#please be kind

[bobowbeau]

“I’m a human police officer!”

Final painting after 24 hours!

[enii]

🐻🌼🌻🦋💕

[tojislittlelambie]

ᨳ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ TOJI x FEM ! READER — 𖥻 1 ྀིა

summary : you wearing toji’s shirt, curled up in his lap, your face in the crook of toji’s neck. he absentmindedly plays with your hair while scrolling on his phone ♡

he could stay right here forever. you had just gotten out of the shower, hair still damp as you placed yourself in his lap, wearing nothing but his black tee over your white lace panties he had bought you the other day, with a ribbon on the rubber band.

you snuggle up to him, cheek pressed against his huge shoulder as your arms clutch limply at his sides.

he can feel his heart beat quicken inside his chest and wraps one of his huge hands around your waist, making sure you don't slip off his thigh as he adjusts his posture.

"y'tired, angel ?" he asks you, voice low, or at least as low as his deep tone could go, as he stares down at you with tenderness glazing over his apparently indifferent gaze.

he practically groans from how cute you look when you move your pretty head to stare up at him with stars in your eyes, shaking your head softly. "am good, just wanna stay like this for a while, toj'..." you mumble softly, going back to your initial position.

you could hear the silent roaring of cars driving by under your open window, the otherwise silence of nighttime taking over your senses and allowing you to relax fully after such a long day.

toji holds you closer to him when he hears your content sigh, his other hand holding his phone as he scrolls through the planning for tomorrow's horse races.

you move your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cheap shampoo filling your nose and making you feel at home. this was what toji was to you. home.

"that tickles y'know ?" he reminds you, calloused fingers now going through your hair smoothly, making you hum once again.

toji discards his phone away, both of his arms wrapping tightly around your frame. head leaned back, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply.

you both stay like this for who knows how long, ressourcing yourself in the others' warmth, forgetting about the world for a while, long enough for your hearts to sync together.

you look up to see toji had already been staring at you with a look you couldn't quite decifer, something in between raw pain and pure adoration. "let's get you to bed, pretty. y're freezin'" he murmurs, large hand rubbing your bare thigh to create some friction.

you close your eyes once more, leaning on his broad shoulders as he stands up with you in his arms, his hold on you secure, and you knew he'd never let you go, never let you fall, not without falling with you at least.

[crowleys-curl]

PSA - #neil gaiman

Almost a month has passed now since the airing of Neil Gaiman’s alleged sexual abuse of two young women (I use that caveat to protect not him, but myself), and apparently now a third has come forward. Am I surprised? No. After all, where there’s smoke there’s usually fire, right? What I am is weary. Because this type of behaviour is of course not new – the powerful (and most often men) using their power and prestige to manipulate those who look up to them for their own pleasure, and perhaps as a salve to their own insecurities – about getting older, or about how great a maker they really are, when they look into their secret souls. Ok, so I guess I'm angry, too.

I haven’t written here about this before. I tend to worry about saying the wrong things, which I know is something I need to work on. But seeing so many fellow fans continue to tag their creative fandom content with the #neilgaiman tag makes me sad. I don’t want to miss out on having season 3 of Good Omens produced, but I think all of us who consume this media have a responsibility to not cover over these ugly truths. Even if you don’t feel comfortable speaking up, you can make small gestures, like not posting your fandom content with Neil’s tag – that way, the voices speaking up (whatever their angle – that’s what free speech is about, after all) will be better heard. And those fans who aren’t yet aware, since mainstream media seem disinterested at best at this point, might become better informed. Or at least aware.

Losing respect for someone you once looked up to in any way is a grieving process, and we all deserve the opportunity to undergo that. For me, Good Omens was my introduction to Neil Gaiman’s work (and Terry’s, too). But more so, I was inspired by his advice about writing; the small encouragements, the idea that even if you could sometimes only pen 50 words a day you could still write a book. And while I may no longer look at him with respect or for creative guidance, I refuse to let go of the renewed loved for writing and image making I’ve found since that last episode of season 2 grabbed me by the metaphorical lapels and changed me forever.

I love this fandom. A little part of my soul has found a home here with you all. I will continue to create and add to the world of Good Omens that belongs to all of us. And to believe the victims.

