#but i am also so SICK of it

[pegglefan69]

I guess they're saving the fireworks for tomorrow..evening was okay 🐻👍

[wanologic]

reminder to take care of your loser human body

[maedictus]

A wizard, his "cat", and a quiet morning read

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[modharvest]

What the hell did I do to you?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[kiivg]

.wardens are frequently secretly fond of each other.

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[svnnnne]

[electricpurrs]

im not sure what to say here i saw this drawing of snoopy's brother and the concept wouldnt leave my mind so have at thee. enjoy

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I’m going to be so hot this year but more than that I’m going to be so intentional w my time

[castielsprostate]

breaking the sign in two by how hard im tapping it

[crybaby-bkg]

oh my god. bratty, spoiled rotten omega gojo that everyone automatically assumes is an alpha because duh just look at him. everything about him exudes so much power and strength despite his usual relaxed and playful nature. it’s how he gets away with it, but you don’t fall so easily for his tricks and manipulations.

he’s a greedy little thing, too. always clawing at you whenever his heat rears its ugly head, demanding and pouty when you don’t give him every single thing that he craves that very second. promises to open himself up for you so nicely, but all he does is lounge on his back like some big house cat, milky thighs spread, his hole slick and leaking, his grin lazy. he carelessly lifts a shoulder, blames it on the hormones making him so weak and tired, you’ll do all the work for him, right? since you’re such a good alpha? you’ll spoil him the way he deserves, right?

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[intotheelliwoods]

I have been meaning to do a crossover with the one and only @kathaynesart for such a long time! And the @tmntaucompetition has created the perfect excuse for this :)

I think Sprout and Omega would have a surprising amount in common, they have a lot they can talk about with one another!

Apologies for the cliffhanger- haha- whoops-