#for FUCKS SKE

[nosferatvpussy]

HBO is really out here wasting money and people's time with season 2 of house the dragon

[soft5ku11]

My half of an art trade with my friend obifansdotcomm (twitter) Don't think you can get one up on Sasuke in his own home with a night-time ambush...

[retr0scum]

Also

Idk how to describe it exactly but I love being color themed, I love having a color assigned to me everywhere. I LOVE BEING A RED FUCK

[strangesmallbard]

minthy fresh 🕸️🪥

[bueris]

damn still haven't changed my header but I really cnt b sked

[tonya-the-chicken]

❌❌ DABEE HATE SCROLL PAST❌❌

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Dabee is so fucking dumb though he is like "Why didn't they do it sooner" BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE STUPID. PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES. Maybe if you put any effort to become an adult, you'd figure it out already, idiot

[hibiscusseaart]

Had a dream today and I'm evolving it as I go here

The main idea that Rin didn't die when she tried to unalive herself by Kakashi's hand, but Obito was already traumatized and got in with Madara's Moon Eye plan. So yada-yada, she's the jinchuriki of Sanbi. BUT the difference was that she decided to come out of the closet (a real tight one cuz of her clan but she almost just DIED what to regret now) that she's actually a guy. So FTM Rin guys. Rin is he/him from now on.

He wouldn't change his personality and crush on Kakashi much. Dude is a medic, have you met medics? My extended family has a lot of medics in ER and other and let me tell you, they're ruthless and give 0 fucks.

Oh and since he's a medic he has top notch access to remove his own boobs and change his hormones fucking manually.

I think he would rethink his crush on Kakashi, like, man, he's a loser, plus it's hard to crush on someone who you thought killed you (even tho you made him) AND Kakashi has doomed love with 'dead' Obito and it's a bummer.

Idk about his name tho, he probably would change it just to, unknowingly, create more confusion for poor Obito, who is SURE that Rin is dead-dead and fucking Konoha didn't even made a grave for her and Kakashi doesn't even VISIT.

Madara and Zetsu obviously don't tell him about his development. They don't need him to have a hope in this world again.

Kakashi is just glad that he didn't kill his teammate and maybe they connect better since "Rin" (listen i NEED a name for him, but i have 0 ideas about meaning or what ever. maybe he'd take something to honor Obito's memory?) doesn't crush on him anymore and maybe he's trans too?? idk about it yet but he might act warmer to "Rin" now.

So Obito is just confused, like WHO is this dude from Nohara clan who is now with Kakashi ALL the time (they're still best friends). He doesn't connect that this brown haired (!) medic (!!) from Nohara clan (!!!) with the same marks (!!!) same age as them (!!!!!) might be Rin. like no, nope, Rin a nice gentle lady, not this smoking dude who yells at Kakashi and curses at him cuz he run away from hospital again.

So yeah Obito is just not impressed. But intrigued. And jealous. He stalks Kakashi AND this guy all the time. May develop a crush on both, cuz "Rin" is still the same at his core.

Kakashi would still go in ANBU cuz Minato asked him (still not sure about it, like yeah lets put deeply traumatized 13 yo in assasin squad good job) and stuff.

So idk how canon would go from there, like i doubt that Minato would let 14 yo jinchuriki near another one at this tense situation, even tho "Rin" could've help.

So yeah Kushiha and Minato die, "Rin" barely holds onto the Sanbi but Obito finds out that the guy is holding them. He doesn't connects the dots. Or he does? His mind just CAN'T hold on to the fact that his Rin MIGHT survived.

But maybe "Rin" was closer to the place where they sealed Kuubi in Naruto (maybe he ran there cuz there's Kuubi rampaging and he HAS to help) so Minato entrusted Naruto to him, not to fucking Sandaime.

So yeah, now "Rin" is Naruto's legal dad at the age of 14 and no one can fucking take him away cuz a) it was Minato's dying wish; and b) just fucking TRY to peer "Rin" away from Naruto, you'll get your hand bitten off and NO arguments work, cuz "Rin", who was trained by Kushina in jinchuriki stuff, can make some sort of turtle shield and he hides in it with his new baby and no one can do anything.

