#That's a joke

[dailydivergent]

We've all seen a feelings wheel, but have you ever seen a NEEDS wheel?

This was a first for me when my therapist showed it to me—so now I'm sharing it with you.

Like!!

I'm allowed to need "Make"?

And "For"?!

All jokes aside, this thing is changing the way I view my needs.

I hope it changes yours, too.

[mother-mommy]

crosshair's reunion with his toothpicks was genuinely more emotional to me than the one with the batch

[dawnofiight]

Maybe the reason I don't like Angel is because I think David should've just dated Asher so I could have Babe.

[jinuaei]

Yearly rendered piece done, see ya'll next year.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Summer

here's a little drabble for day 2! @youngroyals-events xx.

Summer School AU where Simon is there to catch up before starting at a new, fancy school and Prince Wilhelm is there because he really can’t be bothered to pay attention in class, much less do his homework. (That is, until he meets Simon.)

Simon has been resolutely ignoring the prince since he’d arrived (late) on the first day. This summer is about making sure he doesn't immediately fail out of school next year, because apparently rich kids get accelerated learning programs even if they’re all going straight into daddy’s business after graduating. Or, in Wilhelm's case, the actual monarchy. Simon is not there to make friends, and yet Wilhelm keeps making attempts to talk to Simon, even when the teacher is talking. Despite Simon’s best efforts to ignore him, Wilhelm is undeterred. Rather than continuing to whisper at him, he begins drawing stupid little comics and sliding them across the desk they share. 

The first is a drawing of two fish, one with short, curly hair and the other with long and straight. The caption says “Why are fish so smart? Because they live in schools!” Simon shakes his head and bites his lip to hide a smile.  

The second is an alligator wearing a tiny vest and a monocle, accompanied by “He’s an investi-gator!” At the front of the room, the teacher pauses her lecture for a moment when Simon hides a laugh behind a loud cough. 

It only takes a few days before Simon is showing up to summer school excited to see what stupid joke the stupid Prince with his stupid hair would draw for him that day. From there, it’s a slippery slope into writing little notes back — always critiques of the comic, of course – which quickly turns into short greetings at the beginning and end of the day. Two weeks in, Wilhelm’s comic-of-the-day (A cow wearing a pair of boots; “Why can’t a cow wear shoes? They lactose!”) is accompanied by another question:

What are you doing after this today?

Simon glances up at the teacher, who’s writing on the board, before writing back, 

studying.

Do you want to study together? 

Because it’s fun to see Wilhelm squirm, Simon waits a long while before responding.

ok.

They go back to Simon’s after summer school is done for the day. Simon refuses to ride in the fancy car that arrives for Wilhelm, so they walk together on either side of Simon’s bike as the black car slowly creeps behind them. He learns that Wilhelm has been getting special study guides and help on his homework, and Simon lets the Prince know just how unfair and stupid that is. Wilhelm, to his surprise, agrees. 

That afternoon, they do actually get a bit of studying done before they get distracted talking to each other and eventually playing video games. From there, it’s a slippery slope into hanging out every day on which Simon doesn’t have to work in the afternoon. Much to Simon’s dismay, Wilhelm becomes Wille, and he finds he actually rather likes the boy, save for the fact he’s a prince. On the warm and sunny days, they go to the lake and spend hours laughing and fighting in the water. On the days Simon has an afternoon shift at the cafe, Wille comes by and spends time distracting Simon from his work, before settling in the corner and (allegedly) studying. 

Halfway through the summer, Simon and Wille have started spending practically every day together. Simon tries not to think too hard about the lingering glances and tender touches they often share. On a particularly rainy day, they settle into the couch at Simon’s to watch a movie. A free afternoon typically means Simon had an early morning shift, so it’s no surprise when he falls asleep 10 minutes into the film. When he wakes sometime later, he’s curled into Wille’s side, the other boy’s arm around his shoulder. They exchange a silent glance, both slightly hesitant to acknowledge their close proximity, before settling back together and starting another movie. When Wille leaves later that night, the goodbye hug they share feels different than usual. 

By the end of the summer, Simon has a large collection of silly comics he’s grown to love and a large collection of un-platonic feelings for his new friend. To celebrate their last day of summer school, Simon and Wille take a picnic to the lake. As usual, they swim close to each other, finding any excuse to grab the other’s hand or wrap an arm around cold skin. This time, though, where they’re floating near the shore, Simon turns to face Wille. Wille automatically reaches out a hand to brush Simon’s waist, gaze serious and intense in that way it always is when Wille looks at Simon.  

“Simon… Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

“What kind of shoes do frogs wear?”

“Oh my god–”

“Open toad.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

Wille rushes forward, still laughing, and presses their lips together. Simon grins into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Wille's neck and pulling him closer.

That next summer, neither of them have to be in summer school, but they spend every day together, nonetheless.

