#idek how to tag this tbh

[sovereignsystem]

Can we like, stop shaming people for having DNIs?

I don't understand why people think it's... stupid or "a chronically online thing" to have a DNI, like. It's a helpful tool? We read people's DNIs, not just to make them as comfortable as possible (by not interacting if we are on that list), but also so we can tell if we want to interact with someone.

Do people not understand that DNIs are mutually beneficial? Completely harmless? Just stating boundaries?

If you don't like someone's DNI or find it stupid for having certain things on it, Don't Interact With The Person.

It's literally the entire point.

-🧟‍♂️ (he/him)

[anna-hawk]

Shane Walsh + “weakness”

Erm… I think that you might have expected something different from me with this, but my brain thought, let's do some heavy angst tonight 😬. It's written through Shane's PoV, but Reader clearly has canon typical dark thoughts, even if only suggested. It obviously has a good ending (you know me), but yeah…

Send me a character or ship + a title (I'll try making it more light-hearted)

Weakness… Shane had decided to never let that word apply to him ever again after leaving the Greene farm. Not after Lori, not after Carl… And especially not after Rick.

But then he met you. You were everything he wasn't character wise; silent and always remaining in the background, watching while the leaders of the small settlement Shane had come across talked, planned and organized. You weren't weak, however, didn't ask for or needed help. Never defenseless. And Shane found himself unable to tear his eyes away from you whenever you were in his line of sight.

Given his curious attraction to you, Shane might have tried coming on to you at any other time. He didn't. He had always been someone to go with what his gut was telling him, but after the so-called end of the world happened, he'd listened to it all the more. Even if it had cost him a lot over time.

With you, he knew that there was something… else.

You'd talked a few times over the weeks since he'd joined your group, but you hadn't revealed much about yourself. Something he couldn't fault you for, since he was just as reluctant to go into details about how he'd come to this place. You didn't speak a lot, but you weren't meek. You spoke your mind when asked, and never shied away from eye contact.

After the first two weeks, he'd realized that while all the houses in the fortified abandoned town the group lived in were shared by at least two people, you lived on your own. Even Shane had been offered a room in one of the leaders' homes. To him, this meant that your isolation was by choice. Your choice.

As your house was sitting across from his, his bedroom window looking into the street you shared, on the nights Shane wasn't on patrol, he often sat by the window and waited for you to leave your house. He'd noticed that as well. If you weren't standing watch over the town, you still left every night. Without fail. He'd been tempted to follow you out of sheer curiosity, at first, but he'd refrained himself from doing so. It wasn't any of his business, after all.

Over a month after watching you repeat the same pattern day in and day out, what ended up breaking Shane's resolve to not follow you was that you started coming back home later and later. At first, you'd leave for an hour before coming back, but now it was in the middle of the night, or even at dawn. He watched you every day, eyes tired, face drawn, but still efficient in your duties. His jaw worked as his gut screamed at him to find out what was going on. He'd tried casually asking other people about you, but while they had only kind things to say about you, their smiles were sad, although, they didn't say more. No one seemed to have noticed what you were doing, however.

