#dylan is sad

[chaoticbooklesbian]

The mania from coming back to writing has worn off and now I'm having a panic attack because my mom asked me to take care of dinner so we could eat when she got home, didn't tell me what I needed to do, and then she and my dad both made me feel stupid for getting confused and needing to write it down so I could remember.

[tweeterwilbury]

[bellzsad]

honestly in the movie it’s not the “please, tommy, please” that gets me, it’s the “it’s okay… it’s okay,” from thomas

[nereevio]

- Spirited -

As @electricdecades once requested, I read Particles & Waves on ao3 and I loved it 🥹 might’ve pussied out halfway cuz it made me so sad (ofc i went back for it) but there you go, I couldn’t not draw them!

[samgirard]

what if we were teammates when we were kids and we were in world juniors together and you cried on my shoulder and we spend all our summers together and you spent your cup day with me and we were just in mexico together talking about how much we want to play together and now you're on my team and we were both boys........

[batsfangs]

some sillies to celebrate the final season :D

[metiredlr]

Kidou really was about to lead a teen lynching mob to get Haruna back before that damn old man said ''actually we're gonna play soccer to decide on this'' like damn look at his stance bro was ready to square up

[thornescratch]

Genuinely cannot wait for the finished videos of the tortilla slap challenge from media day, gleefully spitting in each other's mouths and smacking each other's faces is basically what these horny bastards live for.

[dabiconcordia]

Do not go gentle

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because there words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. by Dylan Thomas

[chaoticbooklesbian]

According to the Doctor Who Listened To Me, switching from my birth control to this new treatment could result in weight loss, if, indeed, my steady weight gain over the last decade or so was due to the birth control. I'm having severely mixed feelings about this possibility.

On the one hand, if I did lose all the weight birth control (presumably) made me gain, it would be much easier to interact with the world. Buying (and making) clothes would be much easier. Buying furniture, too, and cheaper besides. I'd be able to ride roller coasters again, sit in whatever seat in a theater, sit in booths in restaurants. I wouldn't have to ask for seatbelt extenders on planes, or worry about unintentionally invading someone's space because of how much I take up just by existing.

On the other hand...I've seen what happens when people lose that kind of weight. I've seen how much better they're treated. I am so desperate to protect the younger me who lives in my head from having it proven that it was her body that was incorrect, not the people around her. I don't want little girl me to have to know, conclusively, that they were right, that she would have had it so much better if she just lost the weight. I don't want to see just how much more desirable I would've been this whole time if I'd just been half the size I am. I don't want to know how many crushes would have liked me back if I'd just been smaller. I don't want to know exactly how unworthy I am now, as I currently am. And I'm terrified, because I know that if the weight does come off, I'll find out whether I want to or not.

[nothing0fnothing]

Dylan Mulvaney could have literally gone back in time, shot every infant Beatle in the back of the head assassin style then came back to 2024 to release their music, and TERFs would find issues with it.

Y'all would be out here like "um Yesterday is romanticising the past. does she not understand that women didn't have rights in the past?"

"Why is Dylan stealing this real woman's experience? Can Elanor Rigby not speak for herself??"

"Can't Buy Me Love? Thanks for diminishing the experience of sex workers Dylan, some women need to sell love to survive."

Truly, that woman could have single handedly masterfully reproduced John Lennon's Imagine into a artistic, heartfelt hyperpop banger and after it went quadruple platinum, used the proceeds to start a charity that saves helpless little puppies from certain death and gives them a happy home forever, and these absolute cretins would find a way to say she stole something from cisgender women in the process.

[bellzsad]

newtmas literally causes so much pain in my heart you don’t even understand

[oh-cawsh]

dylan when he experiences physical and psychological trauma: 😴😴😴🥱🥱🥱

dylan when his summer crush might not be into him: 👁️👁️😰😰😰😰😰

[nereevio]

And he’d be right to sneak away as far as possible..

It’d be only a matter of time.

Do you think the group would recognize him as a werewolf? Would Ryan?

[redlioness9876]

[literallyd34d]

mourning doves

when I was little I loved mourning doves

their bird song, their feathers and their beady little eyes, fascinated me

I thought they were called morning doves, because they came out on the morning

imagine my surprised when I found out people thought they were in mourning

I didn’t understand, I always thought their songs sounded comforting, sweet

but I guess others thought differently

anyways, I forgot all about them around the same time I realized I wanted to be dead

around the third grade

I haven’t thought of them since,

until now

in my town there’s a pay phone where you can listen to bird sings

they pick a random one and play it

it took me a second to realize the bird I was hearing was a mourning dove

I think I’m meant to stay alive