#listen idk what you expected

[candiedlavender]

i was tagged by @glownery to make a moodboard out of the first nine pictures on my pinterest<3

[elyasdoodles]

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[separatist-apologist]

Feyre: Rhysand is my mate and I'm telling you this to your face.

Also Feyre: If you try and break my mating bond, I'm going to ruin your life.

Also Feyre: If you drag me back to Spring against my will, I'll destroy everything you love.

Tamlin: Break her mating bond so I can drag her back to Spring and we can start over.

Also Tamlin: I can't believe you destroyed everything I love and ruined my life!

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[oswaldpettyeyeart]

blue blood.

my commissions are open!

[sittinginthecorneralone]

Listening to music rn n this song got me thinking of Toxic!Ghostface!Amber…

cw; Violence, murder, abusive and controlling behavior, I mean it’s a toxic relationship what do you expect

She was sweet at first—you had absolutely zero clue of the person she actually was. Mistook her possessiveness for clinginess, her bitter attitude towards your friends for her simply not being a very sociable person. Boy, were you dead wrong about her.

It didn’t take long for her to show her true colors. You wanted to go out with your friends? No, no, you can’t leave her. Why do you need to go with them, anyways? What’s so fun about them? Ambers right here..

You can’t have friends, you learned. Can’t be close with nobody, for that matter. Not even family. Amber didn’t like when you were around anyone besides her. She made that very clear. When you had been invited over to your best friends house, under the illusion it was them texting you—only to be met with the sickening scent of iron, red, everywhere, and oh my god you were going to fucking faint—

The body of your friend, all mangled up in their living room. Practically unrecognizable. A figure coming from behind you—bloodied knife in hand, ghostface mask on. The person reached to take it off, revealing.. Amber? By then, your mind was racing, and you can’t think, the rest of the night a blur of shouting, blood, and Amber. Although there was one moment you distinctly remembered—when Amber had knocked you to your knees right beside the body, her hand in your hair, making sure you were looking. “You see this, babe? This is your fault.”

Your fault. Those words burning into your memory. You stopped talking to the rest of your friends, after that. Your family, too. Blocked everyone. You didn’t want anyone else to end up dead, just because you spoke to them. And you probably should report this to the authorities, get Amber arrested or something. But you were scared. Too scared to do so. Scared of what she might do to you before the cops got to her. You stopped going out as often. Not like you could, anyways. She was practically isolating you.

She wouldn’t let you leave. No, not without her permission. Not without her. She’d grab you by the wrist when you tried to storm out the house, pulling you back. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” She’d hiss, a dangerous look on her face. You can’t leave—She won’t allow it. The one time you had managed to slip out while she was sleeping, she had fucking tracked you down like some hunter to its prey, dragging you back home.

Almost always had her hands on you. If not, she had her eyes on you, watching you from wherever she was, made sure to keep you in her line of sight. It’s why it was so hard to leave—even while she was sleeping, she was clinging to you tightly. It wasn’t like cuddling—had her arms wrapped around your waist, tightly, it almost hurt sometimes. Pulled up against her, held you like you were merely a doll. Strong, even in her damn sleep. She was a light sleeper, too. Would jostle awake at the slightest bit of movement from you.

You were getting sick of it—how close she kept you to her, how you weren’t able to go out and be your own person, how she possessed and control you. Constantly arguing, or, no. More like you, tears in your eyes, begging for her to leave you be, while she denied, denied, denied. Threw harsh, cruel words your way, called you demeaning names. It always ended with you losing—she’s not giving you up that easily. Hell, she started to threaten you. “I’ll kill your whole fucking family if you leave me!” “I’ll kill myself!” “I’ll kill you!”. You snapped, once, though. Started to actually fight back.

Shouting at the dark-haired woman. The fight only getting more heated and aggressive, Amber pissed, approaching you—and you had slapped her across the face. A heavy silence falling over the two of you for a long moment. Ambers hand rubbing her cheek, looking in a daze.. until that dangerous look was back in her eyes. All that fiery energy back, tenfold. You woke up the next morning with bruises scattered around everywhere.

Now your arguments were ten times worse—getting physical, more brutal. You pull a knife on her, you slap her, she kicks you down, she pins you, she hurts you. You always came out more injured than she did. Never stood a chance against her, in the first place.

It was a constant loop. Silence, something pissing off Amber, arguing, fighting, sleeping, repeat. The situation seeming more and more hopeless with every bruise, every threat, everything. You can’t leave. You know that. She’ll track you down before you can get far enough away, she’ll go after your family, she’ll kill you before you can even get close to escaping. Had no choice but to stay.

You were hers, y’know. Till death do you part.

[tommysm0ondust]

as a young trans guy who isn't on any kind of hormones or anything like that, I can't wait for the day I can finally start.

I can't wait for my body to change and slowly become what I want it to be.

I wanna be able to wear feminine clothing without crying.

I wanna have stubble.

I want people to look at me and see me as a boy.

I want to look at myself and truly believe I'm a boy.

I wanna be able to look in my reflection and know that the person I'm looking at is Tommy. This is who I am and who I've always wanted to be.

it's not that I'm upset with how I look now, though, don't take it that way.

I do look pretty masculine.

I still wear crop tops and things more traditionally feminine.

but when I think of myself, Tommy, this isn't who I think of.

