#TWLL YOUR FAMILY

[harukaenthusiast]

FUCKING KICKS DOWN THE TUNBLR DOOR

INDIGO DISK WILL BE REAL DECEMBER 14TH

MENTALKY UNWELL

[archaicfirehydrants]

holy fucking shit im seeing this as i am in a train there quite literally is a sleepy transgender girl in a train RIGHT NOW

It told me to repost this.

[kayawolfhorse]

HI UHHH can you twll me abt your current fav characters and WHY theyre your fav like why you connected with em

Hiii Pig <3 Hmm I’ve got a few constant favorites but I feel like I talk about them a fair bit—two I don��t yap about nearly enough is the fascinating case of the Falses

They share a lot of attributes, from their appearance down to their very name. It’s unclear what their exact relations to one another are: sisters? The original and her clone? Something beyond any sort of categorizable dichotomy? To know would change precisely nothing and everything.

hc!False came first. She’s lived many lifetimes with the same group of people she’s come to know as family, and even if paranoia threads her nervous system like sinew does her muscle and bone, she’s generally confident in her relative safety and her ability to handle any threat or prank thrown her way (though she will be shaking and sobbing throughout the entire ordeal). She’s a capable fighter and amazing builder filled with unfathomable amounts of quiet love for her friends and a dry sense of humor.

Across these lifetimes, she’s had a few things that follow her throughout. Questionably ethical laboratories are one of them.

When e!False blinked awake, she found that her surroundings were not the only unfamiliarities about—she had no idea who she was. The paranoia was dialed up to a hundred. Any one of the strange people she now shared a world with could stab her in the back at any moment. She couldn’t trust them. She couldn’t even trust herself.

She pilfered a new outfit from a random corpse shortly after establishing the beginnings of her new empire, a quaint steampunk little town that would go unnamed for a long while but would eventually be dubbed Cogsmeade. Her base was predominantly underground with plenty of escape routes, should she ever be hunted. When she slept, she dreamt vividly of a place she couldn’t recall but felt like home nonetheless. Sometimes she woke with schematics in her mind for a new build. The airship, for all its splendor, couldn’t take her to where she truly needed to go.

In fits and starts, life became more comfortable. Her fellow rulers were friendly enough when they stopped by for some iron or just to chat, and Cogsmeade was coming along nicely. e!False had a cat. Even some of her memories had started trickling back through into her head! Nothing identifiable, but still—it was progress.

Sometimes sleep held onto her for longer than she would have liked, and weeks would pass before she awoke again. Signs with cryptic messages in handwriting she didn’t recognize started to appear. Unseen clocks began their maddening tick. Certainly sightly clocks seemed to have hung themselves on her bedroom walls. She could deal with it all.

Life became suddenly much more difficult when a magical rift appeared and spawned a bunch of new, scary-looking people into the world, including someone that looked exactly like e!False, wearing the clothes she herself had first appeared in.

The clocks were one thing, but a new tower that e!False definitely didn’t build suddenly materializing was another. Her head felt like it was full of fog. She hired someone to keep an eye on things. The tower was surrounded by electric fence.

The flashbacks grew louder. e!False’s own voice described her as the unsafe one; the evil one. It pleaded with her to remember. It condemned her to this. There was a lab, now left in pieces. There was a reflection not her own. The clocks continued to tick. hc!False had locked her away. e!False was ready to take revenge.

e!False woke up in her own bed initially unsure of where she was. The day’s sign told her that they were gone, and she was safe. Her head was full of memories that were previously locked away by hc!False’s tampering. Had the home she’s dreamt of ever been real? Was, by shoving e!False into this world hc!False’s way of giving her a chance of life once more? She had been asleep for a long while.

The rift was closed, and hc!False was gone with it. e!False, for all the fear, for all the complicated emotions swirling in her chest, had no way of reaching hc!False. She ultimately decided to look ahead.

