#Don't ask me how

[professional-lurker-42]

This was the biggest mess ever known to mankind, but it's finally done. Bringing you more ineffable romans, enjoy✨

@angellilou-art

[m-for-now]

As someone who is genderfae (microlabel under genderfluid), I have a lot of different experiences with gender.

I just wish someone told me sooner that it won't go like "today I'm a girl" "today I'm an enby" but more like ,,, "today I am a swamp witch" "today I am a feminine victorian vampire boy" "today I am a forest goblin collecting people's stares about my gender expression like shiny rocks on the ground" "today I'm an androgynous pirate lady"

Like,,, sure, are those real genders? I don't fucking now. If a cisgender person asked me what I identify as that day, would I answer like that? No, definitely not.

But to my genderqueer, trans and genderfluid friends; do you get me? I can't be alone with this, right?

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

How big are zim and dib are??

I'm very interested in knowing thier sizes

I'm a very normal human.

Dib's technically a medium fit-wise, but he's tall and his torso is kinda long, so he usually has to size up to a large and deal with the baggy clothes. Zim's probably a medium too, but he can pull it off better since he's a little bit shorter than Dib

...We're talking about T-shirts, right?

Because if we're NOT, all I'm gonna say is that Zim is bigger, and yes, that does annoy Dib very much.

[kaisollisto]

"Beatrice," Ava calls softly, Beatrice has trapped her in a hold, one she's felt thousands of times before. Ava can feel her underlying desperation (this time it seems to say, please, please fight back). Ava steels herself (one last time). Bea's arms are thick, corded with muscle from years of use and Ava doesn't want to linger on the truth of it. (A soldier weathered over the course of many years). The cruelty doesn't spare her, it sits with her forcing her to relive the same day over and over.

"Beatrice, I know the end." Ava tries again, It shakes Beatrice and it's gut wrenching. Ava can feel the uncertainty brewing, her grapple is no longer precise just frantic. "I have to go," Ava swallows the bitterness in her chest, (failure, failure, failure, it tells her).

"You can't," She's shaking and Ava has never seen her fight harder than now to choke back sobs. "You can't." Beatrice is grabbing her hard and Ava pivots, leading them chest to chest.

She can feel the crown of thorns bite into her hand but nothing ever hurts more than looking into Bea's eyes. They're so stupidly brown and soft and so full of hope and Ava wants to throw up. (She curses every stupid higher being above for making Beatrice watch Ava die over and over. She just hopes she's the only one who remembers.)

"It all ends the same. Please, just one last time let me have this with you." Ava forces herself to look at her, Beatrice, to take it all in one last time. She's done this a thousand times, maybe a million, but it still hurts all the same. The sight of her never grows old, (Ava doesn't want to ever get used to seeing her), she's breathtaking. It softens the goodbye in her heart.  

She can't say it but she knows Beatrice can feel it. The defeat permeating from her. It's suspended between the two and Ava is never going to see her again.

She blinks through the tears, Ava is never going to see her again. She can feel Bea's heart racing through her wrist and she's never going to see her again.

And she can't kiss her, she can't kiss her because she's never going to see her again and she couldn't stop if she did. But Ava has never been the strongest between them, she ends up on her toes gently holding her face between her hands. She can feel Bea's breath reverberate through her hands and she kisses her forehead.

A sister warrior officiated goodbye, (Shannon's last moments leak through her and Ava has never felt like herself these past thousand lives).

"I love you," She lets it slip, (the part of her that exists outside being a warrior nun,) and Ava hasn't quite learned how to stop running. She closes her eyes, unwilling to see the devastation across Beatrice's face and she falls for the last time.

-

Something's changed. Ava can feel pain a heavy thing in her chest. And it hurts, it hurts that it wasn't enough that she left the earth a heartbroken mess. She's tired and Ava doesn't want to hurt anymore.

Something crosses her vision and someone grabs her -

"I know the end, you idiot." Beatrice shakes her in disbelief, "we go back to the alps." She kisses her before Ava can say anything swallowing her bloody mouth. It's raw and needy and it makes her feel alive. She can't feel anything below her chest (but this blooms a feeling she had forgotten about, hope).

Beatrice knocks her head into Ava's, panting harshly against her face, their foreheads pressed tightly like Beatrice is sure Ava's going to disappear again.   

Ava hands weakly snake around Beatrice's and she smiles through bloody teeth and swollen lips. Her throat feels hoarse but she couldn’t be happier. 

[shadyufo]

i know there are much, much worse places it could be but

having a bunch of poison ivy blisters in your belly button really sucks

[derelictheretic]

In another world, these 3 end up in a weird, poly relationship, and Dean is the barrier stopping Heather and John from killing each other (Some would say he should get out of the way. I would say, let the show go on bc it's funny.)

Tagged by @simplegenius042 ! thank you!! <3

Tagging uhhhhh anyone who has a dynamic that fits this meme!!

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[kudossi]

telephone

APPRENTICE SQUAD

[3:18PM]

[Graypaw added Firepaw to the chat]

[3:20PM]

Firepaw: Hello! It’s great to be here!