[suspectedtrash]

Tired and losing motivation!

[crowleysgirl56]

The world is on fire. It’s been on fire for a while now. I have struggled severely for the last few years with attempting to find any happiness in anything. I’ve always loved Good Omens, but it become such a specific hyper focus since season 2 aired, and for once I found a tiny little space in the corner of the internet that I could consider my happy place. This fandom and everyone in it finally brought me a little happiness again. It is now on fire too. So yeah, I’m going to pull away for a little while.

To everyone who is randomly getting anonymous inbox messages from people screaming at you that you’re a terrible person because you like “that pedo David Tennant” (like I have been, I assume it’s the same random person targeting a bunch of people), I feel for you, I’m with you, I’m sending you my thoughts and love, I hope you can just ignore, delete, not engage and move on.

For those who are upset over everything that has occurred with the allegations against Neil Gaiman, you’re feelings are valid. You can separate the art from the artist. You can feel angry with him, sympathy for the victims, and sad that it could affect season 3. All things can be true at once.

So let’s remember a few things:

1) his actions are creepy at best and abhorrent at worst.

2) believing women means giving them the space and time to hear what they have to say, afford them empathy, and not dismiss them outright.

3) the court of public opinion is not the place to make judgment.

4) Boris Johnson’s sister, who is connected to TERF ideology, dropping a podcast the day before a significant general election may perhaps not be the best bastion of truth.

5) screaming at each other won’t solve anything. Please be kind.

So I’m going to take a step back for a bit, touch some grass, and hope the fires are slightly more under control when I get back.

[adharastarlight]

Happy Hide From The Marauders Fandom Day for those who celebrate!!!

[xactodreams]

Are you ever so gay you end a 15 year drawing hiatus?

[sapphicseasapphire]

… yeah.

Yeah, okay. I’m not okay. I feel so numb. I am exhausted. I feel like I have nothing to say.

I refuse to fall to this. I refuse to let myself be consumed. I’m opening emergency art requests. It can be anything. I can’t come up with a single creative idea and I think I need to do something. Send an ask with a prompt, I’ll see what I can do.

[enii]

Please be kind💕

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody.

Brad Montague

[puffyrice]

I’ve been debating whether to talk about this stuff on here, but I need to just get it out somewhere.

I’m disabled. I talk every once in a while about it on here, but I got really sick a month into my first semester of nursing school. I have lupus, fibromyalgia, POTS, and Ehler’s Danlos Syndrome. When I got lupus it caused me to be so sick I could barely walk at all for about 4 months.

I got on all the meds and I do PT, but I am physically disabled. I have terrible fatigue and chronic pain. My pain isn’t really well managed yet, and I walk with a cane. It’s hard for me to be on my feet for more than an hour or so with my cane, depending on the day. Every day is unpredictable.

I’ve been forcing my way through nursing school by sheer stubbornness, even though it makes me seriously ill. I really actually love being in school. I love studying and learning and I’m even tutoring other nursing students this semester.

This semester is my first hospital clinical, which starts this Friday. The thing is, there is a not zero chance that my body literally can’t handle 9 hours of clinical.

Before I was sick I happily did 12+ hours as a vet tech. Now, I have a hard time getting up the stairs or going to the store most days.

There is a chance I will have to leave school, whether it be temporary or permanent. I tried to be able to split my clinical into 2 half days, but they declined that.

So, I may not be able to be a student or a nurse, even though it’s what I love. I’m trying really hard not to connect my whole identity to this goal, but it’s hard not to when I’m so passionate about it.

Anyway. I really appreciate anyone who read all this. I’ll post an update after my Friday rotation.

I’m terrified and heartbroken at how my life suddenly got all flipped around by chronic illness. I hope I can keep giving you the content I love sharing so much.

