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When even tumble notices that your a bit mental😭😭
#Besides that it was nice#I Sent a bunch of advice to a few people who were hurting and got like three thank yous and that just#Aaaaaaaaahhhhh#melted my heart cause I wasn’t expecting anything back#I’m hoping all the people who got my messages will be doing better❤️#That was honestly so fun#I had to force myself to stop cause I just kept going lol
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Boys with acne I love you
Boys with stretch marks I love you
Boys with cellulite I love you
Boys with crooked teeth I love you
Boys with weird smiles I love you
#these are qualities I have that I find nice about myself (besides the smile bit)#so why wouldn't i love them on someone else?#gay yearning#mlm yearning#mlm concept#gay concept#mlm thoughts#trans mlm#gay mlm
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i just wanna be someone’s fat wife. that’s it that’s my biggest goal in life
#granted i also wanna be published and get a PhD but that’s besides the point#i wanna say hi babe welcome home i made cookies#bc i got home early and did indeed make cookies.#and then i wanna have a nice domestic day and j wanna go to sleep MARRIED#and i wanna brag abt my spouse#although the funnel sessions and days of binging are our secret <3
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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.
one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.
i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.
the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.
my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.
i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.
#writeblr#i was doing a lot with high school students. over and over again#other teachers kept asking me what i was doing differently - why the kids listened to me. i am not particularly foreboding#and i have a pretty firm personal policy of never reacting in anger#godhelpme.#i was always kind of taken aback#because in general the kids were pretty easy. i explained i needed to keep everything “PG-13” because this was my workplace#and it was kind of their workplace#too. besides#i love swearing#and since i couldn't swear#neither could they - so if they were going to say “fuck” or become violent#they needed to choose a really specific time#because we only get “the one”.. sure enough - nobody wanted to waste the one very specific “fuck” utterance. kids listened.#i think just because - that rule makes sense. the kids understand that i don't want to be unfair to them#that censorship is stupid#but that i'm under these rules too so like let's ride it out together#also i look young and tbh between me and u nobody wants to make the nice english teacher cry#the way these kids defended me to their friends was really genuinely so heartwarming bc the Grouchy Frat Boy#would be like MISS RAQUEL DOESN'T DESERVE THAT KIND OF AN ATTITUDE BRO DON'T TALK BACK TO HER
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you better not be acting silly and goofy when i get there bumblebee!!!
bumblebees ass:
BEST BOI FR
#bro did nothing besides looking nice and silly bless him the g1 spirit lives on#bumblebee#tfes#tfe#earthspark spoilers#earthspark#tf earthspark#tfes spoilers#tfe bumblebee
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more shenanigans from the vanha kauppahalli date!!! i.e how quickly can maffhew offend an entire nation and getting deported because he somehow manages to butcher everything
man who desperately seeks approval and very wary to not offend his husband's teammates language he needs to excel at this and not make a fool of himself (spoiler alert he makes a fool of himself anyways)
#matthew tkachuk#aleksander barkov#florida panthers#2425#“oulu” “thats mikksy town” “thats mikksys town!!!! (suddenly realises he needs to get this so right) OUGCGHLU”#[deep breathes. struggling. heavy breathing.]#← girl who is trying her best she needs to be so good at finnish which is normal to want and possible to achieve#sasha dying beside him the whole time#“how... how do you say it wrong 🤣🤣🤣” “UUS- I DONT KNOW 😭😭”#HIS VOICR CRACK. SASHA BE NICE HES TRYING SO HARD HES EXERTING BRAIN POWER HE DOESNT HAVE.#“[butchers uusikaupunki for the nth time] its just... not gonna get it-” “[taking phone away for the good of the country] yeah thats enough”#PLEASEEEEEE#their banter is so funny maffhew you are so bad at this and sasha is terribly charmed its hilarious
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My piece for the @surgeonofdeathcollab :D Thank you for the event 🖤🖤🖤
#one piece#trafalgar law#trafalgardwaterlaw#op fanart#surgeonofdeathcollab#vewu art#he is finally hereeeee#outfit 55 - all glitter and a crystal heart?? I had to pick it up#look at him - edgy and sparkly#✨✨✨#also#i can't believe i rendered clothes#i can't believe i drew such a nice hand either#golden age of vewu art began apparently lets gooooooo#:D#besides - go and check all the amazing fanarts for surgeonofdeathcollab#they are absolutely GORGEOUS#big kudos to all of the artist and organizers ❤❤❤!
