#and i won’t be accepting asks with links either

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Recently the syndicate of chemists in Lebanon has issued a statement warning people to not go near the blast sites due to alleged use of depleted uranium by Israel. (link - you need to scroll till the statement in Arabic). The screenshot of their statement on twitter was shared here on Tumblr and I’ve seen multiple people expressing scepticism regarding the source. Some people linked an article (link) from anti-Hezbollah 'democratic' newspaper 'L’Orient Today' to ‘fact-check’ - because of course they can’t read Arabic and are discontent with a twitter link.

This is my short summary of the article: they confirm that Israel has used Depleted Uranium (DU) weapons, not only in Lebanon but also in Gaza in June of this year and between October and December of last year. They establish a history of the use of Depleted Uranium, and include examples of its use in Iran in 2003. Israel doesn't directly talk about their use of DU, but neither are they hiding it - because there is no law that forbids the use of these bombs by Israel, there is no treaty regulating the use of DU weapons. There were several resolutions calling for a moratorium on the use of DU weapons in the UN and EU Parliament, the latest of which was in 2022, but these have failed to stop their use (those who have used them also includes both Russia and Ukraine). The article ends with an ominous addition that the Israeli army has been found guilty multiple times of using white phosphorus, which IS prohibited against civilians or civilian property under international law. (You probably can already tell that their defense is that they do not use it against civilians)

There is another article that was published in early September this year - LINK - I highly encourage you to read this one yourself, as it is quite short, especially when considering the amount of information it contains. As this one is more easily accessible, I won’t summarize it - please take it in yourself. I will say, however, that this article’s author, one Dr. Busby, worked with colleagues to conduct several investigations into the use of uranium-based weapons in both Lebanon and Gaza. In 2006, Dr. Busby asked his colleague to collect multiple samples from a crater left by what was suspected to be Depleted Uranium weapons. Samples from an ambulance air filter were also taken. Dr. Busby and company found not only the  presence of depleted uranium but also of Enriched Uranium. Here’s the paper: link.

Enriched Uranium. In 2006.

By 2024, all of the laboratories that Dr. Busby had used to Conduct the investigation have closed their doors either to him or in general. Busby’s letters to the UN, as well as papers detailing evidence of the use of enriched and depleted uranium are either dismissed or ignored, rendering it unlikely that there will ever be the “official” source for these claims that certain people now see fit to demand. And even if the UN did accept those letters and did push for ban of those weapons - would Israel comply? Genocide is ‘illegal’ under international law, and Israel still faces the case in ICJ, but what will that ICJ do if they rule that Israel is guilty? What would UN do if they accept evidence of Israel using uranium-based weapons? Scold them and write a fine?

The aspect of the deployment of nuclear weapons considered the most horrific is - and has always been - the fallout. The idea that all nuclear weapons would leave evidence - again, fallout - behind was born into the cultural consciousness through various cold war era PSAs, as well as other media inspired by these horrors, potential and otherwise. The weapons Israel is using here do not create fallout, however. But do not mistake them as harmless - they are still highly carcinogenic. They cause birth defects, as well as various other illnesses - mysterious illnesses, or at least mysterious until doctors attempting to treat them register that their patients have been exposed to enriched uranium, after which point the mystery goes away. 

In a sense, the horrors advertised by cold war PSAs and films like Doctor Strangelove, the promise of some explosive end brought about by some fool in the US pushing the wrong button - these serve to draw a veil over the continued use of nuclear weapons that have been ongoing since this technology was first harnessed for violence. This is a severe danger to the people of Gaza, and we can’t ignore it simply because we have developed in our minds too much faith in the loosest understandings of nuclear warfare.

I think many of you are familiar with a boiling frog story. The story goes that if you put a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will try to climb out. But if you put it in warm water and very slowly heat it, it will be so accustomed to the temperature it will eventually be boiled alive. It’s not very authentic, of course - in reality the frog will try to jump out as soon as it deems the water temperature uncomfortable. Just like you would try to get out of the bathtub as soon as it gets too hot for you or try to warm yourself up when you spend too much time outside in winter. 

But some of it still rings true. At what point will the UN, or ICJ, or some other white savior wannabe decide that Israel has done too much? What is that ‘too-much’ point that makes them try to protest, and what would that protest be?

As in case with Tumblr, it seems that the boiling point, in fact, has already passed and people grew accustomed to deaths of Palestinians. There are thousands of posts about the situation in Gaza, and the whole Palestine, Lebanon, Yemen, Syria… They get a lot of attention by both zionists and Palestine supporters. There are also hundreds of Gazans that came to Tumblr in hopes to escape the genocide by asking people to cover evacuation and survival costs. Do they get the same attention? Barely. Arguably zionists are more invested in interacting with those posts - they mass report them and harass Palestinians. And even if the fundraiser post gets a lot of attention, it does not necessarily translate into a lot of donations - people just assume that someone else will donate instead of them.

You can’t stop Israel all by yourself. You can’t convince the UN or try to progress the ICJ case by yourself. You can, however, do small acts that will contribute to Palestinian resistance. Go protest, go boycott, and please, please, please, go donate to Palestinian fundraisers.

Falastin’s family are under constant threat in Gaza. She’s been fundraising to save them since late June, and yet they’ve only recently gotten to just over 5% of their total goal - a little short of $10,000 USD. They’re still in Gaza, and still in need of funds for survival. The longer they are trapped there, the more they need - not just for food and water, but also for medicine, shelter, and clothes. Each time they’re displaced, due to inadequate time to pack, they lose more supplies, and their needs increase. Give what you can so that they can survive this, and please share their fundraiser as much as you’re able regardless of whether you can donate, just in case someone you know might be able to help. Not just here on Tumblr, on other social media, talk to your friends, coworkers, family, in group chats and in discord servers.

Please keep in mind conversion rates before donating:

10$ = 103 SEK

25$ = 260 SEK

50$ = 519 SEK

100$ = 1,038 SEK

[ms-demeanor]

You posted about adhd and I was hoping to follow up to clarify something. I’ve explained to my partner a million times about how the borderline-hoarding mess of his space is very mentally draining to me, and he understands but we’ve both essentially accepted he won’t clean his mess because he can’t because of his adhd. You’re saying he’s actually being a shit head?

This isn't necessarily an issue of him being a shithead, but it also isn't a sustainable situation. It's not good for you and there's a level of clutter that's probably not good for him either.

Large bastard is a lot more clutter-y than I am. The solution we've come to is trying to keep our messes at least isolated from one another; he can have his messes and I can have mine, but he can have those messes in his spaces, not all over the place. Sometimes those messes migrate, and that's when it's important for him to make the effort to rein them in rather than trying and failing to make a daily effort to keep our entire shared space tidy.

I think when you say "we've both essentially accepted he won't clean his mess" what I'm hearing is resignation; you're not happy about this but you don't know what to do so you've thrown up your hands and he feels helpless and unsure of what to do to improve the situation. This is the kind of "it's fine" that isn't really fine.

I think it would be worthwhile for you to each separately think about the mess and talk about it together. Are there areas that YOU *need* to have not-messy? Both for utility and your mental health? Are there areas where you can tolerate more mess than otherwise? Are there areas that are going to be harder for him to keep the mess out of than others? Are there things he doesn't *know* about cleaning up the mess?

I'm obviously a big "communication communication communication" person so I'm going to recommend a lot of talking about stuff, which is probably going to mean a lot of thinking about and interrogating stuff. I'm going to say "talk to him about why the mess bothers you" which means you also have to really articulate to yourself why the mess bothers you (for instance I'm not actually *bothered* by a messy kitchen, but I know it's going to reflect badly on us - and me specifically b/c of presumed gender roles - if someone pops by and the kitchen is a disaster, AND a messy kitchen is going to be harder to use). Genuinely, sometimes knowing *why* something is a problem might make it easier for someone with ADHD to do something. And it's not that he doesn't care that it upsets you, it's just that "Oh if I don't wash my breakfast dishes Anon won't have clear counterspace to make lunch" might be stickier in his brain (and less hard to look at emotionally) than "this thing I forget to do upsets my partner so I should do it."

For the record, I think that people with ADHD should read up on Demand Avoidance and see if it might explain some of the issues that they have in their day-to-day life; I've seen some really unfortunate situations with friends where trying to do things that their partner needed became the subject of demand avoidance. *I* have experienced negative outcomes of demand avoidance. The solution to that, however, isn't to stop making attempts to do the thing OR to simply try harder to do as they're asked/told (which reinforces the demand), it's to work on setting up a situation where the partners' needs are not interpreted as a demand. This is fuck-off difficult and requires a lot of patience and care and many attempts to succeed and will be different for each person and relationship.

(Also for the record demand avoidance isn't *super* strongly linked to ADHD and it's not a definitive symptom; like Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, it is something that occurs in some number of people with ADHD and can be a useful lens through which to examine various behaviors; you don't need to have DA or RSD to have ADHD, and having DA or RSD also doesn't invalidate your diagnosis; they're symptoms. For me, DA often feels like "if I don't look at it, it can't get me" - If I ignore all the messages I've got they aren't real and don't have real consequences so I'll just ignore my texts. If I don't look at the vendor email about the order, the problem with the order isn't real and it won't get added to my task list. If I don't look at the requests in my inbox I can't let people down when I don't do them. It's a self-protective coping mechanism but it's *maladaptive* and I can't just ignore the vendor email or all my texts. I need to work on a way of doing the stuff that I'm avoiding in a way that makes it less stressful and doesn't hurt the people relying on me. That takes a lot of effort, personal insight, trial and error, and )

But before I dive into specifics I want to be really really clear about one thing: sometimes people are simply incompatible. Sometimes one person has such a low tolerance for "mess" and the other person has such a high threshold for "mess" that it can't be reconciled. It sucks that this can end up being a thing that people break up over, but it is MUCH better to acknowledge incompatibility as early as possible instead of spending years and years building resentment.

There used to be a great forum called MiL's Anonymous that I spent a lot of time on. It had a lot of people in a lot of difficult situations struggling to get by and hold their relationships together. The question that was used as a litmus test to approach each situation was simple: If you knew today that everything about living with this person would be the same in five years, would you stay?

Because you can't control your partner. You can't control the future. You can only control yourself and your proximity to situations that are harmful to you. If you knew, 100%, that things wouldn't get better in five years, would you be okay with staying in this relationship? If the answer is "no," then that's that. Don't worry about questions of whether or not your boyfriend is a shithead, start the process of ending the relationship because there's a good chance the situation is going to be exactly the same in five years.

If the answer is "yes," and you'd stay in the relationship regardless of whether or not things changed, then it's time to take actions to improve your life within the context of the relationship.

(No judgement on that yes or no, btw. If you would hate living like this for another five years, and you would feel like you'd wasted your time and hadn't done the things you wanted to with your life, get out. Bail. Go. It will be better for you and better for your partner if you split instead of spending half a decade building resentments and and problems that you'll have to spend another half a decade healing from.)