[aouiaa]

okay HIII!! i’ve been talking to these two wonderful people @dyk3ang3l and @elliesprettygirl a lot recently about this fic i had in mind!! Now I am a beginner in writing and to be fair i am terrified about this flopping but yk new year, new me right? … ANYWAYS!! 😭😭 yeah I’m currently writing a fic about the reader being presumably died after the case runs cold BUT turns out she’s not!! SHOCKER AM I RIGHT?! But it turns out she’s got taken by enslavers and ill be explaining the two year timeline of the readers life as a prisoner and also how she got captured. A lot of graphic shit will be present (in like part 2 and 3) so if this isn’t your cup of tea don’t read! a bunch of angst a lot of it and i’m thinking of a 4 part series should be good!! also did i mention this is in the tlou universe..no? okay well now you know 😭😭 it’s also heavily based off of the santa barbara section in case you didn’t know so i’ll try to post it before Monday of next week! please comment if you have any tips for writing or wanna be tagged! (:

if you have any questions or thoughts shared them in the comments! i’d love to hear what you have to say :D

[0-lilac-and-gooseberries-0]

Hey there ✌️

[soupbaddie]

A Day With the Pavel Family

*only suitable for mature audiences, 18+*

While this story is fine for 13+, future parts will not be.

This story contains spoilers pertaining to Najuma and Hodari quest lines.

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"Hey! Your dad said you were wanting some tea, so I brought you some sweet leaf."

Najuma had just barely made it out of her room, still yawning, before I started talking to her.

"Oh! Um.. thanks! This will be great after dinner tonight. Thanks, Em."

I couldn't get out a reply before she took off out the front door, saying something about not wanting to forget her newest idea.

I sat back down on the couch and picked up my book. I had spent the last hour reading, waiting for Najuma to wake up. I started my day early in the hopes of getting a sernuk before it was too hot to hunt. Luckily it didn't take me too long, so I came here right after and got straight to reading.

"Hey, darlin'."

I was so lost in my book, I didn't even see or hear Hodari come through the door.

"What are you doing here so earlier? I don't usually see you 'til lunch time," he said, while giving me a grin.

"I could ask you the same. You should work while it's still cool out. Also, how did you know I was here?"

He nodded toward the door and said, "I saw Najuma come out of here with a pep in her step and I knew that meant she'd seen you."

I looked down and smiled as he made his way to the couch to sit by me. He put a hand on my thigh and I could feel a tingle move up my leg and to my spine. His touch always felt so new and made my heart race.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?"

"Oh. Nothing," I replied. "I was just out and thought I'd try to make the day easier for you by getting some steaks for dinner. Lucky for you, I was successful." I looked up at him and he was already looking back at me.

"You know you don't have to do that for me," he said quietly.

"I know but now it's one less thing for you to worry about."

"Well, I really appreciate it, Ember. You take good care of Najuma and me."

He gave my thigh a light squeeze and I felt a wave of nerves run through me.

"I wish I could help out more but, I'm a better hunter than I am a miner."

He chuckled. "Well, how about you join me in the mines today and I can give you a few tips."

"I'd like that."

He stood up and grabbed my hand to help me up then led me out the door.

I waved at Najuma as we made our way towards the mines. She smiled and waved back but I knew she was upset that she couldn't join. I was slowly convincing Hodari to let her back in the mines but it was taking more time than I'd hoped.

As we got closer, I started to feel some nervous energy creeping up inside of me. I had been working on my skills and was really hoping Hodari would notice. I didn't want him to feel like all his help in the past had been ignored. He had more patience with me than he should've and I felt like I needed to prove that I was worth the work.

"Alright, Ember, let me see what you got."

I swung the pick above my head and using the weight of it, came back down on some iron in front of me. It didn't do much but at least I hit my target this time.

"Not too bad, darlin'. You're getting better at this. Move your legs further apart, they're too close together. Now give it another swing."

I pulled back the pick again, and with better balance, was able to come down with a little more force.

"That's it. Nice swing, Em."

I let out the breath I had been holding and gave him a nod. When I went to hit a third time, I swung back too fast and lost my balance. I dropped the pick in the hopes of moving my hands in time to catch myself. Before I hit, I felt Hodari catch me.

"Take it a little slower next time. There's no rush," he said as he helped me back to my feet.

"I know we just started, but I think I'll take a break. That pick is always heavier than I remember. I'll come back once I catch my breath."