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I've been following you for years, and I love your art. Seeing you repost your older art pieces reminded me how much I loved the angry, bitter, miserable Machete art and how it resonated with me... but a part of me is also so happy to see the current art of him being happy. Cute art of him as a unicorn, or chilling in a bathtub with Vasco. Like, we're all growing and healing :')
#thank you!#he's been angry and bitter and miserable for so long it feels nice to give him an ounce of happiness for a change#some reasons to live besides spite and sense of duty#answered#anonymous#I always saw him as a character who's unsalvageable corrupted and doomed by narrative#and that the only way out of his miserable existence was a well deserved death#it sounds extremely cliche but I genuinely had no idea it would be so cathartic to view him through a lens of like#hope and healing and being worthy of love and saving despite your evident flaws and failings#unplanned redemption arc kapow#Vasco really just sauntered in and flipped the whole situation on it's head#sorry folks he has a boyfriend and gets regular pets and hugs and kisses now
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One of my favorite things to think about with Capitano is an arranged marriage with a reader who is initially very shy, quiet, and kinda scared of him. But the more they get to know him and spend time with him, they get much more louder and excited and talk a lot- Capitano is taken aback by this change of behavior and frankly surprised because absolutely no one acts like this with him which leaves him unsure of what to do. He didn't expect you to open up like this and do stuff like grab onto his arm so casually - but he's not complaining. He likes to let you do what you want, it's rather endearing.
#smooches talks#capitano love notes <3#i feel like he would like someone who talks alot cuz hes mostly a quiet man besides his fatui business yk#its nice to hear ur voice fill the void :)#capitano x reader
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When I got home I meant to give you some sweet chrysanthemum The wind chimes were ringing all wrong And you were standing in the doorway singing along
#lifesteal#lifesteal smp#lssmp#princezam#loosely intended to be zam from the 'reunion' s5 vod but there is nothing here to indicate this besides the vibe. take my word for it#but that explains my song choice#and i tried to remember how nice it had been a long long time ago but i couldn't remember i honestly could not remember <3
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(bnha manga ending spoilers)
what was the point
what was the point
what was the point
WHAT WAS THE POINT
WHAT WAS THE POINT
WHAT WAS THE POINT 😭😭
what was the pointtttt
#i don’t have it in me to be more eloquent rn#just feel really disappointed and sad about tenkos arc and apparent death#what was the point of showing us over and over again the he was a victim and that izuku was so intent on saving him#on not killing tomura and rescuing tenko#what was the point of showing us the aspirations of him as a kid and all his tragedy and all the ways he was manipulated and exploited#all for him to say nice try i can never be saved and then deku killing him?????#for none of that to get resolved for society to move on from this war with basically no apparent change#besides civilians saying oh well pull our weight now ☺️ without no resolution to all the problems that created villains in the first place?#and now tomura is gone tenko is gone izuku seems like a husk of himself but i dont think that’ll get resolved either#it’s just. it’s all disappointing. especially when the build up felt really good like we were going somewhere!!!#anyways. no one wins okayyyy#shigaraki tomura#shimura tenko#tenko shimura#tomura shigaraki#bnha manga spoilers#my stuff#bnha critical
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MAYA AND CARINA STATION 19: 7x07 'Give It All'
#station 19#station 19 spoilers#station19edit#carina x maya#carina deluca#maya bishop#mine#well heres ours i guess!#the lighting is absolute ass by the way#but don't worry the straight parts were nice and bright!#and the coloring sucks because their kitchen is ugly and yellow but thats beside the point#i just...have no words#like the kiss??? why did their mouths barely touch...why can't we get a normal kiss in a 10 pm time slot#what is with the editing in the last gif with the fridge part??#i don't understand#we got better quality at 8 pm last season#i'm just so upset...probably won't gif anything else tonight maybe tomorrow#this show really knows how to just suck the life out of you
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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 3 ]
{☆} characters neuvillette, wriothesley, furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ]
Wriothesley was not a man of superstition. He did not kneel at the altars until his knees bled, he did not pray until his voice gave out– he did not, contrary to popular belief, suffer divine punishment for his apparent lack of respect.
