taste in pins/button accessories...

[eldritchtransmasccrow]

Stargazing.

Just a reminder that something will always be impacted by you - the carpet on your floors is impacted by the way you walk and by the path you take, the grass in your yard is impacted by the action or inaction you take for it, the trees are impacted by the air you breathe, the world is impacted by you doing something as 'little' as waking up. You will always have an impact on the world, you will always be remembered by some part of it. Your legacy, no matter how 'small' it may be, will always be apart of this world's history. There will always be something that acknowledges your presence and is impacted by it. You are seen in this world. You make an impact just being here and existing, even if you don't realise it. You make an impact being yourself with your personality and style and own way of making art (even if you don't draw or anything, art is not just that.). You are important here. Thank you for waking up today. I was once told when I was a child, of the idea that everyone gets a star in the sky, the living and the dead. Obviously I know that in science stars are just stars floating in space. But, still, I enjoy that idea. So I tend to go stargazing as often as I can, or just stare up into the night sky - so that no matter who's star is there, they can be told that they are cared for, that they are seen; both their beauty and their tragedy. So that no matter who's star it is, they can truthfully know that are known, somewhere.

Even if we are small in this world, there will be someone who looks for your star in the night sky - someone who cares for it and someone who gets joy from seeing it at night. You are cared for, you are seen, you are important - you make an impact. Don't forget that.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! Really enjoyed the bodyguard AU! Would you do one where Gil is sick and home and Thena visits him after a little show?

Would be really cool thanks ❤️👀

Gil shuddered as he turned over in his bed. He blinked, wondering if he was really awake of if this was some sort of dream.

"Hey."

"Hey," he rasped, although his throat was even more dry from sleep, and his coughing hadn't helped. He attempted to sit up, although she had to help him with it. "What are you doing in here? I told you I was sick."

"And I told you I'd bring you some things," Thena sighed as she even plumped his pillows around his head for him.

He shook his head, blinking at her with eyes that felt like they were on fire just being open. At least she was nice to look at. "What if you get sick? Kingo will kill me."

"I won't let him," Thena cooed, running her hand over his forehead and then through his hair. "You're still feverish."

Gil let his head drift to his bedside table. He had to squint a little at the lights of the clock. "I think I took something for it around 3."

"Then you're long overdue," Thena declared as she rustled around the bag of things she'd brought with her.

Gil smiled as she pulled out an aloe drink and a bottle of fever and sinus focused painkillers. She had gone to the Korean grocer he'd told her he preferred just a block away from his building. "You have any trouble getting in?"

She shook her head, even opening both bottles for him before handing over the drink and one blue tablet. "There might have been some paps around, but a hat and some sunglasses and a mask pretty much did the trick."

"You should be wearing a mask now," Gil grumbled, still not wanting to give her whatever he had come down with after their last trip.

Thena shrugged though, comfortable on her perch at the edge of his bed. "I'm not worried about whatever you have. I never seem to give you my colds, I doubt I can get yours."

That reasoning wasn't entirely right but he didn't have the brain power to correct it.

"Besides," Thena tilted her head, brushing her nice cool hand over his feverish skin again. "You always take care of me when I'm sick. I'm only doing what you would do for me."

That wasn't fair; he would do anything if it was for her.

Thena took the drink from him and capped it, setting it on the nightstand. "Are you feeling any better from this morning?"

"A little," he nodded, although the margin was slim. He picked his head up, "how was the show?"

"Uneventful," she smiled; uneventful meant that nothing had gone wrong, and that was how Thena liked her shows to go.

Gil frowned, "how was the venue security?"

She laughed gently, and it was so soft and lovely it made him feel a little better. "They were perfectly sufficient, Gil."

"Perfect and sufficient don't go together, Thena," he pointed out with an unmoved scowl.

"Yes, you're right," she conceded, pursing her lips at him in good humour as she pulled his blankets up again. She moved from her spot on the edge to grab his spare pillow and shimmy it under his knees. "You're what perfect security is, and they're sufficient."

"That just means they did their jobs, sweet'art," Gil mumbled as he let her jostle him somewhat in an attempt to make him more comfortable. "It's the bare minimum."

"Things went well, Gil," she promised with some finality to it. She ran her fingers through his hair again. "You don't have to worry about me. You just have to rest so you can get better again."

So he wouldn't have to leave her in anyone else's hands again.

Thena smiled, moving to the other side of his bed and crawling over to sit on top of the comforter. "Kingo sent me some of the stuff he recorded for promotions or social media--or something."

