#please stay safe y'all

[monicaaaaatje]

Prompt in which the 118 is working the fires in LA and both Bobby and Athena have basically not slept in 48 hours, worried about their city, if everyone they know is safe, and making those unconfortable jokes of "well it's not like we had build the new house anyways". When Athena walk into the gymnasium of a high school that is being used as a fall out base by first responders, she basically catches the entire 118 asleep on bunk beds and god I just need the adorableness okay <3

[playawner]

I don't know if anyone needs it, but here's my thought:

Look. I may not be American, and I'm not able to vote yet. BUT! I think this is important:

If you're a bigot, BLOCK ME! If you don't think trans or nonbinary people are real, BLOCK ME! If you are activelly racist, BLOCK ME! If you think women should keep their babies no matter if it affects them (physically AND mentally!), BLOCK ME! If you don't think teens should get basic mental health, BLOCK ME! If you agree with far right views, BLOCK ME!

IF YOU VOTED OR SUPPORT PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR TR*MP, BLOCK ME! BEFORE I DO IT BY MYSELF!

YOUR OPINION WILL NEVER BE WELCOME IN THIS ACCOUNT. NOR IT WILL EVER BE IN THE FUTURE. FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK TAKING AWAY BASIC RIGHTS FROM QUEER/WOMEN/POC/NDS/ETC WILL MAKE A COUNTRY BETTER !!!!!

"Oh but I followed you for the art! Not for the politics!" I DO NOT CARE!

"But you aren't American! It won't affect you" I DO NOT CARE!!!!

I CARE ABOUT THIS because I'm afab, nonbinary, latino AND autistic. I CARE because the US is a great power country and if Tr*mp TRULY wins, soon or later it MIGHT affect my or anyone's countries! AND I CARE, BECAUSE I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE GOING THROUGH THIS; I HAVE FRIENDS WHO MAY BE IN DANGER BECAUSE OF THIS; I HAVE FRIENDS WHO VOTED TO NOT HAVE THEIR RIGHTS TAKEN AWAY!!!

For everyone who lives in the US right now: Please stay safe. Know that, if you aren't supporting this, it isn't your fault that the voting went through that way. Find something to distract yourself with. Talk with people if it affects you a lot. Do anything in order to improve your mental health, but also speak up so more people can find out about this.

We'll thrive during these hard times, I promise ❤️‍🩹

[incorrectmilgramquotes]

Shidou: *music starts playing* my legs are dangling off the edge-

[pickleking8]

I am once again looking for a post that I cannot, for the life of me, find. It was Danny/Dick (I forgot the ship name. Death defying? Maybe? Someone tell me please). Anyway, Danny and Dick had been dating for a while, but Dick hadn't told Danny that he's Nightwing, and Danny doesn't know, all the while Dick continuously misses dates, comes back late at night with no explanation, and is generally not a very good boyfriend. Danny is getting depressed. This all comes to a head on their anniversary. Dick goes to work, and Danny spends all day cooking their favorite foods, but Dick gets sidetracked by some vigilante business and never shows up to dinner. So, Danny packs his things, leaves Dick a note and the bracelet Dick gave him, and leaves. Dick comes home a bit later to find the note and bracelet. I think that in some reblogs it went into the headcanon that ghosts get more emotionally attached, so Dick's behavior actually cracked Danny's core (very bad). Danny moves away and blocks Dick, Dick never manages to get back in touch with and apologize to Danny, and I think that Danny gets with Roy or someone else. Dani posts pictures of Danny and the New Boyfriend online and talks about how much happier her brother is without his scumbag ex.

Anyway I would be ecstatic to read this again, so if anyone can find it, I shall award one (1) drawing of a beetle. The finder can specify the type of beetle, or get a randomly selected species. Thank you all!