Cogsmeade had become home. e!False had some things she’d like to build within it. Knowing where her paranoia had largely stemmed from eased her already lessened worries of the other emperors, allowing her to fully think of them as something close to friends. She could continue to forge her future, carve out her life, as herself. She decided to do just that.

e!False never got a proper finale, but remnants of her remain. hc!False can’t quite seem to escape her face, even two years later. In a way it’s fitting. I miss her forever also

[mltl24]

Have you ever fallen completely in love with someone for it to fall apart

You plan a life together, to move in together, get married and have kids and have a beautiful family

And then all of a sudden it changes, he tells you things haven't changed but you don't feel loved anymore so you start fearing, fearing that you will lose him the same way you lost your baby

Allowing yourself to get disrespected and treated like you're disposable, treated like dirt. Like you don't matter

Your heart starts breaking, you get sad and then you get mad that you still love him despite how you are being treated wishing things would go back to how they were when you first fell in love

When he chased you, would ask to buy you lunch, buying you shoes because you picked them up and said you liked them.

The cuddles, the kisses, the sex it all disappears. The good times you guys had it all fades away but you hold onto them wishing for it all to come back and be better but it doesn't.

You fool yourself and you fight and fight for it all to be better but it slips away till theres nothing left of you anymore.

Welcome to heartbreak. It hurts. It hurts so bad and you just want for him to reach out and to twll you he loves you. But he doesn't anymore. He doesn't love or care for you the same he once did. My God it hurts.

Heartbreak is a painful place.

[fleastinger]

I come over to talk and you fall asleep while having a serious talk and freak out when i leave. Okay. So i call you tje next day, no response. Rinse and repeat for months.

Okay. Today is the same- no response all day. I drive around, thinking about us, where we are, what changed, what didnt. I feel like everythings the same as before, except you claim to be sober. But you have no job. You crashed your car twice and almost died. You refuse to get a job until your family gets a car. You refuse to follow up on your long term symptoms because you're scared to call the doctors yourself. You twll me you want me to be there, not to help, yet i work the same hours as doctors, and when i do go over and offer, you refuse.

You are so depressed that sometimes its hard to pick up the phone and say hi. You cry at night thinking that im better than you, that i dont deserve you, that i shouldve stayed with him instead. And yet, im here.

I tell you i want to step back, that you need mental help and tht i cant fix your problems. You cry and think im breaking up with you, that im abandoning you at your lowest. I tell yiu im not breaking up with you, that im saying i think i need to stop treating things lik we're together when we clearly arent, and you think that im using your pain against you. You drop that you had been SA'd, so casually, and then say you dont need therapy - you just need to think really hard about life.

I tell you i benefited from therapy and you throw in my face 3 years ago when i dumped you then dated someone a month after. I tell you ive been trying and trying to be there for you while barely being there for myself. I admit to you i almost tried to kms when i cheated on him with you, that therapy was what helped me get out of bed, and yet its not enough.

Im not even telling you i wont see you again, i m not even telling you that i dont want to help by bringing you to the docs or having sex with you. But i dont think youre ready for a relationship with me anymore. Ive changed that i want more than just smoking together and cuddling. That i want to explore and grow our lives together.

Its just . All the same shit.

[pinkopalina]

party trick: I can identify the zodiac symbols by name

[obxparadiseonearth]

Spoilers ahead for those who havent watched season 3 yet❗️❗️❗️❗️its long im kinda sorry lol

Okay so I finished last night and there were lots of emotions for me but now that I have had time to sit and process heres some things about season 3 that im like what???? About.

Parents and returning to Kildare:

Jjs dad is gone. He literally had his dream a private island and no one to twll him what to do no cops no restitution (which we dont hear about again) but he still leaves bevause the pogies are his only family left. Instead of going to the chateau and seeing or waiting for his best friend he just breaks in to his house. Sara has no one so obvious shed go to JBs. Pope and Cleo (my new fave couple that basically needed more elaboration wtf happened to the No love club they talked about it twice but okay) i knew Heyward would feel some type of way but would give in to helping cleo. I love the Heywards theyre the best parents in this show. Now Kies parents bro, idk. Like at first I was like holy fuck theyve changed a little trying to be more open to what kie is feeling and all that jazz about parenting and not wanting to push your child away. Then they turn sara away like I know damn well you know her whole family is gone amd she has no one else just let her stay just tell her to come back later?? Then they have a party where they say "were all together on this island, pogues and kooks." Like fuck you? You were a pogue and you hate john b and jj and pope who is considerably the nicest of the 3 and the most resposible you have to know that and you still look down on them? Okay Mike.