Also, a note: you describe your boyfriend's mess as borderline hoarding - is the issue *mess* or is the issue *clutter*? I have friends who are very tidy, but whose homes are very cluttered. They like things, they have many things, they keep many things around, but their houses are always clean and well-dusted and orderly, just with a tremendous amount of *stuff.* I am addressing all of this as though the issue is mess, not clutter. If your boyfriend's situation is clutter (the space is busy and packed with things but it is functional and clean) and your issue isn't with *mess* (things out of place, things not having a place, things that need to be cleaned up gathering in stacks, falling behind on regular chores like laundry and dishes and taking out the trash) then you definitely need to assess whether or not you are compatible.

For instance here's a room that is messy but not cluttered compared to a room that is cluttered but not messy:

That first room is a *mess* but it would be very easy to clean up in under an hour. The second room is fairly tidy, but would take significant effort to pare down and declutter. BOTH of these can be difficult to live with but the second one is not dangerous or threatening to anyone's health. (The second one is QUITE cluttered and if every room in a house looks like this it can be overwhelming to live with; this is actually harder to deal with in a relationship than the first one in a lot of ways. I don't have a lot of advice for what to do if your partner is a high degree of tidy-but-cluttered because I don't actually think it's a problem or wrong to have thousands of books or bins full of lego or a million kitchen appliances as long as you have the space and can keep it safe and well-maintained; this is a really significant compatibility issue)

Okay, all that out of the way, here's the hard work.

Talk about this shit

Talk to your partner and define "mess." Make sure you are on the same page about what you mean when you're talking about what a messy room looks like versus what a tidy room looks like. Gather reference pictures. DRAW reference pictures.

Explain not just that the mess upsets you, but *why* and *how* it upsets you. In this context don't think of it as your boyfriend's mess, think of it as an unpleasant roommate. Discuss this using "I-statements". "When I have to pick up laundry all over the apartment, I feel like a parent more than a partner." "When there are piles of miniatures all over the table, I feel like I don't have anywhere to do things I'm interested in." "When there are dishes in the sink, I feel frustrated because I have to clean before I can feed myself."

Discuss, frankly and openly, whether he knows how to clean. I'm not trying to make excuses for him here but a lot of people with ADHD have a lot of stress and avoidance around cleaning because they spent a lot of time getting yelled at for not knowing how to clean properly.

Discuss your needs, be firm about what you require but willing to compromise. You *need* some spaces to be clean, and some spaces may be harder for him to keep clean than others. It may be MUCH harder for him to keep a bedroom tidy than it is to keep a kitchen tidy; if you need a clean and empty bedroom with everything put away and he simply cannot do that, that is a compatibility issue. But perhaps you need *your* side of the bedroom to be very orderly and can tolerate a moderate level of mess and clutter on his side. Maybe you're really really bothered by a messy kitchen, but it doesn't bug you if the dining table is covered with projects and papers. Figure out something more workable than "his mess goes everywhere and i live with it because he's incapable of cleaning" because he probably is not incapable of cleaning and you deserve to have places in your home that are comfortable for you.

Reduce friction for cleaning

Sometimes the problem isn't cleaning, the problem is the many many steps before cleaning, or not knowing where something should go when you are done cleaning. One of the absolute best things I've done for myself for cleaning my space is getting a broom holder and mounting the broom to the wall. Sweeping is now essentially thoughtless. I don't have to find the broom or pull it out from a pile of fans or go scrounging around for a dustpan it's right there on the wall, frictionless. So here are some ways to reduce the barriers to cleaning:

Make sure you and your partner both know how to use your cleaning supplies and know where those supplies are. When I switched dishwasher soap I had to re-show Large Bastard where I was storing it and how it was used, because to him what happened was the dishwasher tabs just vanished one day and he didn't know what I was putting in the machine or the process I used. He sometimes puts tools away in places that I can't see (he's more than a foot taller than me) so sometimes I can't get started on a maintenance project until he shows me where he put the battery pack for the drill.

Consider making a how-to chart to or having him make a how-to chart to keep someplace accessible so he can reference it while cleaning. Goblin.Tools Magic ToDo is great for this. Basically a lot of the time people with ADHD have trouble knowing what to do from step to step even if they've done something before, so having a step by step guide can make it easier (I have notebooks full of step-by-step guides for everything from paying for my tuition to removing licenses for my customers to weeding my yard)

Remove obstacles; don't keep cleaning chemicals in the garage in a box that's behind a stack of parts, keep them in the room you'll be cleaning. Don't keep the cleaning supplies that you use to clean the bathroom in the kitchen. Sometimes this means buying two bottles of bleach solution and two scrubbers and two sets of cleaning gloves but having fewer steps (fetch the windex, fetch the paper towels, fetch the gloves) is often the key to getting things done (open under-sink cabinet and grab windex, gloves, and paper towels that are there instead of in the kitchen).

This sort of overlaps with the next category, which is:

Create Dump Zones

One thing that I've found that seems very different between people with ADHD cleaning and neurotypical people cleaning is that neurotypical people are good at getting to a point where the cleaning is "done." They have checked off their tasks and they have finished and it is over. There are *SOME* chores that are like this (taking out the trash is a binary state, the trash has been taken out or it has not) and some chores are perpetual (horrid cursed dishes) but I think with people with ADHD, some chores that are binary for neurotypicals are actually perpetual chores. For instance "clean off the counter" is not a one and done for me. "Clean off the counter" may involve a three day reorganization project. "Clean off the counter" does not mean "wipe down the tile and put dishes away" it means assessing whether or not I need to make vegetable stock and bleaching three tea containers and reconsidering whether or not the sharps container should live somewhere else and going through the mail and figuring out what needs to be responded to and taking out the recycling and on and on and on.

We have had company at the house for the last two weeks, so I asked large bastard to clean off the dining room table, which is largely a project zone for him. Cleaning off the dining room table meant putting away his meds (and since he's a transplant patient that involves a 30 gallon rubbermade tote), throwing away some trash, and totally reorganizing his workshop. It also incidentally involved picking up a table from facebook marketplace and moving my plants, which has now involved moving my former plant rack outside (moving buckets, finding and organizing planters and gardening tools) and taking the former table to the thrift store (not done yet) and cleaning the rug that was under the former table. So "either the table is clean, or it isn't" isn't really true for us.

HOWEVER "hang on we can't eat until the table is clear so let's drive to Pico Rivera to get that console table right now" isn't a workable plan, so you create dumpzones as areas of holding between the start and the finish of the chore.

A dump zone can be a laundry basket. It can be a craft bin. It can be a back room or under your bed. It is a place to put things that you are going to deal with later because if you deal with them now it is going to derail the thing you are actually trying to do, which is set the table for dinner.

Dump zones are vital to cleaning with ADHD and I recommend them for day-to-day cleaning as well. The day-to-day dump zones might be more for you than for your boyfriend. For instance, Large Bastard works with bullets and he sheds bullets all over the house. I used to get stressed when I found bullets when I was cleaning because are these work bullets? Are these recreational bullets? Are they in testing? Do they need to be pulled? Do they go in the workshop or the office or the garage or does he need these today so they have to stay on the counter? And the answer now is "that's not my problem naughty bullets go in the jar." Which is perfectly sensible because he gets to say "mystery yarn goes in the bin" and "art supplies go in the bucket."

I feel helpless when cleaning a lot of the time. I'm frustrated and lost and I don't know where stuff goes and everything I pick up spins off into three projects in my head and every step feels like a wall to scale. Dump zones help me with that when there's pressure or a reason for cleaning beyond day to day home maintenance. People are coming over? The bedroom is a dump zone, I'll deal with that later. I'm just cleaning up because I need to? Okay I can find a permanent home for this new dish soap.

AS A VERY IMPORTANT COROLLARY TO THIS:

Active projects do not go in dump zones while you or your partner are cleaning. This may mean designating a project sanctuary area like a corner of the table or one particular chair in your main room where a project can be placed so as not to be disturbed. (if my current crochet project ends up in the yarn bin, that may mean that I don't pick the project up for another three months, it lives on the windowsill behind the couch because that's where it'll get worked on)

Do not put things away for your partner, put them in the dump zone for your partner. Your partner has to be the one to put their own stuff away in a way that works for them. I tend to find that this naturally puts a limit on the time stuff sits in the dump zone, because eventually you'll go "hey where's my thing?" and will put stuff away. If that doesn't happen, it's still generally better to have stuff in a dump zone than all over the home.

Do not decide you know what things go together from your partner's stuff and try to "put like things together." The neurotypical urge to put like things together is the mindkiller(j/k). You do not know which things are "similar" in your partner's organization schema and attempting to organize things on your own is going to end up with all of the things "organized" being functionally lost forever from your partner's perspective. Large Bastard's mom would do this and it was infuriating, she'd say "oh I put all the electronics stuff in one box" and she would mean soldering irons, transistors, ham radios, HDMI cables, and cellphone chargers. We are *still* going through boxes of stuff that she "tidied up" when he was hospitalized in 2020 and 2021.

To prevent the need for quite so many dump zones over time, you can work on setting up landing zones and "homes" for projects and tools.

Landing Zones

Landing zones are places where things go when you come inside from doing various things. Sometimes your landing zone only needs to be a tray for your wallet and keys, sometimes your landing zone needs to be a place to take off muddy boots and put a trowel and gloves down before you shower.

To make an effective landing zone, consider what behaviors you're trying to minimize and whether the people using it are ACTUALLY going to use it. For instance I was tired of the corner of my hearth getting cluttered with random junk so I hung up some hooks and put a shelf and a basket there and it became a really effective landing zone for my bag and keys and the mail, but it was VERY ineffective for Large Bastard because it's by a door that isn't the primary door he uses to enter the house. As a result I always know where my keys and bag are but he has trouble finding his keys and wallet. He tends to enter the house through our bedroom and has an overloaded valet next to the door and that's usually where his wallet ends up. Mounting a shelf to the wall above the valet and putting a basket and a hook on it will be a better place for his stuff to land. It's not that he's not using the first zone because he doesn't know that it's there, or because he doesn't care about lost time when I'm searching for my car keys after he borrows them, he's not using it because it's not by the door he uses. That's all.

I have a landing space for when I come in for gardening that's different than the one when I come in from grocery shopping. I have a landing space for when I walk into the dining room instead of the kitchen when I get home.

Landing spaces prevent stuff from piling up all over the place because they are a limited functional space that should be used frequently. Mail ONLY goes in the landing zone. If you have mystery mail or if you're not sure it's safe to toss, you put it in the landing zone. You can't let the mail get piled up too high or you won't have a space for your keys. You can't let the change in your wallet tray get too deep or your wallet is going to slide off, etc., but you also don't just put change on the coffee table or your nightstand because the landing zone is right there.

Homes for items are just what they sound like. They're the place the item goes. It lives there. My meds live on my nightstand. You would not believe how poorly I did with taking my meds on my vacation because they weren't on my nightstand. A while back large bastard lost one of his sets of sorted meds and we tore the house up looking for them because he couldn't find them in his nightstand, which is where they live. *I* found them in his nightstand because I emptied out the entire top drawer (he had only looked on the top layer) and found them underneath a radio and a hammock. Even though they were *hidden* they were in their home, so they were findable. I recently needed ink for an art class. Art supplies live in a dresser by my desk. Ink lives in the art bin or the top left drawer. The ink was not in either of these places (it was on a cabinet in the dining room behind a teacup) so it took me weeks to find it.

