#ahh ye boys

[not-so-casualenjoyer]

Simon (trying to be) casual about the mask

By that I don’t mean he’d take it off whenever you asked. Of course not. You have to have very, very special privileges to see his face, and even each of the 141 members practically had to pry it off him once he agreed to let them see.

Simon’s mask is what makes him Ghost. It’s what makes him able to slip into work mode. It’s what holds him together when he needs it and what lets him block out everything else and pretend it’s never happened. The mask allows Simon to assume another identity.

He puts it on at night after his nightmares, when he feels like the world is crumbling down around him. It holds everything together, making sure his scars won’t tear apart at the seams, letting him find reprieve in his second skin.

The mask is an essential, immovable part of who Simon is. Who Ghost is. And he doesn’t take that thing off for just anyone.

Simon is an intimidating, bloodsoaked, unadmittedly sad, broken man. All these things, coupled with lesions on emotions beat into him by his father, make for a not so smooth approach to communication.

By which I mean, almost none at all.

Which isn’t a fault of his own. He likes to shove everything down, and almost nobody he knows is willing to risk his temper enough to dredge it back up again. So he gets to keep it locked away in a tight little bottle. He’s never had to express himself, communicate with another person, explain the reasoning behind his sometimes irrational actions (and he is not willing to admit it may be akin to the fact that he doesn’t quite know why he does them himself sometimes).

But when you came around, it jolted his entire world.

You, little firecracker you, who doesn’t flinch when he glares or snaps and pushes him to explain until he wants to scream his tar-soaked lungs out in newfound frustration.

You’re so different. You don’t fear his wrath. You meet it with a firm hand and a possibly more stubborn attitude. The team has never seen someone who can go head to head with Simon, and they don’t think they’ve ever seen him get so irritated either.

You push him until he snaps, spitting his reasoning and thoughts to you, explaining with a growled “I don’t know, okay?!” when you push him too far. You bend him on topics that make him itch until he breaks, and then you soften. You lower your voice, sweeten your tone, comfort him with words that make his stomach churn with how kind they are, and drag each word of explanation and processing out of him with coaxing gentleness.

You learn more about him than he intends over time.

You learn about the scars that cut through him–his mind, his heart, sometimes his flesh body. Sometimes when you look at him, he thinks you can see them, the slashes and cuts that mangle his body. His gnarled heart, his twisted mind.

That doesn’t scare him the way it would if it were anybody else. It doesn’t scare him because no matter what he shows you, you always come back. You always learn more, and you always show him that syrupy, worried look whenever he bears a new mark to you, physical or not.

So he wonders, in spite of himself, what would you think of his face? His cleft lip, his scarred cheek, his cut brow? What would you think of his eternally crooked nose, his drawn brows?

He hopes the scars on his face won’t stop you from giving him that sweet look, because none of his scars have before.

Simon isn’t quite sure how to integrate his bare face into the equation.

He wishes he didn’t have to go through all the muss and fuss, could just take it off with no overdramatic theatrics. He just wants to rip the bandaid off as quickly as possible.

So, that’s what he does. Saunters into the rec room one day while it’s just you, completely maskless.

He casually walks to the kitchen counter (despite how he thinks he might be having a heart attack from how hard his heart is beating against his ribcage) to make some tea.

You glance over your shoulder when you notice his presence, and–

“...Simon?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you forget your mask?”

He turns the knob on the stove to light a fire under the kettle.

“No,” He grunts.

You blink at him, speechless, for lack of a better word, trying to process this situation and the face in front of you.

It’s almost surreal, seeing it all come together. Those familiar eyes, the glance of jaw and lip, his light brows, furrowed down. Now connected with the rest of his face, a crooked nose and a gnarled cheek, lines in his forehead from scowling so much.

“What?” He mutters from his spot at the counter, seeing how you’ve twisted around to stare at him over the back of the couch.

“Nothing,” You say quickly, turning back to your phone with a grin.

a/n: haha hey guys sorry i fell off the face of the earth! i do that sometimes ANYWAYS gonna try to write some more 😭 i have little thing in the works rn but it takes me at least three days to start writing literally anything beyond a base idea so

[radaverse]

how to draw pepoino spageti from piza toer

[sygneth]

Echoes of Elysium | Chapter 1 | Page 7

Page 6 Page 8 Info & index plans of the precinct

*gay silence intensifies*

I tried another way of coloring this (consistent art style? never heard of her), but I don't know what I think of it yet. Well. It's messier, for sure. Lemme know if you like it.