[mischievousspooks]

Hello beautiful people! I put a few designs on merch, including a brand new Hamato/Progress Flag/anatawa hitorijanai design. To all of my queer family out there, remember - you are not alone. The only way forward is through, and the only way through is together. Love y'all <3

[sheree-says-stuff]

if you're under the age of 18, please stay away from substances and sex.

i know it's normalized, i know people will pressure you to do all sorts of things, and i know it feels like you have to do it all to prove something. but for the love of God please don't. i really don't mean to pull the "you're too young to understand card" bc i'm not much older than you at all, but your brain isn't experienced enough to rationalize consequences of substances and intimacy, especially if you're not educated on it.

you can put yourself in some seriously dangerous situations this way. it's not worth it. once you're an adult and you've educated yourself, you can do anything you want. just be safe. you're not an exception-- you too can accidentally get pregnant or get an incurable STD or drunk drive or green out.

again, i know all of it sounds fun, but people around you can and will be stupid and disregard your safety. so take care of yourself and focus on things that make YOU happy. focus on new hobbies and skills and build on those. learn something new. trust me, you're infinitely cooler if you have a hobby and stay out of trouble.

you're not an exception, so don't be a statistic. stay safe.

[setaflow]

Man. I am so goddamn tired.

[gurorori]

funny daily reminder to MASK UP W THE BEST AVAILABLE RESPIRATOR YA CAN FIND IN YR AREA

[paradoxgavel]

the flu really starts hittin different on day seven of it

[silent-sentinels]

I count my days in billions

Of tiny microbursts.

I’ll keep you close for billions,

The sun will swallow up the earth.

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this is so cute, we are so cutes, thank you thank you :'] <333 <222 cosmos our beloved, y'all our beloveds!! our lil sonas hanging out, rose gold and lavender <3 wish we could give you all the world. thank you for such lovely art, we lov y'all so much <33 <22

[applesaucewithapples]

I myself had a good bowl of chicken and dumplings today. I drew this hoping to transmit some of the good vibes of the soup over the internet.

Things currently suck beyond belief, but I hope all y'all find hope in these trying times. Make sure to take care of yourselves ❤️

[i3utterflyeffect]

Hello, 👋

My name is Abdul Rahman and I am from Gaza 🇵🇸. The war destroyed my life. I lost my home, my job, my education, and my ability to support my family. My family and I suffered serious injuries.😔

I am desperately asking for your help to protect my family, evacuate them from Gaza, and continue my studies and work abroad.

Your donation of just €5 can make a huge impact on our lives and help ensure the safety of my family. My campaign is verified, and you can ask for any details to confirm my story. I promise I'm a real needy person and not a robot or a scammer.

Please consider donating and sharing our story. "My family is waiting and needs your donations." 🙏🙏

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support.

I've reblogged your post-- i hope you all stay safe in these times despite everything, and i hope you get what you need to escape Gaza

[naomiknight-17]

The wildfires in Quebec are so severe we're getting air quality advisories in Toronto

Jesus Christ that's concerning

[tellmegoodbye]

I've had some time to collect my thoughts after a couple of days so here they are even though nobody asked.

I really loved the finale. It was devestating, no doubt, but I think this is their best one yet and I absolutely loved how they handled it. There was so much grieving in this episode, not just from Carlos, but from Owen and Judd as well. But despite everything they chose happiness and the wedding ending up being beautiful and bittersweet and joyful all at once.

There has been the question of deleted scenes but there's really only one we've seen so far that I would have loved to see in the episode. Other than that, I'm just glad we get to have them all as extras. I don't think the wedding needed them though.

Another thing I'd like to add is that yes, sometimes storylines can feel rushed in shows where you have a lot of characters and especially if there are clear favorites within a fandom. There was a lot going on, but that doesn't necessarily mean any one character's storyline is less valuable than another's. I guess I'm speaking as less of a fandom member and just more as an enjoyer of the show if that makes any sense. I love all of the characters in this show, and while I would be lying if I said I liked every single storyline, that doesn't mean I wish they didn't happen. In this case, however, I loved all of the storylines and I think they all made sense together given the theme of this episode. I personally don't think any of them shouldn't have been there in favor of getting more wedding content.

Honestly, my only regret is not getting off of tumblr as soon as the final bts stuff started coming out. I'm pretty bad when it comes to guessing things so if I hadn't been aware of the theories I literally would have had no idea and it would have hit me so much harder. It still got me pretty good though.

Again these are just my opinions so feel free to ignore everything I say if you didn't feel the same. I'm happy though, and I'm going to continue being incredibly annoying about this show. ♡

[mimssides]

Insecurity

Here's my first late submission to the @loginceweek2023. Have fun and stay safe!