[chipistrate]

Okay but why is this image so fucking threatening

Like why is he just in the void why is he so small in this canvas why is he staring straight at me I'm scared wtf man go away no wonder Michael bullied you

[fireheartwraith]

Pac please stop listening to Bad's love advice. I'm begging you

[mrs-bluemarine]

Made aware of things

[ianthoni]

[frenchgremlim1808]

Hello guys it finally came: The actual result of the french gremlim polls of laziness (here is the link). So this was a hard road to do for many reasons but the main one was this, I didn't want something I worked on for hours to not be viewed, I hate it when a post I make which took no effort gets like a 100 notes while the ones I actually do make a real effort on gets none. And like I said in my recent post, the essay on why Midori was such a breath of fresh air was five pages long, and I knew nobody was gonna read it. So to make it more accessible I did a video, yes a video. This took like forever but now it's done. Forgive my terrible accent, I'm french and I stutter a lot. But for those who still prefer to read the original I will post it along side this. So people can have both. So here it is:

WHY MIDORI IS SUCH A BREATH OF FRESSH AIR OR HOW TO ACTUALLY WRITE A VILLAIN

https://youtu.be/HpFP5BUzSHk?si=6NDFVZmqdxvOy4Ut

I have no idea why the main pic is of these guys I'm sorry about the screamer

Also here is the link to the text

[rayyanishere1]

every time ford is drawn like a muppet, an angel gains half a wing

[demilypyro]

oh noooo please dont draw ship art of me and the popular video game character that’ll be soooo bad for my engagement

[greyias]

It's been four days since someone left a comment talking about me writing a Knight/Theron/T7 threesome and I'm still

[kaisollisto]

don't go where i cannot follow (aka table au pt 2)

Home is something Beatrice has grappled with. A word that sits on her tongue unyielding, it sours the inside of her mouth. The taste lingers and there is no reprieve for breathing. She does not care for a place in the world but something inside her needs it. The thought shames her, to need something so desperately. (To want on the brink of desperation and longing, to search for an answer only to be scorned tramples her heart). The need sweeps through her and she is helpless to do anything but let it pass. (And yet she cannot stop looking, she is not human but she hopes wildly like one). 

Beatrice has always felt rigid, a tension in her bones that shadows her. There's something inside of her that coils, it twists and twists and Beatrice sees no end. A hole inside of her that swells to the size of her heart. It’s all encompassing and Beatrice cannot escape. She is a mouthpiece to pain and it is clear to her how much it is just Beatrice and the expanding absence of Beatrice. 

There is nothing but time for Beatrice, she holds it heavily with tight hands. She was pressed from a weeping willow, crushed, squeezed to an unbearable degree of pressure that Beatrice can’t remember how to let go. (She dreams of it, hands pressing insistently against her, shoving her back into the absence of herself). She holds a tight relationship with time, it passes and she holds on. 

She remembers everything and nothing at all but the only thing that has mattered to her was pain.

It is what makes her Beatrice. The pain leads her down a path, it becomes her. There is no Beatrice without pain. She cannot find herself amidst the sensation, she cannot separate anything memorable without pain. She doesn’t know who she is without pain. She is shaped by the people who have hurt her and she wishes she could let go, (but the scars stay permanent and she is still a table). 

There is no god, Beatrice doesn’t believe in such trivial things. But when you’re a table all you have is time. She entertains the thought, some deity, a higher power pulling strings, a fate predetermined and she hates the idea. She would pull them thread from thread, vein from vein with her bare soul. She would claw her way to the heavens to rip the tether of pride between gods and watch them fall.

But there is no place for bitter resentment in her heart so she tucks it away. A feeling never to be touched but always too close for comfort. She fills her day falling into habits. She’s particular about her routine, she spends the first few hours of dawn sitting inside of herself. If she were a tree it'd be easier, freeing, but confined to the shape of a table she feels wrong. A loss she doesn’t want to dwell on for the fear of being consumed. (She doesn’t know grief directly, but she knows this feels something akin to it). 

It’s taxing to be okay with where she is, there is no life here. (Some days she wakes up with a deep rooted fear that she was dying herself, a willow tree rotting from the inside out and how do you even begin to save yourself?) But she has to move on.

Beatrice never stays in one place too long. She's seen quite a few places, each one different than the last. She thinks she must be an ugly table to be passed around in different hands (and yet they all still seem to treat her with care).

Her current stay hurts her eyes. Everything's a bit too bright for her even with her fuzzy vision. She can make out shapes and objects she recognizes but it's still straining. 

She doesn’t notice her at first, Beatrice spends an obscene amount of time tasting the environment. It’s clean, albeit a bit suffocating but there’s airflow, proper ventilation and if she closes her eyes she can pretend. She likes the muted buzz of other voices, she can’t understand them but it comforts her knowing they’re there. 

She finds her slotted in between ungodly times of the day, she always seems to be in the midst of something. 

There is something about her that bothers Beatrice. She can feel her vibrating, there’s something palpable there, something tangible there that will burn her. And Beatrice, (who has only known pain), has never wanted it so bad. 

[fandoomrants]

I refuse to believe people don't know who's going to betray Percy. They just don't want to believe it.

[xstarkillerx]