[tacticianpigeon]

was working on a robotics project for 5 years and this bloke burned the whole college down hope nobody died out there fr fr🙏🙏🙏

[dansevilpianotea]

ramble ahead about time, tatinof, 2015 and changing one's life

tatinof is very special and im so happy they did this video to acknowledge that its not cringe at all and that theyre proud of their past selves !! there's sth genuinely healing about that !! ive had a hard time in 2015 and even tho i was 12/13 and just discovered that online fan communities of things i was into were a thing and was nowhere close to the phandom (i joined after BIG), this is the fandom internet that i joined back then. thats why its so poetic that they sing 'the internet is here', because to me this is the time it started to be there for me. it wasnt always kind to me and instagram was not a great platform to start on if your bullies and other ppl from school were also on it, but it was also when for the first time ever i realised that there were not only people who liked what i liked but that those ppl also have created their own culture and community online !! i was not totally alone !! there is a life outside of school !! i would never chose to go back to that time ever like it was horrible (that applies to any time in the past tho, i hate the idea of 'going back in time' with a passion) but im glad that the internet was there for me because no one else really was if im being real with you.

more below the cut because im an insufferable yapper (dan is a terrible influence haha tit joke)

this all is maybe why i find it hard to go back to watch dnps older content and also the stuff from the tatinof era. dan's sarcastic self-hating persona and phils innocent nerd persona are both hitting a bit too close to home and i want to both cry for them and for myself. we knew nothing back then. we were lost and yet did sth we were proud of. yet here we are almost 10 years later and how the fuck did we end up here but oh my god im so proud of us. all it took for me was to watch dan's coming out video. all it took for them was to be embraced and loved by their audience (us). dan also needed a break which is something that at the time it happend was really hard for me but then i found my wonderful lovely phannie discord friends here. we really all got here together and if i ever see any single person say that dnp hate us or dan hates it or that dnp are cringe or that we are cringe etc etc i will block you so hard because what are you even doing bringing up drama when in reality dan and phil and the phandom have developed the most remarkable symbiotic relationship between artist adn fans ever. they are our dads and i honestly just want to say how fucking proud i am of them for how far theyve come and what theyve done since 2015. dan really did the whole mental health and gay thing but then he did the mental health again!! and i think ywgttn and wad need to be given more credit here because idk if you remember pre-wad dan but he wasnt anything like post wad dan. every since wad he seems so happy and genuinely authetic and in peace. (im ignoring dystopia daily here because that was filmed before wad and his dd persona also reminds me too much of 2015 depressed dan than whatever high concept he was going for lol, im just not a dd fan). like wad changed his relationship with us and its warming my entire heart when i see dan smile so much now. he deserves to be happy and proud. and if dan deserved it after going through so much and coming out on top (literally), then i deserve it too. and phil? i love how he's just so confident now. fuck. (literally). he is not the innocent nerd anymore like he actually is fully really himself now and feels comfortable in his body (crop top, phlonde, etc) and openly expressing his sexuality ! even compare this phil to phil from the beginning of the hiatus!! he got so much more confident and relaxed since then!! like fully, really, if he can do it, if he can strip himself of the persona that ppl have attributed to him because of his anxiety, then i can do that too. im so proud of phil. he is an inspiration and the more he's being himself publically with no shame, the more an autistic phannie will feel hopeful for their future. im so proud of both of them.

like its crazy you go through your life thinking you're going nowhere and never making any progress and will never reach your goals but then you stop and look back what you were like 6 months ago and realise how many lives you have lived since then. it always goes back to BIG when dan said this:

[...] I thought I was trapped in a situation forever when in reality, the entire world I lived in and my life changed completely. I thought it was hopeless when in reality there was so much to hope for and that's it. Time changes everything. With the lives that we have, we can try anything we've dreamed of. I want anyone that's ever felt like this to realize you are never trapped. There is always hope. You just need to believe in yourself and get to the other side.

this everyone, changed my life. and i will never be able to thank dan enough for it, no matter how much i pay for tour tickets, how often i watch their videos or share my love for them on here. i just want to mention this because its never just 'light entertainment', it means the world to many of us and we have build a wonderful and loving community despite the hardships of the past and pointless discourses of the present. like, we can change shit for ourselves because we see these gay idiots do it who have done soooo fucking much in the last 15 years like they were on radio 1 and on a hollywood billboard and hosted various big big events. and yet, they decided they want to use their time to do things for themselves and their community. they have said many times that they havent made a profit from (parts of) their tours but they do it regardless. they do really love us and i dont think ive ever really felt loved by people who i was in a fandom for like that. its really not as parasocial as it might seem anymore. we got here together and we should be proud of that. i love dnp and i love you phannies so much !! 💕💕💕💕💕

[4c1d-cl0wn]

ANDREW!

