#Let me scream into the void

[silverfoxlink]

GMM # 2657

Excuse me for being so dramatic, and yes I know I've been gone for almost three months but I JUST HAD TO. I HAD TO COME BACK AFTER WATCHING THIS EPISODE 😩

WHERE DO I START?

I mean, first of all, I wanted to give a massive praise and thank you to Stevie. Our wonderful Rhink queen for giving us this.

Second, my god, THIS WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO END GMS. 40th anniversary. Can you imagine? They did that. Holding each other's hand along the way.

Can we talk about Rhett, by the way? The way Rhett looked at Link throughout that whole renewal of vows segment was phenomenal. I could actually imagine him dressed in a suit, facing Link in an actual wedding. This is more than just heart eyes Rhett.

And after that, I knew I KNEW Link wanted to kiss Rhett. But he didn't cave in once again... Rhett was more than willing!!! That hug is still special though. So much emotions.

There's still a lot I want to express but can't find the words. I watched that segment three times now and I can't even watch the More because what else can be better than THAT?

Happy to be back here. Will be scrolling through your posts now.

[scenicphoenix]

Has anyone else been yelled at to Shut up for laughing as a kid by a family member and now just doesn’t laugh at all anymore

Because I remembered a fun memory recently. If any of my emotions are loud they’re wrong apparently. I was (and still am it’s just bottled up) a loud person, and I guess I was taught how my emotions worked was wrong. I’m sorry I can’t control the tone of my voice during strong emotions and feelings. I’m sorry my emotions tend to run stronger than other people. It physically hurts to bottle up myself to please others around me, but I don’t want to scare people. Maybe it’s just my family that is scared of me. I look like my dad, I inherited his mental health issues. But I’m not him, yet they often treat me like him. I don’t get angry like he did, I don’t have his outbursts. Mom got me into counseling in my childhood so I could work on my mental health as soon as possible. And I have healthy coping mechanisms for the most part! My dad was a piece of shit. What they went through when I was a baby and toddler was bad and I remember none of it. Why are they taking it out on me, do they realize that they are?

On a funny note I am more upset when people compare me to my mom these days. I love her dearly and she’s done so so much for me in my life. But I dislike being compared to her. Maybe that’s the gender dysphoria? Also maybe that I’ve dealt with more abuse from her than my dad. My dad was background figure in my life, like an uncle who visits semi regularly. My mom and sister dealt with all of his bullshit. And I was caught up in the aftermath I guess

[queeranddepraved]

Don't read the tags part 2

[cloverpatchthecat]

just- anyone else getting the same exact 30 or so posts?? Ill scroll and scroll and realize its all the same thing Ive seen for the past two days. Surely some of the other 2k+ people Im following are posting Tumblr. Surely I can see some banger undertale art or someone losing their mind over the fnaf characters or some random “is the (insert animal here) video cute” blog posted something- Ive read the same 5 comics and seen the same 20 memes from the same blog, NOT REBLOGS, and Im just. So annoyed. What the hell is the following page anymore-

[silent-browser]

The End

The Clan

Thunder and lightning crash above a swollen river. Leaves, sticks and various other sorts of debris is easily tossed by the torrent below as this mighty storm rages on. 

One cats yowl attempts to rise above the crackle of lightning and crashing of water "Softpaw!" Her head is plunged back into the murky depths before she had the chance to listen for a response. 

The dark water surrounding her was disorientating but still she struggled against the current in hopes of finding air and her sister. It wasn't long before her head broke the waters surface once more and she gasped for air. Taking this moment she let out another yowl which was quickly cut short by a branch slamming into her side and causing her to go tumbling back under the murky water.

Softpaw had heard her sisters cry through the raging waters and surfaced, hoping to see where Wildpaw had called out from but seeing any details in the dark waters around her was nearly impossible, this was not helped by the occasional bright flash from lightning almost blinding her every other heart beat. She then felt something sharp and heavy wrap around one of her hind legs and pull down. Panicked by her sudden lack of mobility she flung her claws at the unknown object, not noticing the sudden surge of muddy water until it was too late.

Wildpaw, with jaws clamped around what she hoped was her sisters flailing leg was sent flying up and out of the water as the river hit a sudden bend. Sending her and the creature in her jaws freewheeling through the air until they hit the muddy and crumbling river bank. 

Wildpaw blinked through the mud and gunk that covered her eyes. Shakely pushed her paws under herself and heaved desperate, deep breaths through her nose.

Stand, she thought to herself, stand and take one step forward. Just one more mouse length away from the river. With shaking paws and claws pressed so deep into the mud she was sure she would never get all of it out she pushed off of the clinging mud beneath her and put one trembling paw infront of her. 

As her weight shifted so did the mud and Wildpaw felt herself and the body she still had firmly clamped in her jaws slide backwards. Panic spiked her mud caked fur and she took daring leap after daring leap forward. Each time her paws were planted in a new spot slightly further up the river bank the mud would shift and crumble, causing her to take another nearly blind and very desperate lunge forward until her claws caught thunderpath rock. 

With her best chance at survival in sight and her muscles quickly tiring she pushed as hard as she could and pulled herself and the clump of fur and mud in her aching teeth up and onto the thunder path. 

I made it. Wildpaw thought, breath heavy and legs finally giving out from under her. She crawled close to the faintly breathing mud clump she had saved and started weakly grooming it, hoping beyond all hopes that her sisters soft cream fur would magically emerge from this grimy and sodden lump beside her.

In the midst of her weak cleaning light flashed from further up the thunder path. 