Sometimes the reason that ADHD spaces are so messy is because objects have been assigned homes in places that are visible and if they get moved they get lost. This is a genuinely difficult problem that requires a lot of effort to solve and can involve a lot of trial and error for creating a tidy living space. For some people, open shelving and visible storage might be a good solution. For some people, assigning a VERY clear home and inculcating that location by habit is the only way to clean up a space. For some people one very cluttered corner to at least isolate the chaos does the trick (for me and large bastard open shelving doesn't work because anything in one place for too long becomes invisible; that means that I rely on assigning things homes and large bastard relies on having contained chaos and a general idea of where to search but what that DOES NOT mean is that he is clean or tidy. His spaces look like an explosion. But he can mostly find his stuff and do what he needs to do and as long as that's limited to specific places in shared spaces I can live with it; the dining room table can be a disaster, the kitchen cannot).

People organize things differently. It often takes a while for neurotypical adults to settle into an organizational style that works for them and ADHD adults may need to settle into a new system every few months for it to continue working. The cleanup and declutter is most likely going to be a permanent project that is always going to demand some level of attention from everyone in a shared space, but "my ADHD means I can't do it" is not really going to fly. Maybe his ADHD means that he can't keep his space tidy, but it doesn't mean you can't move stuff from shared spaces into dump zones or that he can't do stuff around the house.

If he's insisting that his ADHD means that he can't clean it is possible that he's not being a shithead, he just feels helpless and doesn't know where to start and has adopted the belief that he's a useless piece of shit who can't even keep a tidy space like a grownup because he's internalized a lot of shitty attitudes (hello, my internal monologue about keeping a clean house). But it's also possible that he's just being a shithead.

It's something that's worthwhile to investigate with him. If he's unwilling to make an attempt, then he's being a shithead.

It is also not your responsibility to rehabilitate another person. If he wants to clean and it's something he feels bad about and needs some help and support with the way that someone might need help or support for learning to use a mobility aid, that is fine but you don't have to be the one who gives him that support if it's detrimental to your health, and you don't have to be the one to teach him that stuff if it's not something you're capable of. And if he is NOT interested in working on making your shared living space more accessible for you, that is not your suitcase to unpack and you just have to ask yourself the question from the start: would I stay with this person if I knew the situation was never going to change?

IDK, I'm sure a lot of this reads like "anon you must take on the emotional labor of training your partner to be an adult" but it's really meant to be more of a way of assessing yourself and your relationship. If you created landing zones do you think he'd use them? Would he get angry if you assigned a laundry basket as a dump zone for his stuff while you tidy the living room? Is living with him long-term going to be comfortable for you if nothing changes? Do you have enough of a shared definition of "mess" that you're at least in the ballpark for what counts as a clean house?

anyway good luck, and a reminder to folks that I'm compiling a bunch of adhd resources and other information on my personal website, ms-demeanor.com. It's coming along slowly but it will eventually include stuff like ADHD cleaning tips and how to tackle a hoard, so maybe keep your eye on that space.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

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“Easterman Journals

1961.03.05

Murkoff was generous enough to give this hellish month one day off. Avellanos told me it won’t hurt for everyone to breathe and relax, celebrating the anniversary of this facility and the projects, especially mine. I don’t quite understand. This felt unnecessary. The therapy is not something to cheer. It’s something to learn, absorb, fear, and improve. And when I asked Avellanos about this, she just smiled. Acting like my project is nothing more than some kind of field trip. Irritating. 

But this free champagne soothed my anger a bit. And I suppose she had a point. It is interesting to see how those people act outside the usual therapy days. I see some of the Reagents crying in the corner, scared of the loud trumpet noises, while the others cheer. I think I even see someone scaring them on purpose. Some decide to not care about it, either sleeping or going missing from the party. And looking at the expops celebrating it makes me wonder how much sanity and sentience they have left inside of them. 

I put some reagents in their facility, and surprisingly, what I expected to be chaos turned out pretty nicely. Gooseberry let one of the reagents eat her cake. Coyle seems to celebrate it with a frowning lady and a piece of pistachio cake. Franco being Franco, having a fun time by himself with his whores. And that Big Grunt, whom being called Danny (seriously, how did he just accept it as his new name? He should be referred to by his code number!), seems to be bringing one of the strange-looking giant dishes with one short reagent he clings with. It does taste delicious, however. I might ask Reagent 36691 for the recipe. Other expops seem to have fun as well, and I hate how this reminds me of the humanity they still have inside. I may need to do some work about it. But for now, I suppose there is no use being the grumpy old man Avellanos called me an hour ago. 

I guess I have no choice but to see what exactly they celebrate from my therapy.”

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[willowsnook]

hiii can you please serve a vodka,whiskey, tequila, and scotch with italian soda in either a cooper mug or wine glass ? ty <3

charles leclerc x reader

a little variation on the prompts bc i was struggling

18+

it's always been you you're mine, end of discussion let me take care of you just shut up and come here

“We’re definitely sad to see you go, y/n,” your boss said, a frown tugging at his face, “but we’re glad to have you for the final stretch of the season.”

You had just told him that, as Carlos’ lead strategist, you’d be following him to Williams next year. You’d worked with Carlos since your first day at Ferrari, and over time, you two had become incredibly close. When he started negotiating with Williams, he mentioned he’d feel more comfortable if you were by his side. They offered you a position, and after some thought and financial incentive, you accepted.

Ferrari had been home, but the idea of a fresh start was exciting—and part of the reason you were ready for a change was waiting just outside your boss’s office.

“You’re really leaving Ferrari?” a voice called as you walked out, Charles stepping in your path.

“Yes, next season,” you sighed, already bracing for a comment.

“So, you’re a traitor then.” He crossed his arms, his expression sharp.

“People switch teams all the time,” you countered.

“Yeah, but you have insider knowledge.”

“And you had insider knowledge from Sauber. No one’s accusing you of anything,” you snapped back, narrowing your eyes. “Why do you even care, Charles? Honestly, I’m thrilled I won’t have to deal with you.”

“Maybe Ferrari will finally give Lewis someone with a brain,” he shot back.

You flipped him off as you brushed past him, headed to your office. From day one, you and Charles had been at odds, no matter how much Carlos tried to smooth things over. He constantly undermined your decisions, making it clear he didn’t think you deserved your position.

When you stepped into your office, Carlos was waiting, lounging in the chair opposite your desk. He grinned as you entered.

“How’d it go?” he asked, though you could see the concern in his eyes.

“Fine. He didn’t say much.” You dropped into your seat, rolling your eyes. “Thanks for telling Charles, by the way.”

Carlos smirked. “What did he say?”

“The usual nonsense.”

“He was pretty upset when I told him,” Carlos said, watching you carefully.

“Why?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“Because he likes you, cariño,” Carlos replied, exasperation evident in his voice.

You scoffed. “He hates me, and I hate him.”

Carlos just shook his head. “Two people that argue with the passion you guys have aren't just enemies. Trust me.”

Rolling your eyes again, you shooed him out of your office, focusing back on preparations for the next race.

Three weeks later

“I can’t believe you screwed me like that!” Charles’ voice rang out as he stormed into the garage, livid after the race.

“I’m sorry, since when was it part of the strategy to overtake there?” you snapped back, meeting his anger head-on. “We told you to wait for the next turn.”

“I had the opportunity!” he seethed.

“And look where that got you,” you shot back, throwing your arms up. “Into the wall!”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re sabotaging me to help Carlos. Just admit it.”

“Ferrari signs my checks, not Carlos,” you retorted, your voice edged with frustration.

He glared at you before muttering, “Please, you wouldn’t even be here if Carlos didn’t think you were so—”

“Charles!” Carlos’ voice broke through, but it was too late. Your hand slapped Charles across the face before you even registered the movement. His eyes went wide with shock, and you turned on your heel, storming out of the garage without looking back.

You left early, heading straight to the hotel, needing space to cool off. Carlos texted later, checking in and inviting you to dinner with him and Rebecca.

Reluctantly, you changed into a nicer outfit and met them downstairs.

“How are you, y/n?” Rebecca asked kindly, linking her arm with yours as you stepped into the Uber.

“It’s been a day,” you muttered.

“Charles feels terrible, you know,” Carlos chimed in from your other side.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure.”

Carlos pulled you to a stop, making you face him. “He does, seriously. We all get worked up after races, and what he said was out of line. But you know how it is.”

You just hummed in response, unwilling to dive back into the topic, and turned your attention to Rebecca. Dinner was lighthearted, and soon after, the three of you headed to a nearby bar with friends. A few drinks in, you spotted Charles watching you from across the room. The moment your eyes met, you turned away, avoiding him for the rest of the night.

But as the night wound down, you sensed him approaching, and when you turned, there he was—standing right behind you.

“Can we talk?” he asked quietly, his earlier anger replaced with something softer.

You sighed, giving in. He led you to a quieter corner, and even in your haze, you could feel the tension between you two.

“I crossed the line earlier,” he admitted, his gaze dropping. “You just—drive me insane.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” you replied with a bitter laugh.

“In a way, yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

You were tired of his words, tired of the tension. Without thinking, you grabbed his collar, pulling him down into a fierce kiss. He froze, stunned, but after a beat, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer.

“I like you better when you’re not talking,” you said as you pulled back, breathless. “I still hate you. But I'm drunk and want to forget this day.”

His eyes darkened as he nodded. Wordlessly, you led him out of the bar, ignoring Carlos’ knowing smirk as you ducked into a car with Charles at your side, his hand resting on your thigh, neither of you saying a word.

Opening the door to your hotel room, Charles tried to push you against the wall but you shoved him back.

"I'm in control," you said sternly and he held your gaze for a second before retreating to lay down on the bed. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and your eyes followed from his chest down to his abs in appreciation.

"See something you like mon cheri?" He asked smirking and you stalked over to him.

Straddling him, you met his lips in a heated kiss again, fingers tangled in his hair while he tugged at your dress to pull over your head. When it was off he immediately attached his lips to your chest, sucking harsh enough to leave a mark and causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. Feeling him harden underneath you, you ground your hips down onto him causing him to gasp.

His hands found the sides of your hips and started rocking you back and forth against him while you whimpered at the friction.

"That feel good huh," he rasped. "You need more?"

"Yes Charles please," you begged and he smirked at your neediness. He set you on your back and pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his cock flip up against his abs.

He reached down to pull your thong off and rubbed his fingers up and down your wetness.

"So wet for someone you supposedly hate," he teased as you groaned against him. He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "Tastes even better than I imagined."

You started to say something but were cut off as he pushed into you, causing you to gasp. He moved slowly, whispering encouraging words in your ear as you adjusted to his size.

"Move Charles," you demanded once you were ready and he happily obliged, picking up a fast pace. You dug your nails into his back as he pounded into you, causing him to gasp out.

"I want on top," you breathed out and he pulled out, helping you up. Once he was settled, you sunk down on him slowly causing him to groan. You kept at a slow pace enjoying the tortured look on his face.

"Come on," he complained and you smirked.

"Beg."

He didn't say anything for a while, just staring into your eyes until you rolled your hips into his, causing him to whimper.

"Please y/n," he begged. "I need more mon cheri, please make me feel good. I need you."

Satisfied, you started moving faster and his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closing. Your hand wrapped around his throat forcing him to look back at you.