Next the ending:

18 months later they have everything they ever wanted and all the parents are so stoked like did you forget you kidnapped your own daughter and sent her to a kitty hawk reform school where Jj busted her out? But because they discovered a historical thing and are honored youre all good for it now? That dont sit right with me I need to know what happened during that 18 months dawg. Sara and john b still together and touchy feely but the other couples look like theyre just friends again none of the hand holding not shit?! 18 MONTHS TOGETHER AND WE DONT GET NOTHING BUT ONE KISS FROM BOTH COUPLES?! I NEED TO KNOW! Also where the fuck is rafe?! What happened to rafe?! Do we just not get to see that whole thing?! Im mad about that. And we only see rose like 5 times and wheeze once?!!!! Bullshit.

I enjoyed this season but there were moments I was like okay wtf happened did I miss shit?!

Also topper is a little bitch because his moms such a bitch 🙄

[whispersofsarcasm4494]

okay but like pukwudgies:

-there literally slytherpuffs

-pukwudgies are literally jellybeans but they come of as scary

-most first years who see them think they're the scariest, espicially the upperclassmen, because the seventh years are literally a bunch of intimidating, drug dealers with resting bitch faces who joke about their emotional trauma and mental health. and then at some point, either the older thunderbirds, horned serpents or wampus will introduce the seventh years to the first years and they're literally the sweetest people on earth

-every seventh year has a favorite first year, who they treat as their own child

-pukwudgies provide all the muggle imports to the other houses i.e candy, beverages, books, magazines

-they treat every exchange like its a drug deal

-they have a literal mafia called "the puks" that along with the mafia of horned serpent rule the black market of the school

-they preach their home remedies and treat honey like a god

-they have a huge rivalry with horned serpent, but every year before the homecoming senior quidditch match, they have a huge sleepover in one of the two common rooms, for a one night only no rivalry party

-pukwudgies have tarot, astrology, and palmistry booths all over their common room

-the entrance to their common room is literally in the kitchens. you go through and theres a wooden staircase that leads down three levels until you reach an openspace common room with a view of the waterfall of lake greylock

-their common room has three levels theres the main one that has the sofas, the windows, and hords of pillows and blankets

the second level that can be reached by a spiral staircase that consists of the hallways that lead to the dorms and 'the booths' where students can sell handmade prducts and give astrology readings etc.

the third floor is just a loft that is a dedicated indoor garden and greenhouse

-there are two seperare hallways that lead to the boys and girls dorms, both of which go up  spiral wooden staircases with plants hanging from the sides

-their the only house with bunkbeds

-the rooms are the exact same except the boys rooms overlook the mountains and the girls overlook the lake

-students have the same dorm the entire time until they graduate so they tend to put up posters and wall art

-they have a tradition of leaving a note and candy after they graduate, for the incoming first years who will get their rooms next

-the notes usually give words of advice, twll stories from their days, and reveal secrets. most pukwudgies keep their letter with them for the rest of their life

-but in the common room they jave a great big wall that his letters from over the years that pukwudgies look at, the oldest one being from 1901

-the pukwudgies run the alumni group

-students are allowed to participate in special clubs run by the upper pukwudgies including but not limited too:

-The Puks: The Art of Buisness and Money (A literal mafia)

-No-Maj Medics: A guide to No-Maj medicine and treatments

-The OWFG: The ordinairy witches for the good, a feminist group that talks about social issues. It primarily focuses on women and womens issues, but many boys join too

-Pukwudgie Future Leaders: like the MACUSA internship club only focuses more on debating and leadership skills and is run by students

-FFG: Found Family Group, a safe space for all to talk, write, or just vent about issues

-The Pukwudgie Gobstone Team: Pukwudgie has the worst gobstone team in the school but the friendships you make last forever(thats basically their slogan)

-The Quidditch Club: Avalibile for any and all quidditch players. It's a combine club between the Horned Serpents and Pukwudgies for all students to learn about the history of quidditch, fan girl over the players, and learn the basic ropes of the game

-the pukwudgie common room has no password or anything you simply have to be a pukwudgie or be with a pulwudgie to get in

-when they take yearbook photos, the ambassadors(a seventh year for each country US, Mexico, Canada) decide a theme for each year and some of the past favorites have been:

Goth Emo

70's parents

Hippies

Dehydrated French Men named Pierre

Salad Dressings

The Different Classes

Dress up like your teacher

- they all somehow have athletic bodies, even though they spend their days inside watching muggle movies and gardening

[dear-fellow-travelers]

...? A rambow soul? The soul of leadership right?

