#reisistance

[blacksheeptown]

New York Front Yard Inspiration for a sizable traditional summer mulch garden path in the front yard with full sun.

[makesmehappy-tiggs]

Walking back from school drop off with my partner on a beautiful fall day this morning. A parent friend asked how I was doing, and for a minute I forgot the ... catastrophe yesterday and said "good"

[criedhard]

Front Yard - Mulch Inspiration for a sizable traditional summer mulch garden path in the front yard with full sun.

[grlsinterrupted]

i hope your requests are open again but if not im so sorry!! but i was wondering if u could do a dallas winston x fem!reader where reader is having problems at home (her parents being shitty yk?) and she is just having a really bad day and shes on the verge of a break down but then dallas calls and says he needs bail but she cant bring herself to be angry or else she’ll finally break so she just agrees and goes to get him but he senses somethings wrong and tries to get her to talk to him and basically just a really really really soft dallas

sorry if thats too much😭❤️

but tysm i luv ur work🫶🏼

love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ࿔*:･ﾟ

you’ve reached your breaking point | dallas winston x fem ! reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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it’s insane how much a piece of paper dictates what you can do, what you can’t do, who you can talk to— your entire life, really. though it holds no monetary value, your report card has always seemed to define your self worth, and better yet, served as a constant reminder that you’ll never truly satisfy your parents. no matter how many hours you spent slaving away on your assignments, fighting back the urge to fall asleep right on your desk, your dedication will never be enough.

a thick silence fills the room, the only sound coming from the faint chirping of crickets and the rhythm of your rugged breathing. you’re seated on the corner of your bed, your hands shaking as you grapple onto the edges of your report card. the paper is crinkled, stained with tears and remnants of your mascara smeared across the letter ‘b+.’ the memory of your mother lecturing you about your grades replays in your head like a song you want to unhear. one single letter was enough to spiral you into a loop of madness. suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing phone. you flinch, reaching over your nightstand to answer it.

you clear your throat, sniffling. “hello?”

a familiar voice huffs out a chuckle behind the phone. it didn’t take you long to realize that this accented tone belonged to none other than your boyfriend, dallas. “hey, doll. y’know how the fuzz are, they’ve been on my ass all week.”

“dal? are you seriously calling me from jail?” your voice is shaky as you bite back your tears, the report card’s weight heavy on your lap. despite how desperately you needed to cry, right now wasn’t the time. you’ve gathered all the composure remaining in you to deal with dallas’ reckless behavior.

“listen, i’m g’na need a couple bucks for bail. you’d do that for me, wouldn’t ya?”

all you can do is sigh. of course he’d called you for bail. even though you wanted to blow up at him over the phone and tell him to pay for his own bail, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry at him. you were just as troubled as he was, if not, worse— the only difference being that you prioritized your future more than he ever would.

“sure, whatever. i’ll just- i’ll drive there right now. don’t do anything while i’m gone.”

dallas grazes his bloody knuckles against his a bruise on his cheekbone, wincing. somehow, he’d gotten into a fight with a soc while he was walking to buck’s place. granted that you’ve been silent the entire time, he could sense something was wrong with you— the way your eyes have lost that little sparkle in them, the way your head tilted downwards as the two of you walked out of the police station, and most of all, the fact that you didn’t even hug him once he was released.

despite the amount of times dallas has tried to reisist your post-jail hugs, they’re all he looks forward to while he’s stuck in his cell. your hugs blanket him with a sense of security— the kind of security he’s never had. without that subtle gesture, he felt as though a part of him was missing.

“you’ve been awfully quiet.” dallas mutters under his breath, looking down at you.

you shrug, shaking your head. “i never noticed.”

“yeah, but ya know what i notice?” he pockets his hands. “sum’s wrong with ya.”

you can feel your throat begin to close up as you reply. “nothing’s wrong, dal,” your voice begins to tremble as you tell yourself, do not cry in front of your boyfriend. “let’s just go home, now. i’m tired.”

“are ya mad at me for getting into a fight?” he raises a brow, nudging you with his shoulder. “‘cause if you are, he came onto me first.”

something in you snaps, emotions overflowing like a dam bursting. the stray tear that you’ve been fighting to hold back runs down your cheek. you’ve finally reached your limit. “i’m not mad at you for that! well- i am, but i’m just.. i’m stressed, okay?! everyone is stressing me out!”

dallas goes silent for a second, just watching you shatter in front of him. once he replies, his voice immediately softens. “y’know you can talk to me about anythin’, right?”

you gulp, wiping away the tear as you nod.

dallas runs a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his lip almost as if he’s hesitant to say something. he then begins to speak up.