"Eyes on me," you purred and he bit your lip. Grinding against him you could feel your climax coming and it was game over as his thumb found your clit. Your hips came to a stop as it washed over you and Charles dug his hands into your hips to take over the movement.

He was brutally fucking up into you chasing his own release as you squeezed tightly around him. At the last minute he flipped you back over to get a better angle and finally spilled into you.

The two of you just stared at each other in silence, breathing hard. You started to get up to move towards the bathroom but he stopped you.

"Let me take care of you," he said, scooping you up in his arms. He set you down in the shower, turned on the water, and slid in behind you. Washing your body slowly, you let yourself relax against him forgetting for just a second that this was your mortal enemy.

Turning the water off, you changed into pajamas and hesitated, seeing Charles in the bed under the covers.

"I don't know if you should spend the night," you said, and he gave you a pointed look.

"Just shut up and come here," he said and you gave in, climbing into bed next to him. He pulled you against him, letting your head rest against your chest.

"What are we doing?" You mumbled against him. "You don't even think I'm qualified enough to do my job and here I am letting you into my bed."

His fingers that were tracing circles on your back stilled.

"I don't think that," he said and you scoffed looking up at him.

"You basically say something along those lines every time we are together," you retorted and he looked away.

"It's just hard," he finally said.

"How is trying to be civil with me so difficult?"

"Because I'm jealous okay!" He exclaimed exasperated. "I love my strategists but they're all way older and have lives and other things going on. Carlos gets you and it's not fair. You guys hang out all the time and you actually want to spend time with him. It's been you that I've wanted this whole time."

Your mind was reeling at his confession and you sat up. He looked at you expectantly.

"So because you were jealous of me being Carlos' strategist, you decided the best course of action was to harass me?" You asked and he flinched at the coldness in your voice.

"In hindsight, it was a bad idea," he admitted. "I was just hoping you'd switch to another team but now that it's actually happening I freaked."

"You are truly unbelievable," you said, amazed at the audacity of this man. You laid back against your pillow and just stared at the ceiling.

"So what now?" Charles asked nervously.

"Dude, I don't even know," you said. "I hate you, but you hate me because you like me, and now I don't know what to think."

"I know," Charles said, his voice steady now. "But I don’t want to lose this... whatever it is between us. Can we at least try to figure it out? Maybe start over?"

You looked at him for a long moment, weighing his words, before finally nodding slightly. "Maybe," you said. "But this doesn’t just go away because you’ve admitted it. You hurt me, Charles."

He nodded solemnly. "I know. And I’ll make it right if you give me the chance. I want you to be mine."

You didn’t respond immediately, still processing everything. Eventually, you rolled onto your side, closing your eyes. "Let’s just get some sleep. We’ll figure out tomorrow when it comes."

Charles lay back down beside you, giving you space but still close enough to feel his presence.

[selfshipdatabase]

🌹Selfship Database Introduction!! 🌹

Hello, everyone! Inspired by other blogs such as selfshippersfromthissource and there being blogs with this kind of gimmick in the past, I wanted to try my hand at this—making a carrd that functions as a database sorted by source/fandom. While it can function as a way to find selfshippers in the same source or just wanting to see if someone ships from a certain source, I’d also like to see which sources are the most common within selfshippers!

Please reply/reblog/send an ask if you would like to be included! I will not include anyone who does not give me this kind of confirmation.  And below read more will be some ground rules going forth for this blog :-) of course, things can change as this database evolves, but these are the guidelines I am currently following!

1- While I understand this can and will impact results, I ask that those will label themselves as proshippers dni for my own personal comfort. i have no desire to entertain or be neutral toward incest, rape, pedophilia, whatever on my own blog. i have no desire to entertain people shipping with minors while they’re adults, rapists, fascists, pedohpiles, etc. While I try to stay in the know, I cannot simply know everything, so I will always assume 100% good faith unless I have proof otherwise. I can remove people from the database. However, outside of these reasons, unless you personally request to be taken off, I won’t ever remove anyone.

2- I will also refrain from including the following sources on my blog/database— countryhumans, hetalia, attack on titan, your boyfriend/boyfriend to death, the coffin of andy and leyley, degrees of lewdity, harry potter. Other than whatever is listed and anything that may apply to the first one, everything else is on the table. Whatever’s listed can be changed, but I would rather not blacklist a lot.

3- As there are some things that I won’t include and there’s some boundaries in place, I understand fully this won’t be a fully unbiased/100% accurate database. While I would like to see the data and to combine my interest in this kind of subject with selfshipping, this is purely for fun and a side project for me. Please do not use my blog as some kind of factual source (I mean, it’s a tumblr blog, so no matter… it’s not one lol) and please keep things lighthearted.

4- A source/fandom will be listed whenever there's two selfshippers for that source. Exceptions may apply if certain sources/fandoms are requested. Though, I won’t accept every request if there’s not enough selfshippers for a source.

5- For simplicity and not overworking myself, for this database, I will only include romantic and queerplatonic f/os. Queerplatonic f/os will be noted as such with (QP) by the character's name. If you want to he included, all I ask is there to be a public f/o list somewhere accessible on your blog. You don’t have to send it to me as long as it’s linked somewhere easy to find on your blog.

6- For the time being, some media will be lumped together, examples being Marvel, DC, Disney, Slashers, Tim Burton, etc. Some may be given their own section if there’s a notable amount of selfshippers for a certain media in that category and/or by request potentially.

7- For any updates to people’s f/o lists, I will try to schedule times where I personally look through them again and make any changes to keep the database current. It’s not required at all, but any heads ups would be appreciated! 

8- Anonymous is turned off for asks for my own comfort. If you send an ask that you don’t want answered or would like to have your url cropped out of, please include it SOMEWHERE in your ask, either at the end or beginning will work. Also, currently, messages are turned off. They may be turned on in the future if need be. Unfortunately, I cannot see shadowbanned blogs. Please be aware!

9- Please note that I am one person. I am also a selfshipper, a non-sharing one at that, but I am hoping to be able to push through if that ever comes up in order to make this database. There may be days where I’m not active on this blog or answering asks. Please be patient with me!! If I ever decide to step away from this project, I will make a clear post that states that exactly.

10- Now, as I am dealing with a large part of the community, I understand the risks that could occur with something like this. If something bad was to ever occur from this database (drama in general, me dealing with any strong negativity), depending on the severity, I will shut down this project. Especially if others are harassed for something. I do not tolerate harassment at all.

I may add more or remove some aspects in the future. For now, the carrd will be public with the sources in alphabetic order. Then, the urls and characters said selfshipper ships with will be in each section. Suggestions are welcomed for things I could add or change! Though, I may be picky with what suggestions I take to stay on task for this database.

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Jan behind the cut; Clark wakes up alive. ( chrono || non-chrono )

Clark doesn’t look towards the wall. 

“No,” he agrees slow and careful as he makes himself keep his eyes on Dubbilex. “I don’t want to compromise either of the projects.” 

Guardian–hesitates, and Desmond bristles. 

“Of course not,” Dubbilex replies, perfectly calm and easy. His expression is just as perfectly neutral as before, and his hands are linked behind his back. He’s all alien blankness, as if he weren’t miles closer to being genetically human than Clark could ever claim to be. Someone who could never walk out of this lab with his real face visible and ask for the public to accept him the way they’ve accepted Superman. 

The way they’ve accepted Superman’s face. 

Faces. 

Dubbilex set the fire, Clark remembers. The first time . . . Dubbilex set the fire that got Conner out, the first time. 

And Dubbilex is the one who said all genomorphs were brothers, according to Conner.

“Of course not,” Clark agrees again just as slow and careful, because their brother is so, so small in his arms and has never seen the sun or the moon or even the damn sky before. Because he’s never seen Kansas, never seen Metropolis; never seen the entire Earth from the atmosphere, all together and all at once. All singular and perfect and the same, no matter who or what was on it. 

All that this Conner has ever seen is whatever sorry excuse for a biased education and cold indoctrination Desmond and Luthor and the Light saw fit to shove into his head, none of which they intended to let him draw his own conclusions about or experiences from or actually think about. None of which they made real for him. 

None of which they let him live for himself. 

And behind the wall he isn’t looking at, there’s another boy with Conner’s face who they tried to do the exact same thing to, and then shoved into storage like a thing when they couldn’t. 

Clark thinks of Conner’s long-ago report, and of all the frustrated grief in-between the clinical words and flat, neutral phrasing. He thinks of every single hurt or lost thing Conner ever tried to keep, and how he couldn’t keep anything in the end. He thinks . . . 

Dubbilex is perfectly calm. Perfectly easy. Perfectly neutral. 

Or at least as neutral as that long-ago report where Conner had tried his best and done all he could, but couldn’t do a single thing for Project Match. 

Couldn't do anything for him. Ever. 

“If you wouldn't mind showing me the way into his room,” Clark says. “I don't want to cause any unnecessary property damage.”

“You’re not causing any damage, and you’re not going anywhere else in this lab! Put down the project and leave now!” Desmond snarls, storming up to him and jabbing a finger in his direction again. Clark turns just enough to keep himself between the man and Conner–and the G-gnome, too. Which–do they have a name, actually? He’s not sure when the G-gnomes and G-trolls started naming themselves. Not sure if they always did, or started later, or . . . 

Dubbilex is watching him very, very closely, he notices. 

“Dr. Desmond,” Clark says as evenly as he can as Conner shrinks down smaller inside his cape, keeping his face hidden against his chest. “You’re clearly misunderstanding this situation. You aren’t in charge here. If it’s up to me, you won’t be in charge of so much as a book club by the end of the day. So it’s up to you if you want to cooperate or if you want to explain yourself to the legal system as a hostile witness.” 

“You’re the one who’s going to need to explain himself, you arrogant bastard!” Desmond says furiously. 

“Sir–” Guardian attempts to interject, still sounding unsure, and Desmond whips around and glares at Dubbilex. 

“Do your fucking JOB!” he roars at him. 

Dubbilex doesn’t so much as tilt his head. 

“Of course, Dr. Desmond,” he says, and then reaches out to the nearest console and taps a single key without taking his eyes off Desmond, and nothing else. Something whirs in the walls, the sound audible to even baseline human hearing. “Project Match may be accessed through here, Superman.” 

Desmond turns absolutely white with fury and immediately throws himself at him with a furious, barely-coherent volley of curses. 

Technically, Clark is perfectly aware that Dubbilex has telepathic powers and can handle that situation himself, if he chooses to. Desmond’s just a baseline human without the Blockbuster formula in his veins, and not a particularly fit or well-trained one. He’s an unarmed scientist who works a desk job in a dark underground lab, lives a largely sedentary lifestyle, and makes other people do his dirty work. 

But also, if Clark can’t put goddamn fear into the bastard, taking the opportunity to embarrass him a little is a fair compromise, he thinks, and sticks a foot into Desmond’s path. Desmond trips right over it with another curse and hits the floor face-first, all the air audibly getting knocked out of him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Doctor,” Clark lies. “Are you alright?” 

He is not sorry. 

“Ba–bastard,” Desmond wheezes, trying to shove himself back up. 

