#i am so scared

[aidoneusmelindia]

A little over a month left before we get to read The Golden Raven. And as impatient as I am, I want to give a reminder to enjoy this time in the fandom as well. After we read it, we will never again not know Jeremy's backstory. We will never again not know how Jean and Jeremy's relationship progresses. We will never again not know if Kevin Day makes it out of this book unscathed.

I've been enjoying the chaos and seeing everyone make predictions way too much. I'm gonna love reading the book, but I'm also going to miss the speculations, the fear, the predictions.

[pseudophan]

not quite sure i want to go to this tour anymore

[raggedy-spaceman]

It's that time again

[bottomsonlybar]

my therapist: dan and phil in 2024 aren't real they can't hurt you

dan and phil in 2024:

[fruity-arts]

💋

[marlports]

okay… the fic is DONE. it is FINISHED.

Here is the link to chapter one. I am terrified and i feel like a vulnerable baby animal right now.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158857/chapters/161750308

I hope you all enjoy chapter one if you choose to read it 🙂‍↕️

[cryptidcr3ature]

Reasons I would and would not survive the events of rdr: a compiled list

WOULD:

I did competitive archery for four years. I might not be as accurate as my prime, but I still have the muscle memory. I think I could do decently as an archer.

I’m not a picky eater and would survive Pearson’s stew.

I have a strange eye for patterns and would notice minuscule details as to why the gang is falling apart.

I’m generally pretty nice so I think people would like me and not kill me.

I trust doctors with 100% of my being. The moment I had so much a tickle in my throat, I’m fleeing to the nearest desert. Sorry gang.

WOULD NOT:

I have little to no survival instincts.

Guns are too loud.

I freeze in the face of danger.

I’m too pale to be outside all the time.

I think horses are too big and too smart, therefore distrust them.

I’m so lactose intolerant. One of Arthur’s pocket cheeses would knock me out for a week.

0% percent stamina. If I had to run, I’m dead.

Afraid of confrontation. I’d notice the gang falling apart, but if Dutch yelled at me I’d just curl up into a ball and sob.

I’m terrified of Uncle.

Overall im not surviving. Sorry.

[jestercatkermy]

I’m watching Stardust Rhapsody for the first time (omg it’s so good) and I’m on episode nine rn. I keep seeing people compare SDR ep 10 to OUAW ep 46 in terms of how bad it fucked them up and. I Am So Nervous!!!

[luigi-mangione-fan-girl]

All politicians are crooks. And I used to say, "At least he's our crook". About the politicians I supported. At least they were on my side, on the side of many Americans.

They're all jackasses and crooks but at least the ones we pick play by the rules even in a slippery way.

But Trump isn't just a crook. He is terrifying. He is out right defying the laws, he's threating the very things America has been founded on, he's taking our freedoms away, he's depriving us of our life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, he is allowing outright discrimination in the workplace.

He's clever even if he doesn't look it. He knows how to toy with the American people and brainwash them.

He's a monster and he's our President.

[scarlettroubles]

And if the Gojo comeback happens in the worst way possible, what then?

[swiftlydnp]

sooo many moments that made me pause and stare at the wall.... they're really not playing around huh😭😭😭

[aidoneusmelindia]

Happy The Golden Raven release month, and may the odds be ever in Jean & Kevin's favor.

[wordsverbat1m]

Uh first coining post! I am a little scared, hello mogai fellows and fae

brainfluidic

A gender for someone who feels like their brain is liquid. Xenogender that can be used by anyone, edit the flag as you will

Color explanation ⬇️

Dark red: blood

Pink: Brains are often depicted as pink, hence this color in the flag. Could also be interpreted as blood

Light pink: Brains are often this color, made pink for aesthetic reasons

Beige: brains can also be this color, could also be interpreted as equality

Brown: equality in race and gender

Yeah

DNI nsfw / mogai antis / homophobes / therian or otherkin antis, i will also openly block aswell so keep that in mind

[sleepyboy-stuff]

hiii-!!! :3 saw your post about Logan requests and was thinkin' about (CG) Logan who gets up in the night (like in X2) and he sees reader regressed whilst watching TV or something and he looks after them for a bit, maybe convinces reader to go to sleep and helps settle them???

hope you're having an amazing day/evening/night!!! feel free to ignore this idea!!!