And no one can protect baby jinchuriki better than the other jinchuriki so it's fine. Everyone just accepts it.

(Isobu laughs at Kurama cuz haha im the older sibling now :))

Naruto is bullied less but I think no one can tell him about his parents cuz Sandaime sucks ass. But "Rin" drops HUGE hints cuz he hates Sandaime now too. Like no shit Tsunade left.

Idk what would happen with Obito if he finds out about "Rin's" identity. he'd come back crawling and crying probably. Maybe try to kidnap him and cry more in Kamui.

update: added sketch

[jasleh]

“I shalt try,” he said doubtfully, “but I dost not always notice.”

Worth the attempt to get out of this wretched cold? Yes. Possible? ..... Questionable. It felt a bit as if she was asking him not to breathe. She was, unfortunately, asking him not to fidget, which was nearly as hard. Especially when one was trying to not fidget.

[[ @driselle-tempetielle ]]

There was something odd out in the snows of Coerthas.... something bright red that was presumably hot as it seemed to be surrounded by steam. On closer inspection, however, one would find a very miserable looking lalafell in very inappropriate attire for the climate surrounded by a perfect circle of melted snow, the bare earth lightly steaming. For all that he appeared to be the heat source that had melted the snow (and, indeed, his aether for those who could see it was shifted distressingly strongly towards fire), he was nonetheless shivering.

Odd as all this was, a perhaps even odder note was that there seemed to be no footsteps in the snow leading to the melted patch. However did he even get there?

[maelkevejen]

Jeg er begyndt at blive ret bitter over mine biologiske forudsætninger, hver gang jeg rammer PMS

Jeg ved godt, det er formålsløst og trættende, men jeg tænker en del over uretfærdigheden ved, at jeg skal trækkes igennem det her hver eneste fucking måned. De her ikke så lidt hæmmende svingninger. HVER måned. Jeg bliver pissy, får depressionsagtige symptomer, somme tider endda selvmordstanker og har det generelt af røv til i op til halvanden uge op til min menstruation, og så skal jeg bruge en uge på at bløde og have ondt og være ukomfortabel bagefter. Og det er jo givetvis HALVDELEN af cyklussen! Som er træls! Jeg har én uge, der er topfed, og en uge, der er neutral, og det er det. Og som om det ikke er nok, har jeg også en herrefed "neuropsykiatrisk udviklingsforstyrrelse", hvis symptomer påvirkes af min hormonbalance, og som derfor gør det endnu mere herligt at have en fucking cyklus. Og min brain juice medicin virker i øvrigt ikke, når jeg har PMS. Så det er jo dejligt. Og hvis jeg så på et tidspunkt skal have biologiske børn så skal jeg... potentielt set smadre min krop for at skabe liv og føde barnet. Min krop vil for evigt være forandret på mange områder, og der kan ske alt muligt fucked, jeg potentielt set skal døje med resten af livet. Jeg plejede at tænke "okay okay, men til gengæld kan jeg skabe liv, hvor sejt er det ikke lige?" og det er sejt! Og jeg plejede at være så stolt over det. Men for fucks sake, at what cost? Seriøst, jeg hører alt muligt fucked, og jeg kan bare ikke rigtigt forstå, hvorfor kvindekroppen er skruet sammen på den måde, helt ærligt, er det det, der er mest optimalt? Er det virkelig det, der er mest optimalt? Måske er det bare fordi, jeg ikke har børn, at jeg tænker sådan. Men det er altså virkelig skræmmende. Og bagefter er der saftsuseme en overgangsalder også, som heller ikke får nok opmærksomhed i forhold til hvor træls den eftersigende er.

Og cis-kønnede mænd... skal ingen af de ting? Overhovedet? Næh...! De kan få lov til at optjene mere i pension, fordi de er på barsel i kortere tid. Og få højere løn.

