#*fingerguns* ; )))

[scribefindegil]

A song about coming to terms with my chronic illness. I wrote it last winter during a period where I could barely move and was felt like I had lost huge parts of myself. Sometimes all you can do is exist, but that's enough. (Recorded on my phone, so sorry about the lackluster audio!)

Here (To The Witch Who Cursed Me)

Was this a curse of dark despair Your witch-knots tangled in my hair That whisper all my losses in their strange sad litany? That slow my voice, that dull my mind, Oh did you think that they’d unwind The threads of who I am until there’s nothing left of me?

Well there are birds outside my window, There is breath within my lungs, There is wonder to be conjured from this trail of winding crumbs.

Cause I am here and I am here and I am here And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am.

Was this a curse of loneliness This weight you planted in my chest That binds me to this ruined tower with neither door nor key? You struck my body half-asleep And left me here to sit and weep Until I cracked with longing for the world that used to be.

Well there are pilgrims who will find me, Who will scale these crumbling stones, So I trust to legs and minds and hands and voices not my own.

There is no quest can save me, though I know that they would try There are curses we cannot dispel and knots we can’t untie So I’ll live and let them love me; we will write a kinder tale Whatever doom you dreamed for me, I hope you know you failed.

Cause I am here and I am here and I am here And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am.

There are friends to take my side in all the battles I can’t win And we’ll pluck out threads of gold from all the straw that I can’t spin There are wildflowers blooming in the garden I can’t tend And you may have changed my story, but this life is not the end.

And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am here and I am here and I am here And I am. And I am. And I am.

[ant1quar1an]

Society is so funky

I say we just be unapologetically ourselves. Goof off but in a respectful way (in the way of not putting down anyone else or anything that would be considered Very Serious).

(Lil'. Lil' rant under the cut. Because this is something I encounter and dearly hate.)

'Cause telling someone not to do something that is essentially just them expressing their emotions is, in my opinion, almost akin to going up to someone who is hard of hearing or deaf and holding their hands to stop them from using sign language.

It's like shutting up people, and if there's anything in life I really hate, it's that.

I may not agree with people's opinions but I most definitely do not tell them to stop doing a thing that they do.

Like part of society that people need to understand is that if you are uncomfortable, simply do not interact.

If it's about a Big Thing that's Highly Disrespectful, then yes- that makes sense. You should probably tell the person that they might be crossing lines, but if it's just a goofy thing they say or part of their comedic self then for fucks sake just leave them be.

You'll always find people out there that you don't like, don't agree with, and things that they may say as a joke (like, "i love >insert name<", "that's my spouse", "i want to smooch them") that may make you uncomfortable- but that does not mean you have a right to put them down and tell them to stop.

Yes, there will always be exceptions to this rule. No, do not take this out of context.

I do not mean if someone's being an asshole you don't tell them that they're acting stupid.

I'm just saying that you should not be out here repressing people's personality traits and goofy shenanigans.

( I am also not saying not to tell someone if they are making you uncomfortable- boundaries are very important- but if you are on some Content Creators blog telling them not to do something that they enjoy/is essentially Their Thing at this point, then please just reach maturity so that you can understand that you have the power to click off and leave that Content Creator alone. )

[flappervcmp]

[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

Eye's wide as she stared at Calcifer, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink as she watched his hand move up close to her face before his finger lands under her chin, tipping it up slightly so they were eye level.

"...Hello to you too, Cal." Annie smiled slightly, a hum escaping her throat as he ran his thumb across the lower half of her cheek, head unwillingly tilting towards his hand at the motion.

[pseudolife-archived2]

Roach was a sleeper - literally. He could sleep in any environment - hot or cold, wet or dry, loud or silent - it didn't matter, as long as the sergeant felt protected, felt safe, he could sleep through just about anything, a fact that was both a blessing and a curse for their line of work. A blessing because caffeine was limited, and didn't really compare to a good night's rest, or even a small nap. A curse because -

Because sleeping Roach also had difficulty with personal space. Often drifting off to sleep on Soap's shoulder and once, in a shameful moment, on Price's arm. Today's victim? Ghost's thigh. Warm and unfortunately there as the sergeant tips over from his upright position and just - collapses. Helmet free head thumping comfortably into Ghost's lap like it belonged, cheek nuzzling at a clothed thigh as he sighs through his nose and gets comfortable.

@lt-ghxst ; ROACH for GHOST starter call ; accepting

[analyticallymindedaa]

well i'm back on here for the time being as tumblr just terminated my new blog. i'm currently appealing but. until this gets fixed i'm probably just gonna be on discord so if anyone would like to add me there it's bbkate

[summer-r-storm]

My brain is spitting out Danny Phantom reboot ideas/concepts which would be nice if I didnt have a DEADLINE to make for my actual book that will be published in just a FEW MONTH so if I could focus on the primary project that would be nice.