“Oh, bless your heart,” Clark replies with both perfectly polite sweetness and more frost in his voice than the ice breath could even dream to match. Then he steps over Desmond and walks over to Dubbilex’s side to glance towards the door that’s opened in the wall, not quite certain how to proceed. Conner is one thing, but Match . . . 

Match was never . . . 

Clark never knew Match, before. Never met him; never even saw him in person. He doesn’t know if he can be trusted, or if he’s even enough of a person to really be a person. He didn’t know him, and as far as he knows Match wasn't even in any place to know himself. Assuming, again, that there’s even a real “himself” in there to be known either way. 

But Dubbilex set the fire, last time. 

And this time he’s opened a door. 

So Clark adjusts his grip on Conner, and goes through it. 

He reacted badly to Conner once too, he reminds himself. Because of his own doubts and fears and things he didn’t know. Because of what he didn’t understand and wasn’t prepared to handle. Because he’d been violated and taken it out on the wrong person. 

Because he was just afraid. 

He knows better than to do that again. 

Match’s room is his pod and the systems keeping him locked in unchanging stasis inside it and nothing else. Dubbilex steps in behind him, and Clark can hear Guardian attempting to reason with Desmond, still sounding disoriented but doing an impressive job of holding firm and resolute despite that. 

Clark looks into the pod. Match looks exactly like the original version of Conner always did, both the first and second-to-last time Clark ever saw him. 

(he doesn’t like to think about how he looked the LAST time.)

“Project Match should not be awakened,” Dubbilex says, but doesn’t elaborate past that. Clark wonders how much the man knows about what he knows. Wonders if he should be concerned about that. 

But Dubbilex set the fire, before, so maybe he doesn’t need to be. 

Maybe. 

Clark is very good at trusting people because he has the room to be good at trusting people, but sometimes it’s harder than others. With Conner in his arms small and vulnerable and alive, it’s even harder than “sometimes”. 

He keeps his eyes on Match, and doesn’t think about how Conner looked the last time. 

His face was just the same, though. 

Conner’s fist tightens in Clark’s cape, and Clark glances down at him again. Conner’s staring up at Match, his eyes very, very wide. Clark wonders what he’s thinking, but isn’t sure what to actually tell him about this. 

Maybe bringing him in here was a mistake. 

He couldn’t have left him out there with Desmond, though, so there wasn’t much else he could’ve done. 

. . . ‘El’? appears in Clark’s head as a guarded little question. Conner looks just barely uncertain, and is still staring at Match’s–no. Not his face. 

He’s looking at the stark red El crest on Match’s solar suit. 

And–well. Clark did tell him that, didn’t he. 

“Yes,” he agrees carefully. “That’s the El crest too.” 

Conner stares at Match’s crest for another long moment, then looks up at Clark. 

hope, appears in his head, not quite a question this time but still something resembling one. 

“Yes,” Clark agrees again, and keeps his tone just as careful. 

we all . . . wear it, comes into his head, slow and hesitant, and Conner touches his own chest with a much, much smaller hand than he ever had before. Than he ever remembered having before. 

Clark thinks of all the worst-case scenarios, and a few even worse ones, and–

Clark–exhales, and then smiles down at Conner. 

“Yes,” he says. “We do.”

[canarysage]

PSDs For Dummies <3

— as written by a dummy

hello dear readers and welcome back to canarysage, the world’s least comprehensive tutorial blog. today, we’re back at it again with photopea for dummies, and we’re tackling something i probably should have done first: psds.

example psds are: 1 (@cutesiplushi) 2 (@didlivio) & 3 (@lumieron)

what is a psd?

excellent question, dear reader! psd stands for photoshop document, and it’s a type of file format (like .png or .gif) that allows you to store a project’s individual layers! it’s a file format that, for obvious reasons, is exclusive to photoshop and photopea.

in editing circles, psd has become shorthand for filter. people use psds to save configurations of adjustment layers that are then used to filter images consistently, without having to remake them every time. when someone posts a psd, they’re posting a folder (hopefully it’s in a folder) with their specific set of adjustment layers for anyone to use!

where can i get psds?

right here on tumblr! check your favorite edit blogs, as they may have posted some, or search ‘free psd’ or ‘psd coloring’ in the search function. tumblr doesn’t allow you to upload psds directly, so you’ll be redirected to a site outside tumblr. probably either deviantart, google drive, or ko-fi, all of which are easy to use. deviantart requires you to have an account to download anything (luckily, an account is free!) and ko-fi may require you to pay money. google drive doesn’t have a search function in and of itself, but it’s extremely easy to download off of.

also, shameless self plug, but i post psds right here on canarysage! i personally use deviantart, but again, an account is free. if send me an ask, i may be able to provide you with a google drive link, if you ask really nicely (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and of course if you don’t want to use someone else’s psd, you can always make your own.

how do i use a psd?

once you have a psd of your choice downloaded, open up photopea! or photoshop, if you’re rich like that.

once you open photopea, click this here button right in the middle of the screen, the one that says “open from computer”

from there, go to choose files and open up your psd! depending on from whom you got it, psds will look different once you open them. i’m using one of my own as an example.

you can see there’s two layers in my psd, a folder, and an image. the image is just for me so i know which psd this is once i save it—i like to save all my psds with images of real people so i know how it looks on moodboards or stimboards.

the folder is the important part here, that’s where the adjustment layers are contained. to transfer a psd, you can either go to file > new

which lets you start an entirely new project, or you can open an image using file > open

which will give you the image you selected.

as an aside, if you’re opening a psd and you already have a project in progress, make sure to click file > open and not file > open & place, as open & place won’t give you the adjustment layers.

then to move the folder, go to layer > duplicate layer into while having selected the folder (just tap on it, that will make it a lighter gray to show it’s selected) and duplicate the folder into whatever your image is

i’m moving mine to a random image of honami i found which is why it’s named like that. once the folder’s duplicated into your project, go over and take a look!

you should now see something like this! ensure that the folder is on top, as otherwise the adjustment layers won’t work.

here’s the difference between the unfiltered image and the image with my psd!

to save images in photopea (like i did just now) go to file > export as > (your preferred file format)

which will pull up something like this

i recommend either saving as a png (for still images) or as a gif (for… gifs) but that’s up to you! in order to save a psd, go to file > save as psd! that will save your project to your device

bear in mind that tumblr doesn’t accept psds as a file format, so if you’re going to post an edit, you have to save it as something else. also, don’t just save other people’s psds and claim them as your own—psds take a lot of time, effort, and skill, like any other art form.

can i make my own psds?

100% yes! i can’t give you a step-by-step process unfortunately, as there really is no one way to make psds. i recommend familiarizing yourself with adjustment layer and seeing what works.

shameless self plug again, but you can check out my other posts in this series to find out about some of the adjustment layers!

basically, i like to think of adjustment layers as a few different categories. light/darkness adjustments (ie: brightness/contrast, levels, curves, exposure, black & white, and threshold to a certain extent.) saturation adjustments (vibrance, hue/saturation.) color adjustments (hue/saturation, color balance, photo filter, channel mixer, selective color, gradient map depending on how you use it, and replace color.) and also, miscellaneous (posterize, which gives your images a pop-art crunchy kind of effect, invert, which… inverts your colors, and color lookup, which is a set of filters unto itself)

how you utilize adjustment layers is up to you! i personally like to use a variety and see what happens, my personal favorites being channel mixer, photo filter, and hue/saturation. you can also utilize blending modes (shameless self plug again,) or opacity.

if you have no idea where to start, you can look at other people’s psds to see their process. don’t copy or steal, for obvious reasons, but you can toggle layers on and off and see what happens and what each layer does.

making psds isn’t as intimidating as it sounds, you just have to start a project and start creating! it gets really fun once you get the hang of it (*'▽'*)

i don’t edit with photoshop or photopea, can i still use psds?

short answer: nope!

long answer: if you want use psds but you’re super used to ibis paint or whatever you currently use, have no fear! you don’t have to switch all your editing to photopea. you can make your main project in ibis or whatever as normal, then upload it to photopea and add a psd.

you can also make perfectly fine filters in ibis paint in your own right, with enough tweaking. there’s also apps such as polarr and picsart which come with filters, but i’ve never used them so i’m unable to vouch for how they work.

do i need to use psds when editing?

nope! psds are 100% optional. they’re a style like anything else—some people prefer them and some people don’t. it’s up to you.

did you genuinely write 1178 words answering questions no one asked?

yep.

what if i have a question you didn’t answer?

feel free to shoot me an ask! i don’t mind explaining further, and i promise i don’t bite. as with anything, this is just meant to explain to anyone who needs assistance—photopea for dummies by a dummy, after all. we can be confused together!

are you done now?

i am! congratulations for reading this far!

yours truly, canarysage

[beefscrap]

!!! DESIGN A STORY CHARACTER CONTEST !!!

Finally, it’s here! To celebrate 400 PLUS followers now, I’m hosting a WOF design challenge/contest! Your mission is to design a character that’s going to appear in TBoFS 2. The character is already decided, and you’ll be given information/prompts to design them. First place winner will have their design be the official design for the character, and anyone who doesn’t win can keep theirs! So keep in mind that if you win, I’ll be the ‘owner’ of your design and the character.

!!! GENERAL INFO !!!

- 1ST PLACE PRIZE: Your design will be the official design in the story! You also get a free dumb doodle from me of any OC (or character) you want.

- 2ND PLACE + 3RD PLACE: You’ll each receive a doodle, as well as being featured as winners when they’re announced! Of course!

- Anyone else who submits a design will get honorable mentions, and your design will be linked when winners are announced.

- Very little artistic bias is involved. Not being able to ‘draw well’ isn’t an issue, as long as you have good ideas and a good imagination!

- DESIGNS ARE DUE BY [ Friday, December 20th ] !!! I’ll have results by December 25th!

- I’ll personally be picking the top 3, then put a poll up that lasts for 1 DAY. This will determine the winners.

- TO SUBMIT YOUR DESIGN: Either tag me in a post or send in my asks inbox! I will be reblogging/posting with the hashtag #TBOFS2DESIGNCHALLENGE (and you can post with the tag too ofc!)

- Please ask questions if you have them!

!!! RULES !!!

- I have faith in people but PLEASE BE NICE! I don’t want fighting for any reason, I don’t want unwanted criticism of people’s designs, etc. I want this to be enjoyable for EVERYONE, even if you don’t win!

- You may only submit ONE DESIGN! If there’s some sort of issue where you need to resubmit, just let me know!

- Another reminder that the first place winner gives me ownership of the design, and I’ll put them up on my Toyhouse folder. Please don’t submit to win if you’re uncomfortable with this!

- I have faith about this too, but just in case: don’t submit inappropriate art. If I find out you draw gross feral art/sexualize dragons I won’t accept your design and you’re blocked.

- Similarly, no design you submit should be offensive or hateful in any way.

!!! DESIGN INFO !!! finally the fun stuff

- The character is a PURE NIGHTWING.

- I prefer to stick to MOSTLY canon color choices, but some deviation from this is welcome! Ask if you aren’t sure, but feel free to look at the character designs in my TBoFS Toyhouse folder. That should give a good idea.

- Adding accessories and even little headcanons for the character are fully welcomed and encouraged (keeping in mind that some headcanons may not end up to be true, lol!)

- Name ideas are welcome, too!