I think of whatever I will see when I look in the mirror someday in the future.

sometimes dysphoria can make me so upset, I'll get close to crying, I'll hate the way my body is.

but to get to where you wanna be, you've gotta go through the roads, right?

there's shortcuts that make things seem quicker, but you'll end up getting stopped by a red light later on.

and if you hate the ride there, you won't enjoy getting there in the end. you'll be exhausted and you'll just want to leave again.

but if you enjoy the ride, no matter how long or difficult it is, you'll be happy and ready to enjoy your time there as well.

that's what really keeps me going most of the time.

I can't wait to meet the Tommy I want to be, one day when looking in the mirror.

sorry for the long post, this was written at 3 am.

it probably should have just gone in the notes app but isn't that the same as Tumblr? ......no? shut up.

[vaugarde]

transphobia aside, its also a huge pet peeve of mine when people are like “oh tee hee i havent actually engaged with the canon material at all aside from maybe a few clips on youtube, but ive decided the canon is stupid shit anyways and fanon is all that matters!” like not only does that just feel disrespectful and rude for no good reason, especially in the context of indie creators, but it personally annoys me as someone who always overthinks this shit and has several tabs open when im just making headcanons or whatever, let alone writing a fic. like you just dont care? what’s the point, then?

[camels-pen]

consider sanuso bodyswap where Sanji is of course "admiring" Usopp's body and Usopp is trying desperately to keep himself from getting worked up so that he doesn't light himself on fire.

Luffy and Chopper are not helping. They are in fact doing the opposite of helping. They've ramped up their pranks and are doing anything possible to get Usopp angry so that he combusts, freaks out, and then dives into the ocean to put himself out. They think it's hilarious.

Nami and Brook are Also not helping, since they're conspiring with Sanji to put on a fashion show with Usopp's body. Sanji called it "not wasting a precious opportunity to get him in something other than overalls". Usopp called it mutiny and he was gonna- dive into the ocean, holy fuck Sanji why is it so easy to catch fire?!

Best part about this is that Sanji assured him, several times, that his body doesn't get hurt by catching fire. Usopp still jumps into the ocean every time.

Robin pipes up at one point, asking if Sanji was immune to just his own flames or all flames. Sanji just kind of shrugs and said it depends. Franky, having just been leisurely watching all of this gets an idea. Would his Franky Fireball hurt Sanji's body or just give him more fire to work with?

He tries to coax Usopp into agreeing to test it out and, somehow, he manages it. Albeit, Usopp is all knocking knees and chattering teeth, a very odd sight from 'Sanji'. As part of the deal though, he can only shoot a fireball the size of his hand.

Usopp meant his small hand. The one Franky used for tinkering and fine detail work. He did not, however, clarify this.

So, when a fireball the size of Franky's big hand comes out, well. Usopp runs for his goddamn life.

It takes him a few moments- and the voices of his friends sounding distant and below him- to realize he hadn't, in fact, run to the men's quarters, but rather into the fucking sky.

And oooooh, boy he is gonna kill Sanji one of these days. Why was his body's first fucking instinct when running to go up, what the actual HELL-

Usopp lit himself on fire again.

He curses out Sanji as his Sky Walk fails in the same moment and he plummets towards the deck.

[ostropest]

I'm so getting a good grade in therapy

[sepiasys]

Went out to check in w/place we interviewed at. Had a breakdown in the fucking place. Person we needed to see wasn't there. Ended up feeling like a complete fool by the end of it. Had another breakdown heading home. Gonna try again at 9.

[lifesver]

i just wish to say all lelands friendships are so important to him, but i do especially find his friendships w the girls very sweet. connie teaches him yes you should be yourself and cringe and the right people will like you when you're yourself and the wrong people will see themselves out. and that it is ok to love who you love and it's not weird. and maria teaches him it's good to be soft it's good to have an open heart being kind to others is about believing in the best in them. seeing the best in everything, really, and the beauty in a moment, in a field of flowers, in anything. and julie teaches him boys do cry and it doesn't matter what someone says you can be anything you want and do anything you want. and that you should trust yourself and your feelings and also you don't have to be ashamed of those feelings. the girls in gen bringing him out of his shell in other ways too like yes pretty boy you can wear more than blue and brown if you want to

[katierosefun]

oh there's something particularly painful about my mister in that dong hoon tells ji an that as long as no one knows, it's no big deal, and there's something particularly painful about how ji an tells dong hoon that sometimes, i want [my secret] to play out on big screens for everyone to see, and there's something particularly painful about how the second dong hoon meets the loan shark tormenting ji an, he starts screaming and yelling about how she's just a kid, how could you do that to a kid, and there's something particularly painful about how dong hoon doesn't even let ji an know he did that, but ji an knows. she knows because she was listening in the entire time and she just starts crying because someone actually knows this ugly, sad part of her and still took her side, and something particularly painful about how my mister started with as long as no one knows, it's no big deal but really concludes with there is so much risk in having someone know who you are but there's also so much comfort and peace to be found in that, too and maybe you shouldn't isolate yourself and maybe you should reach for that kind of comfort in being known and loved anyways

[gibbearish]

idk, its just. like. a person comes up to you with their heart cradled in their hands. says it is broken, says it hurts. places it in your hands, asks you to please make it stop and trusts you to fix it. wouldnt you be scared, too? wouldn't you be haunted by visions of you tripping and shattering it beyond repair, of driving the thing thats hurting them even further down so that maybe no one can ever get it out, of someone in their deepest darkest moment trusting you with their life and you fucking it up? how could that ever feel like anything but defusing a bomb? trust is such a valuable thing, a powerful thing, a delicate thing, and the more you have the more you get given and the more careful you have to be with it because what if someday you drop it and break it and it turns out you never should have been given it in the first place. wouldnt you be scared?