#but i had to get it off my

[sharkie-stay]

We need more love for Johnathan Byers, so here's my thoughts on him

He deserves so much better

He had to endure trauma from abusive father, had to ignore his own fear and anger to protect his younger brother, had to practically raise Will because they are poor and Joyce had to work late, on top of that he felt responsible not only for Will but also for his mum and at the age of like 16 he also had a job to support her financially

He had little support in Joyce when Will disappeared, had to arrange the funeral by himself while also taking care of his mum

And after that, Joyce was focused only on Will (which is understandable, but still not good for Jonathan)

He had no friends, no one to support him in that hard time

Then he had Nancy, but she also didn't completely understand the pressure that was on him (being poor and feeling responsible for his little brother)

And then he had to move out, starting again as the freak with no friends, working a job, worrying about his mum, Will and El (his mum didn't even notice that he became a stoner), feeling like he can't have his own life and go to collage somewhere far because his mum and siblings need him and also him and Nancy became distant

My man always cared about others, never put himself first and I think it's time we change that

So yeah, I love Johnathan Byers and he deserves better

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

[housederiva]

Gaby Soto is a gift

Edit: I missed one!

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[abigail]

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

[sweetpupii]

cw - breeding.

venom taking control over eddie's body while you two (well, three) have sex to make the poor man go faster and stay inside you long enough to make sure not a single drop of cum goes to waste.

yes, he promised he wouldn't do that without asking but silly guy can't help it! :((

venom just wants to start a cute little family like the ones on TV with a dog and cute babies—even if eddie's feeling like he might pass out the second he stops and he will need a few days to start feeling his legs again. jeez, can't even fuck in peace with this symbiote.

the bed bangs against the wall so harshly it wouldn't even sound like sex if it wasn't for the moans and loud grunts. It's like someone's violently arranging and moving furniture around the apartment.

when venom fully fronts there's drool EVERYWHERE; the bed, the floor, your body, even the goddamn wall. it'll be a pain to clean up.

insanely wet tongue trailing down your face and body while he growls “not full yet... one more” for the ninth time. how are you even conscious at this point?

expect ( messy ) breakfast in bed and sex every day until the test turns positive because he ain't stoping anytime soon. good luck!

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[b-a-m]

what i drew on halloween! werewolf marina and vampire pearl

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[teaboot]

Okay so I may have been struggling under a miscommunication issue

[lazylittledragon]

y'know every time i feel guilty about bothering someone by singing along when i'm listening to music, i just remember that i have to tolerate my dirtbag brother screaming at his ps5 for hours every day so listening to muffled off-key fall out boy is probably preferable

[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

[garpen]

12 yrs old Jason having just been dropped off at Wayne Manor: Do you just take in every orphan you meet off the street?

Bruce: No, you're the first kid I picked up off the street. I picked up my last one at the circus.

Jason: Is that a joke? I can’t tell if that’s a joke.

Bruce: My son's name is Richard, but he insists on going by Dick.

Jason: And he’s…from the circus?

[acetier]

i'm So Normal about him

((close ups under cut bc idk he's pretty asdsfksdf))