#i'm NOT dyslexic

[blue-genes]

Wtf even is cursive like

I can't read this shit

These letters especially:

Z k r s n

And this isn't even full cursive.

[crappycourtjester]

I'm not dyslexic or anything BUT

I saw a sign that said "Zesty Bacon"

It did, in fact, not say zesty bacon.

But I do think zesty bacon could be used as a nickname for twinks. In this essay I will

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[ultravioletbrit]

“jealous” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 465 words

“mistletoe kiss” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 21 - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is standing on one side of the common room leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand talking to Barty and Evan. He’s talking to Barty and Evan, but he’s making eye contact with James Potter.

James Potter, who’s standing on the other side of the common room presumably having a conversation with his friends, but his eyes haven’t left Regulus’ all night.

That is, until a girl Regulus doesn’t know walks over and puts her hand on James’ forearm. It takes James a moment, but he does eventually break eye contact with Regulus to look at the girl with long brown hair and an unnecessarily tight top.

Regulus isn’t prepared for the wave of jealously that washes over him. He has no reason to be jealous, they were just looking at each other. He’s jealous because James Potter stopped looking at him? He shakes his head to clear those thoughts from his mind and pushes off the wall.

“I’m getting another drink.” He mumbles, already walking away.

He refills his drink, but he’s not ready to go back to his friends yet, so he finds a secluded corner where he can take a minute to clear his mind. A minute is pretty much all he gets before he’s interrupted.  

“Hey.”

Of course, James Potter would find him when he’s trying to clear his mind of James Potter.

“Hi.” Regulus says and they fall into an awkward silence.

“She wanted a mistletoe kiss.” James breaks the silence after a moment.

“Who?” Regulus feigns ignorance.

“The girl. Her friends dared her to ask, I guess.” James says nervously.

“Good for her.” Regulus snarks and pushes off the wall to walk away.

“I said ‘no’.” James blocks his path. Regulus instinctively looks up and James is already looking down and they instantly make eye contact. “There’s someone else I want to have a mistletoe kiss with.” James whispers, taking a small step forward.

“Good for them.” Regulus whispers back, never breaking eye contact.

James slowly takes another step forward and Regulus still doesn’t break eye contact even when he notices James’ arm moving.

“Good for you.” James whispers even softer than before.

Regulus gives him a curious look and James breaks their eye contact to look up slightly. Regulus follows his movement and sees James holding mistletoe over their heads.   

Regulus huffs a small laugh and looks back at James. They hold eye contact for just a moment before James raises a questioning eyebrow. Regulus narrows his eyes and bites his cheek to try and hide his smile. He lets out another small chuckle as he steps forward to close the last distance between them.

“Put your arm down, idiot.” Regulus whispers as he pushes up on his toes. James doesn’t put his arm down until their lips meet under the mistletoe.

[gammageek165]

[honkha]

-i think we match

-oh, that's lovely. What does "match" mean?

-umm..

-when you like each other post in social media.

-...?

-u do know what "post" mean. right?

-oh I think I understand.

-really? I'm glad -

-and how to do the math?

-...

-what do I have to do to express that i like you?

-wait.

[cartoonsandsuch]

Me (after crying for hours alone in my room because the world was too loud), scrowling on tumblr for my special interest:

[alltimefail]

I'm not gonna lie I saw this and didn't realize "Detectives" was spelled wrong until someone else pointed it out... 😂

ALSO everyone is joking over on Twitter saying that Charles obviously did this and it's only fueling my "Charles Rowland is dyslexic" agenda further. Another win for dyslexics, we have good taste!!!!

[its-a-me-mango]

HOW AM I MEANT TO DIAGNOSE YOU WITH GAY UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!?!?!? GET OUTTA MY OFFICE!!!!!!!! YOU'RE GETTING CRUMBS EVEYWHERE!!!!

