#BELOVED 29

[jusst-you-race]

you make me feel comfortable here i swear, esp recently since seeing

oscar between haasbands (obsessed with the snippet)

rarepairs supporter (GAX and 2019 rookies- YES but may i offer you galex+lily or whatever their ship name is)

topgun????

strollonso / non lance hater (a big, warm and extra tight hug for that btw)

on this blog

~29

nonnie 29 I am kissing you so gently on the forehead mwah

I am a massive rare pair supporter you have no idea I can and will ship Anything as demonstrated by seeing oscar in between the haasbands on track and going yeah I can rpf that… exploring new and interesting dynamics is SO fun to me fr

Gax my beloved… always thinking about Gax tbh… and Galex + Lily! I believe I have read at least one fic for this and yeah…. Yeah…. Cool fun couple and their awkward bestie turned shared boyfriend? I’m compelled! they have a lot of fun potential especially with the whole galex being sort of exes then alex dating lily and George being weird about it …. yeah … Lily rolling her eyes and slamming their heads together to make them sort their shit out… it’s very challengers if challengers was slightly less toxic (because they’re all sweet goofballs at heart)

oh my god so I’m Very into top gun fun fact hangster and icemav will always have my whole damn heart like I am actively repressing the urge to come up with some kind of f1 top gun au (or top gun f1 au…….. fuck……..) because I have Other things to write but maybe one day…. if anyone dms me about it though I may be unable to resist

strollonso! Lance! most in love couple on the grid (Haasbands are coming for their title tho) <3 I care them deeply there is something so special about war criminal Fernando going to Aston Martin and becoming the softest sap ever… “I will always support him” like… look rpf is all fun and games and Im not trying to claim any of these men are Actually in a relationship but if I was… well I know where I’d start… Lancey is very special to me I will always be pro Lance he is a princess and has never done anything wrong in his life! yeah idk the unreasonable amounts of hate he gets just makes me really upset so you will not find any of that here ever!

on the matter of you being comfortable in my little corner of the internet, that seriously means the world to hear! I do try to be a positive space so I’m very glad I have succeeded in that with you! sorry I’m really just yapping away here BUT this kind of feels like a time to maybe put an idea I’ve been mulling over into the world… maybe this already exists or whatever but I’ve been thinking about the idea of a discord server specifically for the people who love most if not all of the drivers… or for people who love the less popular drivers even? but mostly a place free from haterism because why I respect the haterism and I think everyone is entitled to it… I just kind of don’t have that in me? And I feel like I can’t be alone in that… anyway putting out feelers for if this would be something people would be interested in… for the saps with too big a heart shall we say (for the rare pair shippers even? I dunno)

sorry for hijacking your ask and for my inability to shut up love you nonnie 29 <3

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[i-28-29]

"Real boy" ending but Sophia takes revenge on Geppetto

[mon-ster-chen]

💫..pls help S*O*S...😛❣️😛❣️😛❣️😛

[viv-annelore]

[demonprincesuteishi]

Stacey observing Zox's and Kaito's tennis skills and thinking about how he's going to have to turn traitor to save Yatsude because they suck so bad

[buildmeaboy]

Happy 20th anniversary to one of the only movies ever

[guitarmasterx7]

story post. i have a shitton of these so expect them uploaded here for archival purposes

[what-do-bunyips-look-like]

This crab day thing has gotten so frustrating so fast. The person who suggested it is an anti-abortion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobe. Many of the people spreading additional posts and info are ALSO anti-abortion right wing christian transphobes. Seriously. Start clicking their blogs when you see these posts. Search "abortion" and "feminism" and "trans" and "gender" and "groomer." This is really easy to confirm. But people don't give a shit because "crabs fun." okay.

And its not like people aren't aware of it at this point. Search "crab day" on tumblr and a good chunk of the results are asks saying "hey btw crab day was started by a transphobe/right wing christian." and most of those people have responded with something along the lines of "Um okay but like its a good idea though??? You guys can't even collaborate with conservatives for like a second to achieve a political goal? UGH this is why nothing ever gets done 🙄." or "Um okay but like that post had nothing to do with their political beliefs. so like its fine lol. Crab fun." Or "oh no omg im so sorry thats so gross i deleted the post but im still gonna keep reblogging all the other posts by the conservative transphobic anti abortion right wing christians whos blogs i wont check because we need to save tumblr!!!!"