Read on AO3 | Masterpost

He had seen many girls like her; she carried herself as if she was better than anybody sitting in this room simply by default. Her red hair was pulled up in a neat high ponytail, her pastel green dress looking like it cost more to get professionally ironed than a single dinner for his whole family of eight. Her low heels clacked delicately on the floor as she walked from the club leader back to one of the tables which was still free.

Anyway, Logan had no time to pay her too much attention. He had to scan all the students and see if there were people he actually needed to steer clear from. People who would harass him for things beyond his control and would not take kindly to the fact that he was here not because of connections and money but because of his intellect alone.

It didn’t take long and he had spotted a group of one man and two people with nonbinary patches, who eyed him suspiciously. Their looks were stuck on his, admittedly, walked out running shoes. He had them since his feet had stopped growing during ninth grade, so they had figuratively seen some shit. He tried not focus too much on it and steered away from them. There were enough other people around, so he most likely would be able to keep his distance even if they would get put into the same group for their defence team.

A little chatter went around the room. Logan ended up standing with some women who all weren’t from the area and kept quiet and to himself but agreed and smile more or less at the right time.

Patton better be proud of him for playing nicely. It wasn’t his strong suit and he felt relief wash over him when the club president took a stand and welcomed them all. A charismatic man introducing himself as Jeff and said they would go right into it and choose their first topic to debate.

“Does living in the dorm facilities help students in their studies at the Academy or is it harmful for the students studying progress?”

They would be divided into four groups, two for living on campus and two against. Giving them 15 minutes of time to figure out their arguments and choose two speaker for each group, so they could have eight debates in total.

Logan could work with this. He got put into a group which was to debate for living on campus, and while he himself didn’t live here he had no problem to come up with arguments and help assess which ones would work the best against the other groups’ possible counter arguments. Indeed, he was so good that the others in his group quickly decided that the should be their first speaker and Logan was pleased with himself. He had proven to be competent enough without even having to prompt them to consider him.

The 15 minutes ended rather quickly and Logan walked up to Jeff with his group mate. They all repeated their names and Jeff made the match ups for the eight debates. Two rounds would go simultaneously and the first pairing was already announced as Jeff revealed that the second pairing would be: “Logan Sowa and Jewel Choi! Please get your facts ready and go over to the right side of the room. I’ll be with you in a second.”

Curiously Logan looked around to see who Jewel Choi was. And with him to the right wandered the redheaded woman from before. Here eyes, suprisingly dark, landed on him and she simply raised an eyebrow.

Well. He could work with this. He would put her down a notch or two, Logan silently decided and took his place behind the podium.

Patton didn’t like this. Logan had promised he would be done by six and come and go to dinner with him by twenty past six. It was 18:46 now, his phone display said and he nervously paced up and down. He was aware that his friend tended to be a little late for everything except for work and school related things but for Patton he usually made an excpetion and was at most five minutes late.

“Uh, do you want to call this guy?” Virgil, Patton’s third newest friend asked. “This seems to stress you out.”

Patton turned to him and smiled up. The lanky man, completely in black with eyeliner smeared under his eyes was flanked by his boyfriend Remus, Patton’s second newest friend. The pair was a rather odd one, Remus with his bright pink dyed hair and his revealing clothes with neon accents and Virgil with his dark as the night aesthetic. And yet they seemed to get along well and that was all Patton could wish for the two of them. They had already endeared themselves to him and he wanted to pat them on the head and maybe give them a second cookie or two.

“It’s okay, kiddos. Logan sometimes has troubles with punctuality. I shouldn’t worry. He’s not a child anymore after all,” Patton waved their concern off and looked back to school building.

Despite his words, Patton couldn’t help himself. He knew how Logan struggled to make new friends and that the Academy, even though he had dreamt of coming here, didn’t feel safe to him. So Patton had made it his mission to take care and check up on Logan today. Which was rather hard when his friend wasn’t here to be taken care of.

A big, gloved hand pulled him out of his thoughts. Quickly Patton turned and saw his first new friend of the year stand before him. Or well, tower over him. Patton wasn’t particularly tall and Janus Andreà was about the same height as Logan, which was pretty tall in Patton’s book. But that was where the apparent similarities of the two ended already. Janus had a rather burly statue, big chest, big arms, and a bit of a gut. His clothing was almost as dark as Virgil’s but it leaned more into a refined, toned down goth look; black blouse with some soft ruffles around the collar and a pair of two very pretty golden clasps connected with a delicate chain. He did think that the black pleated pants with thin golden stripes and the black bulgariens were a little over the top but Patton couldn’t deny that it did look good on Janus. Well, all of him looked good but that was besides the point.