Hi @tiredsmashbros I said I'd draw our characters together at some point so!!! Hello!!!! :3 Lalalalala based it off your AF attack for me because I still love it so much, anyway peace and love on planet earth <3

[carson404]

Can you imagine Telemachus as a parent?I got to thinking about his future and it'd be so cute ,him playing with a toddler who's bossing him around(you can't lie ,toddlers always you boss you around when you agree to play with them)he also seems like the type of father to cry of happiness when his child is born ,I could imagine him holding the baby and promising he'll be there for them and be the father he never got

[swallowtail-lotus]

Their S/O has Dyslexia {Poseidon/Buddha}

I'm not dyslexic myself and I had to google the proper meaning so I apologise deeply if I wrote dyslexia wrong.

🔱Poseidon-

You were sitting on your bed you shared with your husband, book in hand and eyes reading over the words until a long word stumped you. You frowned at the words, trying to read it in your mind. The moment your husband walked in, he knew immediately what was wrong.

"This again?" His flat tone brought you out of your mind, jumping up and nearly dropped the book in the process.

"Of course you'd know." You mumbled, letting out a tired sigh. Poseidon's face didn't change at all, like usual. He approached the edge of the bed, looking down at your smaller figure and at the book.

"T-this one.." You admitted feebly, averting your eyes to the sheets of the bed. The blonde stared blankly at the book and the word you were stuck on. After a minute of silence in the room, he snatched the book right out of your hand and placed it behind him on a small table.

"Wha- why would you?" You watched your husband stare into your eyes, almost glaring at you.

"I'm sorry. I don't think-"

"Don't even finish that damn sentence." Poseidon interrupted. You visibly flinch at the sudden volume of his voice.

"Why? Don't you expect absolute perfection from all beings?" You asked, frowning at the blonde god.

"That may be true, but if I say you're perfect, then it is true." You were taken back by his words. Poseidon went to the other side of the bed and laid down beside you. He said nothing and brought you in for a hug.

You both laid next to each other, enjoying the peace and quiet in your room.

🍬Buddha-

Eating a piece of chocolate, you were reading a letter you received from someone you knew nothing of. The letter contained some words you couldn't exactly read, but you were trying. It was frustrating to try reading complicated words.

Big arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you close to a hard chest.

"Another one of these? I swear you need to set it straight." The voice of your sweet loving boyfriend made you feel a little better, but the words displayed in front of you were preventing you from feeling such.

"I know, but I want to know how to read and-" suddenly the letter was snatched out of your hands and thrown away. You tried to go after it, but his arms were too strong for you to escape.

"You don't need some confession letter for that." He said, his voice slightly muffled by the lollipop in his mouth. You opened your mouth to speak but was silenced by his lips on your own. It wasn't a surprise when you tasted the sweetness.

"Hey, don't even think about that. I chose you for your personality." He reassured, like he knew exactly what you were gonna say. You were too stunned to say anything, leaning against your boyfriend's chest.

After that, the two of you just laid under a tree, Buddha's hand stroking your hair and whispered comforting words in your ear to help you sleep. 

[maximura]

ChkChkBoom | A Hwang Hyunjin tutorial

[youkidding-me]

expanding on my previous post about orym witnessing cyrus's funeral

the silken squall burn their deceased over open bodies of water or forests, so their spirits can keep travelling after their bodies are gone

because of this, they have to move the city to the closest body of water/forest

the loved ones or volunteering magic users take turns watching over the body and keeping it cold. it's also a way for the deceased to not be left alone, assuring them their community is with them until the end

during the few days of travel, the immediate family will be showered with love, provided with food and having their house cleaned by their neighbours/friends/distant family. this is to give them time to mour and to prepare the cremation ceremony

dorian's house is the biggest tent in the city, made of probably a few dozen tents connected between each other and almost as tall as a two-story building

everyone lives in portable homes but it's colorful and organized. the tents have creative patterns either weaved, embroidered or painted on them. the stone roads make mosaics of air genasi motifs

the wyvernwind home is the only one covered with a huge linen roofing, though the normal colorful tent peaks underneath it

the entire wyvernwind is dressed in linen. not entirely, though, just their jewelry. dorian is always impeccably dressed, but his rings, earrings, boots, belt and shoulder piece has linen sewn around it. his father and mother are the same

dorian is almost always busy watching cyrus's body, recepting other air genasi that wish to bring food to the wyvernwinds, hand-making the wooden boat that will burn with cyrus in a few days

orym spends a lot of time with goyan enlil-wyvernwind, dorian's mom, since zeru wyvernwind seems to have assumed most of the work on land

