#Please be kind

[bohnerrific69]

what i said before i think it's valid for tumblr and irl so making this a actual post so i can reminder people and myself about it:

be truth with your mutuals and other people's here, and this is really valid irl! some situations can and could've been so easy if people were thruth with themselves and with others.

i mean if you interact with someone and already don't like that person, say you need to get away from them or just straight block when that dislike feeling start appearing on your heart!

it's your right to block and get away from someone, i understand. but please don't play with people's feelings! if you fake a friendship with someone that started interacting with you and you already don't like her, faking a friendship bc doesn't want to start drama its a terrible option, it does start drama! you hurt someone's feelings making them feel guilty and betrayed for something they don't even know what they possibly did.

mutuals are real people's outside of the screen and their lives and feeling matters! 🌹

please if you don't like me and i started interacting with you, block me before you could get into my heart, this is valid to other people too.

let's just maintain tumblr a better place please! 🤍🕊

[bobowbeau]

“I’m a human police officer!”

Final painting after 24 hours!

[enii]

🐻🌼🌻🦋💕

[tojislittlelambie]

ᨳ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ TOJI x FEM ! READER — 𖥻 1 ྀིა

summary : you wearing toji’s shirt, curled up in his lap, your face in the crook of toji’s neck. he absentmindedly plays with your hair while scrolling on his phone ♡

he could stay right here forever. you had just gotten out of the shower, hair still damp as you placed yourself in his lap, wearing nothing but his black tee over your white lace panties he had bought you the other day, with a ribbon on the rubber band.

you snuggle up to him, cheek pressed against his huge shoulder as your arms clutch limply at his sides.

he can feel his heart beat quicken inside his chest and wraps one of his huge hands around your waist, making sure you don't slip off his thigh as he adjusts his posture.

"y'tired, angel ?" he asks you, voice low, or at least as low as his deep tone could go, as he stares down at you with tenderness glazing over his apparently indifferent gaze.

he practically groans from how cute you look when you move your pretty head to stare up at him with stars in your eyes, shaking your head softly. "am good, just wanna stay like this for a while, toj'..." you mumble softly, going back to your initial position.

you could hear the silent roaring of cars driving by under your open window, the otherwise silence of nighttime taking over your senses and allowing you to relax fully after such a long day.

toji holds you closer to him when he hears your content sigh, his other hand holding his phone as he scrolls through the planning for tomorrow's horse races.

you move your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cheap shampoo filling your nose and making you feel at home. this was what toji was to you. home.

"that tickles y'know ?" he reminds you, calloused fingers now going through your hair smoothly, making you hum once again.

toji discards his phone away, both of his arms wrapping tightly around your frame. head leaned back, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply.

you both stay like this for who knows how long, ressourcing yourself in the others' warmth, forgetting about the world for a while, long enough for your hearts to sync together.

you look up to see toji had already been staring at you with a look you couldn't quite decifer, something in between raw pain and pure adoration. "let's get you to bed, pretty. y're freezin'" he murmurs, large hand rubbing your bare thigh to create some friction.

you close your eyes once more, leaning on his broad shoulders as he stands up with you in his arms, his hold on you secure, and you knew he'd never let you go, never let you fall, not without falling with you at least.

[crowleys-curl]

PSA - #neil gaiman

Almost a month has passed now since the airing of Neil Gaiman’s alleged sexual abuse of two young women (I use that caveat to protect not him, but myself), and apparently now a third has come forward. Am I surprised? No. After all, where there’s smoke there’s usually fire, right? What I am is weary. Because this type of behaviour is of course not new – the powerful (and most often men) using their power and prestige to manipulate those who look up to them for their own pleasure, and perhaps as a salve to their own insecurities – about getting older, or about how great a maker they really are, when they look into their secret souls. Ok, so I guess I'm angry, too.

I haven’t written here about this before. I tend to worry about saying the wrong things, which I know is something I need to work on. But seeing so many fellow fans continue to tag their creative fandom content with the #neilgaiman tag makes me sad. I don’t want to miss out on having season 3 of Good Omens produced, but I think all of us who consume this media have a responsibility to not cover over these ugly truths. Even if you don’t feel comfortable speaking up, you can make small gestures, like not posting your fandom content with Neil’s tag – that way, the voices speaking up (whatever their angle – that’s what free speech is about, after all) will be better heard. And those fans who aren’t yet aware, since mainstream media seem disinterested at best at this point, might become better informed. Or at least aware.

Losing respect for someone you once looked up to in any way is a grieving process, and we all deserve the opportunity to undergo that. For me, Good Omens was my introduction to Neil Gaiman’s work (and Terry’s, too). But more so, I was inspired by his advice about writing; the small encouragements, the idea that even if you could sometimes only pen 50 words a day you could still write a book. And while I may no longer look at him with respect or for creative guidance, I refuse to let go of the renewed loved for writing and image making I’ve found since that last episode of season 2 grabbed me by the metaphorical lapels and changed me forever.