Let me make this really fucking clear for those who don't get it: it doesn't matter if the post is not about their political beliefs. You and all your mutuals are reblogging them. You are making it easier for them to network and find each other. You are bringing them new followers, a bigger audience, a bigger platform and a bigger pool of people who will spread their oh so relatable non-political posts. Which will bring in more followers. And some of those new followers are going to be young dumbasses who are going to see all their posts about "groomers" and "mutilation" and the evils of porn and the horrors of abortion and how feminism actually harms women and do i need to tell you how that story ends?

You are showing that "crab fun" is way more important to you than the safety of trans tumblr users. You are giving them a bigger platform and a wider net with which to potentially harm trans people. By saying that you're not going to let their political beliefs ruin your fun, you're making it very clear that trans people are less important than your fun. And you're making it VERY fucking clear that you'd RATHER tumblr become a safe and welcoming place for anti-feminist anti-abortion right wing transphobes than give up fun crab.

You are showing that your need to throw money at a corporation is more important to you than trans tumblr users. I get where you are coming from. I do. You want tumblr to keep existing. I want tumblr to keep existing. I also want the other trans people who use this fucking platform to keep existing because frankly, they are the only reason i'm here. and if they aren't safe here and if you will throw us away just to keep tumblr shambling along a little longer then I have no fucking interest in tumblr.

"Okay but we need to save tumblr uwu!!!!" Look I'm just some dumbass and I don't know shit (and to be PERFECTLY honest, so are you), but I think this is a little more complicated than "if we raise enough money we can save the school/family farm/community centre/(insert cozy heartwarming thing that needs to be saved)!" As other smarter people have said, tumblr is operating at a yearly $30 million deficit. Thats $30 million just to break even. For one year. not become profitable. Its not a bail them out once and its all good forever situation. Tumblr is not a small message board run by volunteers who actually use donations to stay afloat. They are not a non-profit. They are not running a pledge drive. Throwing money at a corporation does not a nonprofit make. It makes you a consumer.

Your response to "tumblr making bad changes" is "give them money for making the bad changes to show that we don't like bad changes!! A reverse boycott'll show 'em!!" You sure about that??? (And some of you are calling this """""unionizing?"""" Put that word back on the shelf.) You don't know what you're doing and you're not listening to the smarter people who have tried to explain it to you. And once again, you're showing that this half baked scheme is more important to you than trans tumblr users. because crab fun.

And @everyone whos clambering over each other to "collaborate with conservatives for a good cause," we already fucking know that you love to do this shit. You are the same people who will say "yeah but theres bad people on both sides!!!" and who wont give up your Harry Potter or your Chick-Fil-A. You will throw us under the bus the SECOND it gets you something you want. Even something as stupid and small as pickle brine or a shitty videogame or fucking "crab day." And guess what. The second all your "shared goals" are accomplished and the conservatives get what they want FROM YOU??? You're going straight under that bus too.

And also, isn't it maybe a little hmmmm. SUSPICIOUS that CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIANS want to throw money at the site that we've been bitching and screaming at for how unfairly it censors any display of queer sexuality????? They don't have the same problems with tumblr that you do. You think that collaborating with THEM is gonna stop that? Gonna get the porn ban reversed? Gonna turn tumblr into a co-op? Gonna "unionize this bitch?" Hello????

If you must. MUST participate in this because crab oh so fun and tumblr is oh so in need of saving then for the LOVE of FUCK make your OWN POST and STOP PLATFORMING THESE PEOPLE. i don't want to hear "Oh but its a good idea it doesn't matter if a bad person came up with it separate art from the artist lol" if you're not MAKING AN ACTUAL EFFORT TO EXCLUDE THEM FROM THIS. BLOCK THEM. CHECK THEIR BLOGS. BLACKLIST THEIR URLS. ITS EASY.

and then maybe go give your $3 to an actual non-profit. or to an actual leftist independent organization. Or wikipedia. Or inaturalist. Or to one of the many hyperspecific message boards out there who are struggling along on donations from like 5 people. Or maybe, maybe, give your fucking $3 to an abortion fund or to a trans person's go fund me so they can buy food. Or to a womens shelter or a fucking homeless person or to any of the other people who anti-abotion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobes want to stop existing.