“It seems you aren’t being quite honest with us,” Janus said smoothly.

Patton could not help but pout at his new friend who simply raised his eyebrow. He was surprisingly resistent to his puppy eyes and Patton was not happy about that. It also didn’t help that he looked at him with those nice brown green eyes. Really, far too distracting.

Enough with distraction though. Patton was worrying about a friend, not being strage about his new friend.

“I might be a little worried,” Patton said and pulled away from Janus’ big hand, “but it’s alright. Logan is very capable. I know he can handle himself.”

“So why are we waiting for him, if he can handle himself so well?”

Patton’s look grew stern. The pretty eyes were forgotten and he told Janus very, very calmly: “Just because people can handle themselves and are strong and independent, doesn’t mean that they don’t need to be checked upon from time to time. Especially if they are used to never being asked about how their day went and are expected to shoulder everything just because nobody has the time to look after them. So, I will wait for my friend. If you are cold or hungry and want to leave, you may. But I will wait for him and that is final. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” it came from all three men at once and Patton quickly turned back to look to the academy facilities.

A shiver ran down Patton’s spine. He hadn’t meant to-

Relief spread throughout him at the sight of Logan finally showing up around the corner. Without thinking he ran towards his friend, promptly lowering his speed as he noted the downcast look on Logan’s face. His shoulders hang low, as he pushed his bycicle next to his side, which was odd enough in itself, but damming with the fact that he didn’t even lift his eyes from the floor. No, that wouldn’t do.

“Logan!” he called and latter looked to him.

But there was no relief as he registered Patton. No, Patton realized quickly. Logan wasn’t looking at him; he was looking at his new friends and he could see his friend’s mood turning sourer by the minute.

“Logan.”

Logan had stopped in his track. Patton stood in front of him and pouted at him. Damned shall be that pout and he pulled his eyes away from him or the other people behind him.

“I’m afraid you and your new ... camerades waited for naught. I am not in a good condition to go out for dinner. Excuse the inconvinience,” Logan said blandly.

“Logan.”

Logan’s eyebrow twitched. His jaw clenched and he glared at Patton’s patronizing tone.

Angrily he tried to pass Patton and hissed: ”Let me spare you my company and just go off with your - your whatever! I’ve gotta get home now.”

Patton gripped him gently by the wrist. Of course gently, as it was how Patton did all things. Gently as the rich would all speak when they would take the last coin out of his families pocket.

“Has someone been mean to you?”

Why did Patton always have to sound so genuine? Why did his gentle not seem so damning than the others?

“It’s not worth mentioning. I made a fool of myself.”

Patton winced at the coldness of his voice. He knew his tells far too well.

“I’m sure it’s not so bad. And even if it was; there are many more days to come where you can prove how smart you really are.”

Of course, that got the tiniest smile out of Logan. Patton let go of his wrist and slung him in an awkward hug with the bycicle pressed between the both of them. Awkwardly as well Logan hugged back and looked at the people who had waited with Patton here.

“I’m still not going to eat with them,” Logan said bluntly when he pulled away.

“Logan!”

“In how many different tones are you planning to say my name tonight? It is getting rather ridciulous at this point,” Logan deadpanned at Patton’s appallment.

“They are nice people! My three newest friends! I want you to meet them, I’m sure you’ll get along great,” Patton insisted.

Logan just raised his eyebrows.

“Patton” - he pointed at the emo’s shoes - “this man’s doc martens could pay for my family’s meals for a month. We’re eight people. I’m not going to to argue with more rich-”

“They’re fakes!”

Logan blinked. The smallest man smiled brightly and pulled the emo towards him and Patton.

“Uh, what Rem means is,” the emo stuttered, “that I thrifted these and modified them to look like actual doc martens? Because I don’t make enough at the bar I work at on the weekends and my parents don’t approve of me spending their money to look, uh, like this. But you’re right. Rich people suck.”

