#I'm sending you all lots of love

[arvandus]

Me coming back onto Tumblr and seeing half of the blogs I follow go on hiatus for various mental health reasons...

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day thirty one

prompt: halloween pairing: lando/oscar word count: 1200w

“Lando,” Oscar says, when he makes his way into the living room to drop his work bag next to the couch. “Why is my baby dressed as a pumpkin?”

Becca is in her little baby playpen banging a few blocks together, dressed in a felt pumpkin suit. There’s even a little hat with a stalk on top perched on her little blond curls. “Da,” she says, when she spots Oscar.

“Hi love,” Oscar says, picking her up and snuggling her closing, earning him another, more decisive “Da!”

“Oscar!” Lando says, appearing from the kitchen. “I can explain.”

Oscar raises an eyebrow, putting his daughter back down. “Can you?”

Lando bites at his lip. He has a spatula in hand, which means he’s attempting to cook dinner again, which means Oscar needs to make this as short as possible so he can make his way into the kitchen and salvage whatever is going on there.

“It’s Halloween?” Lando eventually settles on. “And like. I don’t. I’m not overstepping, or like, I don’t want to overstep, but I just thought. It’s her first you know. I think she should go out trick or treating.”

“She’s fourteen months,” Oscar states, but he’s mostly amused.

“Yeah? So? It’s Halloween, Oscar,” Lando says. Something in the kitchen beeps, and Lando quietly curses under his breath, making his way in there. Oscar throws one last look to Becca, who’s gone back to banging blocks together, and follows Lando into the kitchen.

“Maybe it’s time to revoke your babysitting privileges,” Oscar says, leaning against the doorway and watching Lando flit through the kitchen. There’s a pasta sauce bubbling away in a pot, next to one filled with pasta. It doesn’t seem disastrous yet, so Oscar’s happy to lean back and watch.

“Oh, please,” Lando says. “You would die without you convenient next door neighbor who works from home and loves your kid and is therefor willing to watch her whenever you need someone.”

Unfortunately, this is true. For reasons other than just the convenience, too. Like the way Lando smiles at him sometimes. Or the way Lando’s eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Embarrassing stuff like that.

“You really want to go trick or treating with her?” Oscar asks.

“We are going trick or treating with her,” Lando says, grinning at Oscar, clearly feeling like he’s won something here. “I have matching outfits.”

The matching outfits, thankfully, are just headbands with little pumpkins on bouncy springs. Oscar is pretty sure he looks ridiculous, especially next to Lando, who somehow makes the damned things look cute.

There really is no going back now, so after they finish their pasta, they put Becca’s coat on under her little pumpkin suit, don their stupid little headbands, and head to their first house.

Which is when things get kind of. Weird.

“Oh, your family is so cute,” The first lady says, as she deposits a few pieces of candy in the little bag Lando is holding. “Reminds me of my own daughter and her husband. Precious. Have a good night.”

“Uh,” Lando says, but she’s already closing the door.

Oscar adjusts Becca on his hip, mostly so he kind hide the blush on his face. “On to the next one?” He says quickly, mostly hoping that means Lando won’t bring it up.

“Yeah,” Lando says, still staring at the now closed door. “Yeah, next one.”

But at the next one, roughly the same thing happens. And the Next one. And the next one.

Oscar is coping with this wonderfully, mostly by pretending none of this is happening and no one is actually confusing them for some kind of cute young family rather than for what they are, which is two totally platonic neighbors who are friends who are trick or treating with one of the neighbors kids.

It’s going swimmingly, if he says so himself, even though is heart aches at the thought. Becca, entire unaware, babbles happily in his arms and tries to grab at the pumpkins on his headband.

Lando is quiet, too, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t correct anyone and that’s. Something, right? Nothing, for sure. But.

But.

Except then he does say something, when an young mom smiles at them and says, “Oh, what an adorable little family you have. My kid is her age, too. It’s the best, isn’t it?”

“We aren’t-“ Lando blurts, a little too loud, making Becca startle a little as she looks at him with wide eyes. “A family. I’m just. We’re not. Together. That’s his kid. She’s not. She’s not mine.”

Oscar doubts that. Becca thinks the sun shines out of Lando’s ass on most days. She’s just as much Lando’s as she is Oscar’s, but that’s. That’s dangerous territory, he thinks.

“Oh,” the woman says, a little taken aback. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lando says, smiles tiredly. It must’ve been bothering him more than Oscar thought. Oscar tries not to be too hurt about that. “Have a good night,” he says, and stalks off the porch.

“You too?” The lady says, but Lando’s already gone. Oscar smiles awkwardly at her, and then follows Lando as quickly as he can with Becca in his arms.

“Hey,” he says, when he catches up.

“Hey,” Lando says, not looking at him, setting a pretty brutal pace. “Let’s go back to the apartments, yeah?”

“Okay,” Oscar says, noting how he says apartments, plural. Nothing how he doesn’t say home.

They walk in silence, for a bit, Becca dozing off on Oscar’s shoulder, before Lanod finally speaks again.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what,” Oscar says, confused. He doesn’t think Lando has anything to apologize for. If he’s uncomfortable being linked to Oscar as a husband, that’s. I mean. He’s allowed to feel those feelings, even if they hurt.