-🧸🌷(hope it's oki that I went anon, was a bit nervous 😅)

ollo!! thank you so much for your request, and its totally okay that you sent it on anon, i dont mind at all!! youre super sweet :]

anyways, uh, heres what i wrote! im super nervous to post this but, i hope you like it :D

It was late into the night-- probably around 2am, you guessed, but you didn't bother checking the clock. Most residents of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were fast asleep, and normally you were too. But tonight, you lay wide awake in your nest of blankets and pillows, hugging your favorite plushie and sucking on a pacifier as all sorts of thoughts ran through your mind.

Most prominent in your head was an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. This always happened when you were little; if you were alone for longer than 15 minutes, The Sadness started creeping in, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Usually you could distract yourself, by coloring or playing games on your phone or something, but tonight you were practically drowning in it.

Your heart ached for someone, anyone, to come and comfort you, but you knew nobody would. Especially not the person you really wanted: Logan.

You considered going to his room and waking him up, but you knew you couldn't do that. He wasn't the most strict caregiver, but he did have one very harsh rule: you can't bother him when he's sleeping, and you can't sleep with him. You knew it was because of his nightmares, but still, you missed him.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You didn't know how long you'd just been sitting there, but suddenly, you decided you'd had enough of it. You sat up and wiped the tears away with your sleeve, shuffling out of bed with your plushie in tow.

And that was how you ended up here in the common room, watching Spongebob Squarepants on the big TV (with your plushie sitting next to you), giggling to yourself.

You were drawn into the cartoon, happy to finally get away from your feelings. So distracted, you didn't even notice the figure that appeared behind you.

"You're up late."

You squeaked in surprise, your head whipping around to find none other than Logan leaning up against the doorway, one eyebrows raised.

You stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

He walked over to the couch, sitting down next to you with a huff. "What're you doing up, kid?"

You hesitantly took your pacifier out of your mouth to speak. "Couldn' sleep."

He grunted. "Yeah, me neither."

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah."

You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward angle, coming at him from the side, but you made it work. "'m sorry."

"It's alright, kid. It's not like it's your fault," he said, resting his hand on your back.

You snuck your pacifier back into your mouth, but you didn't let Logan go, snuggling into him instead. He was always warm, and warm felt so cozy. He's even better than a blankie, you thought, as his hand started moving up and down along your back. It was a comforting touch.

You tried to pay attention to the show, but pretty soon your eyelids started drooping; finally, you were falling asleep. And Logan noticed.

"Hey, maybe it's time we head back to bed, huh?" He patted your back and pulled himself away from you, standing up.

You began to whine at the loss of warmth, looking up at him with sad eyes. He only stared down at you with lidded eyes, not falling for your puppy-dog look. 

You pulled your pacifier out. "Can I sleep with you..?" You knew his answer would be no, but you asked anyways.

Logan took a moment to think. "... Sure, you can."

Your eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Yeah. Just as long as you don't move around too much."

You felt a smile dawn on your face, and you popped your pacifier back in your mouth before you jumped up into his arms. He held you up easily, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"There we go," he murmured, walking out of the room. The TV was still on, but neither of you really cared.

Eventually, the two of you ended up in Logan's room. He gingerly set you down on his bed, and you pulled back the covers, crawling underneath them. He slid in beside you, pulling the blanket over your bodies before sliding his arms around you. You cuddled close together, and the room lapsed into silence, no noise except for the sounds of soft breathing.

In the end, you did fall asleep, secure in Logan's arms. But what you didn't know is that Logan never fully fell asleep himself. He laid awake the rest of the night, watching over you, keeping his little safe.

[daboyau]

Oh this terrifies me, thank you.

[fluffydancer618]

Reading posts about changed layout of the web version while yours is still the same is a tumblr equivalent of seeing a mushroom cloud through the window of your house