#babes do you even know me???

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[zannithinks]

x

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

[epiphainie]

i can't with all these "the show is highlighting tommy's jealousy, they're planting seeds that it will cause problems" takes like bffr. he mentioned being envious over the 118's dynamic twice, sure, but in what world (literally how?) would that cause a relationship problem? do yall expect him to be in cahoots with gerrard behind their back and murder buck to take over his life or something?? like even with the hyperbole aside, i genuinely cannot see how they can turn this into relationship drama without going against everything they showed us with tommy so far

[essektheylyss]

It remains so funny to me that Caleb's idea of 'settled' is definitely "stirring up revolutionary talk in the capital like a 19th century philosophy professor while his wanted criminal boyfriend shows up on his front porch once a week in the flimsiest disguise imaginable." Icon shit.

[genericpuff]

Intresting how its only trivializing and mocking green myths when non-greek white people do it, but not when non-greek poc do it. Its almost if you dont actually care

lmao bro what

i literally have zero clue what you're arguing here, "stop criticizing rachel for writing her greek myth retelling from a predominantly whitewashed westernized and christian-washed point view" ?? yeah okay lol

[manderleyfire]

Truth has many flavors, Your Grace.

[nadia-el-mansours]

Thinking about Margo identifying regrets and correcting her behavior accordingly no matter the personal cost. She literally cares so deeply and wants to do the right thing so much that she'd step up even when not asked when the situation arises again.

[phtalogreenpoison]

GUYS GUYS I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

..fyodor parenting aya.

that's it. that's the thought.

[poolboyservice]

liek,,, im ngl kinda tired of seeing the little "reblog or else you're a bad person" and "reblog or else you're going to die" things at the end of posts like babe,, can stop that babe >.< you're making me really anxious and you know i don't like that!!!!1!1!! >_//

[lichilly]

you cut joseph's hair on a warm, summer morning

cw so fluffy i keeled over and died, gender-neutral reader

You hold the scissors with your middle finger and thumb, snipping the air with trembling fingers. The metal gleams brightly, reflecting rays of yellow and white into your eyes from the sun streaming through the kitchen window. The kitchen smells of fresh coffee and the lingering scent of breakfast, a comforting backdrop.

You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. "I've never cut hair before."

Joseph sits patiently in front of you, the wooden chair groaning under his weight as he shifts to get more comfortable. His hair, slightly longer since you first met, curls gently at the ends. With the summer heat rising each day, he had asked you for a trim.

He chuckles softly, "Really? Should I be worried then?"

"I mean," you swallow, trying to steady your nerves, "I wouldn't blame you if you were."

"I trust you." His voice is soft, filled with an unspoken reassurance that makes your heart swell. His words give you a shot of confidence.

"Okay." You set your eyebrows, take another deep breath, and steady your hand as you pull a brown strand between your pointer and middle finger. "Here we go."

With a quick snip, an inch of hair twirls to the ground, catching the sunlight like tiny dancers.

"Feeling cooler already," he sighs jokingly, his shoulders rolling as you prepare to cut another strand. The warmth of his voice makes you feel more at ease.

A comfortable silence envelops you both as you work, snipping here and there, checking the evenness between strands. The sound of the scissors cutting through hair is rhythmic, almost soothing. You make your way to the front, where his bangs, overgrown and nearly covering his left eye, require attention. You comb the hair down flat over his eyes, the strands silky under your fingers. You carefully cut the long pieces, cautious not to cut too close to his face.

"You sure you've never cut hair before?" he asks, his eyes closed in bliss. "You seem like a natural."

You hum, your cheeks warming. "I'm just great at faking confidence. For all you know, I could be giving you a bowl cut."

He laughs, his nose crinkling, a sound that makes your heart skip. "Is that why my head feels lighter?"

You finish with his bangs, fluffing them up and snipping off any stray strands. "Well, now's the time to see for yourself. I'm all done!"

You take the towel off his shoulders, brushing off the cut hair onto the kitchen tile, and hand him a handheld mirror. He examines his hair in the tiny mirror, turning his face from side to side. You bite your thumbnail, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for his reaction.

With a laugh, he runs a hand through his hair, his touch gentle. "Holy shit."

"So," you begin shyly, "you like it?"

He gently tosses the mirror onto the counter beside you and stands up suddenly, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body radiating into yours. Your eyes widen, and you inhale sharply, the scent of his cologne mingling with the scent of freshly cut hair.

"I love it," he coos in your ear, his voice a tender whisper as he tucks his nose into your hair. "Thank you."

You sigh, smiling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle, feeling the steady beat of his heart against you. "I'm glad you like it."