That night, Shane stood hidden in the shadows of his house as he waited for you to make your exit. Sure enough, you left your home and turned the corner at the end of the road. Shane knew that it lead to the back of the town, where there was a small park. He followed you from far enough away that he was sure that you couldn't hear his steps, and watched as you reached the tall, broad wall that served as protection and went around the whole town. Shane had been impressed by the giant structure on the day he'd arrived, and it hadn't failed the group so far. His eyebrows jumped up his forehead as he saw you climb the wall, but instead of standing on it like when on watch, you moved off the other side and out of sight. He wasn't too worried since there was a fence surrounding the wall and putting you out of any walker's reach, but people usually didn't walk along the ground between the fence and the wall. With his brow now furrowed, Shane quietly climbed after you while making sure to keep his movements as silent as possible until he caught sight of you again. Which was only a few seconds later once Shane reached the top, crossed to the other side and looked down the wall. You were standing several feet below him, next to the ladder you'd used to get down there, your back resting against the wall, arms at your sides and looking into the darkness. Staying where he was, Shane could hear the shifting of walkers stumbling around. After a long time, the light of the full moon gave him enough vision to see one of the walkers notice you and approach the fence with a low rasping sound. You didn't move as the creature started pushing against the fence, the metal so thick that it barely moved at all. After another minute, you pushed off the wall and walked straight to the walker. Shane's breath caught as the walker's fingers grazed your chest as it tried, unsuccessfully, to get its hand through the small holes. You stayed in front of the walker, unmoving, as it kept pushing against the fence and snarled every now and then. As you lifted a hand and pressed it against the metal, Shane finally moved as he realized what you'd been trying – hoping – to do all this time by coming here. His legs swung onto the ladder, and he let himself slide down the sides, his palms burning from the quick descend. Your face snapped to where he landed, but with the moon shining onto your other side, Shane couldn't make out your features.

“Don't,” he spoke in a low rasp, while his fingers gently curled around your wrist and pulled it away from the fence.

Your fingers formed into a fist, and Shane thought that you were going to hit him, but you only hung there, neither moving further nor speaking. You didn't have to for Shane to know, anyway. Facing the fence again, as the walker rattled the fence, the moon light revealed your glistening cheeks.

“I'm tired, Shane,” you breathed, and Shane knew you weren't only talking about the lack of sleep.

“I know.”

Because he really did. His family might not be dead, but he'd lost it all the same. Giving up had sometimes sounded like the easiest thing to do.

You looked back at him, and while he couldn't see your expression anymore, he knew you were observing him intently, looking for something. He kept his gaze unflinching, until you nodded the tiniest bit and sagged against him. His arms immediately went around you to pull you closer.

As he climbed the wall after you and pulled the ladder up, Shane knew, as he followed you into your home, that you'd become his last weakness without him realizing it. Curling around you on the bed, both of you still fully dressed, Shane found that, for once, he couldn't begin to mind.

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

Rolling up to choir rehearsal today like "what do you mean, of course I'm happy to see everyone"

(yes those are Christmas socks)

(yes, I wear them all year)

(no, I don't care)

[unadulterated-syd]

narcissa black x reader

warnings -> mention of lucius, mentions of death.

open ending,, could be seen as happy or sad.

this is my gf so bare with me as i write for her !! + she has plenty of angst potential

her eyes had faded, dark wisdom you swore you would've paid millions to swim in. you no longer recognized her, no affection left for her. the residue of the girl you'd once loved gone.

she stood like a shadow, every good memory stapled to her. yet she'd burned every polaroid that rested in your head. she was no longer yours, yet a memory of what you once had.

"l/n."

"what could you possibly want."

the venom split from your tongue, a near hiss. you almost swore you could hear her flinch at your tone, one she'd naively hoped you would've hidden.

she wanted forgiveness, but she dare not ask. she didn't deserve it, she'd admit that. but she couldn't go on without saying goodbye to the her she had loved most.

Saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing she'd ever have to do— but saying goodbye to you was saying goodbye to the love she saw as weakness.

"i.. i apologise."

"what?"

"i apologise."

her words formed into an attack, punching at your heart— having already shattered the armor you'd once mended there.

"this isn't about me anymore.. was it ever?"

you raised your head, looking for a glimpse of truth, looking for an ounce of clarity; a moment in which the porcelain would crack.

"this is so you can go on, knowing you were done. this isn't making peace, narcissa. making peace is fulfilling our stupid plans! even just a reason. one.. one damned good reason."

you felt your voice crack, the desperation— the pleading for one reason; a reason that clarified where your future lie. you knew the world was cruel, but you never thought of her the same as others.

"please.." she whispered, biting back the feelings she had. the fear within her, it had always been you, but she couldn't see a future ever lasting with you.