He gave me a nod of approval and I took off to find some shade. I sat under a tree close enough to the mines to see Hodari at work. He was great at his job and all those years of hard work really showed. He was strong. I could feel it when he caught me. He held me like I didn't weigh more than the pick I was swinging. I sat back and admired him. His face was so still and focused. His stance was firm and unmoving in a way I knew I'd never conquer. And his arms, his chest...

I got a weird feeling in my stomach and turned to look at something else. Any time I really stopped to look at him, these feelings would come. I wasn't very familiar with them. Existing was still pretty new.

When I arrived here, I had no idea what being human meant. I knew the basics of being alive, but I had almost no memory of where I came from or what I was before arriving. Everything I did and saw were firsts for me. The foundation of who I was was there, but nothing was built on it.

I pulled a book out of the bag I had been carrying. It wasn't the one I had thought it was but it would do.

"Stalking Prey for Beginners," I read out loud. Not as entertaining as the romance novels Caleri introduced me to but still good enough to keep me reading.

After some time passed, Hodari made his way towards me wiping sweat from his brow.

"It'll be dark by the time we get back. Don't want to keep Najuma waiting," he said.

I hadn't even realized it had gotten so late. I'd spent the whole day reading this damn book... and occasionally staring at Hodari.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I never went back to help. I got lost in reading."

I looked down, a little embarrassed, and he chuckled.

"You know I don't mind, darlin'. I'm glad you found some time for yourself to relax. You deserve that. "Now let's head back." He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the house.

Najuma was already inside waiting for us. She was at the table writing notes about her latest creation. She had yet to tell me what it is but I knew she would when she was ready for a test subject.

"Hodari, you go clean up and I'll start prepping dinner. Once you're done, I'll go next," I said.

"Sure thing, darlin." He kissed my hand then headed outside.

"So, what did you get up to today?" I asked Najuma as I started washing some potatoes.

"Oh, the same as always. Wait until dad is out of the workshop then get started on my latest projects."

She paused then said, "I found one of your books. But don't worry, I won't tell my dad."

I felt my face get hot and turned to her. "You didn't read it did you?" I started to panic.

She let out a laugh then said, "No way. I'm not into your romance books. Seeing you and my dad is gross enough."

A breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she thought it was just some dumb romance novel. I'd hate to find out it's my fault she was introduced to smut.

Once I had calmed down, I got back to prepping the potatoes while waiting for Hodari to come back.

"Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, darlin'. I'll take it from here."

He walked in smiling while rubbing his hair with a towel

"Oh! Perfect timing. The steaks are ready for the grill and that's definitely your job."

He laughed and took the steaks outside to cook. I followed before heading for the outdoor bathing area around the house. I washed the dirt off my skin and out of my hair and tried my best to get all the dust out of my clothes. It wasn't perfect, but I felt so much better and much more presentable.

By the time I was done, dinner was ready and the table inside was set. We all sat and enjoyed the meal.

Najuma told us about how Auni was bothering her again about joining him in bug hunting. Hodari talked about a promising new mine. To everyone's surprise, he asked Najuma to join him in checking it out and to come up with a game plan for getting it open.

He's getting there. This is a step in the right direction. I know he's having a hard time letting her back in but I think he's starting to see that keeping her from her Path is only making their relationship worse.

"I'm gonna make some tea. Do you want to try some, Em?"

"I would love some! Thank you," I replied.

She had an excited smile on her face as she got out another teacup.

Once brewed, she brought me the tea. It smelled earthy yet sweet with a hint of mint. I took a sip, and it was delicious. I know Najuma could tell I liked it because she reassured me there were plenty of leaves for another cup or two.

We all sat in silence for a while. This was pretty typical of the Pavel family and I didn't mind. I enjoyed the comfortable quiet that came with being around them.

"Thank you for trying the tea, Ember. My mom and I used to enjoy a some after dinner together. It's nice being able to do that with someone again." Najuma said quietly as she spoke into her cup. I reached out my hand and placed it on her forearm.

"Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Najuma. I'm honored," I said.

She gave me a shy but happy smile and we went back to our tea.

Hodari reached under the table, put a hand on my knee and gave it squeeze. When I looked to him, he had a soft, happy grin on his face. If he wasn't proud of me for the mining, he was for this moment. 