After all, what Divine would look so deep beneath the waves just for a glimpse of the sinners that inhabit it?
Not them, evidently.
He hadn't slept in the past four days, though. There was a heavy air of something where ever he walked– it followed him like a thick fog, lingering and choking him until it dragged him to his knees like a chain. His thoughts inevitably linger on the striking, extravagant letter so conveniently adorning his desk at the fortress– the broken wax seal, the letter tucked into his pocket.
He'd recognize the seal of the Iudex any day. Wasn't often he spoke to him– but the shaky, distorted words hastily etched into the paper made him pause. Neuvillette always had a steady hand– elegant, flowing script that him of flowing water.
It had kept him up for days.
The implications were..haunting. He'd poured over the letter for hours, illuminated only by faint light of his desk lamp. Yet no matter how many times he tries to see what must be hidden beneath the ink, the paper itself even, he finds nothing but the shaky script of a request that sends a bolt of pure frost through his veins.
He noticed, of course, the odd goings on of Fontaine. He'd heard vague whispers of the Divine's hunt for the imposter– he'd heard, too, of the ceaseless rain pelting Fontaine until even he wondered if the nation would finally sink beneath the waves.
It didn't, though. And that only made it all the more odd. Days of constant rain, just for it to stop suddenly..he tugged his coat tighter around him, throwing up the hood of the cloak clasped even tighter over it with a grunt as he leaned around the corner of the alleyway.
He didn't believe in superstition, but this was too hard to ignore as a simple weather anomaly.
Maybe that was why he ignored his gut– he knew that this was probably a trap, at the very least it was suspicious. But damn it, he couldn't ignore the instinct to follow the only lead he had.
His boots clicked against the rain stricken streets as he stalked through the shadows, mindful of the clinking of machine patrols just a few streets away. Yet every step felt heavier then the last as he took a long, good look at the Palais Mermonia. He almost considered bringing out his gauntlets, but he thought better of it– if it came down to it, he needed information. And he would need whoever was waiting for him alive for that– the dead don't speak and all that.
The letter's directions led him in a..rather roundabout entrance to a secluded room, evidently, as he lifted his hand and quietly knocked against the door. Two rapid knocks, pause, another knock, pause, four knocks. It doesn't take long until he hears the latch of the door unlock.
The leather of his gloves creaks as he clenches his fists, adjusting his stance. He's ready for a fight, if he must, but as the door quietly slides open he feel the weight on his shoulders relax slightly– the familiar, sharp features of Neuvillette meets him. He almost reflexively smiles at the way his pupils turn into thin slits, a momentary surprise that he quickly hides well behind a cough and the creak of the door as he pulls it open fully.
"Wriothesley. I see my letter has found you well. Please, come in." Polite as ever, Neuvillette steps aside to let him in, but he can see the exhaustion lining his features– the bags under his eyes aren't as well hidden as he thinks, at least to him. "Bit odd to be inviting me all the way out here in the middle of the night, don't you think?"
His tone is smooth as he steps into the room, brushing down his hood and glancing at Neuvillette over his shoulder, watching as he shuts and locks the door behind him.
"I apologize for the..less then ideal circumstances, but I'm certain you will understand when you see for yourself." He wants to retort, but the Iudex beats him to it, vaguely motioning to the room behind him. An invitation– but he wonders if it's worth taking.
His gut says no, but he's feeling a little risky today, he supposes.
He turns back slowly, barely able to make out the two figures he'd missed on the first glance on the other side of the room– though it's hard to mistake the flourish of the Hydro Archon, even in the dark. It's the other figure that makes the breath hitch in his throat, though.
Or maybe, more accurately, it freezes. So does his blood, his whole body even, locked in stasis for a long, tense moment– he can't see them clearly, but his instincts are going haywire. He can feel his vision almost rattle where it rests against his left shoulder, cold leaking through the layers of clothes and into his skin until he has to fight to suppress a shiver.
