#you’re okay you’re safe

[star-girlfriend]

it gets better

(credit to @ink-the-artist for the borzoi art <3 )

[faerygardens]

I haven’t watched it yet but from what I’ve gathered my adventures with superman is The definitive superman adaptation, like they know what they’re doing over there, they know that the edgelord snyderverse injustice superman is completely inaccurate and that superman is actually, in fact, a dorky himbo anime magical girl with massive tits amen

[schermit]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Reddit situation today, and it’s really a shame that we’re losing access to so much information if things don’t improve over there. I’ve seen other people mention the fact that any time I googled a problem or similar I’d append “Reddit” to the end of the search because all of these niche communities had passionate people recording detailed (albeit sometimes incorrect I’ll admit) information that will be much harder to come by if the site doesn’t survive. It reminds me of a situation very similar to this, when in nineteen ninety eight the undertaker threw mankind off hell in a cell, and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer's table. And now senior tumblrists, watch the Reddit refugees potentially lose their minds lol. Don’t know if I did the meme justice.

[patolemus]

Stiles sits in the front row at the funeral.

He’s next to Mellisa, who hasn’t been able to stop crying since she got the news. Stiles’ dad had organized the whole thing, talking with the funerary home and picking up the coffin and the arrangements. He’d only asked Melissa what she wanted on the headstone.

Raphael had showed up the day after. For the first time in his life, he’d looked a mess, hair everywhere and clothes wrinkled as he stormed into the house asking what had happened to his son, tears already gathering in his eyes before he even got a look at Melissa’s face. Stiles hadn’t made fun of him. Stiles hadn’t said anything at all. Raphael sits on Melissa’s other side now, and she grips his hand tight enough it turns white. He hasn’t been back for five years.

God, Scott hadn’t seen his had for five years, and now he’s dead. Scott’s dead.

Stiles thinks it still hasn’t sunk in. He’s in the middle of his best friend’s funeral - it’s closed casket because his body was so mangled up that the EMPs could barely recognize him. Stiles had heard his dad on the phone with one of his deputies talking about it, before he’d realized just whose body they were talking about - and it still hasn’t clicked that Scott won’t be coming out of his casket, that this isn’t some kind of sick practical joke for getting him out of bed the night before school started.

Stiles is not crying. He hasn’t cried once since hearing the news. His dad is crying, sitting on his other side. Scott’s like a second son to him.

Was. Scott was like a second son to him. Was because he’s gone now. Because he’s dead.

Scott’s dead.

His best friend since preschool is dead. His brother is dead. The kindest, most caring person in the world is dead. Stiles goaded him into going to the preserve to look for half a dead body - and God, he’s such an asshole. A dead body? What was he even thinking? - and now Scott doesn’t even get to show his face at his own funeral because whatever killed him barely left any of him to bury.

If only he’d stayed. If only he’d told his dad Scott was with him that night instead of leaving him there. But no, Stiles hadn’t wanted Scott to get grounded because he dragged him out of bed, so he’d kept quiet. Even when he’d seen the pair of red eyes and that— that thing in the corner of his eye. Stiles hadn’t said anything. He thought they’d laugh about it at lunch the next day.

Now Scott’s dead.

Scott is dead.

And Stiles knows exactly what did it.

(He’s going to fucking kill it.)

[napping-sapphic]

Really sorry guys but I’m all out of forehead kisses today😔

All I’ve got instead is mentally cradling your face and resting our foreheads together and reminding you that you are good, that you deserve love and kindness, that you’re welcome here, that i care about you and i hope you’re doing okay

Yeah sorry idk if that makes up for it….sorry for the inconvenience….

[oldmanffucker]

No but I really feel House - constantly saying how much he Doesn’t Care about stuff except for his job which is basically the one thing he’s Allowed to really care about.

This concept of earnestness being punished or frowned upon or struck down. The fear of being earnest, of letting people see how/how much you care, and knowing that the way you care is different from the way other people care. And being afraid that if people see the passion you have for the same things everyone else also has passion about, they’ll see you doing it Wrong or Too Much so it’s better not to care at all.

yes he can be passionate about work - no one else can do what he does, so his singleminded autistic passion and hyperfixation is okay, is safe. It’s weird but people accept it bc the results matter more than the method (basically). But caring about the smaller more every day things, the things that any and everyone else can also care about, means that the singleminded, over the top, autistic way he can approach things is more easily compared to the way people Should Act, and we know that not doing things as they’re expected to be done was punished growing up. Am I projecting? Shut up. Yes but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong!