"Well, I'm going to bed!" Najuma said as she hopped from her chair and made her way to her bedroom. We all knew she wasn't actually going to sleep but at least she pretended to.

"Don't stay up too late, now. I want you up bright and early to check out that new spot," Hodari said, but she was in her room before he even finished.

He let out a sigh and I stood up from the table.

"Leavin' so soon, darlin?"

"Not unless you want me to stay a little longer. And if you do, might I suggest we move to a more comfortable spot? Like the couch?"

"Of course I want you to stay. I can't seem to get enough time with you."

We made our way to the living area and sat down. He put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I saw you lost in that book today." Hodari said.

"The hunting one?" I asked.

"No, the one you forgot on the table."

I felt my face get hot. I let out a nervous laugh then replied, "Oh, that? Its nothing. Just a dumb romance book." I was too embarrassed to look at him.

"Well, I won't 5 it didn't look like nothin'," he said as he gave me a sly smile then let out a chuckled.

"So what're you plans for tomorrow, Em? If you're in the area, you're welcome to come by and say hi. You know I'll always make time for you."

I looked up into his eyes and something inside me was begging me to ask him if I could just stay forever. Not only do I hate the long walk out here but I hate always having to say goodbye.

He could tell something was wrong because his expression changed to concern when he said, "Is there something bothering you, darlin'? You can talk to me."

I couldn't even look at him when I replied, "I was wondering if you'd ever be interested in letting me stay the night?"

He started fumbling for words.

"Well, I, um, I haven't really thought about it."

I knew he was lying, but I could see a little bit of fear in his eyes.

"It's okay. I don't want to push you. I know you want to take this slow, and I understand that. But, I want you to know that I'm ready whenever you're ready."

I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, Em. I'm scared. I'm scared to get close again. I don't want to get hurt, I don't want to hurt you, and I especially don't want Najuma to go through that kind of pain again... From someone leaving... I know I shouldn't worry, but I want to make sure I'm doing this right."

He paused then quietly continued, "When I gave you my pin, I knew I wanted us to be forever."

He was no longer looking at me at this point, so I put my hand on his face and gently turned it towards me.

"Hodari, I will never know how it felt, to go through what you did, but you don't need to be afraid. There is nothing you could do that would make me want to leave." I took a deep breath. "And I decided, long before you gave me your pin, that I wanted to be with you during this life and the next."

I could see the sparkle of a tear in his eye before he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was gentle and it set my chest on fire. All I could think of was him. I was lost in his kiss as the room around us disappeared.

I felt one of his hands cup the back of my head while the other found its way to my hip. He kissed me deeper and I couldn't get enough. I kept one hand on his face and placed the other over his heart. It was beating fast. Faster than I would've expected from someone so stoic.

I don't know how much time had passed before we were interrupted but the creak of a door.

We both jumped in surprise and turned to see Najuma sneaking out for her nightly session in the workshop.

Hodari gave her a disapproving look then said, "I'm just gonna pretend I don't see you sneakin' out right now. But don't forget you have a busy day tomorrow."

Najuma slipped out the front door without saying anything.

Hodari let out a sigh.

"Sorry 'bout that. I should've known she'd be out here soon," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He'd never admit it, but he was embarrassed. Admittedly, I was too.

"It's alright," I said. "You need to be getting to bed soon, anyways. You also have a busy day tomorrow, and it's getting late. I'll stop by breakfast in the morning."

I stood up and made my way towards the front door. I needed to get going or it would be the next day before I even got home.

"Ember, wait."

Hodari stood up and made his way towards me. He took my hands in his.

"Why don't you stay here for the night, darlin'?"

I gasped. "Are you sure? Like, totally sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I'm sure."

"Okay... Well, I can just stay on the couch if that will make you more comfortable."

He gave me a flirtatious smirk before leaning in close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck when he whispered in my ear, "I'll get my bed set for two."

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Hey! If you've read this far, you're a Saint. This came out so much longer than planned. This is my first time writing something that wasn't required of me. I'm still learning and would love feedback. Criticism is welcome as long as it's nice because I take everything personally. If this gets a positive response, I'd love to write a part 2, but it will be NSFW. Let me know, and thanks for reading!

Feel free to share because I'm too scared to 😅