[bibannana]

Rex *walking into the barricks that are filled with smoke*: Why does it smell like smoke in here?

*Jesse, Tup and Hardcase making a human wall*

Dogma *terrible liar*: Smoke sir? Haha, what smoke?

Rex *raises an eyebrow*

Echo *jumping in*: Oh the smoke! Ah yes.......Fives was thinking.

Rex *unimpressed look*: Really?

Echo *nods*: Yes. It's a bit too much for his half a brain cell to process.

Fives *muffled*: Hey!

Kix *angry whispering*: Stay still you kriffing di'kut!

Rex *deep inhale, long exhale*: Right.

[jeysbaby]

I already think about a AU that’s how my mind works 👍🏾

[drowzyscatterbrain]

ykw, screw it. imma type out every sans dream i've had, and THEn i'll find time to draw them.

don't want to risk bumping my head too hard one day and forgetting all these altogether, nuh uh.

i've already list them out as titles, all that is left is describe them properly(as much as my english writing ability allows, that is).

[brassandblue]

From here with @maroonhigh

CW mentions of drug rehab & mental illness

Arthur watched as Alfred touched, moved, and disturbed things that weren't his to disturb, then bring him tea and water, and-- Did he even know how Arthur liked it?!-- His nerves are frayed, and it is grating.

"Would you STOP for just ONE moment?!" he snapped, loud enough to startle George, who leapt off the couch and decided that these two in the same room was not a good napping environment, and so minced indignantly right across the threshold.

Even with the weight of impatience and authority in Arthur's voice, there was just a slight crack to his utterance that spoke of the strain of his nerves and brittle temperament.

Arthur did not give Alfred time to answer.

"I don't owe you an explanation on anything, but since I know you're going to be a stubborn, nosy prat about it-- No, I did not check myself out, I am on newly prescribed-- "

--Ah. He cut himself off and shook his head. America didn't need to know that Arthur was on medications for depression. Anxiety. Trying new drugs under a doctor's supervision was a nightmarish carousel of false hope, electric nerves, and days spent dissociating.

America-- Alfred...Did Not. Need. To know.

And just like that, what little fire and bluster he'd had was extinguished with no more spirit to fuel it. He didn't want to talk about being medicated, as though something was innately wrong with him-- he'd known that for millennia now, but never wanted to actually face the cold hard reality of it.

Arthur closed his eyes again and let out a pained, annoyed sigh.

"Jack is taking care of things," he adds, far more even-toned. Jack was taking care of him, too. Arthur wasn't sure where he'd be without his old friend, his capital, and it was a thought he had no desire to entertain.

"Not that it's your business. It's not like you ever visited," he said dryly. "And God forbid you have the courtesy to not fucking touch everything after barging in here, probably didn't even wash your hands! Can't even say hello, or ask me how I'm feeling."

And then, to the crux of Arthur's angst regarding his former protégé: "I know I am a washed-up failure, but the least you could do is stop and--and just-- listen."

Truthfully, he'd never actually asked for those things--at least, not directly. Because doing so would betray that England-- No, Arthur--himself longed for a friendship that did not leave him wanting. He dared not open his eyes, for fear that America would see his vulnerabiliity and the aching desire for a friend, despite feeling down t his marrow he didn't deserve one.

The problem was, Alfred was one of the very few people on the planet who could understand how stupid and tragic and complicated their lives were. But Arthur felt like too much of a coward to ever ask.

[rares-posts]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY LOOK SO GOOD

[elisabeth515]

3am announcement

Okay I swear I should stop spamming Titanic content but make way for other history content that I usually do on tumblr but since you all like my Titanic content I thought I’m just going to show you all a very proud tiktok creation of mine.

Start from April, I will (try to) be doing more history content on Tiktok so if you would like to see more of these, come over to my Tiktok @/elisabeth_51501

[raccoon-queer]

oh to have a girlfriend who paints my nails to match hers <3

[fleur-alise]

Every time whalefill art comes across my dash I feel at one with all the persisting emotions of being and the vibrations of the universe

feeling fish emotions today

[alexanderdarkomorningstar]

Thinking about the time my ex actually believed my alter ego was a whole ass person I was having an affair with 💀

[skullunter]