[comfortfrogblog]

“everyone is capable of experiencing goodness and joy. not me th-“ *EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

[compacflt]

Oh to be Maverick, reading AD magazine and has a husband that will write you a blank check to buy any decor you want. Or collects expensive watches. And has the same taste. I don't know if anyone have asked this, what is your hc about their car preference? I hc that Mav likes big car because he's relatively short. And Ice likes luxury car. What do you think?

oh my god i have had this headcanon for so long thank god someone’s asking about it.

Ice will ONLY drive American-manufactured cars. like even when he travels somewhere and rents one. he will raise a stink about it.

It is a significant point of contention in their relationship & marriage that maverick is only interested in Japanese-manufactured motorcycles. Like they have had, and will continue to have, shouting matches over “why can’t you be a patriot and buy American motorcycles like harleys??!? What is with all the kawasaki and yamaha crap???” and “ice im telling you they just run better!!! the japanese just make better bikes!!!” tongue-in-cheek threats of divorce etc.

i definitely think of ice as less a luxury car and more a classic muscle car guy. back when muscle cars still were delicate and beautiful instead of hard and sharp, if that makes sense. there is a Venn diagram of luxury and muscle cars and he definitely has dabbled in the middle (see my fic’s deepthroating of the 2005 ford GT). But he won’t cross the line. (Won’t be caught dead driving a Porsche or mercedes for instance)

in the final final draft of my fic (ie the draft that will get posted before i call it quits on my top gun phase) the Dream Car is getting changed to a ‘68 Plymouth HEMI roadrunner. camaro is too mainstream i will admit. but see above for my “car preferences” hc.

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[scaryproendos]

My plurality is intertwined with my schizophrenia and that’s okay

[mychlapci]

i love fics where ratchet gets off on drift acting like deadlock. or just on deadlock being deadlock, honestly. let him have fucked up kinks too. sure deadlock/drift wants to bite and scratch and choke ratchet for sure but y’know what. ratchet wants to be bitten and scratched and choken really badly.

[whataboutyouisamascot]

You know what? Hugs be upon ye! Let your shoulders drop as arms hold you tenderly, as if they recognize the precious being you are. Let the breath of relief work its way to freedom as tension melts fron your muscles, knowing that you’ll be supported if you give way too much. It’s okay to sink into the warmth emanating, letting it envelope you in comfort and love—you’ve done a lot recently. You don’t need to fight, clawing your way through what can feel like a barren life. Let your eyes flutter closed as your eyebrows relax. You’re safe here, in this embrace, you are wanted here

[sugarsnappeases]

Hi

hello!!!! you did not ask but i’ve been getting emotional recently about hogwarts…. jen said ‘heart of wizarding britain’ and yeah oh my god it makes me fucking crazy. like. imagine you’ve just been through a year of all-out war. everyone you know is fighting for their lives or in hiding or dead and you don’t know who’s alive and you haven’t spoken to anyone bc you don’t know who you can trust but you get word that the final battle is happening. and not only that but it’s happening at hogwarts. and hogwarts is a place that was always safe and holds so many happy memories and is HOME for so many people and now it’s under attack and so you go, maybe not even necessarily bc you particularly support either side but bc it’s HOGWARTS and hogwarts is HOME and so much love and the crux of so many people’s lives and you just have to go and help where you can. the thought of people piling through that tunnel from the hog’s head makes me fucking insane. like the amount of love in that room. the reunions. the people you thought you’d never see again. and you’re all there joined together to defend the place where you met, where you grew up together, where you became the people that you are today. and maybe you’ll die but hogwarts is home. you couldn’t possibly let it go down without a fight.

i’ve also been thinking about the death eaters who are there ATTACKING the castle. and maybe some of them called it home as well…. like even tom called it home at one point in time and although he’s way too far gone by that point and his memories were probs kinda soured anyway by dumbledore etc there must be some of his death eaters for whom hogwarts was always safety when they were students but now they’re THREATENING that safety. tainting those memories. like do you guys think they felt remorse??? guilt??? horror??? idk it’s just so interesting to me. the fact that the war proper starts (w dumbledore’s death) and ends at hogwarts. it’s really the centre of everything. even without taking the war into consideration it’s the centre of everything. it makes me CRAAAZY

[belleandsaintsebastian]

when the fic gets so sad you have to start texting people that you love them ….

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:

He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.

Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….

spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]

@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit

[userchai]

just going off of Bee’s post ((@screammunson)) if you’re a minor get the fuck away from me & my space, as well as everyone else who’s an ADULT writing or making ADULT content. I’m so sick of this shit, and that anon was disgusting you should be fucking ashamed for saying something like that. You’re not cool trying to act like an adult! Be a kid while you fucking can.