“YEah! We suck! Down with the rich fuckers!” Rem giggled and went to high five the emo who grinned sheepishly but high-fived back.

“My fathers do not suck,” the last man said bemusedly and met Logan’s gaze. “But I can be quite the bitch.”

“Language!” Patton whined.

That was what managed to get a laugh out of Logan and the three weird individuals, who Patton had aggressively befriended, laughed with him. Maybe going to dinner with these people wouldn’t be too bad after all.

It couldn’t be true. That couldn’t be it.

Who was she trying to fool though? L30N_the_L30 was Logan. Patton had given her all of their alters. He had given him Logan’s too but she had been sure that she must have misremembered the name. That she must have messed up the numbers. But today Leo had told her that he would like her to meet his friends if she felt up to it. He had told her their alters.

It were exactly the same names that Patton had given her this lunch. To Jewel’s credit, she hadn’t flinched at Leo’s - Logan? - words. She had continued as if nothing had happened, had sung a song, had joked, and laughed with him until it was time to call it a night.

Now the rest of her life lay in shambles in front of her. The one guy from her real life friend group, who very obviously didn’t like her, who very obviously wanted her to be someone else’s problem, was the very same guy who had started chatting with her two months ago. The very same guy who made her feel okay with being himself. Who made a person out of that string of random numbers he had chosen to represent himself with. Who made his life much more bearable than it had been for years at this point.

The man who Jewel was starting to actually love so much that he wanted to take care of himself. So, that he wouldn’t worry Logan. Or Leo? Was Leo to Logan what his own alter was to Jewel? Or was Leo just a game to Logan? Was all of this just a game to him while it was the world to Jewel?

No. No, 25 - the nickname Leo/Logan had given him, knew that it wasn’t true. To Logan this world wasn’t just a game. It was his take at freedom and happiness. His chance to not be fighting for survival with some shard of decency left but to have fun and be young.

It was not the same to what 25 got out of it, but it was meaningful and special nevertheless.

This world was for Logan to be happy in. It wasn’t the only place where he truly existed, no, not how it was for 25. 25 who was just a number and would never be real. He would never breathe and joke and be happy and sing outside of the academy when he felt like it.

No, 25 would at some point simply disappear in the world of 0 and 1’s whereas Jewel would leave a few remains of some sort.

Not that it mattered. None of the people she cared about would be there. Her mother wouldn’t let them come to a funeral if there would even be one. Who knows? Maybe they would never learn of her death.

Nothing of that was important or certain though. Certain was just that Logan didn’t learn who 25 was. He should just be happy and safe in the VU. He should get a friend to whom he could vent about his amazing friends, which could get a little much or never truly understood what it felt like to feel the constant pressure of lacking money and perspective, like Logan did.

It was tragic and unfair. And yet, had it not been clear from the very beginning? Even before Jewel had met Leo, she had met Logan. Over a year ago in the debate club when they were paired off against each other. There she had seen that Logan was just so much better than her.

Yes, she might have won the debate, might have been a little more succinct, just a tad more charming. But no one in that room ever would try to go against Logan again, after he had roughly shut down stupid Kensington the II and his fan troupe. They had badmouthed him and a girl who also came from a low income family in a not very subtle way all during their first round of debates. Just after Logan and Jewel had finished up, Logan had stepped down and walked right up ahead to them. She never could grasp what it had been, how he could have done it, but for once in their life Kensington the II grew quiet with fear.

“Laura or Choi might defeat me when I stutter. But you won’t win against me when I’m black out drunk.”

Nothing else had to be said. Not a single other word was uttered about the incident and Logan won his second debate with flying colours.

How was Jewel supposed to keep up with that?

She cried into her pillow. Cried and cried as her little ice floe melted under her frozen legs and frostbitten hands. As she slowly got closer to the ice cold water until it hit her hard and rough as she knew it would. She cried and cried as the last little bit of her self curled tightly into itself and tried to not be washed out of her body.

It couldn’t hold on.

Jewel never could hold on.

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@vexelore

@exhaustedfander

@alexisrealgay

@wolfs-feder

@just-a-neoclassical-painting

@winter-jay-official

@a-ghostlight-for-roman

@mychemically-imbalanced-romance

@whattheremus

@regalredrose

@spellingwillbethedeathofme

@sarenicide

[arcanaaa]

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