- YOUR GENERAL PROMPT IS: a snobby, intelligent, standoffish Nightwing who does not believe in animus magic as it exists.

- Keeping my prompt pretty vague so you can have fun! The best designs (to me) are ones that’re recognizable. Not necessarily jam packed with accessories and colors and stuff… just recognizable.

- Your designs may be sketched, lined, etc, but my main requirements are that it’s at least a fullbody + colored. You CAN add more visuals to the design if you want (front face view, mouth view, paws, wing view, etc etc). It does NOT have to be digital!

Woo hoo! Have fun and thank you again for your support!

[l0serloki]

Early Mornings

(Chamber, Yoru, Phoenix, Breach)

A/N : There will be a part two to this with the valorant women. I'm finishing it up now and will link it here when it's done!

masterlist + part two

Chamber :

He’s quick to get up but very handsy. He knows you both need to get dressed but he can’t help himself.

“You’re too tempting mon amour. You cannot blame me.” 

He will help you get dressed as well if you ask. He enjoys picking things out for you to wear. (He also enjoys taking them off later in the day.)

Very soft and gentle. It’s only deserving for his little love.

Chamber’s warm hands rubbed against your cheek as his voice filled the silence. You groaned as you knew the daily routine he had set by now.

“Darling, you know you have to wake up.” He slowly peeled you back away from his embrace, your eyes adjusting as you woke up. In the past you had hated getting out of bed. It was cold and miserable and only meant you had to get up and actually do things. But with Chamber it hadn’t been as bad.

“There we are.” The Frenchman cooed into your ear as he helped you sit up, his palms digging into your shoulders. Your body relaxed against his touch as he eased you further up and to the side of the bed. 

“Would you like me to get you some clothes?” His voice was soft as he finally stood up, leaning down to leave a kiss against your forehead. You only nodded as you stretched out. 

His nimble hands slid on your top, leaning down to give you a kiss every time he had to move you. You only smiled as you enjoyed the intimacy. He could’ve dressed you up in a clown suit and it would’ve been worth it. 

Yoru :

He will be cranky. And complain about his ‘personal heater’ leaving him. (He will pull you back into bed multiple times before getting up.)

Half the time he won’t get up. He will convince you that any obligations either of you had are not worth it. Why would he bother with other people anyways?

When he does get up he will mumble curses under his breath. He will be grumpy for another two hours before he fully wakes up.

“Don’t.” Yoru grunted as your hand moved up his chest to wake him up. Turns out, the grumpy man was already sentient.

“Baby you know we need to get up. We promised Phoenix to help him on that mission today..” You whispered out and he turned to face you. Yoru’s arm wrapped around your torso, forcing you into his chest. You accepted your fate as you got comfortable against him.

“When have I ever listened to Phoenix?” He chided as his grip got even tighter. It would be futile to fight with him so you might as well get a bit more sleep....

Phoenix :

“Babe, five more minutes..” 

It’s never five more minutes and if you don’t drag him out of bed.. he will oversleep.

Once you finally pull him out of bed he’s full of life. He’s jumping around and pulling you against him as he presses kisses to your cheeks.

“Phoenix we have a mission today..” You groan as you smack your pillow into the man's head. He only grunted in response, throwing up his hand to give you a sarcastic middle finger.

“The mission isn’t for like six hours babe.” Phoenix rolled over, rubbing his palms against his eyes. You only let out an annoyed sigh.

“Try two. We still haven’t gotten our guns ready either.” 

Phoenix’s eyes widen a bit as you tell the time. His hands move to push himself out of the comfortable sheets.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We’ve got to get ready!” He pulled you in for a chaste kiss before hopping up.

Breach :

He snores and does not wake up easily. 

You could push him off the bed and he most likely would still be asleep. It’s almost unnatural. 

When he does wake up he stretches out and sits in bed for a few minutes before he does anything. Usually he pulls you into his chest and lays his head on top of yours. (It’s one of his favorite things about waking up.)

“How the hell are you not awake?” You groan as Breach lays face first against the ground. His snores echo in the room as you climb off the bed and pull him back up.

“Huh?” The man finally seems to be jostled awake as you struggle to pull him back into the sheets. 

“We have to get up!” You choke out as he falls against you, pushing his weight onto your chest. He only gives you a little grin as he pecks at your chin.

“Do we? Why don’t you push me off?” He teased as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t possibly get rid of him when he was this needy.

[mullermilkshake]

Being a hostess.

He just keeps asking. Someone's eager.

Kiyotaka Ijichi x Hostess!reader x Suguru Geto References to past psychological abuse,Manipulation,Coercion,Alcohol,Your ex husband is drop dead gorgeous,Cabaret Hostess, why is Suguru here?

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One man who defied all odds for being the type who continued to attempt to peruse you, was oddly satisfying.

He tried to solicit your attention with scrap pieces of paper with his contact details, the three numbers leading up to his room and forward facing comments to do anything to coax you his way. 

A regular he was, booked in at the same table of the Cabaret club ‘Hollow’. And despite his advances and even offers of more money just to go on a private date to which you declined every time, you always accepted his requests when he would ask for you by name.

Why? Because he looked nothing like your ex-husband. You had been free of him for two years now.

Kiyotaka Ijichi was a scrawny little business man who had not an ounce of the poise or manipulation, just plain old boldness and everyday average looks. Nowhere near strong enough to take someone on in a fight either, like a mouse afraid of their own shadow, too petrified to go out of its home by itself to avoid the trap. Just how you liked it. 

In the club he couldn’t hurt you or upset you, make situations about himself or make you feel like complete shit. Ijichi complimented you, impressed by your fashion and how you carried yourself and me he made sure to tell you often. He was just so ordinary, plain looking enough and just living day to day life as a drone.

Perfect.  

“Another glass of champagne please.” This was glass number three and it was almost as though Ijichi was trying to get you drunk.

Most rules stipulated your own discretion, making wise chooses whilst surrounded by alcohol and men with wandering hands. Though one rule that always bugged you was, within reason, you must fulfil all wishes of the clients. Including drinking. 

You giggled and put on a show as usual to keep him coming back and spending as much money as possible. “Easy on my champagne Kiyotaka, anyone would think you were trying to get a girl drunk!”

Talking sweet like that seemed to please him. There were plenty of younger girls that would have suited his tastes, however he requested you right from the very start and spent good money doing so. “Not at all, I just want to treat my special girl for her birthday I missed last week.”

Your birthday, another year older. Another reason to believe he would grow bored of you soon and move on to another girl, a totally depressing thought when the tips and gains were so good. Just a few weeks ago he brought you a designer handbag just because he said he wanted to. 

It was flattering, and a younger girl would definitely fall for his generosity and probably bend to his persistence. 

“Special girl huh?” You shuffled and leant forward to pick up your glass with left over champagne inside. “I’m a year older now, you sure you won’t be requesting another girl next week?”

Special girl. That was the name he used to call you. 

Ijichi swirled the golden bubbly liquid left in his own glass, arm up along the top of the booth seat behind you. “Never. I wouldn’t do that at all, I enjoy your company.” 

Then why do you keep asking me back to your hotel every time?

Usually men just enjoyed talking, conversation on boring topics like politics, business and sports, maybe even stocks from time to time. But an invitation to a hotel could be misconstrued as sex or something similar along the kinky lines of role playing. Unless clear expectations were set before hand, it could get confusing when a guy sat down on the chair in the hotel ready to talk about his wife who was sat at home with the kids, or on the other hand wanting your hand shoved down his pants or mouth around his cock. 

“Oh you.” You placed your free hand on his shoulder and tapped it playfully. “You’re too kind.”

“And you’re too beautiful. I often wonder why you accept my request every time I come here.” 

Because of the tips. They paid your rent with lots to spare.

You hadn’t dabbled in testing the muddy waters, but his persistence was beginning to make you question whether or not you should just entertain him just to get him to stop asking. 

But if you did, it could carry on and it wasn’t something you were interested in.

“I enjoy your company too.” He was refreshing. Not at all your type of guy, but far enough from your type it put you into a comfort zone, soothing and different.

“So…” You knew immediately what he was going to request. “Will tonight be my lucky night? You’ll come back to my hotel room?” 

“Kiyotaka… I don’t think that’s wise. You’ve given me way too much champagne.” Your giggling did nothing to get him to chuckle along with you. 

He didn’t. He actually leaned closer to you and pulled away a strand of hair that clung to the stickiness of your drying lip gloss. 

“You’re incredibly beautiful, and to be honest I’ve come to like you very much.” Desperation became him. “I-I promise I’ll keep coming back and requesting you. Just one night that’s all I ask, there doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want I-I would just like some alone time to speak privately, you know, to get to know the real you?”

His face, so puppy like begging for a walk. How could you say no realistically? But that must have been the champagne in your system. One night. So would he leave you alone after that? Much contemplation and the alcohol was clouding it, the decisions and better judgement. After all, he spent so much on you in and outside of the cabaret. Beautiful hand crafted leather purses arrived at work with beautiful cards and lace, bags and fresh bouquets of flowers of your favourite, violets, to which you didn’t even remember mentioning it. 

You both had talked quite frequently over the months, and he listened intently and remembered the small details. All since he walked into the Cabaret club and requested you. Maybe one night. It had been two years after all since you had ended things and endured the divorce. You hadn't even entertained the idea of being in the company of another man outside of the club since then.

He awaited your response with great patience. “Alright... One night.” 

“W-what? Are you sure?”

You nodded, tipping back the rest of your champagne for good measure for you lacked the dutch courage. “I’m sure, one night after I finish and I will come and talk with you at you hotel. One night only though.” 

It depended how things went. As a cabaret hostess, it came with a set of responsibilities, and watching who you fell in love with was a big one. Girls often let feelings get in the way with other clients, men so even more, falling in love definitely came with its perks, but also its downsides which hit back twice as hard.

You didn’t love Ijichi, you weren’t sure you even liked him in a way he was inclined towards you, but he seemed like a decent guy. Hence why you agreed. 

He didn’t say anything right away, he sat there thinking, contemplating whilst looking around the club and its patrons. “What if I dropped enough money down on the table to cover your work tonight, would you come with me right now?” 

For the night? That was ridiculous, who had that kind of money that they could just blow on one person? It was in the millions. 

“A typical Friday night?” Mental maths was never your strong suit. “Roughly six million Yen.” 

“Easy.” He pulled what looked like Italian leath wallet. Must have been imported. Bank notes rained down onto the table with a flutter. 

“But this…” After you scooped it, you counted it. “This isn’t six, this is ten million.” 

“I said I wanted to treat my special girl, pocket the other four and buy yourself something pretty.” This money came from someone who claimed they were in accounting, who knew that was how much they made. 

I need to get into a different line of work. 

“Thank you Kiyotaka, it’s very generous of you.”

So it was a done deal. The manager was thrilled to see how much you’d brought in for the night and he allowed you to leave early without so much as a peep from jichji to convince him. As soon as he heard you were going on a what would you call it, a date? He let you go immediately despite your roster for staying until closing time. 

The hotel wasn’t even far, very convenient for the rush of dizzy and flush at your cheeks when you came out on to the main street and hit the wall of chill. Only one street away, and a fancy one at that. When you thought about it in your little tipsy fog, he had always been staying at a hotel, the same hotel number. You remembered the various amount of scrapped paper and scribbled writing to know it was the same hotel on the heading by the ripped corner. 