Jeg skal sidde her og stresse over om jeg kan finde et fast job i tide til at optjene nok anciennitet til at kunne tage på potentiel barsel med rimelig løn i lang nok tid. Om det er et strategisk dårligt valg at søge barselsvikariater, fordi de har en udløbsdato. Hvorfor skal det være en faktor, jeg er nød til at overveje? Det... urgh.

[soelvfisk]

Jeg tænker på, at når jeg har det bedre, så har jeg også mere overskud og overblik til at navigere i shit og liv og indtryk. Og når jeg har det skidt, så føles det hele ude af kontrol. Som noget jeg drukner i. Føler mig magtesløs. Midt i stormen. Jeg griber ud efter løsninger i forsøget på at få fat i noget der VIRKER. Hvad som helst! Desperat. Med hænder der aldrig er nok af. Indtil det går op for mig, at jeg på et tidspunkt undervejs i at række ud, kom til at give slip på mig selv. Jeg er som en planet ude af orbit. Sådan føles det. Jeg må bare vente indtil jeg lander i mig selv, eller hvad? Det føles som at give op. Men det giver også mening, når man tænker på, at alt indtil nu har været en kamp. Den her stilhed - alting der suser forbi - mens man ikke selv suser nogen steder hen.

Jeg tror ikke det er meningen det skal kontrolleres. Jeg tror mine hænder skal holde sig selv i hånden, mens jeg har det sådan her… fordi alt er så skrøbeligt. Jeg tror det er den eneste måde finde et udgangspunkt jeg stoler på. At opdage, at jeg ikke skal snurre rundt om noget lige nu. Min retning må gerne være et mysterie. Med eller uden storm. Uretfærdigt at forvente af sig selv, at man kan navigere i en storm, der er midt i at ske. Med knækkede master og huller overalt. Man kender slet ikke omfanget af stormen. Det er skræmmende. For stormen er ude af kontrol. Stormen er ikke mit ansvar. Og det er ikke mit ansvar at navigere optimalt lige nu. Altså hvis jeg både er en planet og en sol og et skib… forstå mig ret. Det giver mening at ville vide hvad man er. At ville forblive hvad man var. Hvor man var. Desperat at forsøge at vende tilbage. At være i sorg over at man ikke kunne forhindre ting i at ske. At man ikke så det komme. Man graver rundt i fortiden og er streng ved sig selv. Den samvittighedsfulde erkendese, der kun kan se tilbage med øjne fulde af ærgelse og skyld og skam. Først skal stormen integreres. Hvad fuck var det lige der skete… Og så handler det vel forståeligt nok om bare at navigere så godt man kan? Eller bare at drifte lidt, mens man lige får overblik over skaderne? Holde sig ovenvande så godt som muligt? Downsize til en redningsbåd? Redningskrans? Strande på en ø eller i en kælder. Indtil man begynder at kunne navigere lidt igen. Kortsigtet. Først i sin egen krop. Så måske i en 5 meters radius. Eller indefor et 5 minutters tidsinterval. Gradvist. Forhåbentligt lidt bedre til at gennemskue den næste storm og måske endda lægge til kaj, når man kan mærke at kontrol-behovet melder sig. Trække sig, når der pludseligt er for meget på spil. Det giver mening at træde varsomt. Og FUCK om det giver menig for andre. Man må gerne kende sig selv bedre end de gør. Man må gerne være dén der forstår sine egne valg bedst. Og måske bliver det ikke som før, men man står pludseligt og er meget bevidst om det allermest essentielle i ens liv. Hader “what doesn’t kill u makes u stronger”. Nej. Det gør mig ensommere end før og mere skeptisk og påpasselig. Knækker langs de samme gamle skår igen og igen. Men det ved jeg. Nu navigerer jeg udenom ting der så meget som bare har potentialet til at være en skarp kant. Fordi jeg ved at jeg er skrøbeligere end jeg har lyst til at være. Skrøbeligere end jeg har valgt at være. Ingen fomo. Sorg. Jaer, meget endda. En hel del somo - men pyt lige nu. Fuck kontrol. Fuck magt. Fuck hævn. Fuck succes. Vil bare have autonomi og tid. Til at være lille jolle i stort hav. Tegne et nyt kort. Samle nye ting til min rygsæk. Smide dumme ting overbord. Kigge på månen. Den er den samme som den var før. Heldigt. Vil hellere være her. Men forstår også al den tid hvor jeg tågede rundt med forældede forventninger til mig selv. I chok og sorg. Jeg holdt ikke mig selv i hånden dér. Jeg rakte ud efter fortiden og græd jo længere væk kom. Opløst over at tiden ikke stoppede, når jeg bad den om det. Det har den aldrig gjort. Det er nok dens måde at passe på mig. Os allesammen. Så vi kan håbe på at tiden sker længe nok til, at det kan nå at blive bedre end det er nu.