"this is for the best." she straightened herself, the coaching of her emotions most impressive. though, it only infuriated you all the more.

"did you ever give me say in that..?" You shook your head, "did you ever think i may be willing to risk it? Maybe I've been defending you my whole life—

— you were the one who wanted this, cissa. i told you about how i felt, i told you id hide it till the day i died, and you wanted to try."

you could practically feel the droplets rimming your eyes, the heat that raised to your cheeks, but you dared not cry in front of her.

"we've always been fighting, what's new? that we could die? we've always been at deaths doorstep. i want my last breathes to be with you, even if i take them at 25."

her eyes searched yours, for but a moment— detecting the truth. detecting the safety she felt in you, even if you'd never be safe.

for only a moment she considered finding lucius, agreeing with her parents' wishes, but that moment faded with the years she'd spent with you.

you were her past, her present, her future. even if it only lasted one more year, for a year with you was worth more than a thousand guilt filled ones.

"okay."

"what?"

"i said okay. lead the way i... trust you."

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[cursedbobs]

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[tchotchkez]

finn really just said suck these nuts???????

[bi-lil-guy]

I Wanna Be Nice But Istg Whatever Anon Has Been In My Inbox The Past Hour: Please Stop Flooding My Ask Box With Stuff About My Old Smau/Text Au Stuff.

I'm Glad You Liked Em But You're Being Hella Disrespectful And Pushy Over Something I Haven't Done For A Whole Ass Year.

Besides They're Not Coming Back To This Account.

Check My Introductory Post. I Moved Them To A Side Blog And Will Take Requests Over There If Anyone Really Want More, But Tbh This Kinda Killed Any Interest I Had.

Now Please Stop Or I'm Turning Off Asks.

[emiliosandozsequence]

EVERYTHING SINGS: a collection l’année terrible, victor hugo / red desert (1964) dir. michelangelo antonioni / unknown / rocket men: the epic story of the first men on the moon, craig nelson / the brooklyn daily eagle, new york, march 7, 1886 / suspiria (2018) dir. luca guadagnino / teaching a stone to talk, annie dillard / red bird, 'summer morning', mary oliver / the overview effect: awe and self-transcendent experience in space flight / jeff buckley / scientific future by valentino bellucci / joe dispenza / rilke and andreas-salomé: a love story in letters, rainer maria rilke / unknown / jwst image of 'cosmic cliffs' / alan ginsberg

[krakenartificer]

This is a fantastic idea because you could also record the Romans’ reactions and then show them to the English, to deal psychic damage to people who think that they’re they proper and rightful heirs of the Roman empire

would love to show ancient romans the sheer number of them that are portrayed by british people in shows about rome today. this would do psychic damage to cicero i think

[cynicallyneutral]

😘😘😘😘😘

[crosbyism]

i made this joke to @dadvans and he said he wanted to see that powerpoint so i present to you: KyloMcRen.pptx

[saturnniidae]

Other than the blatant sexism of it, I think part of why it bothers me so much that Valka was reduced to 'Mother figure' in the third movie because I've always felt that despite their efforts, Hiccup will probably never genuinely see Valka as a mother figure since she didn't actually raise him and he's an adult by the time they meet. Like yes, of course he knows she's his mom but they don't have that kind of relationship and likely never will.

I've always thought this based on a few things, mostly when she apologizes and says "can you give me another chance" because all Hiccup does in response is smile sadly, he never verbally forgives her (that I can remember) so she immediately starts going on about how she can teach him about dragons and that's what connects them, but very little else because they don't actually know each other (And it's so sad because you can tell Valka's trying so hard, she loves Hiccup and he loves her but no amount of talking about dragons will make up for two decades of absence).