"Thena," Gil sighed as she pulled out her phone and leaned on his shoulder, "I'm all sweaty-"

"Here," she smiled, pushing the far end of her phone into his hand while she held the other. "I took your advice and asked the wardrobe at the venue to add that stuff to my shoes that would keep me from slipping."

He nodded; the last thing they needed was her slipping on the stairs and spraining her knee again. He smiled; the video was from backstage, but the performance did seem to be going well. The crowd was engaged and supportive, and that meant Thena could get out of her head and genuinely perform.

Thena turned her head away but failed to put her hand in front of her mouth for a massive yawn.

Gil, despite his aches and fever and cold sweat and stuffy nose, was on alert immediately. "You're tired--you should get some sleep, Thena. I know you're still jet lagged from the trip, but-"

"It's fine," she sighed, laying her head on his shoulder as she continued to show him videos of the concert. "Kingo wanted to show you how things went. Apparently you were quite insistent about things before tonight?"

"Guilty," he chuckled. He had definitely gotten on Kingo's last nerve by texting him from bed about all the little things he usually did for Thena before and after a show to ensure maximum comfort for her.

"It's okay," she mumbled, nearly whispering as her eyes started to droop and she melted into his side. "We can survive one night without you."

"Thena," Gil nudged her, but she was fading fast, slumping down beside him, on top of the comforter and without his spare pillow under her head.

"But I don't wanna do more shows without you, either," she sufficed to sigh as she settled on his bed out of sheer exhaustion.

Gil sighed; he didn't know if he had the strength to carry her to the couch in his current state. He supposed at least she wasn't in bed with him--with his clammy sheets and sweaty pillow. He didn't even want to think about what he smelled like.

Thena whined as he tried to resituate her, taking his knees-pillow and putting it under her head again. He reached to the end of the bed - with a good amount of effort - and managed to sort his spare blanket over her. She would be spread out like a starfish soon enough, anyway.

But for now, she was cuddled right up to him, forehead pressed to his arm and her hand on his wrist. She pulled at him a little, not that he thought she was conscious enough for it to be for a real reason.

"You stay down there," he smiled, turning out his bedside lamp again and settling against the pillows she had arranged for him. Maybe he would be able to breathe through his nose better if he slept like this anyway. He pushed some hair away from her face, "away from my germs."

Thena let out a sigh, settling on slipping her hand into his, "I like your germs."

[tattoorue]

[too-cool-for-facebook]

July, aka

PRIDE 2: ACCESSIBILITY BOOGALOO!

[pigeon-system-boys]

So... umm.... Wanna say "Hi" to your littles!

To traumaholders littles

To persecuters littles

To sexual-protectors littles

To phisical-protectors littles

To littles who are not fitting in agere community

To littles that are already not interested in shows for kids, but are easily triggered by adult stuff

To littles who drink or smoke or use anything else

To littles who harm body because it's their coping mechanism

To sadistic littles

To masochistic littles

To cluster-B littles

To littles with amputation, or with too big genitals, or any kind of gore or body-horror happening with them

To littles who feel like their full purpose is being abused

To littles who feel like their whole purpose is to serve someone

To programmed littles

To every-every little that does not fit anywhere

To littles without anyone who can tell them that they are seen

I see you. I hug you mentally. I'm here with you, I see your pain

Yours, Ofer and Ori

[the-clumsywitch]

Just an occasional, not so friendly reminder.

If you have any dislike or hatred for the LGBTQIA+ community this is not a safe place for you.

And now is your appointed time... to get the fuck on.

- Erika, The Clumsy Witch

[vex-verlain]

For my followers who do not go home for the holidays, for all of the familiar reasons.

Then you'll fly home and get the flu. And you'll keep staring at the ground; you always do, when they get their time with you. You are not a punching bag, my dear. I think your darkest days should have some light this year; I think you should stay right here.

- Dar Williams, “Your Fire Your Soul” from the album The Beauty of the Rain (2003)

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Ngl I just need a hug rn

-L

Hi L!

*hugs* I hear you. I’m so proud of you for reaching out!! Well, I’m always here to give you infinite cat hugs and my DMs are always open if you want to chat 🥰🥰🥰

Talk with Me 💗💗

[chronal-anomaly]

Hi y'all I'm feeling sappy (again) and just want to say how much I appreciate each and every one of you. I see you, and I thank you, for lifting me and everyone else in this community up. Life sucks sometimes but you all provide that support that all of us need.

Love you all.

[wearevillaneve]

3600 TOTAL FOLLOWERS!!!!!

Thank you all. I appreciate you all.

[grizzlyofthesea]

Not Google gaslighting me by saying that internal ultrasounds aren't painful and only cause "mild discomfort" 😭