I love this fandom. A little part of my soul has found a home here with you all. I will continue to create and add to the world of Good Omens that belongs to all of us. And to believe the victims.

[suspectedtrash]

Tired and losing motivation!

[crowleysgirl56]

The world is on fire. It’s been on fire for a while now. I have struggled severely for the last few years with attempting to find any happiness in anything. I’ve always loved Good Omens, but it become such a specific hyper focus since season 2 aired, and for once I found a tiny little space in the corner of the internet that I could consider my happy place. This fandom and everyone in it finally brought me a little happiness again. It is now on fire too. So yeah, I’m going to pull away for a little while.

To everyone who is randomly getting anonymous inbox messages from people screaming at you that you’re a terrible person because you like “that pedo David Tennant” (like I have been, I assume it’s the same random person targeting a bunch of people), I feel for you, I’m with you, I’m sending you my thoughts and love, I hope you can just ignore, delete, not engage and move on.

For those who are upset over everything that has occurred with the allegations against Neil Gaiman, you’re feelings are valid. You can separate the art from the artist. You can feel angry with him, sympathy for the victims, and sad that it could affect season 3. All things can be true at once.

So let’s remember a few things:

1) his actions are creepy at best and abhorrent at worst.

2) believing women means giving them the space and time to hear what they have to say, afford them empathy, and not dismiss them outright.

3) the court of public opinion is not the place to make judgment.

4) Boris Johnson’s sister, who is connected to TERF ideology, dropping a podcast the day before a significant general election may perhaps not be the best bastion of truth.

5) screaming at each other won’t solve anything. Please be kind.

So I’m going to take a step back for a bit, touch some grass, and hope the fires are slightly more under control when I get back.

[adharastarlight]

Happy Hide From The Marauders Fandom Day for those who celebrate!!!

[xactodreams]

Are you ever so gay you end a 15 year drawing hiatus?

[sapphicseasapphire]

… yeah.

Yeah, okay. I’m not okay. I feel so numb. I am exhausted. I feel like I have nothing to say.

I refuse to fall to this. I refuse to let myself be consumed. I’m opening emergency art requests. It can be anything. I can’t come up with a single creative idea and I think I need to do something. Send an ask with a prompt, I’ll see what I can do.

[enii]

Please be kind💕

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody.

Brad Montague

[puffyrice]

I’ve been debating whether to talk about this stuff on here, but I need to just get it out somewhere.

I’m disabled. I talk every once in a while about it on here, but I got really sick a month into my first semester of nursing school. I have lupus, fibromyalgia, POTS, and Ehler’s Danlos Syndrome. When I got lupus it caused me to be so sick I could barely walk at all for about 4 months.

I got on all the meds and I do PT, but I am physically disabled. I have terrible fatigue and chronic pain. My pain isn’t really well managed yet, and I walk with a cane. It’s hard for me to be on my feet for more than an hour or so with my cane, depending on the day. Every day is unpredictable.

I’ve been forcing my way through nursing school by sheer stubbornness, even though it makes me seriously ill. I really actually love being in school. I love studying and learning and I’m even tutoring other nursing students this semester.

This semester is my first hospital clinical, which starts this Friday. The thing is, there is a not zero chance that my body literally can’t handle 9 hours of clinical.

Before I was sick I happily did 12+ hours as a vet tech. Now, I have a hard time getting up the stairs or going to the store most days.

There is a chance I will have to leave school, whether it be temporary or permanent. I tried to be able to split my clinical into 2 half days, but they declined that.

So, I may not be able to be a student or a nurse, even though it’s what I love. I’m trying really hard not to connect my whole identity to this goal, but it’s hard not to when I’m so passionate about it.

Anyway. I really appreciate anyone who read all this. I’ll post an update after my Friday rotation.

I’m terrified and heartbroken at how my life suddenly got all flipped around by chronic illness. I hope I can keep giving you the content I love sharing so much.

[aouiaa]

okay HIII!! i’ve been talking to these two wonderful people @dyk3ang3l and @elliesprettygirl a lot recently about this fic i had in mind!! Now I am a beginner in writing and to be fair i am terrified about this flopping but yk new year, new me right? … ANYWAYS!! 😭😭 yeah I’m currently writing a fic about the reader being presumably died after the case runs cold BUT turns out she’s not!! SHOCKER AM I RIGHT?! But it turns out she’s got taken by enslavers and ill be explaining the two year timeline of the readers life as a prisoner and also how she got captured. A lot of graphic shit will be present (in like part 2 and 3) so if this isn’t your cup of tea don’t read! a bunch of angst a lot of it and i’m thinking of a 4 part series should be good!! also did i mention this is in the tlou universe..no? okay well now you know 😭😭 it’s also heavily based off of the santa barbara section in case you didn’t know so i’ll try to post it before Monday of next week! please comment if you have any tips for writing or wanna be tagged! (:

if you have any questions or thoughts shared them in the comments! i’d love to hear what you have to say :D

[0-lilac-and-gooseberries-0]

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