[daniels-bekendelser]

Jeg har virkelig (!!!) brug for at brokke mig for jeg er sur og stresset og har lige haft et angstanfald forårsaget af min skole, som jeg synes opfører sin urimeligt.

Jeg skal p�� udveksling til Frankrig næste semester, og dermed er jeg berettiget til at modtage et Erasmus+-legat på ikke uvæsentlige €500-ish skattefrit om måneden. For at kunne få det skal man udfylde en masse formularer mv. som kommer løbende, hvilket jeg har fulgt nøje med i for ikke at overse noget.

De sidste to uger har jeg været lagt ned af eksamener (det har honestly været rigtig travlt siden start-maj, men det har været rigtig slemt de her to uger). Jeg har dog af og til tjekket min skole-mail for ikke at misse noget, men eftersom det har været midt i eksamener har jeg ikke været så grundig. Her til morgen åbner jeg så og læser nøje i gennem for første gang i to uger, og der kan jeg se, at jeg har misset at sende et sprog-certifikat til min skole i København. Jeg har allerede sendt et sprog-certifikat, men det her er et andet sprog-certifikat som man åbenbart også skal tage en test på og sende til dem. Den seneste mail jeg har modtaget fra dem er "vi kan se du ikke har sendt det inden for deadline, så nu kan du ikke få nogen penge. ciao🙂".

Det udløser et angstanfald, men da jeg er på benene igen går jeg med det samme i "okay, hvad er gået galt?"-mode. Her kan jeg se, at de har informeret om det her certifikat d. 9/6 med deadline d. 18/6. Det er en deadline på 5 (!!!) hverdage. Derudover er det en deadline på 5 hverdage midt i eksamensperioden. Ydermere har jeg haft en femdageseksamen netop mandag til fredag i den periode, mens jeg samtidig har skulle læse op til en mundtlig eksamen onsdagen efter. Skolen ved udmærket godt jeg har været til eksamen i den periode, og alligevel sætter de en frist, hvor jeg ikke har en eneste dag, hvor jeg ikke er begravet i eksamen. Jeg er overbevist om, at der helt sikkert er rigtig mange af mine medstuderende der også har overset det FORDI DET ER EN FUCKING URIMELIG TING AT GØRE.

I skal lige tage denne engelsk-test nr. 2 og sende resultatet til os inden for 5 hverdage. Vi har ikke varslet at det skal ske nu, men det skal det altså.

Vi ved godt I har eksamener i den periode for det er literally os der har lagt jeres eksamener but we don't care

Hvis ikke I gør det lige nu, så går I glip af mindst 15.000 kr.

Nu har jeg sendt den en "please, I am so sorry, please please accept my apologies🥺🥺"-mail her til morgen, men jeg er ærligt talt fucking sur over proceduren og situationen. Hvad fuck er det for en måde at behandle sine studerende på? Jeg håber (og forventer) at de accepterer min undskyldning, men jeg synes stadig det er fucking urimeligt.