A monster. Wildpaw shuddered fearfully at the very thought of the rampaging beasts. We have to get away. But to where. We can't do back. I'm too weak to cross, even more so with this holding me down and I don't want to leave it just incase it really is Softpaw. I can't run, no place to hide. I can only lay here with mud in my ears and pray that it isn't hungry. 

Wildpaw whimpered softly to herself and curled around the other trembling body beside her. "Dad," Wildpaw mewed quietly to herself, "Mom, Poppyleaf, Frogfoot, Amberstar, Starclan, just someone, anyone please help us. Help us." Wildpaw's quiet mewling turned to a desperate scream. "Help us!" And the twin lights of the monsters eyes were set upon them.

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The first thing that Wildpaw remembers is her mothers scent and restlessness, her fathers gentle mew soothing her mother and the feeling of two more tiny bodies pressed against her sides. 

Her first full memory was of play wrestling with Softkit outside the nursery as her mother watched carefully. 

"Remember that you have four paws kits, not just two" Dappleclaw would purr encouragingly, "You are heavier than Softkit little warrior but she is much quicker. Keep that in mind if you want to pin her."

"Don't you think it's too early to be learning such things Dappleclaw?" Yewspots mewed, concerned, from inside the nursery. 

"You raise your kits how you want to and I'll raise my kits how I want to thank you very much" Dappleclaw hissed lightly back, "and besides they are going to learn this at some point. Why not now, when they are less likely to crush any cat beneath their body weights."

Yea, thought Wildkit, and if I practice now I might just be able to become a warrior when I become six moons! I might even be able to mentor Yewspots kits!

In her distracted daydreaming of the future, Softkit had wiggled out from under Wildkit and sneak pounced her from the side.

Wildkit let out an indignant squeak before flipping her sister off of her and shaking the dust from her messy pelt, "That's not fair! You cheated!" 

"Nuh uh. I just did what Bravestep did to that owl in his story. I saw you were distracted and pounced." Softkit shook herself off as well and added with a snarky flick of her tail "It's not my fault that you weren't paying attention"

"I'll show you attention!" Wildkit squeaked loudly and rushed Softkit once more as Dappleclaw watched approvingly.

[phonification]

ive been thinking about taco and balloon forming a little alliance post s1/ pre s2 where they'd (begrudgingly) work together planning on how to break into hotel OJ to steal stuff to take back to their makeshift camp like food, blankets, pillows, etc,,, anything that could be useful to them

[aspiring-wildfire]

okay obviously i love all the dbd fics that are like "edwin and charles's worst fear is the other one leaving/being taken away" and everything but where are the fics where edwin's worst fear is charles leaving him but charles's worst fear is hurting edwin and edwin staying anyway

[danibee33]

this with simon “ghost” riley *screams*

[distant-screaming]

I love media that is about parents. the way it always leads back to the way characters have been raised, been loved, been taught to love. media about about fathers and expectations and understanding and cultural roots holding it all together, about rekindling relationships that never had a chance to exist and letting go of grief over relationships that don't exist anymore. media about mothers, and burdens, and shelter. media about generational cycles and legacies and futures that are dictated by the past, and media about nature vs nurture and the way they have lived. media about the wealth and family and what is important and when. media about family of blood and family of choice and family of convenience. I love media about history and inheritance and, most of all, parents.

[azul23blue]

C/Saint Michaela on TikTok

NOT A SECOND GOES BY AND MY BRAIN THINKS ABOUT SYLUS AND THE MC

[loverboybrightsideghost]

this is YOUR 🫵🏼 sign to start making random noises when you feel like it. meowing? go for it. random squeaking? hell yeah man. make noises 🫵🏼 let it out dog

[finniestoncrane]

sometimes i think about how batman (not always, but usually, and to my preference) calls the rogues by their name. surnames, mostly, but sometimes their first name. while others around him use their chosen names, their tabloid given names, the names they use when they're committing their crimes, the names that take away their humanity

and then i think about liz lochead's poem, revelation. about loss of innocence, childhood fears, facing the unknown (or the sort of known), the line about the giant, menacing bull that the child is afraid of:

"They called him Bob – as though perhaps you could reduce a monster with the charm of a friendly name."

and then i get sad, about batman reducing the monsters by using their names. does he do it because he knows they're not monsters? because he's trying to take the monstrosity out of them, for their sake? to remind them of who they are, beneath it all? or is it because of his own fears? a child, scared of the monsters? trying to reduce them to their humanity so they're not as monstrous too him?

[wrong-turn-ronald]

Sometimes, I really do need you, autocorrect. Sometimes, I’m not quite fully awake. Or my brain is going faster than my fingers can type.

But listen:

I flub the word “lesbiabs” like ONE TIME & now you’re going to gaslight me every time?

“No no, ‘lesbians’ is actually the wrong one, Queer Card ™️ revoked…” How long?? How long ‘til you let this go, hmm??

LET ME LIVE

Basically this:

[your-ne1ghbor]

Real

OG POST:

HELP THIS IS SO GOOFY I LOVE IT-

@chillwildwave @spectator-zee @sewerpalette @pennysucks @watchingthewalls

@oh-shtars @tumblingdownthefoxden @rascalentertainments

@dangerousflowerpanda @uva124

[peace-love-and-french-toast]

So apparently there’s a ship war over Telemachus x Antinous on TikTok or something, which, like, C’MON PALS

FANDOM CULTURE AIN’T NEW

DLDR

[venice-1987]

Soren deserves to have a little breakdown in season 7. As a treat.