The other main thing that I think about with this is that cut footage from when Valka was still planned to be the antagonist, where Hiccup says: "fine! I guess I kinda like the idea of having a mom, alright?" Despite being scrapped, it ties in well with how excited he was for them to all be a family again when Stoick shows up because that excitement is definitely based on the very unrealistic, idealized version of what a 'complete' family is, what Hiccup didn't get to grow up with but probably fantasized about having.

I think the way circumstances kind of forced Hiccup and Valka together could've been really interesting to explore, them mourning Stoick together, exchanging stories about him, Hiccup actually getting to know her outside of the very surface level 'expert dragon lady'. I think Gobber could've really helped with this, bridging the gap between them since he actually knew Valka and has known Hiccup for his entire life (and has experience doing this exact thing with Hiccup and Stoick years ago).

The single year between httyd2 and thw would definitely not have been long enough for it, but I think after a while Hiccup and Valka could be good friends. But they'll never be as close as they could've been and they both know that.

[pup-pee]

she red on my stoner until the red sun never sets IT NEVER SETS I AHVENT SLEPT

[komashkathesilly]

ok so full comic is ass but these two pics methinks ended up nice

[sehtoast]

At Heart (Ryan Butcher, parentified!OC)

ben being a parent, ryan deserved to be hugged and held for this one, ben will be getting him a new milkshake btw, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

The web-head all but nearly shatters the balcony door rushing inside.

While not particularly cut from the cloth of parenthood, Benjamin has grown to see Ryan as his own more than he ever knew was possible.  So when faced with the sight of him sobbing on the couch, of course he went into overdrive.

“Hey, woah!” Ben rattles as he tears the mask from his head and plops down beside the boy, a hand placed on his shoulder to gently shake him from his woe. “Ryan, hey– what’s– what happened?”

Ben’s answer is the boy throwing himself forward to hug and bury his face in his shoulder, crying as he explains it all.

He killed another person.

That fucking scripted save– Vought’s ridiculous insistence that the boy become their next hero to market to the world.

“K-Koy’s dead because of me! S’my fault again!”

Ben was familiar with Koy.  The stunt director always liked him, always loved when the bug would string a few webs from the ceiling to let him toy with during his own rehearsals.  It’d been so long since he’d seen him; public footage of his saves had been more than enough for Vought to let the bug off the hook.  And now…

“Fuck…”  Ben  sighs.  “Ryan–”

“He brought me a milkshake and took it because I– Dad said– he said I shouldn’t care…”  He hiccups.  “T-That they’re toys for us to b-break. N-now he’s mad at me and–”

Of course he is, Ben thinks to himself as he pets through Ryan’s hair. Because he’s not sure why you’d show empathy to the people who’ve always broken him.  But you don’t know that…

“W-Was my mom just a toy too?”

“No,” Ben shakes his head, sighing dejectedly. “No, your mom wasn’t a toy.  No one is– your dad…”  He swallows thickly.  “He–”

“Hates me–” He chokes through sobs.

“Damnit, Johnny…” Ben mumbles.  He loves that man like nothing else, but sometimes he really had a way of fucking up.  The bug pulls back from Ryan, hands grasping his shoulders to hold the boy steady.  “Your father doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t want me either–”

“Ryan.  Look at me.”  He shakes him softly, brows knit with worry.  Doesn’t want you either?  “He just doesn’t know how to help you.  I’m not saying he’s right for saying what he said, don’t get me wrong, just… he literally doesn’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know what to do!”  Ryan shouts, gripping tight to Ben’s wrists, eyes suddenly going wide when that near silent wince rang through his ears.  He loosens his hold immediately. “I don’t– I can’t–” Heaving breaths through the panic. “I’m sorry–”

“I know…”  The bug murmurs.  “I know.”

Truthfully, what could he possibly say?  That it’d all get better?  He couldn’t guarantee that.  Should he tell the boy not to stress about the damage he’s caused?  Absolutely not.

All he can do is hug him close and let him cry it out, shh-ing him and rocking from side to side.  Benjamin wishes more than anything that he could know what Becca did for the boy when he was so utterly devastated.  Hell, maybe she never even had to do something like this– at least not for this magnitude of agony.