Soul Variant.

I came up with an idea that Wisp Souls are those who have been half monster or have died and become a monster with residual energy of theor past life.

Sometimes.. the rainbow ones are a Variation of mixed emotional truama that lead them to find where their magic was taking them. But they have no memory of who they were other than their name that they remember of a Theme.

Take for example:

My oc Annie (annie use your telescope)

She is hurt. She had died because of her family complicated mess and on top of that she was bullied and suffered complex losses to her original soul.

They form a shell. One that is reborn after death.

In this case.. she Jumped. She fell to her death and half decomped.

Her magic healed her and so she rose up from the grave in the forest and lived there for many years. Renamed heraelf Annie as in Little Orphan Annie. Because, in Truth, she was an orphan.

But she has magic that is plant based. She can also twll monsters and humans emotions trough the energy of the souls color.

She wasn't really loved.. she was chased underground by humans and she fell and she landed in a way that her amkle and leg were unable to stand or walk.

She has half of her face skeleton and her arms and legs are skeletal too. But her human bits of her body is still there.

But they can't be held down if they hide their soul. They cam fade. But still act on their former human soul that Was going to be there. But her soul is rainbow like space.... It chances with mood. These half monster souls are often seen as a powerhouse of magical ability- but can be corrupt of not lead in the right direction.

Now.. you know more about the concept.

[stuckatmyhouse12]

Twll me i can be also be your sister, cuz my home is cobservativr as heck and my family doesnt aprove of me bein trans

Id totally let you be my sister my dude! The family always has room for more!

[spooky-daddy-jim]

I AM NOW YOUR FAMILY TWLL ME AHOUT TJOSE FANDOMS SON ~writinghowell

I’m your dad/lucifer/Loki. You are my child/Midgard

But welcome to the family

[rcyaltribridson]

Oliver watched his father with the same look his father would give. "You honestly twll mw you have never said that or done something that risks yourself to help your family?" Oliver asked. "You can forget..a spell... I would find my way back dad...but I want you all free from this curse."

rcyaltribridson‌:

“What is so important? Dad I am aware of what I am offering. If I can do this… mom, you… Harmony, Hope, your siblings, our cousin’s…everyone will be free… I mean it only me… in a few hundred years you won’t even remember me…” Oliver pointed out. 

Klaus just blinked for a moment. “Are you delusional?” He asked almost seriously. “I’m sorry, but do you honestly think you’re forgettable? Especially to me?” He asked. 

[juliaandrocco]

In behalf of #JuliaAndRocco, THANK YOU for being so selfless, for looking after our own best interests before yours (those are different things), for the sweet gene the kiddos have (in demeanor and tooth!), for being so tireless but still patient at the same time, and I always twll you this - for being the ROCK of the family, we appreciate you for what you do and who you are, @annemgonz! Thank you for being the best mother for the kiddos! We love you with all our hearts! #HappyMothersDay (Still my favorite picture of you guys, it's still my wallpaper on my phone!)

[jonesingforben]

➝ How Do We Move On?

Who: Bentley Jones and Summer Evans ( @summerxevans )

When: May 21st

What: Ben does his best to help Summer get through the first anniversary of a tragedy. .

TW: Mentions of miscarriage and death 

Summer remembered all too well how she felt on the first anniversary of Scotty's passing. She remembered that no one in her family really knew how to handle it. There had been a lot of changes that year and the Evans were reeling. But she remembered they stuck together, they visited his grave, they ate his favorite foods and wore his favorite colours. This was different. In some ways it felt much the same, but it was so different in many others. She had no grave to visit, no favourite foods or colours or movies or anything. The fetus she'd lost didn't even have toes let alone a name or a personality. So was it stupid that she still mourned the loss so deeply that her soul ached? Her heart really wasn't in anything she did that day. She muddled through classes in a haze and forced herself through Cheerios practice, thanking her lucky stars that it was Blaines tryout day and all the attention was on him. After practice, she located Ben on the sidelines and greeted him with a disheartened wave as she approached him. She'd told him before about the miscarriage, but he didn't know that today was the day yet. She didn't know how to bring it up, except to have texted him earlier that day asking him to meet her after practice because she needed him. She needed his presence and his sound mind more than anything else right now.