How much money did this man have? It seemed the only this Ijichi had in common with your ex-husband though money did not appear as Ijichi's personality at face value.

It’s fine. He’s lovely. He's Probably lonely too. He took your arm and steadied you, taking it slow right through the lobby and up to the elevator.

The sight cause you to gasp audibly and forget the little details. “That’s so pretty.” 

You marvelled at the one thing that drew your attention. Sparkly things. Glitter, iridescent sheets of glass and card to make a truly beautiful and angelic sculpture by the elevator. Shapes and intricate swirls over meticulously placed sheets of glass and wire rope in the style of traditional architecture. So shiny, the light hit it perfectly to reflect the contrasted rainbow. 

“Apparently it took them an entire year to cut the shards of glass and hang them in just the right way, if you were to cut them down, you could never get the same effect again.” 

Ijichi knew his architecture and here you were, standing looking at glitter. Art was wasted on you, if it wasn’t sparkly or shiny you weren’t interested. Diamonds were your favourite to look at. The top floor too? The elevator took ages to ascend to the penthouse, Ijichi took his hand and snaked it around the small of you back and waist. He claimed it was for your support but you didn’t believe him for a second, he was trying to get closer. 

To cop a feel? Maybe. 

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with and as soon as you’re ready I can take you home or back to the club.” 

So considerate, why weren’t all guys like this? “Thank you, I appreciate it.” 

“There’s also more champagne chilling in my room too.”

That made you chuckle, this whole scenario tickled your funny bone. “Now I know for certain that you’re trying to get me drunk! You aren’t subtle at all Kiyotaka.” 

He smiled at the childish pat on his shoulder, but he didn’t appear to be as confident as he was, like there was a filter on his face. Maybe he was regretting it? The pacing was wrong, he took one step for every two of yours, hurrying you along to the door now. Perhaps he was eager instead? You had decided that you were not going to sleep with him. 

His keycard lit up the tiny light on the reader and the door opened. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry about this.” The door closed in slow motion. 

“What are you taking about?” That’s right, slow motion. 

“There’s my special girl, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” 

You sobered instantly, the chill like a steam train bouldering heavily enough down your spine. It wasn’t the cold or the champagne, it was a monster. 

Your ex-husband. 

“S-Suguru…” It was so difficult to face him. “How did you find me?” 

You didn’t see him, but you felt his very existence. Ichiji stood by the corner of the room shaking his head, a remorseful look and knitted brows. 

“Ijichi is a very good sniffer dog.” 

That bastard, that weak little bastard just took you straight to the vipers den. You knew now where Kiyotaka Ijichi was really getting his money from. Suguru Geto bankrolled that pathetic bastard everything he paid you.

You managed to be free of Suguru once before, not without stress and fear. A manipulator in his own right, a monster who kept you, never cared for you and claimed it was love. There was no  way you were going to get away from him again. 

Not without risking more than a catastrophic divorce and traumatic nightmares.

All because Kiyotaka Ijichi had no fucking spine. 

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[stromuprisahat]

It was Chett who answered Jon’s knock. “I need to speak to Maester Aemon,” Jon told him. “The maester is abed, as you should be. Come back on the morrow and maybe he’ll see you.” He began to shut the door. Jon jammed it open with his boot. “I need to speak to him now. The morning will be too late.” Chett scowled. “The maester is not accustomed to being woken in the night. Do you know how old he is?” “Old enough to treat visitors with more courtesy than you,” Jon said. “Give him my pardons. I would not disturb his rest if it were not important.” “And if I refuse?” Jon had his boot wedged solidly in the door. “I can stand here all night if I must.”

A Game of Thrones- Chapter 41 (George R. R. Martin)

“... So tell me, Jon Snow, why have you come calling at this strange hour?” “To ask that Samwell Tarly be taken from training and accepted as a brother of the Night’s Watch. ... The Lord Commander listens to you,” Jon told him. “And the wounded and the sick of the Night’s Watch are in your charge.” “And is your friend Samwell wounded or sick?” “He will be,” Jon promised, “unless you help.” He told them all of it, even the part where he’d set Ghost at Rast’s throat. Maester Aemon listened silently, blind eyes fixed on the fire, but Chett’s face darkened with each word. “Without us to keep him safe, Sam will have no chance,” Jon finished. “He’s hopeless with a sword. My sister Arya could tear him apart, and she’s not yet ten. If Ser Alliser makes him fight, it’s only a matter of time before he’s hurt or killed.” ... Maester Aemon said: “Tell me, Chett, what would you have us do with such a boy?” “Leave him where he is,” Chett said. “The Wall is no place for the weak. Let him train until he is ready, no matter how many years that takes. Ser Alliser shall make a man of him or kill him, as the gods will.” “That’s stupid,” Jon said. He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. “I remember once I asked Maester Luwin why he wore a chain around his throat. ... He told me that a maester’s collar is made of chain to remind him that he is sworn to serve,” Jon said, remembering. “I asked why each link was a different metal. A silver chain would look much finer with his grey robes, I said. Maester Luwin laughed. A maester forges his chain with study, he told me. The different metals are each a different kind of learning, gold for the study of money and accounts, silver for healing, iron for warcraft. And he said there were other meanings as well. The collar is supposed to remind a maester of the realm he serves, isn’t that so? Lords are gold and knights steel, but two links can’t make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people. ... The Night’s Watch needs all sorts too. Why else have rangers and stewards and builders? Lord Randyll couldn’t make Sam a warrior, and Ser Alliser won’t either. You can’t hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn’t mean tin is useless. Why shouldn’t Sam be a steward? ... I know one thing Sam could do better than anyone. ... He could help you,” he said quickly. “He can do sums, and he knows how to read and write. I know Chett can’t read, and Clydas has weak eyes. Sam read every book in his father’s library. He’d be good with the ravens too. Animals seem to like him. Ghost took to him straight off. There’s a lot he could do, besides fighting. The Night’s Watch needs every man. Why kill one, to no end? Make use of him instead.” Maester Aemon closed his eyes, and for a brief moment Jon was afraid that he had gone to sleep. Finally he said, “Maester Luwin taught you well, Jon Snow. Your mind is as deft as your blade, it would seem.”

[chil-aglia]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD (again)

Hey y’all, so remember when I said I’m doing another bad things happen bingo card thing? Well….I GOT THE CARD LETS GOOO

RULES TO SUBMIT REQUESTS!

Has to be set in the ROTTMNT universe (during the show/present timeline/apocalypse timeline/movie timeline, an AU of sorts (I mean these bingo spots are basically all AU’s) etc, etc

Main character to write has to be my OC’s (Giovanni, Adriaen, Ronin, Three/Luca. You are also free to suggest Caden. I’ll even throw in Nico, Matt, Dante, Atlas, Zak and Sylas)

You are also free to request for Leo from my FTNTH AU!

Canon characters can be part of it too. Like for example, Leo is helping Adriaen. Or Donnie and Ronin are there together doing whatever it is they are doing. Ya know? Kinda like the prompt ideas

You’re free to submit more than one prompt space for the bingo card. And you’re free to go crazy with your ideas

For the NSFW ones, I’ll be posting those on my NSFWblog, but you can submit the ideas here.

Make sure you also tell me that your request/ideas are for the bad things happen bingo! Otherwise, I won’t know

The fics will be posted here on tumblr and on my Ao3 (I’ll post a link to that after I get some suggestions)

No t-cest btw.

You’re free to draw art for these and idk, tag me or something

And that’s all. If I think of more, I’ll keep adding to it. But other than that…GO, GO, GO, SUBMIT YOUR IDEAS!

You can either comment the ideas here or send it through the ask box!

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Tortured for information: After a heated argument with his brothers, Three steps out to cool off, only to be captured by the Earth Protection Force. Awakening in a sterile lab, he finds himself at the mercy of Agent John Bishop, who subjects him to relentless torture in pursuit of information about his origins and the turtles’ whereabouts. Despite the agony, Three refuses to break, clinging to his sense of loyalty, defiance, and the family he’s only just begun to accept.

Biting: Leo loses control during a moment of intense stress and nearly bites Donnie, his instincts overpowering his rational mind. Though no harm is done, the guilt hits him like a freight train. But Donnie doesn’t let him go that easy. With calm understanding, Donnie reminds Leo that he's not defined by his worst moments, and gently offers a solution, to give Leo an outlet for those urges without hurting anyone.

Self Harm:

Starvation:

Trying not to cry: Tensions run high when Leo and Raph clash in a heated argument that ends with Leo being harshly called a "monster." Shaken and overwhelmed, Leo slips away under the guise of needing fresh air. But the weight of the words cuts deeper than he lets on. Just as he's on the verge of breaking down, Mikey stumbles upon him. Leo struggles to keep his emotions hidden, not wanting his little brother to see him so vulnerable, but Mikey's quiet support gently breaks through his defenses. In the end, Leo allows himself to be comforted, finding unexpected solace in his baby brother’s unwavering compassion. - In the process of writing

Gaslighting:

Stabbing:

Setting a broken bone:

Didn’t want to be saved:

Non-consensual touching:

Forced to hurt someone:

Sleep deprivation:

Muzzled:

Attacked in their sleep:

Paralysed by fear:

Overdose:

Overprotectiveness: While exploring the Hidden City, the Turtles are ambushed by a group of witches with a grudge against Donnie. Separated from Raph, the trio is caught off guard and lightly injured in the scuffle. But the sight of his brothers bleeding, even if it’s just a scratch, is enough to send Leo into a monstrous rage.

Minor character death:

“I’m fine.”:

Suicide Attempt:

Sound Torture:

I deserve this:

Body image issues:

Stranded/lost:

Backhand slap:

[depressopax]

Hi!!! if it's okay (and if your request is still open) I was wondering if I could request a fluff scenario for Jimmy McGill? :D where he gets all soft and loving sjdjdj can be both sfw and nsfw ... thank you !! ♡

Thank you for the request!!! <3 Been meaning to write about Jimmy for quite a while, so this was the perfect sign to do it lmaooo I was gonna do a NSFW too but realized that the SFW version was at 1K word already 💀 Will do a part 2 tho!  Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons 🥹🫶

Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): None that I can think off?? Cuss words maybe, slightly angsty Jimmy lol. Reader is gender-neutral and referred to as "partner" and gn!pet-names. Words: 1.1K Summary: Being in a relationship with Jimmy McGill would include... English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || NSFW version ||

Jimmy is not good at figuring out his feelings.

That’s why it took him a while to realize he’d fallen in love with you. 

It’d take some time for him to accept what he’s feeling though.

Homeboy would be in denial at first. He’s scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etc…

But he’d show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.

We’re talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and that’s not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS 👀) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when you’re around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasing 

Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. “...Do you like me, Jimmy?” “What?? I-” … “Yes. I do.”

Once it’s said and done, he eventually asks you out on a date.

Listen… Jimmy may be overconfident, especially when it comes to his seduction skills

However, there’s something about you that makes him nervous.

What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.

That’s why he plans a date weeks ahead, trying to make everything perfect

He tries figuring out what you like and dislike so he can use that to make a good impression. 

He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmy’s wallet 😭)

The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.