Jeg kommer seriøst til at eskalere situationen hvis det ikke går igennem. Det har jeg selvfølgelig ikke sagt til dem, men jeg kan love for de kommer til at høre for det gennem vores elevråd og skole-avis, hvis de afviser blankt😤

[especdreamy]

HUGE do not reblog reminder on the ske//ppy posts like im not gonna kill u if you reblog or anything because idk why the fuck tumblr won't let me turn off reblogs but yeah

[mosraev]

Lyrics through the decade 9/11

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 9; 2021

Now we've arrived at what I can call the personal era which started with me coming out to myself as nonbinary within the first three months of the year. After that a lot of the songs I started to make became a therapeutic tool getting to reflect over my thoughts and feelings about different topics.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic1); Marco

This is not as much a song as it is 2-3 pages of me in lyrical form thinking through my newly out feelings as a nonbinary person. The 'song' is named after my middlename that on this time I believed would be my new name. Also, to fit with the very personal meaning of this song this is indeed a picture of me having gender euphoria looking in the mirror (although 9 months after the song was written)

Featured lyric:

Starring at the mirror softly repeating the name.

Trying to repeat the rush of joy hearing it for the first time.

Song2 (pic2); Aromantica

A song where I tried to reflect over my feelings as being an aromantic person since I also around this time has been coming to terms with being aro more and more (although I had come out to myself as aro one or two years prior).

Featured lyric:

((Extendend)) I held you and I kissed you

Because I thought that was what I had to.

And it’s funny how pathetic I was playing the part.

I’m not lovedrunk, I’m sober.

I realise that, now it’s over.

This is not who I am.

Song3 (pic 3+4); Altid Nat

This song is the exception to the rule I guess since it is less about my own personal identity explorations but again it is still about me and my feelings getting to be close to people with the loser covid-19 restrictions. You can hear the song here btw.

Featured lyric:

Original (pic3); Jordens trolde, de danser foxtrot over Danmarks bøgetage

((Extended)) så er det nu, vi sprinder guld af alt det som der kan ske i drømmeland.

For det er altid nat et sted på verdensplan.

Translated to English (pic4):

the trolls of the earth dance foxtrot in Denmark's treetops.

((Extended)) It is now we weave gold of all

that can happen in dreamland

cause it's always night somewhere in the world.

Song4 (pic5+6); Forstadsfabeldyr

This is an interesting one since I had less than a week to write and produce it on summer camp where I wasn't out yet so I wanted to make it somewhat mystical about what in the world I was referring to (thereby not outing myself before time) but also I really felt like getting out my hurt feelings about becoming the represent queer whenever people learned about my identity. (hint the swearing is back)

Featured lyric:

Original (pic6); Verden er så satans monokrom

for alle farverne er vasket ud med hvidt.

Translated to English (pic5); The world is fucking monochrome.

All the colours has been washed out.

Song5 (pic6+7); Glas v.2

Quite an interesting one that shows how my way of making songs has shifted since I originally made myself the challenge to make a song inspired by a poem on a playing card about rocks wanting to be glass and then the first version was meant to be about eating disorders (not told from my own pov) but that didn't connect with me so instead I told about nonbinary gender dysphoria (that is way more my own pov and so a therapeutic song instead)

Featured lyric:

Original (pic7): Når svaret for dem er hverken "han" eller "hende"

kommer de nemt til kort.

De ville så gerne kunne passe ind,

men kabalen går ikke op.

Translated to English (pic8): When their answer is not "he" or "she",

they'll easily come up short.

they'd love to fit in, but

the patience doesn't come up.

[kimjiwoong]

listen LISTEN i’m very tolerant. i can tolerate a lot. different opinions, shitty takes, i will tolerate them all. what i will not, i repeat NOT, tolerate is you calling CHOI SOOBIN a 22 year old man a fucking dilf for the love of fucking whatever im ltierally going to fist fight u if u do find a different word for fucks ske or better yet GET AWAY FROM HIM I WILL LOSE IT

[technotaarer]

Bro nu jeg i Melbourne men min bagage klarede det ik tror den er i Bangkok fatter det ik det så fucked men selvfølgelig selvfølgelig skal det ske for mig

[acrosstobear]

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD SKE SOENEKEMSKRNRNDNR

YES INDEED THIS IS EXACTLY MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW DJRJWKKSEKTJEKFNEKFJEKFNEJRB