[lestappenforever]

Just in case this wasn’t very clear: Sending anonymous (coward) Lestappen hate my way is an absolute waste of your time and energy because I could not care less about whatever shit you're spewing and I'll block you without even bothering to read your entire ask.

[inkskinned]

im gonna start a fight; and, at the same time, i need you to take this in the most good-faith way possible, but:

videos that involve body-checking and intentionally (and uncritically) show a mealplan of an unhealthy number of calories are just a revamped version of pro-ana food diaries.

and yeah, i know there's arguments. i address some of them under the cut. but at the end of the day, we're just coming back to romanticizing mental illness; we've just found a better platform for it.

this is already something we've done. we knew it was wrong and tried to stop it. and tbh. it just wasn't enough.

there are people who argue "well, what if you have an eating disorder, you can't help it if you don't eat!" except that as someone with an ED; we are not infants. we know what we're doing. part of having an ED is that you are like, maybe too self-aware. even if we can't help our own food choices, we don't need to fucking romanticize the disorder - something we've been warning you about since 2013. there are hours of setup, filming, and editing that go into these videos. they do not happen to fall into place randomly. there is a reason they are pieced together to be beautiful, bright, inspiring.

there's this woman who pretty much only posts daily plans under a normal amount of calories, and everyone defends her saying but it's better than nothing! and i'm like. except she opens those with images of her showing off her body and provides no context in the video or caption that suggests that she believes what she's doing is unhealthy. she has hundreds of thousands of followers on a platform designed for young kids and teens. i refuse to believe that by accident her content just happens to be cheery advice on "healthy" versions of starving.

for any other symptom of mental illness, we would be incredibly enraged by this kind of placid acceptance of a "tips and tricks" fast-start guide. imagine if people posted pink & pretty videos saying "best places to cut yourself" as if it was a fucking storytime. we, as a society, are so fucking fatphobic that we would rather accept blatantly harmful displays of self harm than admit that we are obsessed with a hyper-thin body type.

i am not suggesting someone never talks about their disorder. i talk about mine. actually, it's a plot point in my book.

here's the difference: i recognize it's a fucking mental illness. i am very careful to never mention a specific weight, eating pattern, or calorie plan. i always make sure to position it as something that ruined my fucking life. i do not put cheery music in the background and hearts and sparkles over my worst moments. i do not film it in bright light. i do not start each passage with an image of a thin body followed by "here's how to look like her."

eating disorders should not be framed as aspirational. and the problem is that society worships the "after" image, so long as you don't get too sick. there is a reason so many people who quit being "influencers" will later admit - i wasn't eating well that whole time; an obsession with food was completely destroying my life.

we let any uncredited, uncertified person write the most backwards, fucked up shit about how to get the body you desire! because the underlying, secret belief is: well, at least they're thin! and the real thing that fucking gets me each time - they make fucking money off of it. their irresponsibility and societal harm literally pays off for them.

"why do you care so much." "don't like it don't look." "so what if people experiment with new ways of thinking of food?"

thank you for asking. we're about to get extremely personal. it's because when i was 18 i discovered "thinspiration"/"thinspo." and it absolutely influenced, shaped, and codified my pre-existing eating disorder. i went from having some troubling habits and traits to being incredibly unwell within what felt like a matter of days. there were actual pages designed to train me on how to have an ED correctly. it was all so suddenly easy. i was sick; and the nature of the illness meant - i wanted to be sicker.

it takes an average of 7 years for a person to fully recover. i know this personally - even now, 10 years from the worst of it, i still fucking struggle. i am so much happier now and i eat what i want and i literally don't think about food at all (19 year old me would shudder) and yet - i still fucking know the calories of plain toast with butter.

an eating disorder is one of the deadliest types of mental illness. over 1 in 4 people with an ED will attempt suicide.

and i'm sorry. i just do not see the exchange rate of "high rate of engagement" versus "the value of a human life."

[daddy-long-legssss]

I think one of the great problems that faces people who are in the industry – within which they have to express themselves – is learning to ignore entirely anyone else’s opinion, especially complimentary opinions because the luxury with being assaulted is that you know instinctively that you’re not to take that onboard because that would affect – in a negative way – what you’re doing. But the same thing could be said for compliments, but they come in sheep's clothing. They invite you to give your sense of self-esteem to someone else because as soon as you start relying upon compliments, then you are giving away your own... I can’t think of the word, but you should be the crux of your own opinion. –Grian Chatten from Fontaines D.C. on Live with KEXP [x]

[controlaltdelete-my-existence]

even though I adore the ryokira kill god team up I also really love the breakup era. By this I mean amon ova specifically