“I just. I’ve been inserting myself in Becca’s life, in your life, and this should have been a cute little milestone, her first Halloween, and instead you spend the whole time listening to people thinking we’re like, what. Together?” Lando is still not looking at him, aggressively biting at his lip.

Oscar takes a moment, unpacks everything Lando’s just said, tries to think of the right thing to say. Eventually he settles on. “We wouldn’t have had Becca’s first Halloween if not for you.”

When Lando finally turns to look at him, if only to send him a confused look, Oscar continues. “You got her the outfit. You got the headbands. I was just going to spend the night inside giving candy away to kids, but you made it special. So you’re not inserting yourself. If anything, I think you’re making her life much, much better.” And then, because he feels like it’s important Lando knows, even though it will probably not lead anywhere, “Also I don’t mind. When people think we’re together.”

“Oh,” Lando says. “You don’t? I mean. I don’t, either.” They’ve stopped, in the middle of the walkway, staring at each other over Becca’s head.

“Good? That’s. That’s good,” Oscar says, a little unsure all of a sudden. If this means what he thinks it means…

“Oh fudge it,” Lando says, and leans forward, softly presses his lips to Oscar’s. It’s a little awkward, with Becca still snoozing happily between them, but it’s the most perfect kiss Oscar’s ever gotten. When Lando pulls away, he’s smiling, a smile Oscar is sure is mirrored on his own face. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He says.

“Home,” Lando says, nods. Shakes his head like he can’t quite believe it.

They can’t hold hands, because Oscar’s are still occupied, but Lando’s hand finds a place at the small of his back, and that’s just as magical, Oscar thinks, as they slowly start making their way home.

[sysig]

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Bonus:

He’s very careful! Everything was fine before you interrupted!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[xoxoemynn]

Hello OFMD crew! I love you and I'm happy you're here. 💕

[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[starflungwaddledee]

Why so stressed Star?

Nothing bad has happened because you had a strange dream, even if it was prophetic, what difference does it make?

You have your friends and surely the people you meet at the tournament would help you in case something bad happened, you are still you and its ok! :D

starstruck gained a staggering +20 emotional stability. she always finds her heroes among the stars << prev || [masterpost] || next >>

additional asks by @bluohoshizora and @drawscutestuff ! thanks so much!

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Sparks tour 2023

[meownotgood]

Please - if you’re able - Aki simply comforting us.

Depression has been a bitch lately.

"everything will be okay," aki murmurs, his palm cradling the back of your head like you're precious, holding you closer to himself. your head nuzzles into his chest, and you feel his warmth, you listen to the slow, steady sound of his heartbeat. his voice is quiet, the familiar tone helping to put your racing nerves at ease. "you're alright, it's okay. I'm here. it's okay... just breathe."

through hiccuped breaths, you grab onto aki's shoulders tighter, holding him, your fists balled up in his shirt. aki places a hand on your cheek. as you glance up at him through misty eyes, he's wiping the tears from your skin with his thumb. he takes careful breaths, until your own breathing begins to fall into the same rhythm as his.

"you've done so well. you deserve to rest. I'll stay with you for as long as you need, I promise. you're precious to me. and nothing will ever change that." aki gives your shoulder a small squeeze. he leans in, he kisses your forehead, soft lips sending sparks through you. "I'm not going to leave you. not tonight, not ever. you haven't eaten anything today, right? I can make you something to eat when you're ready, whatever you'd like. but for now, just breathe. I love you. I love you so much."

and although tears still blind your eyes and your body still trembles in his hold, you know truly, you are loved. you know aki would hold you for hours upon hours while you cried, you know he'd listen to each of your thoughts and fears, and still, in the end, he'd look at you with the same love in his eyes. you know everything will be alright, you'll thrive as you always have, and he will be by your side through it all. he'll stay with you, all night and into the morning. and when you awake, he will tell you he loves you, hand in yours, with an earnestness that shakes you down to your core.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[skibasyndrome]

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[monstermoviedean]

if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.

[ingravinoveritas]

tropical-kabuki replied to your post:

I'll just say, as someone who's going through the Autism Journey of Self-Discovery at her age (I'll also turn 42 in September), this is making me feel so many feelings too 🥹♥️♥️♥️

@tropical-kabuki I feel like there is something about this journey--for anyone late diagnosed, but especially autistic women--that is so profoundly meaningful and so shattering at the same time. Even though I was diagnosed as a child, it didn't have much of an effect then because so little was known about autism, but I remember so vividly that sense of "otherness" and isolation. My journey is of course different to yours, and to Maggie's journey, but I think what she said about searching for a place that says "Welcome! There's room for you here" can resonate with all of us.

For most of my life, I never felt like there was room for me in a lot of places, even autistic-centric spaces. It's this thing that you become aware of at very young age, that you--in whatever amalgamation, form, package you come in--are incomplete, broken, or otherwise not allowed to exist just as you are. Self-hatred becomes the narrative instead of self-discovery, and it took me years to climb out of that, and to first believe that there was even a person in me worth discovering.

So I am just hopeful that things are different now, and that Maggie and you aren't/will not have to struggle in that same way. Deeply grateful to both of you as well for sharing something so personal... ♥️♥️