My partner is afraid to leave the house alone because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are getting their HRT ripped away from them because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are being forced to give birth because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. Every day I'm ready to get the news that the state my partner is in is no longer safe and we have to figure out an escape plan. These people do REAL HARM in the REAL WORLD and their beliefs are, tbh, way more fucking insidious and mainstream and tolerated than those of TERFs.

But fun crabs are more important. okay.

[bitchapalooza]

Giggling and kicking my feet at the smallest bit of (platonic) Zolu I'm writing kshsjsjsjs

[raytm]

me: god I love old man yaoi !!

[mellowwhumps]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 12: Building collapse | Trapped under rubble | “I can’t move my legs.”

OCs: Haley, Halcyon, Ria

CW: nothing major, i think

@whumperless-whump-event

It was supposed to be a safe trip. He was supposed to leave her near a less-dilapidated building, then head to the more affected areas to assess the damage that needed to be fixed. She wasn’t meant to come. She wasn’t meant to warn him or happen upon a poorly-adjusted foundation. 

He took the brunt of the damage for her.

Haley groaned, every part of his body aching. He could not see the extent of her injuries without a source of brightness, but she could at least position herself to be more comfortable and talk normally. He, on the other hand, was quite trapped.

He took a deep breath, spending a moment to check over his ability to move. It wasn’t the worst injury he ever had. His legs weren’t even crushed, just lodged in a tight space. At a single glance, he could tell those rocks were the only thing supporting the rubble from crashing down on them.

“Ria. I am…unable to move my legs, so you need to escape and get help first.”

“How? How do I…you…” Ah. She’s breathing heavily. If it continued, they would easily run out of oxygen and perish. Not the best way to go, nor heroic either. Not fitting for her.

“Breathe. The building was small enough, and it was a single part of it that crumbled. There will be an exit.” A little lie wouldn’t hurt right now. He squinted, examining the wreckage. A crack of light shines, though miniscule, but it was more than enough for him. “Behind you. Dig there. Be careful not to get hurt.”

Her hands were trembling. Was it nervousness or his blood loss? Still, she finds the location and gently lifts each rock, placing it by the side and repeating the action. It’s a long process, one that was much too worrying. 

After what felt like forever, it was small enough to squeeze through. She crawled out, sprinted off, and was gone. 

She’s safe. Nothing mattered more than that.

Something heavy makes contact with his skull. He kept his eyes open for her until exhaustion overwhelmed his senses, dragging him back into darkness.

—————

Ria was a coward. Put on a brave face, but when it came to life or death, she’d run away any minute. She never even asked if he was unhurt, or tried to get him out. She had to get help. The rest of the building could have collapsed right down on him, right now, and once again she would be powerless to do anything herself. 

She needed to get help first. That’s what he instructed her to do. If none of the eyes around her even bothered to come out and help, then she would find someone who would.

She runs. But she isn’t running away.

She meets the stranger once more, clad in armor and with that horrible concerned expression on her face. The stranger told her she was crying. She hadn’t even noticed. A sign of weakness, now? No, she had to be stronger.

“…Where is your caretaker?” The knight asks. She helped her before, ever the kind person in a world of people who wouldn’t see what she saw. The only good adult she knew. Ria takes her hand, even if her palm was merely half that size, and leads her forward, striding the streets. 

The knight calls for more assistance not a second after turning the corner.

She never looked back just now, never checked just how much damage there was. The building in front of her was nothing but dust and rubble. He never told the truth to her, and sounded so confident in her as well. 

She was scrabbling at the rocks before anyone else even came close to stopping her, calling his name until her voice became hoarse. The hole she made had disappeared. No response. The woman squats beside her and starts lifting the heavier rocks, gesturing for others to help.

Ria sees the blood before the colour of his scarf, running in rivulets down his forehead. His arm twists unnaturally; the arm he must have used to try and shield her. There are so many things wrong with the situation she doesn’t even know which part to start panicking about.

