#am I allowed to use that tag?

[sunswillow]

Don’t let go yet

Indefinite-I forgot I wrote this.

A rose so pretty,it flaunts around

Spreading its aroma,creating a peaceful dew

This garden filled with honeysuckle and fauna

Sit down and bask in the warmth

The air is cooler and clouds start to cover the sun

Shade never hurt anyone

Fluffy and pure white clouds

Roaming through the plastic sky

Drip…drip…drip

The rain starts to sprinkle

Helping dancing become free

But the rain grows heavier and heavier

Thunder and lightning strikes a lone shrub

Hidden under a gazebo

Falling down and whimpering

Crying like a small child

Hoping for any protection

The knight in white armour falls in battle

Bolts striking everywhere

Flee…save life for another day

The garden grew cold and arrogant with no company

It’s been years,

The rain finally came to an end

The garden has drowned

Constant mellow dropping water creating a broken tune

Leave again but this time

Do not return

Farewell…on the other side

[m-a-d-e-l-e-i-n-e]

I’ll be like yeah I’m good and then listen to the band Teen Suicide

[astraymetronome]

I felt like posing pictures of my cat whenever she wants cuddles. I love her to death. Also, picture below for reference of her fur more because she's my pretty baby.

Pretty girl

[kitzenvoncatzen]

i was just called a frog in a bad way WHICH I DIDNT KNOW WAS POSSIBLE but now I have VERY STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT IT

[inkskinned]

you wanted to be a good friend, because you loved your friends, but the truth was that everyone else somehow had a pamphlet on being normal that you never received. most of the time you learn by trial-and-error. you are terrified of the next big mistake you make, because it seems like the rules are completely arbitrary.

you've learned to keep the prickly parts of your personality in a stormcloud under your bed - as if they're a second version of you; one that will make your friends hate you. it feels feral, burning, ugly.

instead, you have assembled habits based on the statistical likelihood of pleasing others. you're a good listener, which is to say - if you do speak up, you might end up saying the wrong thing and scaring off someone, but people tend to like someone-who-listens. or you've got no true desires or goals, because people like it when you're passive, mutable. you're "not easy to fluster" which is to say - your emotions are fundamentally uninteresting to others around you; so you've learned to control them to a degree that you can no longer really feel them happening.

you have long suspected something is wrong with you, but most of the time, googling doesn't help. you are so-used to helping-yourself, alone and with no handbook. the reek of your real self feels more like a horrible joke - you wake up, and, despite all your preparations, suddenly the whole house is full of smoke. the real you is someone waiting to ruin your other-life, the one where you're normal and happy. the real-self is unpredictable, angry.

your real self snarls when people infantilize the whole situation. because if you were really suffering, everyone seems to think you'd be completely unable to cope. but you already learned the rules, so you do know how to cope, and you have fucking been coping. it's not black-and-white. it's not that you are healed during the other times - it's just that you're able to fucking try. and honestly, whenever you show symptoms, it's a really fucking bad sign.

because the symptoms you have are ugly and unmanageable for others. your symptoms aren't waifish white girl things. they're annoying and complicated. they will be the subject of so many pretentious instagram reels. if they cared about you, they'd just show up on time. you care, a lot, so deeply it burns you. you like to picture a world where the comments read if they loved you, they'd never need glasses to see. but since that's a rule you've seen repeated - "one must never be late or you are a bad friend" - you constantly worry about being late and leave agonizingly early. there are no words for how you feel when you're still late; no matter how hard you were trying.

so you have to make up for it. you have to make up for that little horrible real you that you keep locked in a cabinet. you are bad at answering emails so every project you make has to be perfect. you are weird and sensitive so you have to learn to be funny and interesting. you are an inconvenience to others, so you become as smooth as possible, buffing out all the rough parts.

all this. all this. so people can pass their hands over you and just tell you just the once -how good you are. you're a good friend. you're loveable.

[kinselu]

they have him pinned, but at least they're warm!

fanart for @tsunochizu 's backwards through the snow fic! im SO normal about this story (still emotionally recovering from chapter 15) i love this fic so much <3

they are the STINKIEST of family...

(for those who haven't read this fic, first of all, go read it now. but also pebbles is mostly ok. kinda. hes just dirty and stinky... amongst other things)

[mumbeau]

sonic'd them! scar the caracal, mumbo mole and grian the parrot

[auuwmk]

family photo.....yeaahhh.👍

Inspired by this tweet....heh (and my own post iykyk)

[softer--apricot]

Jiggly

Posting the whole video on OF soon

[twisting-in-wonderland]

let! him! have! his! octopus! plush! >:[

(messy extra stuff----)

meanwhile,back at NRC:

(+ here’s a WIP >:] )

[dyrpyn]

This election isn't looking great now.

BUT.

There is one thing you must ALWAYS. ALWAYS REMEMBER.

Your two greatest, most powerful weapons against evil, against bigotry and fascism, against hate, against even hate that comes from inside the self...

are Hope, and Spite.

If nothing else can fuel you, let these. Embrace these. Let these consume you, let them become all that you are.

Let Hope help you find light in the little details, silver linings to cling onto with bleeding hands and pockets of joy to admire in every day. Let it inject you with good faith, motivation to spread kindness where it is needed most, and deepening trust that this won't last forever.

Let Spite charge you with fury that carries you to make moves and take actions. Let it lead you to little victories right in the face of evil. Let it fuel you to do the strongest, most meaningful thing you can possibly do in this potential age: Thrive.

With enough reframing of perspectives and looking in the right places, even the most oppressed can find little ways to thrive in their personal communities, to find joy in every day. To forget how bad things are for even a second. To believe and see proof that they can change it all. To cling onto their Hope and Spite.

And THAT is the most powerful message you can send to those who wish to eradicate you.

We are the cockroaches who survive the radiation. We are the banged-up sewer rats who get in countless scuffles and still come crawling out of the tunnels covered in wounds to see the sunrise. For it rises every day no matter what may be brewing underneath its shine.

And we will watch every sunrise together. We will hold hands and sing in our defiance. We will always remain connected through our shared suffering and yet especially our shared Strength.

And with our weapons kept at our sides, we will all make it.

[boltlightning]

[khaotunq]

TYPECAST: First Kanaphan edition

[hellyeahpancakes]

Enough fighting. Hold my hand. Claw. Claws.

the girls are flourishing! the girls are frolicking!

[holmsister]

One thing that is absolutely identical between Farcille and Labru however is the Yearning. Farcille has been yearning for longer but the level of intensity. They could be fully on fucking and they'd still be Yearning right in the middle of it