(orym suspects the man is avoiding his grieving home's emotional needs like the plague)

they talk a lot about dorian - his childhood, his adventures outside that city, his music, his fight - but she also seems interested about orym

more than once orym thinks if she actually wants to know about his life with the air ashari and how much it's her common diplomatic gait

"the linen?" she answers orym. it took him three days to build courage to ask. "have you noticed how our skin looks against the sky?"

goyan was the slightest darker than dorian, though her hair was a lighter blue. the resemblance to her son was undeniable, even if her eyes were green like cyrus's

"you look like the sky on a clear day"

"every day is clear up here" she said with a smile. "under all this linen, against the blue, what do we look like?"

"clouds" orym answered, and she nodded. "we look like clouds. it's an old tradition that says that, if we cover our loved one in linen, we'll not be saying goodbye to a loved one, but to a cloud passing by."

she managed to say the entire thing with posture, but drops everything she's holding and covers her mouth, breathing hard. "oh no, my baby! my baby, my baby, my baby..."

and orym comforts her, knowing too well what she's feeling

orym can't help to watch cyrus, but he's everywhere else: his hands bleed after cutting all the wood for the boat, he seems to be the only reason dorian remembers to eat and drink water, and he loses his sleep to hold his insomniac lover

"i'm such a fucking failure. i suck, i suck so much. i can't do this, orym, i can't fucking do this" dorian growls against his chest

"i'm right here, my love. we'll do this together. you're doing incredibly, i'm so proud of you."

"it should be him in my place. i was never meant to be here, this not my place"

orym swallows the vision of unconscious dorian in his arms under the radiant gaze of predathos. he wants to smack dorian for saying nonsense, but he knows that pain too well. "not a lot of people can say they were so loved until the very end. in times of chaos, you are giving cyrus the treatment of a prince."

"i barely feel like myself most of the time. i can't remember the days."

and orym holds him, because he knows how it feels

zeru comes back the morning of the ceremony, the sixth day of orym's stay. his skin is ashy and his light blue eyes have sunk into his skull

goyan is keeping him company, touching his arm, his face, his back - and he leans into the touch every time with fail

they have a family meal and zeru avoids dorian's gaze at all costs. orym doesn't know if dorian noticed, because his gaze is equally focused on the table

by the end of the day, the city is reunited, with the wyvernwinds ahead, by the edge of the silken squall. beneath them, the ocean glistens dark blue and purple

cyrus's boat is perfectly tailored for his size, filled with a few of his belongings and his body fully protected by linen. before sending it away, an old genasi lady cuts off the linen on the wyvernwinds clothes and puts the fabric in the boat as well

cyrus floats away, though always closest to dorian than anyone else in the world

dorian whistles a tune as a guard raises a flaming arrow, that flies when the tune ends

fire silently burns the boat into dust as the dozens of genasi watched in complete silence. the only heir of the silken squall holds himself up, though his fingers squeeze orym's painfully

the first time dorian and zeru look at each other is when the last pieces of brumestone fall and there's nothing else to watch. father and son look nothing alike, orym notices - zeru's angular jaw and broad built is an almost ghostly replica of cyrus. dorian's dimples and loose waves resemble his mother a lot more

they don't say a word. dorian's tears are loud and choked, cutting the night air like a knife to the gut. zeru's tears are ragged and tired, ringing with his deep voice, like the land cried with him

goyan hold both of them, closing themselves from the rest of the world

orym decides to leave with the other genasi citizens back to his quarters. as much as he promised he'd be there for him, this was the time for the wyvernwinds. when dorian needs him, he'll be right there to help and support him, like dorian is for him

the night fell, but the sun will always rise in the end

[sleepanonymous]

Got my preordered GRAINTE bag today from Revolver.

I’m so excited, I can’t wait to use my new GRAINTE bag.

GRAINTE.

G R A I N T E.

[orbis2d]

Schlat og

They keep on falling for this trick