Her gaze shifts to his chest, rising and falling unsteadily. He’s breathing, he’s going to be alright. The woman beside her mutters absently that it might as well be a miracle, even as her attempts to garner reaction from him don’t make him shift in the slightest. 

Miracle. She doesn’t even know what that word means. She would have pestered Haley to ask about it, the stupid, stupid man who was so smart and strong, who could fight easier than breathing, who knew how to get her out before she met the same fate as him; near-dead and gut-wrenchingly helpless to his own plight. 

If this was what ‘protecting’ was, she realises, then, that she’d have done the same in a heartbeat. He wouldn’t have wanted that, but even so, she always had that same kind of stubbornness in her.

[3leafstem]

Our Little Secret

Day 29 of 100 Days of Deathduo; from superhero and sidekick au

Here is a drabble to go along with it:

Clover knows staring at her phone when the path is so crowded is bound to lead to some accident, but the article detailing hero duo Sentinel and Voidwalker’s latest expedition and how it went wrong keeps her full attention. She reaches the end, where the news outlet attaches a photo of Sentinel carrying an unconscious Voidwalker and fleeing the scene. Clover sighs, thinking about her coworkers--her friends.

She collides into someone’s back, letting out a small ‘oof’ before backing up to apologize. “Sorry--” Her thoughts are cut off  when she takes in the person in front of her, and Clover’s breath catches in her throat.

The young woman is halfway through her own apology when she’s turning to Clover. Silver hair sways with the movement, and Clover has seen this a thousand times, will recognize the back of that wavy hair and sheepish smile turning back towards her anywhere. It doesn’t matter that this hair is draped over proud shoulders rather than pulled back in a braid. It doesn’t matter that the eyes that meet Clover’s are not shielded by blue-tinted goggles because they still smile wherever they look, and they are just as violet as Clover has imagined them, if not warmer. “Don’t worry about it. I stopped too quickly.” 

And that is her voice, the same one that gives Clover gratifying compliments after a job, or passes reassuring murmurs and a squeeze on the shoulder when something goes wrong, or whispers puns into her ear during meetings, already stifling giggles before the punchline even leaves her mouth. Clover doesn’t even register what they say.

"Star--" It slips out before she can clamp a hand over her mouth. Clover’s heart thumps a bit harder in her chest, and she glances left and right for eavesdroppers before finally lifting her eyes back up to the hero. 

Starstorm’s shoulders are tense, and her eyebrows are raised. There is no doubt they have heard the mumbled exclamation from Clover. As Clover processes their expression, trying to figure out if she has made a mistake, she almost flinches at her realization. Would her hero even recognize her back? Clover always wears a goggled mask much like Starstorm, but it’s more opaque, green eyes dulled to a gray by the tinted glass. Her hair is always pulled up on duty, not loose and covering her face's frame like it does now. Clover is even so paranoid that she alters the vibrations of her own voice when talking to Starstorm not over a radio, only slightly because it’s difficult and takes an incredible amount of focus. Even if it doesn’t make a difference, Clover hardly spoke just now.

Starstorm will not recognize her. Clover’s stomach twists at the thought. 

Then Starstorm smiles. It is bright and warm and everything the smile of a hero, a symbol, should be, and it curves up the bottom of their eyes as their cheeks rise. They place a finger to their upturned lips. "Our little secret," they whisper in the same light tone used for quick quips during conferences, only for Clover’s ears.

And for a moment, Clover thinks they know--know who Clover is, have realized just the same that their sidekick stands before them, but as Starstorm withdraws their hand and turns back to the moving crowd, Clover knows she is just another citizen to her hero in disguise, one who has deciphered the secret identity of the prevalent figure in civilian costume. In or out of disguise, Clover has never figured out whether the public hero or the regular civilian is the true mask, for either herself or Starstorm.

[scarlet-traveler]

More merch from @olldolldraws! I love these adorable fantasy stickers and I can’t wait to display the prints somewhere 💕💕💕

[eldritchqueerture]

malevolent season 4 is like a best friend to me

[demonprincesuteishi]

Stacey when he can't take a compliment