He'd always fancied himself the hunter– he was the one who dealt with unsavory folks, in the end. But he felt like a rabbit pinned beneath the crosshairs of a gun this time. He could almost feel the teeth of the bear trap snapping shut around him, crushing bone and flesh beneath cold metal.
For a long moment he thinks he feels fear.
And with a sharp click and a burst of light, it's gone and he takes a raspy, choked breath as he blinks away the blurriness in his vision, taking in the room illuminated by the lamp.
He's not sure what he sees is better, though.
Because his body knows that their Divinity is as real as the blood running through his veins.
So why do they remind him so much of himself? Why does he see the look of the boy who died in a pool of blood not his own in them?
It is a sick, cruel kind of familiar.
Wriothesley didn't believe in superstition– but that was born of the unknown. He knew, now. He could reach out and touch the truth with his own two hands.
The throne of the world was a lie.
The thing sitting on it bled red. And if it bled, it could die.
He clenched his fists tighter– and released, letting his shoulders slump with a huff and a half hearted chuckle. "I wasn't expecting you to be in possession of a wanted criminal when you sent me that letter." He could see the gears whirring in their heads, the subtle dampness in the air reminding him just how delicate a situation it truly was.
He wasn't particularly inclined to getting blasted by a jet of water today.
"Relax, I'm not going to spill to anyone else. Seriously– don't get my jacket wet. It's expensive and a nightmare to dry." His lips quirk into a half smile, but it twists into something almost genuine at the laugh covered up by a cough he hears from the Divine. Bingo.
"It's fine, Neuvillette. Let him go." Their voice is like honey dripping from their lips, and he has to close his jaw with his hand before they can see the way it dropped in his surprise. "Of course, most Divine. My apologies." He relaxes at the sharp click of his heels as he joins them on the bed, his posture far more relaxed then he's ever seen. The Hydro Archon, much to his confusion and amusement, is far too invested in playing with their hair to pay much attention to him now that things have calmed, evidently.
Huh.
They seemed pretty cozy about it, he noted. He guesses they three of them had some time to get acquainted.
"So..who's going to explain what the hell is going on?" He probed, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the three carefully– they all looked tired, but even through the exhaustion neither seemed inclined to stray too far from the Divine. "And what exactly your plan is? You can't keep hiding them here forever. Someone will sniff them out sooner or later."
"We are aware," Neuvillette interjects, lips pursed into a thin line and his thin brows furrowed. "But as I'm sure you've noticed, the hunt for the..forgive me, most Divine, but the hunt for the alleged imposter is still at it's peak."
He grumbles in acknowledgment, hanging up his cloak by the door and sliding out of his heavy coat, resting it over the back of a nearby chair. "Hm. Suppose that's why the patrols are so common now a days."
"I'm afraid so. As you can imagine, we cannot simply ask them to..stop the search. It would draw unwanted attention and suspicion. The Divine would be found immediately if we tried to bring them out of the city at the moment." Neuvillette added, looking proper and elegant, despite the circumstances– even in the face of the Divine and the Archon turning on him and tugging his hair into intricate braids. "So I hope you understand that it was a great risk to send you that letter."
He rubs his chin, huffing in amusement– a solid plan, maybe, but his power didn't extend too far out of the Fortress. He had his connections, sure, but what use were they when he had to get the, uh, "imposter" out of Fontaine? Smuggling them out wouldn't be easy, and then there's the point of where to take them they'd have to contend with.
"Yeah, yeah– I get it. But it's not like I can just smuggle them out or keep them in the fortress. Even if we got them out of the city, we'd have to find somewhere to bunker down, and if someone spots any of us lingering there.." Archons, what a mess he'd gotten himself into. He was really looking forward to the next time he could kick his feet up with a cup of tea.
"I understand. I have already made plans, in fact." Neuvillette hesitates, and he can feel the temperature drops a few degrees. "I..cannot share them in full at the moment, but it is not for a lack of trust." Neuvillette reasoned, hands folded neatly in his lap– not that it hid the way they shook slightly. He wanted to ask, but he thought better of it.
