#interaction >> answered ask.

[beowner]

@huntedvideo​, i’m really sorry, and i’m ready to do whatever it takes to make it up to you.

anger seeps in every cell of her body . rebecca does not let herself be angry often , especially since she let go of her revenge plan - but then fin speaks and she’s in university again . early twenties, first love, sneaking into far off places where she knows they’re not allowed , kisses stolen under the moonlight . the most free she’s ever felt . then he was gone . he was gone and didn’t say goodbye, didn’t tell her he was leaving and it was over . she spent years looking for him, but he didn’t want to be found . 

then she graduated, starting climbing the corporate ladder, met rupert, got married, got divorced . she wants to say that fin never entered her mind, but when her marriage got rocky , her heart longed for those stolen moments. nothing between them was ever labeled , but it was clear they were more than friends . 

and now - decades later - he’s standing in front of her , telling her he wants to make up for everything and she yearns to believe him . “ how -” a deep breath . “ how do you plan on making up for over twenty years fin ?” head shakes, a strand of blonde hair falling in front of her face . “ you didn’t even say goodbye. ”

[wren-kitchens]

im annoyed and a little pedantic so can i just say as a blanket statement

queerbaiting is when the promotion for a FICTIONAL STORY intentionally hints towards two characters having a romantic relationship, without any intention to follow through in the show, in order to get queer people watching without discouraging the homophobic enjoyers of the show

queerbaiting is NOT:

a celebrity who you think is queer because theyre gnc or they have a 'vibe'. that is a real person and they cannot queerbait

two friends of the same gender pretending to flirt with each other for fun. those are real people and they cannot queerbait

a show with two characters of the same gender who are canonically friends that YOU PERSONALLY think would be better in a relationship. that's not bating, that's shipping, and subject to opinion

there are more but those are the main examples of people misunderstanding what queerbaiting is and being mad at something that isn't actually a problem

[wtfforged]

i think about this one piece party panel so often i wanted to draw it

the panel ⤵️

[triona-tribblescore]

Tumblr is being mean and not letting me post the actual video here but this is what I've been doing the last week or so :D Very excited about it lmao

[chiscribbs]

I come bearing amenities for our little AU competition. Good luck in the preliminaries ;)

- REBOOT: Second Chance AU Donnie

He came this close... 🤏 (Thank you! Congrats on making it into the main bracket! Good luck in the competition! :D)

More @tmntaucompetition shenanigans!!

[Grown Apart AU] [INTRO]

<<PREV / NEXT>>

[tsukii0002]

Imagine suddenly two or three demons gets periods on the same time 😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣 IT WOULD BE SO COMPLICATING!!! N

Omg, R.I.P Mc 😂😂😂😂. It was nice to meet you.

I guess there are two options… Either explode from stress or get help from the others. Since before confronting them they will assist each other on the sly. Now there is nothing to hide… Theoretically. But this situación still be a chaos.

Mc: *gathering supplies for Levi's period*

Beel: Mc!! it seems that the Asmo cycle has begun.

Mc: …

Beel: …

Mc: Are you like mammals???? Your periods have started to sync up now that you're taking care of yourselves????!

Beel: Erm, maybe?

Mc: *sigh* Anyway, go take this to Levi and tell him I'll come after I've enchanted Asmo's flowers.

Beel: Got it.

Mc: *talking to themself * Please don't synchronize Lucifer and Satan's periods, that's all I ask…. *shaking fist upwards* You could help me take care of your children god!!!!

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[magnoliamyrrh]

that post about how traumatized people are expected to censor their own experiences reminds me of how when people with visible deformities or scarring post selfies, people will get mad at them and go “this could be triggering!! tw body horror!”

people need to develop a sense of shame for their own hypersensitivity and sheltered coddled lives. being shielded from the realities of other peoples lives is not a human right. if you dont wanna see scarred people then avoid looking at photos. if you dont wanna know about peoples life experiences don’t talk to them. I hate this shit so much. “You owe it to me to hide the evidence of your suffering because thinking about it makes me bummed out!!” I lived through the actual experience, I think you’ll survive witnessing the fact that I survived. jesus christ

sry for late reply but this is so damn real i still think abt this all the time. "i lived through the actual experience, i think you'll survive witnessing the fact that i survived" bars tbh. very well put into words

[arrgh-whatever]

[womenstruation]

One of the biggest ways young girls are exploited in the global South is via the “house girl” culture. I’m speaking on how it works in Nigeria as that is my experience but I know it happens all around the world.

“House girls” are domestic servants, usually late teens though I have seen girls as young as six or seven, employed by middle and upper class families. They do everything from cooking and cleaning to caring for the elderly and young children and get very little wages. Most times these girls never see a penny of their wages- it’s all sent to their families. In Nigeria, these girls tend to come from very impoverished families living in border towns and often times do not speak the language before being sent to these families that exploit them.

Due to their young age, lack of any family nearby or money, poor education, and Nigeria’s legal system, these girls are overwhelmingly subject to sexual abuse at the hands of their male employers. In fact there is a common trope in media of the “husband cheating with the house girl and replacing the “madam” of the house. And when these men impregnate these girls, they are sent back to their villages in shame while the cycle continues.

