#also i hate this

[no-tengo-ojos]

A silly in which John discovers Arthur is short sighted and they’d actually been half blind the entire time

(Idk if the image quality is bad because of my phone, my ability to draw or tumblr so just bare with it)

I just think it would be funny if the things in s4 that John was ‘missing’ were actually accidents because he couldn’t see shit with Arthur’s -4 sight

also it’s based on a real experience I had today

[adddddiiii]

Relapse

Author's Note: Merry Christmas sweethearts ♡ might not post tmrw

Contents: Xander Hawthorne x gn!reader

Warnings: self-harm, relapse, angst, not proofread

You sat on the closed toilet seat, blade in your hand. You promised him — you promised yourself — that you wouldn't do it again.

Now you sat there and watched your blood drip down onto the tile.

Drip.

Drip.

Knock-knock.

You tensed at the knock on the bathroom door.

"Sweetie, you in there?"

You said nothing and hoped he'd go away.

"Babe, I can hear you breathing. What are you doing in there for so long anyway?"

You sighed. "Xan, it's nothing. I'll be out in a few minutes," you replied in what you hoped was a steady voice.

"Right. 'Nothing'. That's why you sound like you saw a ghost?"

"Xander-" Too late. He'd opened the door.

You tried to hide the blade with your elbow in a hopeless attempt to disguise the situation. Xander stared at the scene with his mouth open.

"Baby." You almost flinched at how tender his tone was; it only showed how worried he was.

"Xander, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop myself."

He wordlessly went to the bathroom cabinet and took out a first-aid kit. He kneeled down in front of you and started cleaning your cuts with antiseptic.

You looked at him desperately, searching for something in his eyes. Fear? Disappointment? Disgust?

"Sweetheart?" He finally looks at you. "What... what happened?"

You sighed. Atleast he was talking to you. "I was just having a really bad day- and, I got carried away. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby. Don't apologize." He murmured about how it was okay, how much he loved you, while bandaging your arms.

And in that moment, you felt truly loved which only made you feel more stupid about what you had done to yourself. But you couldn't say that to him. He would tell you how that was nonsense, with reasoning that would feel so sensible. That's what Xander did. He made everything make sense.

So that night when you laid cuddled up with Xander on your bed, you tried to make sense of it all. You told yourself you deserved this, deserved him. Because you knew that was what he thought. And that was enough for you.

[discombra]

oh god theyd be so much faster. do they have claws

My brain: You have so many tight deadlines. So many things on your weekly schedule. So many important jobs. You have to get important work done!!!

My hands:

[vamprisms]

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Ok so, I just remembered how people in the comments of a tiktok video were being assholes, and I want to rant now :3

The video showed two wheelchair users at a train(?), who had just arrived to their stop to find nobody was there with a ramp so they could leave the train. One of them blocked the door so it wouldn't close, and this lasted for 15 minutes. The train was stopped for said 15 minutes. There was a button by the door, that said that it'd contact the driver when pressed. It didn't. People offered to go find the driver, and they came back with the news that there were no people in the platform to put the ramp. In the end, passengers had to go out, and place the ramp themselves, before the train could carry on. The wheelchair users had warned they were coming, and asked to have the ramp put there so they could get down. The platform turned out to have workers, they all just ran away because they'd never encountered the situation in which they needed to do this simple task.

Because of the workers' negligence, the train was forced to stop for 15 minutes.

Everyone's comments?

"Why did they block the doors and stop the train? So selfish" Selfish were workers who refused to do their job.

"What if someone had needed to get to their stop urgently? They shouldn't have stopped the train" It wasn't the disabled people's fault, it was the workers who were negligent.

"Why didn't they just wheel themselves down those steps?" They shouldn't have to risk their (expensive) chairs just because people didn't do what they were paid to do.

"If I had been in that train I would've been pissed, how dare you stop it" And you probably wouldn't have even thought about fixing the problem yourself, would you?

"Entitled assholes" Ok I'll leave you stranded in a train with everyone who could help you get down outright refusing to. Let's see who's an entitled asshole now.

If someone fights for accessibility, as much as it might be a bother for you, you do not have the right to be mad at them. If someone fights for accessibility, it is exclusively the fault of a world catered exclusively for able-bodied people.

So next time you think, "hey the consequences of these disabled people fighting for their rights bother me", instead of blaming them for this, help them solve the issue. This way, next time they will not have to fight at all.

Able bodied people, go out and fight for a fucking accessible world if you're not an asshole.

[ Able-bodied people are encouraged to reblog this post, but try not to derail ]

[hotgirlmeg]

chappell roan doesn't need to "get a pr manager" you bitches need to grow a spine and gain some critical thinking skills

[southpauz]

DO YOU BLEED?

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Another reason I want more Addams Family with the 90s cast is I think it would be so nice to see Morticia uncorseted and aging gracefully. I don't think she'd go full Grandmama but do you really think an Addams is afraid of wrinkles and cellulite?

Look me in the eye and tell me Anjelica Huston doesn't still have it.

[flabebabe]

The problem with pokemon is that if you've been playing it your whole life, you end up liking pretty much all of them eventually. Like I know exeggcute is just some eggs but. I've been seeing them since '98, on cute cards, in tv shows, and movies and games. Some eggs just living their best life. Some eggs are my friend.

[citricacidprince]

Was forced to get a new phone today

[bgmoth]

she really hates ghosts

[donothello]

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and they'll be together forever! :]

foreshadowing

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..