[kylebarf]

“ hey dudes ! ”

[findmeintheswamps]

My earbuds start playing my spotify if anything so much as bumps it, which is really annoying when you are watching or listening to something else but now I've put Bling-Bang-Bang-Born on repeat so when ever it gets set off it just matches the background noise of my brain and is actually kind of a vibe.

[brotherinsin]

i would love to actually write something and yet........ head empty, brain smooth

[nights-at-crystarium]

ponytail

[ant1quar1an]

HAVE I LOCATED MORE DUSTS TO ADD TO THE DUSTWALL AND DUSTVERSE? /silly

That. That is a wonderful design. And man. I'm tempted.

(If given permission of course)

Hear me out

Dust as a spy

OK. FIGHTS U WITH BODYGUARD! DUST

plus dusty crumb because I LOVE HIMMMM

Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale Dusty Crumb Dust Sans belongs to kredena-dark

[nimpnawakproduction]

It was @pinklicour idea and damn such a good one !

[honorhearted]

@quinnverse

Benjamin loathed parties. Normally, he was not privy to fieldwork -- no, that was more of Abraham's contribution to the Cause -- but in this particular instance, it was agreed upon that only Benjamin was capable of furthering the ruse for the Dunster family. With his fondness for acting versus W.oodhull's constant nerves, the decision quickly became obvious.

So now, after falsely writing as a "friend of a friend" from New H.aven, Benjamin found himself invited to the Dunster manor for the chance to rub elbows and sell his wares. His correspondence claimed that he sold hogs and items of the mercantile sort, which naturally interested Mr. Dunster and his preening friends. Sometimes, it was almost too easy to slip in with these nubby-headed l.oyalists.

Hanging along the outskirts, Benjamin took a generous swallow of madeira, trying not to roll his eyes as he listened to the grating falsetto from the woman at his side. She kept ranting and raving about how she couldn't get her specific gown patterns in this godforsaken e.conomy, and resisting the urge to snap at her, he instead took another large mouthful to drown out his distaste. Unfortunately, the blustering peacocks all around them seemed equally outraged.

"Mr. B.olton," the agitating falsetto prodded. "As a mercantile merchant, surely you understand our misgivings? Is there any end in sight?"

Not nearly soon enough, Benjamin blandly thought. Before he could offer a reply, however, the target's daughter came breathlessly from the line of nearby dancers, sparkly-eyed and all smiles, and serving as the perfect excuse to pry himself free.

"Excuse me," he muttered. Handing his wine to the spluttering woman at his side, he made a beeline for the unsuspecting girl -- Emma, if he recalled correctly -- before coming up to her side.

"Good evening, Miss Dunster," he greeted. He forced what he hoped to be a disarming smile. "I don't believe I've yet had the pleasure... I've been visiting with your father for the past few days, but it would seem our paths have yet to cross. Until now, of course." He extended a hand. "John B.olton, at your service."

She was rather pretty with soft, blushing cheeks, vibrant eyes and hair the color of a vivid sunset, but Benjamin knew all roses came with thorns -- and a l.oyalist, most of all.

"Will you be in town long?" he asked. "I'd heard you just arrived from England."

In truth, he was rather curious about how the w.ar was spoken of overseas, but he didn't dare to start prodding so soon.

[rosetterer]

tommy is a 👉👉 kind of gay and buck is a 👌🤌🫸 kind of bi, i don't make the rules

[yoakkemae]

mouth still running faster than his brain , he can't stop the statement of ' why would you going on dates surprise me ? i've seen you at bars ' that comes out of his lips. in the next moment , however , an apologetic expression covers his face as rossi's words seem to penetrate and he realises just how much he's overstepping.

plus , he understands. he certainly tries his best to never tell the team when he manages to score a date here and there. ( he doesn't really need the added commentary from his team , as much as he loves them. for the most part , they never did seem to notice , and there was no doubt in his mind that if they did notice , they'd say something. ). ' but you're right , you shouldn't have to share anything you don't want to. i'm sorry. just ... if you are seeing someone , i hope you're happy. '

@yoakkemae

               of   all   the   profilers   to   stop   him,   why   did   it   have   to   be   the   kid?      they   all   know   he   has   a   tendency   to   blurt   things   out   without   thinking   it   through,   and   this   was   a   prime   example.      david   pinches   the   bridge   of   his   nose,   and   shakes   his   head.      interesting   how   someone   with   such   little   dating   experience   seemed   to   know   rossi’s   secret.      ❝   you   know   reid,   there   are   actually   a   lot   of   things   you   don’t   know   about   me.      why   do   you   think   that   is?   ❞      he   does   try   to   keep   certain   aspects   of   his   life   private.      the   reason   being   he   just   wants   some   things   to   himself,   like   this   new   formed   relationship   with   strauss.

               ❝   i’m   sure   it   would   surprise   you   to   know   i’ve   had   quite   a   few   dates   since   coming   out   of   retirement,   many   of   which   you   know   nothing   about.      sometimes   a   man   just   wants   to   keep   some   things   to   himself.   ❞

[smokingbomber]