They also face lots of other abuse. One of my mother’s friends was a “house girl” in the 70s when she was just thirteen and she was only given mouldy food and left overs to eat for most of her childhood. she once told me of a time where she was so thirsty, she drank the dirty water her abusers had used to wash their hands. I have also seen “house girls” physically beaten by their abusers and subject to horrific punishments- once as a child I saw a very young girl forced to ride in the boot of a car while all the employers children threw their imported backpacks at her.

There have also been situations in which families immigrate and arrange to bring their house girls with them. They continue to abuse them and when these girls manage to break free, they face deportation and further exploitation.

Of course such experiences are usually less common but the hiring of house girls is not viewed as the exploitation it is. Some people, my parents included, seem to view themselves as saving these girls from their lives in the village where they would get married young and live in poverty with lots of children. But how is it saving them to deprive them of education and enslave them? It is said that it is easy to recognise a house girl: shaven heads, old and dirty clothes and a scarily small stature. They look nothing like girls who have been saved.

[beowner]

🌿

there's  mistletoe  hanging  in  the  doorway  of  her  office,  no  doubt  put  there  by  one  of  the  players  trying  to  play  a  prank  on  her  -  but  there's  only  one  person  at  the  club  she  wants  to  kiss.  not  that  she  needs  mistletoe  in  order  to  kiss  her  husband,  the  tradition  isn't  lost  on  her  .  which  is  why  she  purposefully  walks  in  time  with  him  ,  barely  holding  back  a  smirk  as  they  come  to  a  stop  .  jade  eyes  glance  up  at  the  plant  before  making  contact  with  his  .

without  saying  a  word,  she  cups  his  face,  her  thumb  rubbing  against  his  cheek  before  leaning  down  slightly  to  slide  her  lips  over  his  .  kissing  him  feels  like  home,  like  everything  she's  ever  wanted  slotted  into  place  somehow.  the  love  she  has  for  him  radiates  through  her,  fire  replacing  the  blood  in  her  veins.  she  should  be  used  to  it  ,  the  way  kissing  beard  still  makes  her  stop  in  her  tracks  -  but  she  secretly  hopes  she  never  does  .  

pulling  away,  she  rests  her  forehead  against  his  ,  eyes  staying  closed  .  "  i  love  you.  "

[waitineedaname]

for all that bingqiu and moshang are wrapped up in each other's business, I find it funny that shen qingqiu and mobei-jun have NO relationship. cumplane have their whole cosmically entwined nonsense, bingqiu and moshang are just differently flavored cumplane, and sqh and binghe have some kind of dynamic in the "author and his protagonist" sense, but sqq and mbj never once speak to each other. I just skimmed mobei-jun's appearances in the main three volumes and I think the only thing sqq says to him is "a demon?" when he first appears and mobei-jun just fucking ignores him. they exist in the same scene several times, but never interact. they've both got their attachments to binghe and weird obsession with sqh, but they have absolutely no relationship to each other. I think if you put just the two of them in a room together, they would sit there in silence until sqq contemplates whether killing himself would end the awkwardness

[its-gambit]

[It's been about a week since Eliza had seen Micah and Liv. She hadn't been sleeping all that much either. She was to worried about them. "What if they got hurt? What if there stuck? What if someone kidnapped them? How would Miguel contact her?" These where questions that wracked her mind. Right now she was sitting against the wall near the schools entrance. The broken window blowing cold air into the abandoned building.]

*walks up to the school*

You ok mon ami?

[whatevahwhatevah]

Sorry for disappearing again, have some more kyman

[midnight-bay-if]

What would the ROs do if they woke up to find the mc had left the room to sleep like on the couch or something because they didn’t want to wake the ROs up with nightmares?

S: Their eyes flutter open, noticing the hand they rested on your waist now clutches the cold sheets where you once lay. They do not hesitate to search for you but are stricken by what they find. You, curled into a ball on the couch, whimpering in fear from whatever haunts your dreams. It's a familiar picture, and it pains them that you feel obligated to bear it alone when you have been so gracious with their own nightmares.

Without a word, S carefully manoeuvres themselves on the couch so their chest is pressed against your back. They slide one arm under your head while the other cradles your arm, intertwining your fingers in theirs. "Do not isolate yourself needlessly, darling," they whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "We are aware of one another's darkness, yet here we remain. Please, do not starve me of my strength."

Rain: Rain is a light sleeper, so the moment the mattress rises from the lack of weight, their eyes flutter open to find you perched on the edge, readying yourself to leave. Before you can move, however, Rain reaches out, laying their hand atop yours, tugging your attention.

"Can't sleep?" They ask with a bleary smile.

"Nightmare," you repeat wearily, "It's okay. Go back to sleep. I'm going to sleep on the couch."

Rain's brow furrows, their lips thinning into a displeased frown. "Please stay. I don't like sleeping alone, you know?" They lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand that they hold. "If you are concerned about your nightmares keeping me awake, you needn't be. When alone, I do not sleep at all. I finally rest when I am beside you. Stay."