It was like any other day for Ben. He got up, showered, went to his classes, and practice like nothing was out of place. His worry bone did start to ache, however, when he received Summer's text. Still, he managed to keep focus during practice but wasted no time going to meet with Summer. He didn't even shower and was still in his basketball gear as he made his way out to the field, he was there a little before the Cheerios were done so he waited and watched as it looked like some tryout was happening. As Summer approached him, he couldn't help but notice her long face and the way her shoulders slouched. Immediately, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey, bombshell. What's going on?"

Summer sank into his arms with immediate relief. It took her a moment to breathe and collect herself, her thoughts still running wild. "It's just..." she didn't know how to say it out loud without crying. "It happened a year ago today." She could feel the tears burning at her eyelids. She blinked them away, not wanting to appear quite so vulnerable where the rest of the cheer squad could see.

It was obvious something was really affecting her. He wouldn't have pushed, but was glad that she seemed to want to twll him what was wrong. His mind moved a mile a minute as he tried to decipher her words. But after some thinking, he was able to put the pieces together and his heart sank. He pulled her in tighter. "I'm so sorry, baby." He pulled her away from prying eyes and in between the bleachers. "What do you need from me?" He asked with wide eyes.

The nickname 'baby' stung her deeply today, she visibly winced at hearing it, but she didn't say anything. Instead she just followed him and when they were alone, she just trembled and shrugged her shoulders. "I... i don't know, Sir. Its... no one tells you how to deal with things like this." She said, her voice catching.

This was one of those moments where Ben didn't know what to do. He liked to be the one who could take charge and take care of those he cared about most, but grief was not something he could think about logically or calculate. He needed a little bit of time to think so he grabbed her hand and started back towards the dorms. "How about we get you back to my place, we can take a bath and we can try to think of a way to help you grieve. How does that sound?"

Summer  nodded. It sounded like a much better plan than anything she could come up with herself, so she followed him as he led her to the dorms. She kept a tight hold on his hand the whole way, and even once they were in his suite she didn't let go.

The entire time they were walking up to their room, Ben was trying to brainstorm ways to make her feel better. He thought back to his own loss and how he coped with it, how he grieved and honored Marcus' life. By the time they got back to his suite, he took Summer to the bathroom and took his time getting her undressed as he ran the bath. Once the bath was full he got in first and beckoned her to join him.

She let him take the lead, letting him undress her and fill the bath, each action somehow making her feel safe, loved, and protected. All of which were things she needed in her vulnerable state. When the bath was finally ready she stepped into the tub with him and settled herself on his lap, as close to him as she could get, and thats when the tears started flowing.

Ben didn't say anything and he certainly didn't expect Summer to either. Patience was always important, but especially in a time like this. When she was trying to grieve. So he washed her in silence, humming every so often a song his mom used to hum to him when he was a kid. He wasn't going to break the silence, he was intent on letting her pick the pace.

As he washed her, his soft humming echoing slightly off the bathroom walls, Summer just let the tears flow and let her mind wander away. She was safe here, Ben was there and he'd never let anything bad happen to her. Her thoughts drifted to how different her life would be right now if she hadn't had that miscarriage. Her baby would be almost five months old, she pobably won't be at the institute, in fact, she'd probably still be with Jason. They probably would have rushed a claim for the sake of providing stability for the kid. He wondered if he'd have been a better father than he was a boyfriend. She didn't like to think about the answer to that question. She didn't know how long she'd been silent for, but eventually, she drew in a breath to speak. "Thank you for taking care of me, Sir." She whispered, leaning back into him.

