#barely mentioned

[zanefan123]

SpongeBob dancing alone during prom but still popping off. (I used his design from The Patrick Star show)

The doodle

VS

The final product

I like the doodle more tbh I was just experimenting coloring with markers. I usually use watercolor pencils or normal pencils.

Which do you like more ?

Answer honestly!

[robthegoodfellow]

Because this chapter is kicking my ass but I’m finally making progress—have a snippet. More Billy bonding with Patrick McKinney. Context: Ah... well. Carver & co. tagged the Hargrove house, called Billy a slur. And then Neil was Neil. And then there was a bit of a kerfuffle at school.

TW: reference to abuse and PTSD

Pat had called him up at Harrington’s the night before—the grounding had lasted only so long as his uncle was away, on account of his mother’s decision to keep certain parties in the dark regarding certain recent events. Sorry, man, Billy had mumbled, but Pat blew air into the receiver. Yeah, whatever—you wanna hoop after school tomorrow? And when Billy had pointed out he was kinda laid up at the moment, Pat was likewise dismissive: So you can warm the bench. Admire my moves.

The team had just been knocked out of the tournament—total bloodbath—but Pat was zen about it. We’ll get ‘em next year.

At lunch, Pat had taken one look at him and let out an arcing whistle. Even fading to yellows and greens, Billy’s face still eloquently spoke of blunt force not long past, but Pat restrained himself—didn’t ask about it until they were walking to the courts after last bell.

Billy gave him the Reader’s Digest version, capped it off with, “So. Guess you can say I told you so.”

Pat hummed, critical. “Don’t think I can, though. Didn’t expect him to, like—outsource it entirely.” He squinted. “Who knows what really went down?”

“The painting crew,” Billy began, and as the list went on, the scroll unrolling to drag on the ground, a knot clenched tighter in his gut. “The dweebs. Couple of their parents. Harrington, my sister. Then Eddie, Robin. You.” With a wince: “Chrissy Cunningham.”

“That one’s a surprise.” Pat dribbled the ball, biting his lips. “And—you’re good?”

With all of them knowing? About your dad?

“Eh.” He tried to smile. Couldn’t quite manage it.

“Yeah.” He glanced at Billy with an understanding quirk to his mouth, then took off, bounding for the basket for an easy layup.

“Oh, what moves,” Billy hollered, and sat himself on the bench.

It was cold but sunny, so he buried his dry hands in his jacket pockets, hunkered down in one of the scarves he’d snagged from Harrington’s coat closet—thick and forest green—and tried to savor the rays hitting his cheeks. Now and then, he shouted challenges: Jump from the three! Reverse layup! Alleyoop! At that one, Pat glared, panting, and joined him on the bench.

“Maybe if I grow another foot or so.” He knocked his shoulder into Billy’s. “And if you’re there to pass it.”

“Yeah.” Billy inhaled deep to check and yep—bright bursts across the sides of his chest. “Once the ribs aren’t screaming.”

“Fucking ribs.” Pat tsked like he’d had it up to here with them. “Those are the worst—‘cause like, only thing for it is to wait. And what’re you ‘sposed to do in the meantime? Not breathe?”  

“Just take the pain, bitch.”

Pat laughed, and Billy had been wanting to ask—but they’d only ever hinted at this shit, never really talked about it. Not directly.

Billy watched Pat spin the ball between his hands a moment. Several moments. Then: “Is it—random, what he does? Like the timing?”

The basketball stopped spinning. “Whatcha mean?”

It wasn’t defensive—not a you better not mean what I think you mean. Just neutral. So Billy let it come pouring out.

“Like… I used to think he—couldn’t help it, I guess?” He scrunched his nose. “Or not really that but… like he was Jekyll and Hyde, and when Hyde was out, he wasn’t in control. So for a while I tried not to trigger Hyde or whatever. But then…” Huffed a chuckle, a bleak sound. “After the divorce, I noticed that—that he only ever really lay into me—like, left marks—when there was time enough for them to heal up? Before Ma would see me next? Which meant… it wasn’t random. He was always in control. So…”

He shrugged, and Pat exhaled long, nudged his arm against Billy’s, but instead of retreating, straightening, he stayed. Kept leaning there.

Billy swallowed. Leaned back in return.

“I think it is kinda random, with him,” Pat said, finally. “Because to hear Mom tell it, he wasn’t this way before ‘Nam. Like he is more of a Jekyll and Hyde. Something happens and he just pops off, you know? Like that night after the party, the quarry, when I came in, I—” He snorted. “I stepped on an empty and it made this cracking sound and he—rocketed off the couch like he was electrocuted. And then he just—lost it. Always the same shit, shouting ‘bout I’m an embarrassment to this family.”

“Yeah.” Billy nodded, commiserating. “I hear that a lot.”

Pat grunted, swung his head around so he was eying him sideways. “Yeah, but you half believe it.”

“And you don’t?”

“Nah.” He cast his gaze off somewhere distant, then let out a huff, soft. “When he says that, he’s talking to himself.”

Billy couldn’t say anything a moment, overcome with this aimless, nameless thing—like grief, but not. Rage, but not. “Still not right,” he said.

Pat pursed his lips, the picture of equanimity. “I know,” he said. “I mean, not like I want him near me, no matter why he does it. But…” He tipped his chin back and forth. “Sometimes wish I could’ve met him—the old him. Ma says he was a lot like me.”

And then Billy imagined Pat—bashful, impish, shrewd Pat—plucked from his life and fed through the butchery, sent home a shell, his mind rigged with mines.

Thought of his own uncle, and how maybe it wasn’t a matter of who came home in a box or not—you were dead the minute your number was called.