Taj: It takes until the morning for Taj to realise you sneaked out of bed in the night. Expecting to gather you in their arms the moment their eyes open, they are disappointed to find your side of the bed long cold. Grousing, they drag themselves out of bed to go hunt for you. They find you already in the kitchen making a pot of coffee, dishevelled hair and dark circles under your eyes.

"Didn't sleep well?" Taj queries, a cold stare you recognise all too well. It's the look of being perceived.

You shrug, trying to play off what you know they have already seen. "Nightmare," you offer, a slither of the truth, "but I didn't want to disturb you, so I tried sleeping on the couch."

Taj snarls, closing the distance and wraps their arms around your waist, resting their chin on your shoulder. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Pretend. I hate it." Their breath hitches. "I didn't even realise you were gone. I hate that, too. Wake me next time."

"You know you hate it when I wake you."

"Not if you're scared. Not if you need me."

N: N stretches their limbs, cursing the crick in their back as equally as the hard lumps in your mattress. They really must convince you to purchase something a little more luxurious. You'll thank them later. Their eyes flutter open, expecting to see you pressed closely to them, your rhythmic breathing lulling them sweetly back to sleep. But you are gone. Instinctively, they want to reach out with their mind to locate you, but they push it back down. Boundaries.

It's still dark, but N has no problem navigating it. The apartment is small, so figuring out where you have gone doesn't take a genius. Moments later, they find you curled into a ball, shivering and whimpering in your sleep. They tut, shaking their heads.

"I really wish you would ask for help, my dear," they whisper to themselves, kneeling until they are level with you. They press a hand to your forehead, allowing some of their warmth to seep into your skin. "Allow me to lay to rest whatever is troubling you inside that noggin' of yours, love, or at least let me stand beside you. Do not hide from me."

Umbra: Usually, Umbra spends their nights curled up at your window or lying beside you, guarding your sleep against those who might impose. It mostly depends on you. They like watching you fall asleep pressed against them because sometimes, on occasion, they allow their own eyes to shut. They do not need to, but being with you inspires hopes of ordinary domesticity; it reminds them to live.

But it never lasts long. The moment you shift in your sleep, and the fidgeting and the whimpering starts, Umbra is awake and alert. They once asked S what they might do to help in such a situation, but there is no magic cure, just reassurance. "I am here," they whisper, unsure if you can hear. "You are safe. You are safe." The words are a safety net they sometimes question whether they know how to wield.

You wake with a start, shoving yourself to the other side of the bed, chest heaving and hands shaking. You stare at Umbra, eyes wide, fear gripping your throat. "I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?"

"No," Umbra replies simply. "You never could."

"Would you prefer me to sleep elsewhere?"

"Why would I prefer that?" They query, cocking their head to one side. "I cannot protect you if you are anywhere else."

(Hopefully this was okay!)

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentines Day Shana!! 💕💕 Sybok and Jim contiuation? I wanna see more of Sybok teasing the shit out of Spock for his oblivious crush

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

It's rude to speak in a language not everyone present speaks, however Sybok became immune to social niceties around the time his father stopped bringing him to official functions. He switches to High Vulcan to say, "We can tell her I picked you up off an Orion slave ship."

Uhura's right eye twitches.

"She can understand you," Jimmy says. "She's a xenolinguist."

Bones's eyes narrow. He's so much more indignant in person than in the background of Jimmy's video calls. "What are you going on about now? I hate when you do this. I always feel like you're planning how to dispose of my body."

Jimmy had told him that Bones had started studying Vulcan. He'd also told him that he was incredibly bad at it, but not everyone can be Jimmy, which was realistically probably for the best.

He drops down to standard Vulcan to say, "Ah, so you have a talented tongue," since there's really no way to say that in High Vulcan that's a double entendre. It doesn't help that most of their potentially risque phrases are hand rather than mouth oriented, but he's learned to make do.

Spock turns an unhealthy shade of pale as his eyes widen the tiniest amount in abject horror.

Uhura raises her eyebrow in a way that reminds him of his brother. "To master a language is the study of a lifetime. I would be most appreciative if you were to give me a hand in achieving this endeavor."

Spock's skin flushes and he looks around like he's seriously considering running away from this conversation.

Sybok is delighted.

"Uhurua!" Jimmy shouts, hands on his hips. "Come on! I say that to you and you don't even let me buy you a drink, but you'll just proposition Sybok in the middle of the hallway?"

"She did what?" Bones hisses.

That is one possible interpretation of her words.

"I might have gotten around to propositioning you too," she says, "if you hadn't gotten your ass beat."

"Okay, I think I did okay, actually," Jimmy argues while Bones's face morphs into an expression eerily similar to Spock's.

He loves Earth.

[albaake]

Are you tired of the small old cats and lambs? Looking for something with a new spice~? Something with a new edge? Well look no further as the-

Okay jokes over, it ain't that kind of show lol.

However, Crowne is here to answer all you're diehard questions~! (Or desires, it depends if he's feeling up to it).

Crowne somehow gained full reign of the ask box and being the nosey crown he is, will be checking it occasionally. He noticed he has a little fanbase since his arrival and will happily greet his adoring fans, so be sure to reblog the news to everyone~