Ben played with her hair idly and ran his fingertips across the surface of her skin. He smiled at her words but shook his head. "You never have to thank me for taking care of you," he assured her. "Losing someone is hard enough on it's own. But losing someone before you even got the chance to know them is something I can't even fathom. You said you didn't get the chance to grieve about the life you lost. Tell me about them."

"There's not much to tell." She said quietly. "It was too soon to tell the gender. I never picked a name... I never even told Jason I was pregnant." Summer closed her eyes. "But... despite all of that, I loved the kid. I used to talk to them, sing to them..." she released a breath, but her eyes stayed closed.

Ben nodded, trying to understand as much as he could. "What song did you used to sing to them?" He asked, continuing to run his hands up and down her body as a way to continue to comfort her. "Maybe you could sing a little bit to me."

Instead of replying with the title of the song, she drew a soft breath and began to quietly sing the opening melody of 'Hey, Jude' by the Beatles. She only got a couple of lines in before her voice started to waver a little bit, and she wiped at her eyes. "I-It's my favourite song." She informed Ben.

The song was easily recognizable and he listened in reverence as she sung the first couple of lines of the song. "It's a beautiful song, bombshell," he assured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "That can be the way you honor your baby. Sing the song in remembrance and it doesn't have to be on the anniversary, just whenever you think of them or feel saddened by your loss."

[itssimplyme16]

VIVA MEXICO !!!

okay... so...

Yesterday I was invited to my boyfriend's house to a typical Mexican night...

plot twist... my parwnts have been friends of his parents for a ling time now and they were invited too.

okay... so I was nervous as fuck because I had met his family but not all of his family... and we are not really out as a couple to the world.

so basically I thought we were going to be in his house and that rhe party was going to be there but no... I was soo, so wrong... ir was at his aunt's house .

I helped him carry some stuff feom one house to another and started to meet his family...

it was awkward as fuck cause we were just like friends and yeah.

It was time to eat and his aunts and cousins were really nice to me.

time passed and it was time to dance (his family dances a lot and my family... we are the opposite)...

so there I am, sitting down, minding my own business and all of a sudden I hear "And the next song is for [insert his name here] and his...ummm...guest"... so there you have me, all panicky as fuck, nervous as fuck and I was not sure what the fuck I was gonna do!!!!

so there you have us... standing in the middle of the dance floor... he starts moving and I just stay there extremely confused about what the fuck should I do and I just hwar my mum say "move! move your legs" like "bish... what the fuck do you mean by moving my legs!??!? there arw a hundred ways in which they can move!!!"

his aunt walks into my direction and gives me this thing called "reboso" and twlls me to start moving it... oh, God... I am a failure... so they notice that I am fucking things uo and then his nephew and one of his cousins join us... I started kind of mimicking her but as I said before... I am a fucking failure at dancing.

So minutes go by and they start joking about us... literally one of his cousins takes his hat off and just tells me what to do with it... basically use it as a "shelter" for me to kiss him...

When I finally managed to find the beat and move kind of decently they were all like "oh... look at them" or "look at her... she said she didn't know how to dance" or "uuuuh you need to take advantage of this situation".

then this song came out and it was slow... they wanted us to dance to ir but he (in his role of "were friends") said no... cause tbh it was gonna be kind of uncomfortable to dance like that...

the songs kept playing, we were still dancing and when they started to take photos I am sure that I appear with a fucking dumb smile in my face.

I loved to dance with him... i loved it... I love him.

[rareity69]

Always down the beach now days. Guess the walk allows me to think and the music not to.. the waves and the moon and stars help me to just be calm and destress. But really the problem is i havent given up caring or trying. But if i didnt step back you wouldnt help yourself. We both became these people we werent. But i know no matter how hars it is you will get through it. The probelm is i can only help to support you with wise thinking and i wanna do soo much more but i cant help you because lets be honest you dont know whats wrong or you wont admit it. I dont know i will always care i CARE soo fucking much.. at first i couldnt because i had a lot of anger up inside me but now im not angry im not attached im still a little sore but half of that is worries about my own life. You need to see pretending makes it worse. I undeestand your family arent as accepting and need to knkw the gory details.. maybe dont even twll them about the money but us.. but by the sounds they havent even asked about me a bit weird your name came up too much for me to handle. I just want you to be OKAY.