After a few dates, Jimmy realizes he’s fallen for you.

At first he tries to hide it. He doesn’t want to come across as “desperate” or “needy”. 

But then again… He’s not good at hiding his true feelings.

Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real. 

He was the first one to say “I love you”, and did so without realizing it.

You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: “Bye, love ya!” Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.

When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief. 

After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.

He won’t shut up about you. Like ever. 

“So then my partner said…” “My partner brought me this shirt!” “I’m taking my babe out on a date tonight” And everyone else will eventually be like: 😐”Shut up”😐

He’ll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused “You’re married?” “I will be soon” 🤭

Jimmy’s a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably “cringe” but that won’t stop him 

Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (😭)

He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.

Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable. 

Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match. 

He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc… He’s one of those guys 😭

He has a picture of you standing on the desk in his office, as a way to carry the sweetheart with him all the time. 

…And also to brag about you to anyone that enters his office (but he puts the picture away when dealing with some of his unpredictable clients, homeboy is overprotective)

Speaking of being overprotective: He deals with a lot of shady people, so he’s very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.

He prioritizes your safety over anything else. 

Ofc he’s scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure you’re safe first off. 

If danger comes up, he’d make sure to find somewhere safe for you to stay whilst he deals with it.

He would go so far as hiring a bodyguard for you tbh.

Being with him might be a struggle too

Homeboy is a bit unpredictable and impulsive

Doing stupid things is his speciality- 😭

No but literally, you’ll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.

“I was just gonna-” “No.” “But…” “Jimmy, no.” 

Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. But you love him either ways. <3

He also likes talking shit about people with you *cough* probably Howard *cough* - sure, a bit rude - but he finds it hilarious lol 

Lot of in-jokes between you and him

Jimmy is a daydreamer and is easily distracted

Especially by you.

He sometimes gets stuck thinking about you when doing boring work.

Until Francesca tells him to pull himself together lmao

Jimmy spends all possible time together with you. 

He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed. 

He finds time to spend with you. Last thing he wants is for you to feel like he cares more about work than he does for you.

If you’re adventurous and like being outdoors, he does too.

But honestly? He prefers cuddling at home and watching movies with you.

He is not a good chef, so he buys a lot of food from restaurants and brings it home if you’ve had a long day at work.

He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too. 

Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics… You name it. He loves spoiling you. 

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but hear me out… Home-spa dates 👀

He did use to have his office at a nail salon, so he knows his way around those things

If you allow him to, he likes painting your nails - with him choosing the color

Like I said, Jimmy enjoys cuddling you.

He has a lot of feelings, traumas etc pent up, which he dares to let out around you.

He has learnt that he can be vulnerable with you and not get judged, which he appreciates.

That’s why he loves coming home to you after a long day and simply resting in your arms.

He prefers being the little spoon - to feel protected and loved by you. <3

To summarize: It might take him a while to put the pieces together and actually confess his feelings for you - but once he does he spends every day letting you know how much you mean to him.

I just remembered why I love Jimmy sm AHHH he deserves love and happiness <3<3 Part 2 soon!

[thecraftydragonc]

Hello everyone, I am opening up donation commissions! Specifically for these donation drawings the cause I want to focus on is the ongoing genocide and humanitarian crisis in Palestine. It is more important than ever to donate to help Palestinians as Israel's attacks only get worse by the hour. It may be easy to feel disconnected from something happening on the other side of the world, or that there’s nothing you can do to help. However, even just a small act of kindness can change someone's life. I know this small donation campaign won’t single handedly change the world, but I am hoping it can be that small act of kindness that someone needs right now. 

So, how will this Donations for Drawings campaign work? It’s pretty simple, you donate to a cause that helps Palestinians and I will draw something for you! The more you donate, the better the drawing will be, but no donation is too small! This campaign will run for 2 weeks from 5/29 to 11:59pm PST on 6/12. Additionally the campaign won’t end until we reach the goal of at least $100 in donations (but we can go over the $100 goal in the 2 week timeline). I am accepting donations to family fundraisers, eSims, and donations to organizations/charities, however escape funds and eSims are a priority right now. If you need help figuring out where to donate, here are some options. This isn’t every fundraiser out there but it’s a good place to start.

Family Fundraisers (These are all vetted fundraisers): Gaza Funds (If you’re having trouble deciding on a family to donate to this site will automatically suggest a fundraiser when you open it) Operation Olive Branch Help Gaza Gaza Evacuation Relief Fund fundsforgaza | Instagram | Linktree

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Once you donate you need to send proof of your donation to me. This can be done through a direct message or this google form https://forms.gle/bUzTb4bgCefc3Wec8. Proof of donation should include a timestamp, what type of donation you made, and how much you donated. Please remove or blackout any personal identification or banking information. Also, specifically for eSim donations you must also show that you forwarded the eSim to gazaesims@gmail.com. I am only accepting donations made during 5/29 or later.

For the drawings themselves, I am up for drawing anything (though I’m best at drawing dragons), Oc’s or Canon characters, just nothing that is NSFW, gore, or has hateful imagery. In your message please include a link to the character's profile (like a toyhouse page or wiki for canon characters) and/or include a reference image. The more you donate the better the drawing will be! Images of Palestinian solidarity can also be included in the drawing for free if you’d like, just specify that in your message. Additionally, these drawings will likely be posted to promote this donation campaign as well as donating to Palestinian causes in general. I can either tag you in these uploads or you can remain anonymous if you wish. 

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Additionally, if you want to help Palestinians but unfortunately can’t donate, there are still so many ways you can help! You can participate in boycotts https://bdsmovement.net/get-involved/what-to-boycott, do your daily click https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/, call and email your representatives to demand a ceasefire, and keep yourself educated by listening to Palestinian voices and learning from resources like https://decolonizepalestine.com/.

[kinkmanor-too]

When are you coming back?

I am sorry for being away for so long. I needed a creative break from my posting. I found another creative outlet for a while (it rhymes with stick-stock). But that recently took a sour turn for me (I’ll get into that later).

So I think it is time to welcome you and my followers and fans back to the hedonistic delights of Kink Manor. It is time to embrace kink and sexuality and nudism/body celebration & confidence and BDSM fun once again and open the doors of Kink Manor to all the beautiful, sexy, horny folks of Tumblr.

There will be some rules and protocols that I’m going to follow for how I run Kink Manor and how I might potentially interact with you.

1) I post a wide variety of nudity, body types, sexuality & orientation, kinks, etc. I don’t intend that everything is what turns me on but much of it does. Kink Manor is open to, accepting of, celebrates and encourages just about everything. If you don’t like it, keep scrolling. You’ll find something you like. Still don’t like it? Move on and don’t return. I’m not accepting critiques or discussions of content. This is my world and I am The Lord ‘O the Manor and what I say/do is the law. Anger or frustrate me and you’ll be banned.

2) I welcome submissions and I welcome DM conversations. You just might learn something about me or my personal adventures. And I hope to learn about you.

3) However, I will not respond to DM messages that start with “hi” or “hello” or any one word or one short phrase. I have seen EVERY scam and scheme on tumblr and elsewhere. I know your scripts. No…you’ll never get truly personal info from me. No…you’ll never know where I live. No…you’ll never know my real name. No…you’ll never get a true picture of my face (of my naked body or of some of my sex adventures maybe 😈). I do NOT tolerate anyone trying to play a game or run a scam.

3b) No…you’ll never get money from me: DON’T ASK. No…I’m not a submissive or a sissy or anything along those lines. Do not approach me as such. If you are a dominant (female or male) and wish to have a discussion about kink and D/s play, I’ll be happy to talk to you. But don’t try a power play on me. You’ll find out my ultimate power to block you from access to me or Kink Manor.

3c) NO. I will not go to any other platform, WhatsApp, telegram, zangi, Gtalk/Google workspace, FaceTime, whatever to talk with you. If you don’t want to chat on tumblr DM, don’t message me.

3d) No, I’m not going to buy your content. This is pretty simple and straightforward. Please don’t ask. I have absolutely nothing against you trying to earn money (or even a living) as a sex worker and selling pics, videos, and more. If you can make it work, that is great. For me, personally, I can find more than my fill of freely available content. So I will always decline to buy your content.

3e) No, I do not meet up with someone I just met on tumblr. And No, I won’t pay for sex. Tumblr is not a dating or a hook up app. Please don’t use it as such. I’m not looking for anything here other than blogs that have content that either gets me off or that I can use as a post for Kink Manor.

4) You are welcome and encouraged to reblog from Kink Manor. I love that acknowledgement of what I do here. DO NOT REBLOG AND REMOVE MY CAPTION! If you reblog and remove my caption, I will not follow your blog. You’re free to go find some other reblog of the content from someone else’s blog but do not remove my captions.

5) I do not tolerate smoking, vaping, or drug use in my real life and I will not post anything that includes those activities. Also I won’t follow your blog and I may block your blog. I’ve seen too many lives destroyed by those things and I won’t give a voice to them here.

6) You don’t want your content on my blog. That is ok. I totally understand. But be polite. Send me a DM message asking for a post to be removed. Include a link to the post you want removed and I’ll take care of it. Be rude or an asshole about it and it may go a way that you do not intend. Remember this is my world and I will react according to the demeanor of my guests.

All of that being said…

Welcome back to Kink Manor. Take off your clothes, get comfortable, and let your fantasies fly free. I’m thankful for all of you who visit, follow, like, and reblog. 😈🔥🔥

[entombed-theatrics]

Auditions for Voice / Dulcinea Septimus

Former Heir to The Seventh House, Duchess of Rhodes. Currently…??? Dead??? A hallucination???

Either way, here for a good time.

Click here for production info

Voice Description:

Female Young Adult

Airy, Other-worldly, Good-Natured

Suggested Accents: English (British, Posh, New Zealand), but any accents accepted and encouraged

Audition Lines:

No fancy equipment needed, l'm open to accepting any recording I can access, but the easiest way is probably making a shared Google file and messaging me the link. Feel free to send one or more, but you might be asked to send in the rest if only one is sent

“Well, it won’t be that simple. The point is—don’t try to get Ianthe to tell you the answer. She’s a Princess of Ida. She’s trained to run rings around you. Try to get her to expose herself enough that you can see the answer for yourself. I mean, more than she’s already exposing herself with that shirt. (Pause) I’m kind of into the trousers, though.”

“In your second letter to me, you asked for my physical data. I didn’t give you a lithograph. I’d lost so much weight and I wasn’t responding to fat regrowth. Outside thalergy was giving me a rash. I felt incredibly down about myself, so I gave you a very silly description instead, along with measurements, and in your twenty-eighth letter you sent me a copy of the drawing Camilla had made to my particulars. Oh, it was so beautiful! That drawing looked nothing like me. I loved it. You don’t know this so it doesn’t help, but I included it in my will and put down that I wanted to look like that after I died. I thought maybe it would give you a laugh at the funeral, you know? (Pause) Is that enough?”

“It would have been very beautiful. Camilla would have had to cook. But I didn’t just want beautiful … I wanted it to last, and I wanted to wait, and I knew I couldn’t have either. It’s not that you were young and foolish, you know? It’s just that you were young … and I didn’t want to steal any more youth from you. It made me feel rotten.”

Thank you so much! I look forward to hearing you!