#but i'm trying.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Jace and Leander wolf cuddles (based on your recent werewolf posts)?

this is so so so late anon and i'm so sorry i hope you're still interested in my stupid idiots TWT i love you thank you for giving me a reason to write this stupid shit

LEANDER

"Jace..." I let out an exasperated sigh at the sight before me. A huge black wolf was sprawled across most of my bed, stretched out on his back with all four paws in the air. He rolled onto his side to look at me, a stupid wolf-smile on his stupid wolf-face. "This is never going to work."

The enormous mass of black fur cocked his head at me, why not?

"Because," I gestured wildly at him and he stared unblinkingly back at me. "You're freaking huge, Jace!"

Jace huffed a breath and was suddenly much smaller. Human again. And naked. I stared at him for a moment then realized what I was looking at and snapped my gaze to his grinning face. "Look all you want, I'm not charging admission."

My face was hot but I ignored it. "We won't fit, Jace. Wolves are too big for beds."

"But it's more comfy up here," Jace whined, still naked. "Come, Leander. We'll fit. I promise."

"Even if we fit, we'll be too heavy. We could break the frame."

Jace laughed. "I can think of other ways to break—"

"Do not finish that sentence," I said, holding up my hand to stop him. I can't handle that sentence. I can't handle much when it comes to Jace.

"Okay, I won't. But you promised we could do this." Jace's expression changed to a pouty, adorable one and he plucked my heartstrings like he was born to play. "Wanna cuddle with you."

I sighed softly. "I know, but—"

"We'll fit. I swear," Jace said. He moved over a bit and patted the free side of the bed. "See?"

I supposed he had a point. It was a king-sized bed, after all. The only real downside to this would be the fur we'd leave behind. And there were maids for that sort of thing, weren't there?

"I'm going to change again, then you join me. We'll make it work. And you can lie down on top of me if you have to. Believe me, I won't mind." He smiled again and I smiled back. In a flash, the black wolf was back and just as big as before. I took my glasses off and stepped out of my shorts apprehensively.

Shifting was still difficult for me. Oh, not as difficult as the first time had been. But still hard. Jace— and every other wolf I'd met— made it seem completely effortless. It wasn't for me. For me, it was painful and scary and required concentration. I had to focus hard, had to think about it. I didn't think Jace had to think about it at all. It was like breathing for him, the bastard.

Jace stared at me intently and I shook out my arms, trying to force the nerves away. It didn't work. Never did.

I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, let everything else slip out of my mind. Everything except Jace's soft breathing. That kept me grounded. Finally I was able to get my fangs to drop, my claws to extend from my fingers. I opened my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining it and found my fingers tipped with black. I swallowed hard and panted as dark hair sprouted up my arms. And Jace was still watching me.

good. keep going. good job, yes, he thought into my head. wolf switch, lee. wolf switch.

"I know," I growled out, voice too deep and teeth in the way. "I know about the switch."

use it use the switch lee, be a wolf, come to me, mate come to me

And that did it. Jace's gentle but insistent encouragement had my face lengthening, my body shifting with a horrific crunching sound. And then I was a wolf. Jace was talking in my head still, telling me how awesome I was. But it took everything in me to stay on my feet. I always felt unsteady after changing. Silly, isn't it, how you'd think four legs would be more sturdy than two.

After a minute or so I finally trusted myself to move, so I took a couple steps forward toward the bed. Unlike Jace, I couldn't quite handle a jump. Not yet anyway. So, instead of missing the mark and landing on my face— or overshooting it and launching myself at the wall behind him— I climbed onto the bed slowly. One paw after the other until I was standing over Jace.

I turned around and flopped down, with my back at his chest. That's how we usually cuddled in human form, so it made the most since. Jace made a happy noise behind me and licked my ear a couple times. I tilted my head back as far as I possibly could and his eyes were sparkling.

We laid there for a few minutes and I finally decided that I had to face him, had to see him. So I rolled onto my other side and dropped my head on my pillow.

love you, Jace said, love love love

love, i thought back, too tired to think much else. Shifting tended to take all my energy. Jace promised me that was normal for baby wolves— I didn't like him calling me a baby when I was technically older than him, even if it was only two days. And after my first excruciating shift, Isa assured me it would get easier. But after the dozen or so times I'd tried so far, I always needed a long nap afterward.

Jace was big on taking wolf naps with me. He liked cuddling with me, in any form. And I have to admit I like it too. Waking up sleep warm— wolf warm— tangled up with Jace... It's the best feeling in the world.

sleepy?

yes

Jace yawned, his mouth opening wide and his tongue lolling out a bit. me too

I pressed my nose to his muzzle, licked him there, and buried my face against him. I snuffled his fur and maybe sneezed on him a bit, but Jace just laid there and let me. Finally, it got hard for me to keep my eyes open. I laid my head back down and stared at Jace until I fell asleep.

JACE

After Leander conked out, I laid there and listened to his heartbeat for a long time. That was pretty much all I could do, being half-trapped under him and all.

Well, that was a lie. I was in no way trapped. I could've easily gotten up if I wanted to. But I didn't want to. What I did want was to be closer to Leander. So I wriggled around a bit and propped my chin on his shoulder. Once I could see over him, I chuffed. 

There was an acre of space on the other side of the bed. And here we lay, in each other's pockets.

[ryunosuke-naruhodo-blog]

What is one area you are trying to grow in?

I've been told that I over-apologise from time to time, so I'm trying to get better at apologising at appropriate times and places.

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[dionysus-complex]

funniest Kamala Harris VP picks go

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

I think one of the kindest things you can do for people with various mental health struggles is just... let people back into your life after they've been absent for a while.

Making friends as an adult is so fucking hard already and isolating yourself from other people is a very common symptom of depression, anxiety, burnout, ocd, trauma, grief, etc. Which means that someone will do the hard work of recovery/healing and resurface back into a world where their previous friends have written them off because they stopped showing up.

So if you know someone where you're like "yeah we could have been better friends but they fell off the map a bit" and that person suddenly reaches out, or starts showing up to events even though you kind of forgot they were still in the group chat... well they may have been Going Through It and you don't actually have to punish them for their absence you can just be glad that they're back.

[podcastwizard]

cashier: ok that'll be $20

me (visibly sweating): ah, yes, of course! a perfectly reasonable price for a grilled cheese and a small smoothie! that was exactly the price i expected you to say when i ordered a single grilled cheese and a smoothie and my vision is NOT getting blurry as we speak! i am a perfectly normal temperature and my speech patterns are natural and even because this is the countenance of an individual who expected to pay 20 american dollars for a single grilled cheese and a smoothie!

cashier: where's all that blood coming from

[soaptaculart]

The cat and the dad she said she "didn't want"

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

i do think there is a degree to which certain kinds of Instagram activists have convinced themselves that traumatising themselves in solidarity is a useful form of activism. "I'm having nightmares and crying so much I want to be sick because of all these videos of dying children but I can't look away while people are getting hurt" I mean don't you think you'd be able to help more if you weren't having nightmares and crying all the time?? don't you think this is a one-way trip to burnout? don't you think maybe increasing the amount of trauma going around is counterproductive? I dunno bro there's something to be said for bearing witness but there comes a point where you gotta look hard at yourself and go "am I helping, or am I just making myself suffer so I don't feel guilty for not suffering while somebody else is experiencing bad shit"

[parkjammys]

the audacity of the official dc account to even post this 😭

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[ducktracy]

sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst

[lazylittledragon]

some domestic shadowlachs <33

[how-good-day]

my muscles relax when I draw gore.

[dr11ft]

chicana miku 🤎

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good