"Eh, I don't hold it against you. The walls have ears, even up here." He deflected, running a hand through his hair. He really hoped Sigewinne wouldn't ask too much when he gets back. "I trust your judgment." He hesitates for a long moment, pulling out a simple, neatly folded letter of his own.
"Memorize the code words, then burn it. I'll be waiting for your next letter." He murmurs, plucking his coat and cloak and tugging them back on one after another, shuffling back over to the latched door. He hesitates again, his hand lingering on the door.
"I just hope your plan is worth the risk, Neuvillette."
He leaves before he can respond, the harsh click of the door ringing in his ears even as he steps back into the shadows of the night.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#imposter au#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#furina#neuvillette#wriothesley#furina in the back just awkwardly sitting there bc she aint fighting wrio KHSDKHFKHJ#she was there for his trial when he killed two adults as a CHILD shes not fighting the adult version no ty#also writing reader to be as lowkey eldritch horror as possible. they r just playing nice rn but :)#reader collecting fontaine chars like pokemon cards#anyway wow i wonder what his plan is...wonder who it is he's involved besides wrio.......haha#cough cough#:]#looks at my other fics. haha.........ha....#anyway#slowly bringing in the key players one by one but it's probably gonna be in multiples now#if u guess correctly who neuvi is making plans w u get a lopsided gold star sticker that says “good job!” :]#i promise the lore will make sense soon (it wont im making it up as i go along)#if u see any typos no u didnt#zzzzzzzzzzzz gn#fic tag
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DOSE anyone want to come with me and get fucked up in the woods
#I need it#god i wish i could just wander around at night and explore shit#if i was a big buff dude maybe i could. but im a petite teen girl#are there any benefits to that besides charming strangers into being nice to me and giving me what i want#My rambles
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hey you know what would be fun? a fic where the Royal Guard follows through with their plans to make Ichigo the new Soul King and Grimmjow promptly loses his shit because what the actual fuck Ichigo has already given these people literally everything, twice, and this is how they repay him? recruits Nel and Harribel and Urahara and Yoruichi (after Nel sits on him for a while because Jesus Christ Grimmjow you can’t storm Soul Society by yourself no matter how much you’ve powered up) and it’s the Ryoka Invasion all over again except with pissed off arrancar instead. I just think it would be neat
#king’s court#bleach#grimmichi#orihime and Chad are also there#Ishida is questionable considering the timeline and his feelings about soul society in general#I just have this perfect image in my head of Grimmjow finding out and just going to town on the shinigami over it#like ‘no one in all three fucking worlds deserves that self righteous asshole martyr#but he chooses all over you. over and over again. and for what? how many fucking times have you abandoned him?#my plans haven’t changed I’m gonna tear his throat out with my teeth#but I can’t fucking do that if he’s locked away like some fucked up fairytale princess now can I?’#Nel in the background laughing to herself because wow grimmjow nice save there definitely no one suspects you’re soft for Ichigo#other shinigami come around to help but grimmjow trusts zero of them besides Urahara and Yoruichi so. toss up if he lets them do anything#anything important anyway#okay I’m done#I haven’t read CFYOW btw I just know this is a thing that’s talked about in it#also I know a fic like this exists for ichiruki but I’m deep into my grimmichi era so
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Honeymoon pt.2 - Urqopacha
"To call the Pelupelu merchants insistent would be putting it lightly. T'was a fair bargain all things considered. Two onzes of yerba mate and eight of coffee beans should last us a moon or two upon our return to Old Sharlayan."
#ffxiv#ffxiv gpose#wolgraha#wolshtola#y'shtola x wol#y'shtola rhul#g'raha tia#Arsay Nun#wolship#graharshtola#these were so fun to do#though i did want to make the flower field into another arsay lifting and spinning shtola around since it would be a third time for that#but i also didnt want to spend too long so i went with something more simple#its still cute tho i think graha and yshtola are allowed to hold hands when no one is looking#but yeah this place had a little bit of everything!!#cute animals. good food and drink. fun and slightly mysterious ruins. beautiful sights. and a good hot springs to relax in.#super nice after a long day of a lot of walking#also yes i picture arsay being the type to talk to the table beside them at an eatery#anyways real life is worrisome atm so have some escapist cat content
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