#oh baby i'm sad

[expelliarmus]

[deadmomjokes]

The pregnanter I get, the more my dog is realizing she can play Poor Pitiful Baby to bend the rules.

I used to be the authoritarian. I was the one she would listen to no matter what. Now she gives me a sad pout and a tiny whimper and it takes all my willpower to not give in and pick her up at the dinner table.

She can sense it. The Mommy instincts are increasing. The irrepressible urge to Baby It is expanding. Soon I will not be able to resist. She knows this. She now acts pitiful for me almost exclusively. She don't whine at my husband like this. She don't sit her chin plaintively on my daughter's leg and give a whiny sigh. Just me. And it's sooooo close to working.

Lend me your strength, or else drop an F in the chat, I'm done for

[souenkun]

Pokemon monopoly johto edition at my house, 7 pm sharp today!!!! 🗣🗣🗣

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

[crazysnakey]

Vislor Turlough my beloved you are so so special to me because of. how circular you are when you start off, character and motivations. his life in exile is basically a loop between "I want to go home (I want to be somewhere I belong)" and "I can never return home (I will never find a place where I belong)" and. and idk but that hurts and kind of reminds me of the doctor.

like. you want to go home. you can never go home. it’s all you’ve ever known. you have no idea what’s happening there. it’s where you were born and raised. you don’t know how things have changed since you left. it’s associated with your good memories, of family and friends and education. it’s also associated with some of your worst memories, of war and death and separation. but you want to go home. that’s the problem, isn’t it? you can’t help yearning for it, that familiarity that can’t be replicated anywhere else. it’s your home, your people, you don’t know where else to go, where else you could go. you can't go home. if you go back you will be exiled again or executed. but it’s the one place you may truly belong, you're tired of being an outsider and you want to be somewhere you belong. you will always be an outsider, you will never find somewhere you belong. you want to go home. you can never go home.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

God Shauna I wish your life would've been different.

[cindthia]

Whumptober Day 6

When she'd stood across from him at age 9, holding his clammy hand in hers as she pledged herself to him, Jeannemary Chatur fully intended to die for her necromancer one day. It wasn't that she planned on seeking death, of course–her foremost duty was to protect him, and she couldn't continue doing that if she was dead. But she knew, as citizens of the Fourth so vividly did, that death would reach her eventually. And there was no greater death she could imagine than sacrificing herself in the service of her necromancer, her own bloom of thanergy one last gift.

She had never imagined a world in which he would die first. That she had been made to watch was even worse.

She was there, she was right there, and she should've done something. She should've been faster, or smarter, or had biceps the size of Gideon the Ninth's. Barring that, she should have been allowed to take it down, to take vengeance upon the thing that had killed Isaac, or at the very least to die trying. But she was picked up, no matter how hard she kicked and thrashed and bit, and dragged away from her necromancer’s body and the thing that killed him like she was barely anything at all; an angry kitten with no claws.

“I want to die,” she said, and she meant it. 

“Tough luck,” said Gideon the Ninth.

She cried herself into a fitful sleep, and when she was woken by tendrils of bone piercing her flesh, she had one brief moment of life left to hear Isaac’s words echo in her head: “It’s stupid to get killed if it doesn’t help.”

[beeholyshit]

What would u do if I told you I'm about to adopt another baby?

[braceletofteeth]

I was tagged by @zeesqueere 🧡

Rules: Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

Fireside

Bloom Later

Caving In

Strange Enough

Hey Ma

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tagging: @srabaskerville @softneomiro @somebodycallixii @saturnskyline @scarefox why do I follow so many people whose urls' start with the letter S 🤔... 🙃 anyway, as usual, only if you'd like to <3

[kittymaryam-thebrowniefairy]

I'm missing you~ 🥺😔

[starwarsshippings]

i love how one of the main takeaways from the episode was that seeing an actual real human child fighting in the clone wars made us all realize how fucked it was instead of just seeing a bunch of pixels walking around voiced by an adult woman lol

[jackalmeat]

Mostly just throwing spaghetti at my own mental wall and seeing what sticks, but I have Unorganized And Poorly Articulated Thoughts about the fact that Ekko and Jinx are around the same age, lost their guardians and peer groups at the same time and in a deeply traumatic way, etc.; and yet I feel like Ekko's status as a victim of their broken, oppressive, and exploitative social landscape doesn't receive remotely the same acknowledgment or weight as Jinx's.

While I'm sure that that's due in large part to the fact that Ekko has been successful at building a sense of healthy, mutualistic belonging + community with others in a way that Jinx clearly hasn't, it's nonetheless worth noting that [A] he had to build that and learn how to take care of both himself and others when he was still a child, and the maturity he exhibits is a direct and tragic result of his boyhood being cut violently short; and [B] failing to acknowledge him meaningfully as a victim and a kid, just because he seems to have 'turned out okay' or some-such, reads very distinctly to me like an extension of the documented tendency in our own world for people to "adultify" young black boys due to perceiving them as older, less innocent, and more threatening/less in need of protection than their white peers.

[b4kuch1n]

gonna start subjecting u lot to my rambling abt classic viet authors

[unabashednightmarepizza]

With AO3 being down, I realized that how much I'm dependent on it and Tumblr. That's no saying I don't enjoy Wattpad, because we all have been there, but my precious babies... my works and bookmarked fics are all in there...

As soon as it's back up, I'm downloading all of them! Especially my Baldwin work "Simoom"! I spent a year to write that until that point and I'm not letting it go to waste! I might as well make a book in Wattpad but yet again, it's not for certain that those fuckers who are trying to destroy the fanfic sites wouldn't attack there either.

Either way, I'm so sad... Like, I feel like my loved one is fighting in world war and I'm waiting for him to be back helplessly kind of sad... I didn't even get sad that much whenever my relatives had a problem...

[achillean-knight]

JUST watched a video about the Afton's and I really love their British accents, but I've seen people dislike it so.... I'm curious. Reblogs or comments welcomed, I really want to know people's thoughts on this!

[real-life-cloud]

U know I'm deciding rn. If I'm still single at 30 then I am just Having a goddamn baby