He blinked the heat from his eyes, cleared his throat.

“Glad we were born when we were.”

“Yeah,” Pat agreed.

They were quiet a while, until Pat asked, with the air of someone gently closing the skeleton closet: “Think Lover Boy could drive me home?”

“Yeah,” Billy replied, rolling his eyes. “He’ll be here soon.”

Edited to add: chapter is up!

[aifastic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Johnny Cage, Raiden (Mortal Kombat), Liu Kang, Fire God Liu Kang, Sonya Blade, Jackson "Jax" Briggs, Kitana (Mortal Kombat), Kung Lao, Nightwolf (Mortal Kombat), Fujin (Mortal Kombat), Kotal Kahn (Mortal Kombat) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Origin Story, Post-Game: Mortal Kombat 11, Mortal Kombat Third Timeline AU, different to MK1, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Minor Character Death, most of the mentioned characters are just mentioned, but they will be important in the next installments, as seen in the previous installment the series includes johnny/raiden, but it's barely mentioned here, so er be warned for very niche ship lol, although seriously this is the beginning nothing happens Series: Part 2 of Mortal Kombat AU - Fury of the Realms Summary:

Little Rai was afraid of thunder.

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A/N: This was half-written, fully planned before the announcement of MK1 which is hilarious because it managed to predict some things. Anyways, I hope you give this fic a chance ♥

[oobbbear]

Alone Together au! Where both Ford and Fiddleford fall through the portal

30 years after + first fall through

They fell through the portal after Fidd left Ford and before Stan arrives, that middle period where Ford is haunted by bill and going crazy.

Fiddleford went back after the incident trying one last time to warn Ford but instead they got into a fight actives the portal get sucked in and you know the rest.

[lilbreadbun]

And then I noticed that jinx’s balloon she flies in on has bunny ears painted on it. And markings on the side to match her little goggles

Pain. Suffering even

[violent138]

Damian: "Red Hood has a pretty severe concussion. What do I do?"

Tim: "Extraction's still ten minutes out, just keep him talking."

Damian, urgently pressing the comm: "I don't want to talk to him, he's even more insufferable than usual."

Jason, lying on the ground, eyes closed: "That's funny Junior, because head trauma's the only thing that makes you bearable."

Damian, to Tim: "I'm leaving. It won't be the first time we've had a closed casket."

Tim, groaning disgustedly: "Robin--ugh, seriously, just stay there and keep him awake."

Damian, seething even more when he sees Jason's smirk: "Fine."

Jason, cracking open one eye: "Aww, are you concerned about me?"

Damian: "Shut up. The only thing I'm concerned about is our family's reputation after your public wipeout on that stupid motorcycle."

Jason:

Damian: "Are you still awake?" *kicks him* "Todd?"

Jason, grinning: "You said our family."

Damian, furious: "I didn't. You've lost more brain cells than you could afford."

Jason: "Wait 'till Tim hears, I think he'll want a group hug. Bruce is probably going to get emotionally constipated. Dickie would probably cry--"

Damian, panicking as he hears the Batmobile get closer: "Stop. Do not tell him--"

Jason: "You better erase every single fucking video of me crashing then."

Damian: "You have a deal."

[aromanticduck]

Sorry if you're already over 50, I ran out of room (you're welcome to leave your thoughts in the tags or replies!)

If you're younger than 10, get the fuck off Tumblr. People are saying swears on here!

[EDIT: It's OK to vent a bit about negative feelings in the comments/tags, but if you're gonna talk about killing yourself, do me a favour and fucking don't]

[throesofincreasingwonder]

You know what? I want a whole post for this:

Sex Repulsion is not the same thing as, or an excuse for, Sex Negativity

non-negotiable!

I am a sex-repulsed asexual. This means that I am uncomfortable and repulsed by the idea of engaging in sexual acts. This does not mean that I have an excuse to be repulsed by other people's sexual attraction or the right to police how other people engage in or express sexual acts or attraction.

Young queer people need to learn the difference between sex repulsion and sex negativity, and actively work to unlearn sex-negative attitudes. Asexuality, even sex-repulsed asexuality, is and should be fully compatible with sex positivity.

If you are uncomfortable with the idea of other people feeling sexual attraction or engaging in sexual acts that do not involve you in any way, that is not sex repulsion it is the cultural Christianity and you need to seriously work on that.

[rriverrunning]

love house tully. super cool castle surrounded by water aptly named riverrun. produced the truly insane cat/lysa/edmure sibling dynamic. the original petyr baelish haters since 270-something AC. "oh yeah that's gay uncle brynden". had several generations named for the muppets. lords of the trident in a three sided castle with three house words. fish sigil and they make it work. made catelyn tully stark like that.

[kindnessoverperfection]

Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.

NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.

I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.

The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.

Because it's so hard to exist in this world.

My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:

Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)

Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.

Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.

Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.

Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.

Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s

I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.

So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".

Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)

Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.

If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.

NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD

Stigma in the DSM

Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)

"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."

(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)

[kyurochurro]

troubles that come with tribbles...

(aka a good excuse to draw one of my fav episodes and fav crew members while coming back from a heavy week at uni ;D)

[thenxthird]

i started at my new job so that means they r also employed

full sketch page vvv

[cloudabserk]

look i understand if you like marius because this is the evil morally bankrupt vampire story. however when people argue that marius was actually really cool and chill and normal about armand i want to fight them

[worldsewage]

Splatoon Ocs with bizarrely styled instruments usually have their instrument built by Them.

[steveharirngton]

i know i know but look how ethereal he is

[mildarka]

For the art request I'd like to ask for reverted AU Night in Killer's big jacket missing the boys and Dream trying to comfort him?

Dream's trying his best