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reblog if gay
gonna see how far this goes without any tags.
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ao3 turns 15 today
reblog if youre older than ao3
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
WHO IS USING THIS
AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
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y’know what I have? A theory about Lux’s missing anchor that’s what.
When Lux was perma-killed her anchor wasn’t with her stuff, and while in reality that’s because back slots aren’t treated as a regular inventory and don’t get dropped on death, I have thoughts about it.
We all know how Lux got the anchor, from an underwater version of herself who told her that she had also received the anchor from another Lux and that one day Lux would pass it on as well? We aren’t really told what happened to Nautilux, just that their world was destroyed by Rat, so I propose a theory that when a Lux with the anchor gets perma-killed that is when they gift the anchor to the next recipient before completely dying.
I mean, it makes sense doesn’t it? There’s not a nothing chance that Nautilux was killed when her world was destroyed and it would explain where the anchor went when Lux died.
Idk. Just a thought
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@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @thealmightyemprex
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Autism and ADHD Gift Guide
Neurodivergent_lou
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The autistic experience is wanting to be an artist, a writer, a baker, an animator, a mother, somebodies wife, be totally independent, have a large friend group, only have one friend, move away and never speak to anyone ever again, never leave home, collect stuffed animals, heal your inner child, be a grown up, stay young at heart, get a job but not something you aren’t passionate about, eat safe foods, hate your safe foods because you’ve eaten them too much, scream and cry about how you feel like no one understands and you don’t fit in, love being different and not fitting in and not being able to do any of it because the seam of your sock isn’t sitting correctly.
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I'm currently making a survival book, its going to inclue everything you need to run, how to cross borders (only if necessary), the safest states right now, the unsafest states, how to protect yourself in a red area, what places to stay at if your running, nearby jobs and other ways to get money, what foods are best to get, how to make certain foods, electronic related advice, the safest messaging apps, what not to say in messages, guide to doctors if you have a uterus or are a women, what plants are safe to eat, various poisons, how to deal with cops, a map of the local area and where cops hang out, how to survive in the woods, clothes you should bring, what to do about your period if your on the run, methods of birth control and what's the best, how to legally change your name and the amount of money it costs, how to a car if your in a non walkable area, first aid tips, how to get and use a burner phone, what type of weapons you might need and how to use them, a guide on how to use most commonplace guns, chargers to use for any devices you might bring.
All of it, I've got multiple notebooks to I'm spreading it across them.
I'm looking for other things to add too it, or if you see one or more subjects in here that you know a lot about/ can help with, feel free to reply or reblog with it, and if you don't want it attached to your profile, my asks are open and free to use. Anything is helpful, anything at all.
I'll be deleting this by January, you have until then to send.
Please, please please please, reblog this. don't just 'like' it
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Elegy
(A Content SMP poem):
I never knew what it was like
to care for something
until you came along.
At first you were nothing to me,
but then nothing became something,
and then something became everything,
and I had no idea until that everything
became nothing once more.
As I carried you home,
I felt as if my tears could fill oceans
and my cries could fill the ears
of everyone in this world
to let them know what I lost.
I never knew what it was like
to be changed,
to become changed,
until your presence changed me.
You were my friend
who was the moon to my night skies,
the lantern to my dark paths,
and every single candle
that lit up every single one of my rooms.
And now that you are gone,
I have no idea what to do now,
or where to go.
I have become lost in my own darkness
once more,
and had know idea I was lost the first time
until you were there.
I never knew what it was like
to miss something
or someone
until this very moment.
As you lay buried in the garden,
your body is placed in the ground,
and yet it feels as if you’re a thousand miles
away from me.
I miss you more than the dry earth
misses rain.
I miss you more than the sun
misses the moon as it passes in the sky,
and more than the moon misses the sun
because of the same thing.
I miss you more than the ocean
misses every coral reef
that dies within it,
and I miss you more than the forest
misses every tree it loses to the fire
one way or another.
I miss you more than the terrible swordsman
who misses every swing,
and the terrible marksman
who misses every shot.
I miss you more than I miss
the bliss of ignorance,
and euphoria of not caring for anything,
and every meal that I have ever finished,
and every meal that will be left unfinished
from now on.
I miss you from your smile,
to our jokes,
to your simple existence in my house,
to the way that you’d burn every marshmallow,
to even the way that you’d step
on the amethyst floor
where we first became friends.
I love you so much
and if I had the chance to tell you that,
I would.
Even if I only had five minutes,
or even five seconds,
I would.
Goodbye.
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Just watched doctor4t’s latest video. Damn you, r4t. Damn you for making me get in my feels and actually cry :(
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I’m a teenager
I shouldn’t have to worry about politics.
I shouldn’t have to worry about my rights
being stripped away
because of an election.
I’m a teenager
still a kid
I shouldn’t need to be scared
for the world
for my country
for myself.
I’m just a kid.
I’m just a kid.
I can’t do anything
my voice is too small to be heard
too easily dismissed.
I’m just a kid.
I’m just a kid.
I shouldn’t need to be afraid about this
I’M JUST A KID.
I only want to survive.
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REBLOG IF YOU ARE AGAINST TRUMP AND PROJECT 2025
REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR PEOPLE WHO NO LONGER HAVE ONE IRL
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