There’s no manual for this.

At least when the sniffling stops, Ben feels like he’s done something right.  Granted it only stopped because the boy cried himself to sleep, but…

It’s something, right?

He carries Ryan to his bedroom, up the stairs and to the left.  It used to just be a storage room before the boy came about, then John had it converted to be everything he’d ever wanted when he himself was a child.  Benjamin tried to explain, but… it just never clicked.

Gently, Benjamin places him onto his bed, snagging the nearest throw blanket to drape over his form.  Even asleep, the kid looks exhausted– and rightfully so.  He doesn’t deserve any of this. The pain, the sorrow, the guilt.  Ryan’s just a boy who’s been through far too much.

Not terribly unlike his father.

The bug sighs dejectedly, knowing there was a conversation to be had with his boyfriend about consoling the kid.  Homelander will get defensive, spiteful, angry– he’ll feel attacked right off the bat.  He’s trying, but he’ll never get it right if he doesn’t realize one terribly tragic thing about his son.

Try as he might to shape Ryan in his image, he will never truly mirror his father.  Homelander will never understand why, but Benjamin?  It’s not at all hard for him to see.  Not in the slightest.  It’s not a bad thing, but it’s certainly not good.  

Tragedy will always hit the boy hardest.  It will devastate him in ways his father can never understand.

Ryan is a human at heart. 

He always will be.  

[awheckery]

I need some help

so. this is hard. here goes:

for the last six-ish weeks, I've had an exceptionally challenging time of things re: my haunted devil body being exceptionally haunted and full of devils, and I have missed a lot of work. a lot of work. might be losing my job soon, in fact, but I'm trying not to think about that.

I'm trying to crawl my way out of the hole, but I have nothing in the bank right now and no money coming in, literally this is a screenshot of my account from today, and it's not showing the insurance payment that put me $50 in the negative this morning.

I have no other savings, my credit card's maxed out, I don't know how I'm going to pay my upcoming rent and my cupboard's down to baking ingredients and canned vegetables, so the sitch is looking pretty gd grim for me right now.

if anyone wants to donate and can afford to be kind, I'm linking my paypal and cashapp below, but I'd prefer to be able to offer something in exchange.

I think most y'all are following me because it is known that I make quilts, but that's mostly a side effect of my true hobby: collecting fabric. (this is a joke. mostly.)

I don't know that I have the energy to commit to making quilts or other complicated goods right now, but I do have a truly massive stash and excellent color sense. I've pulled these curated fat quarter collections as examples of what I have on offer:

this is a very small sample of what I have in my stash; I've been collecting fabrics since 2014, so I have a massive collection of rare & out-of-print fabrics from Moda, Free Spirit, Windham, RKaufman and other brands, a portion of which I've catalogued and uploaded to gdrive here.

that's nowhere near my full collection, it's just a jumping off point of what I've got to work with. I'd put fq bundles on etsy or something similar to make it easier, but the total lack of funds has temporarily kiboshed that idea.

in the meantime, I'm selling individual fat quarters for $2.50 each and curated stash-builder sets of five like the ones above for $15. I'd also be happy to make coordinating pot holders not unlike this one at $35 for a pair.

(pls don't ask me for oven mitts, I don't want to talk about one of my greatest failures)

NOTE: all fabric comes from a smoke, pet and fragrance-free environment, and will not be prewashed. I know that makes a difference to a lot of folks, not just me.

I'm also open to assembling pre-cut quilt & other craft kits, PM me to discuss what you're looking to make and I'll figure out if I can make it happen for you.

I appreciate any and all help more than I have words to communicate, and I know I'm pretty damn wordy! I'm pretty far down in the weeds at the moment, and I need to raise around $1800 in the next ten days in order to pay rent, catch up on my bills and pay for food and medication.

please help out a chronically ill artist and shop my stash!

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