#getting real tired of this

[clockways]

I think floating around as a nebulous, formless being for 48 hours would fix me, actually.

[starstruckxstray]

Ooc: I do not get it. These people who want to so badly inject real-world religion into this show also want to push away those who actually believe in the religion. I understand there's bad history there, people did horrible things in the name of religion. I'm very compassionate towards those who are fearful or hurt by it. It's why I try so hard to be kind to everyone, because that is what the Lord commands us to be. He loves everyone so I should reflect that love.

I try to be so, so patient with people. But all I got was being belittled, pressured to pick their views over my faith, and then seen as "worthless" because I didn't kiss their asses anymore.

They ruined HH/HB for me. They wrecked any love I had for it. There's going to come a time when I finally let it be known who those people are. I don't know when that will be, but know that there are people in the Fandom who are just as exclusionary and stuck up their own asses as those they claim to hate.

[lostryu]

people will post a pic of the most fem cis man and be like “zomg thought this was a butch lesbian 🤪” like once again. it’s like none of you guys have seen a butch dyke before.

[that-guy-in-the-chiton]

Let's be real, y'all would call Medea a "Mega Simp" and rant about "toxic masculinity" and label Jason "a girlboss who belongs to no man" if the genders were reversed. 😒🙄

[daggerbean]

ffs show me all my notifs!!

[technologyvoid]

Can I stop being sick. Thanks

[awestruck-atrophy]

I have been informed that feeling suicidal on my period is not, in fact, normal, and that there is once again Something Else Wrong With Me

[shydinosaurcandy]

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[rainyfestivalsweets]

Le sigh.

Was feeling nauseous so I thought this would be nice. Almost 400 cals.

And why? Where? Why is tracking so important, you ask....?

This bread is the low calorie sara Lee stuff. 90 c Sugar free jam. 20 c, generous portion.

Yep. I apparently ate well over 200 cals of peanut butter.

On a meal that to be honest, was not that satisfying.

Next time- more volume, less peanut butter.

[sailorrose19]

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How many times do I have to say it

[enniewritesathing]

alright, you know the drill, tumblr sort of ate my post, yadda yadda

[skullsandcorals]

"I'm dyslexic. I'm not stupid."

[captainkirkk]

I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.

I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.

[blueshinefox]

Me doing the same damn thing all over again!!! FUCK

a few days ago i switched back to an ordinary graphics tablet after years of Drawing on Screens because i was tired of craning my neck down... but now i have to learn how to use it all over again!!! FUCK

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello Madam. Sorry Madam.

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[magniloquent-raven]

"Oh, good, you are alive." Eddie says as soon as Tommy opens his front door. He pushes his way into the house without waiting for a response, and leaves Tommy blinking at empty space.

"...Sure, come on in," he mutters.

"Would it kill you to answer your phone some time?" Eddie's standing in the living room, hands on his hips, looking at Tommy like he's expecting something.

And Tommy's still lingering in his own doorway, suddenly very aware of how ripe his PJs have gotten. "It's my day off." It's a lame excuse and he knows it. He turns away to shut the door so he won't have to look Eddie in the eye.

"It's been, like, three weeks, man."

Tommy sighs quietly. "Yeah, look, it's just..."

"Is this the part where you tell me you both love me equally and it isn't my fault mommy and daddy are getting divorced." He's being flippant, but there's anger there. Tension in his voice. Tommy's not sure if it's on his own behalf or Evan's. Either would be fair, probably.

No. No, it isn't. It's not fair. He doesn't get to storm in here and judge Tommy's life choices. It's not like he's happy with himself about this, he didn't want to break things off. It just. Didn't work out.

"We don't, Eddie."

"What?"

Tommy folds his arms across his chest. "Love you equally. He needs you more than I do."

"What happened to me being allowed to have more than one friend?"

You know what happened, Tommy wants to snap, wants to be the kind of person who gets so angry he breaks, bleeds the tension out. He wants to untangle the knot that's been tightening in his chest for weeks.

Instead he hunches his shoulders. "Nothing, you have plenty of friends. A whole station of them." Tommy bites the inside of his lip so hard he tastes iron, and his eyes fall shut for a moment while he collects himself. "I was trying to make things easier for you."

Eddie narrows his eyes. "Yeah, nothing easier than getting ghosted. In fact, I love it when people I care about suddenly stop talking to me."

"You know what I meant. You have to take his side."

"Oh, I am. Breaking up with him like that was stupid, and he's really hurt."

Tommy barely contains his wince.

"But you were my friend before you were his boyfriend." Eddie's expression shifts, not quite softening. "I'm not here to defend Buck's honour, I'm here because my friend isn't making good choices and I'm worried about him."

He cried that night three weeks ago. Held off until he'd made it home and then bawled like a child, curled up in the dark and not bothering to wipe the snot from his nose. He hasn't cried since. Not when he found one of Evan's sweaters shoved between the cushions on his couch. Not when a date night reminder he forgot to delete from his phone dinged three days ago. Every time he wakes up to nothing but empty lock-screen he feels a little more hollow thinking about all the texts he used to get in the middle of the night.

But he hasn't been crying about it. Until now.

He's not sure what it is exactly. Something about Eddie refusing to let Tommy stonewall him. Something about all the things he's gone through alone never mattering to anyone. Not enough to warrant more than courtesy comfort.

"Woah, hey, was it something I said?"

Tommy shakes his head, and wipes his cheek with the heel of his hand. "It's been a weird few weeks."

It has, is the thing. He used to be good at being alone. But six months of borrowed time was enough for him to be in a lot deeper than he thought. He doesn't just miss Evan he misses being invited to his family dinners, and hearing about life with the 118.

"How 'bout I drink your beer while you tell me about it."

"...Okay."