Sandpaw: …Ew, why?

Dustpaw: Did Bluestar authorize this?

Graypaw: I think Firepaw authorized this by beating the shit out of Longtail. That’s our boy!

Dustpaw: All that proves is that Darkstripe is a lousy mentor

Sandpaw: And we already knew that

Dustpaw: I bet Darkstripe would lose to Longtail

Dustpaw: Nothing against Tigerclaw’s mentoring, Ravenpaw

Graypaw: Maybe try apologizing to your brother when he isn’t unconscious??

Dustpaw: I wasn’t apologizing.

[3:43PM]

Firepaw: So what do we do with this, uh, vigil thing?

Sandpaw: You? Nothing. Go find moss to pad your nest, kittypet

Firepaw: Ouch.

Graypaw: Come to the den, I’ll tell you there.

[3:50PM]

Firepaw: Sorry about Redtail, Sandpaw. Dustpaw.

Sandpaw: I could have gone my entire life without letting the kittypet feel sorry for me

Dustpaw: Ditto.

Dustpaw: But, uh, I could use some extra sympathy right now.

Graypaw: Yeah, ouch. It’s like Bluestar was reading the chat.

Sandpaw: We’ll do tutoring sessions to make up for Darkstripe, don’t worry

Graypaw: …She wasn’t reading the chat, was she?

Sandpaw: I don’t think that’s possible unless someone specifically showed her. Wait. Firepaw?

Firepaw: …I thought the leader’s word was law?

Graypaw: The apprentice chat is sacred!! Firepaw!! What have you done???

Firepaw: No one told me!

Sandpaw: Well, there is a dead guy in the middle of camp.

Graypaw: Aw, Sandpaw, are you defending Firepaw?

Sandpaw: Absolutely not. I’d just like to get back to mourning my father in peace???

Graypaw: Oh yeah.

[8:38PM]

Graypaw: Who took the last squirrel from the fresh-kill pile???

Sandpaw: You snooze you lose.

[angrybatart]

Quick Billy Barker doodle. Really hope Fear Street does a series or trilogy on another one or two of the killers. Really interested to see backstory for Billy and Ruby.

Though I hear we're getting one for Ruby! Or maybe I'm late, and it was cancelled...

[dialovers-translations]

I’ve been totally hooked on Pokemon games again as of late, especially this fangame called ‘Infinite Fusion’ where you can fuse two Pokemon to make a new one.  It’s so unique and refreshing and makes for some really interesting combination. 

I mean, just look at these cuties!!

[fluffykittyscientist]

Sweet And Sour Fireade Soup + Vaati = Vaati's Wrath

[therealmaquaroonie]

Today I got genuinely jumpscared

By Chris McClain

[mysumeow]

Sorry for the radio silence lately (again).

How do we feel about a vampire reader in modern au? Don't get me wrong, I also like it a lot when the vampire role is taken by one of the genshin boys, but think about it!!

Imagine vampires with aphrodisiac-like properties in their bite. Your genshin fave trembling with need after you sank your teeth in them, despite the pain from being bitten, their mind is swirling with pleasure, and can't get enough of you.

"Please bite me again..." they implore, holding on tight to you, and not letting go. You're not going anywhere until you've marked every inch of their neck.

The world feels like it's spinning around, the blood loss is making them dizzy, but they assure you that it's okay to use them as your blood bank. Despite their insistence on you drawing more blood, you're the voice of reason and stop.

They can't wait until the next time you sink your fangs in them again. The bite marks are healing already, and they want some fresh ones.

[thechosenanubis]

Jerome and Eddie would be motorbikes buddies.

[nahee-dolove]

The male lead in 'Our Secret Diary' has the same smile as Kang Tae-oh.

[non-binary-barbie]

My dm, pre campaign: Yeah I know im letting you guys be op but its more fun that way

My dm, further in: Look, i get that i did this, but why does the warlock have more health than the tanks?

My dm now: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOUR WARLOCK COULD POTENTIALLY DO OVER 60 DAMAGE AT LEVEL 5??? WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I HELPED CREATE???

[sshoryuken]

(@strebcr)

➣ (B)eing on public transit with next to no empty seats mid-route, the polite thing to do when someone comes ambling down the aisle in search for a place to sit is to move the item next to you and scoot over.

Scott isn't one such person, however. He likes the extra leg room, so why give it up so someone he doesn't even know can sit down? If it were someone like Kim or Stephen Stills, it would be a solid maybe. But some complete stranger? What if they have rabies? Or want to talk about their aunt's bunion surgery or something?

Not that that's ever happened to him, but... you know.

For Scott, that's a good enough reason to keep his belongings in the spot next to him. A perfectly foolproof plan... if the person meandering down the aisle wasn't about to sit anyway.

Quickly, he snatches up his coat, balling it up and holding it to his chest, giving a slightly quizzical look to the stranger as he seats himself.

"...Hi," comes his flat greeting, certainly less-than-pleased at the situation.