“you forgot somethin’.”

he pulls you into a warm embrace, brushing his fingers through the strands of your hair as you cry into his arms. this time, the hug is offering you that sense of security that dallas yearns for. you’re finally safe in his arms, safe from all of the expectations set on you.

‘love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ..’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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[yourbuerokrat2]

very, very obviously inspired by:

@miss-saturns-stash

At first, there had been pain. A whole lot of pain. Then, there had been nothing. Nothing and .. peace. Now however, he found himself standing and without pain. And considering the person currently holding unto him rather strongly also without peace.

Muttered apologies from Q of all people were not something he really expected. Then again, he also did not expect to be alive.

"It's alright. Everything is alright. Nothing like this is going to happen again", despite being the one who just died several seconds ago, Picard knew that Q was mostly talking to himself.

"Q.." a single word. A single name that held in it several emotions, a question and a demand to be released.

Picard was not entirely released from the entitys arms as Q still kept his hands on the Captains shoulders.

Q was.. a mess. Clearly having cried, which was not something Picard had even thought Q to be capable of doing. And there was blood on Qs uniform. Not his own blood, Picard was sure. But. Picards.

A short look down on himself however confirmed that he himself was not torn to shreds. That his uniform, in fact, looked brand new.

Q had already saved Picard once from death and now he had saved him a second time.

Just this time, Picard could see the clear evidence of what he has previously suspected. Q actually cared what happened to him.

And even though in his own strange way, Picard appreciated not being dead, he did not entirely approve of the potential pattern of Qs behavior.

"Thank you, Q. But you can't keep doing this."

"Of course I can. I can.. I can stop it from happening in the first place. I will stop it before it happens."

A sigh.

"I am mortal, Q. I am going to have to die sooner or later."

"No you don't."

It was like talking to a child that was trying to ignore or live in denial of the human and mortal condition. But this was no child.

He was talking to a godlike entity who cared enough about him to fall down to the simple human expression of crying at the thought of losing him.

A godlike entity that really could and obviously wanted to keep him from death.

[solarpunkani]

im so scared of whats to come

if trump passes agenda 47 i will most likely end up being a criminal

i mean sure i want to break the bullshit laws but not by existing

i dont want to be executed because i exist

i dont want to die

im scared

im so so scared

I'm not going to pretend I have the answers or a single nugget of wisdom or fact that'll calm you and everyone down and make everything okay again because I don't.

I'll be real. I'm really nervous too! I'm trying to be calm for my friends but I'm internally freaking out. I'm trying not to be but I am.

I guess I'll just share what I'm trying to use to function. There's always--always--going to be people resisting, always going to be people fighting for better to protect their communities and loved ones. Even if it's not literally beating down Nazis Wolfenstein style, there are people fighting to preserve and build hope. I'm going to do my best to stand by them, in the ways I feel able to, and during times it feels hopeless I'm holding on to the little shreds left in my chest and squeezing them tight because yes this is awful, horrible, and shitty but I just

We've seen this before, we've seen how bad he's been and how bad he's planning to be. But we've also seen how people stand up to reisist it, throw sand in his gears, form community to help one another despite it all. I'm expecting that but tenfold now--people have seen how bad its been, how much worse he's planning to make it, and I imagine more people are going to fight it.

I'm not gonna shame you or anyone for being panicked and worried because A: that's stupid and B: I'd be a huge fucking hypocrite if I did. But people are gonna fight back in a myriad of ways, and I'm gonna do my best to help. Because what other option is there at this point?

[sleepyandobedient]

So fucking horny but at work

I'm so fucking horny I would love to edge myself completely mindless right now. But I'm scared my coworkers walk in on me.

Actually just scrolling through my GIF collection trying to reisist. It's so hard.

[pigeonteef]

aaah i couldn't reisist i had to make a @mommyclan oc lmao

this is Ratscream and yes she always looks like a truck just hit her. she had a drawn out situationship with her bestie but that didn't work out i guess and now her love interest is in daddyclan 😔😔

so in true middle school fashion our rat girl has adopted a nasty and bitter attitude. pure black hole of negativity. she is independent and very talkative but she exclusively bitches about everything that bothers her which happens to be everything all the time. and also will have a hissy fit if there's no one there to listen to her complain

anyway yeah she definitely needs some friends haha (cats that would be willing to tolerate her. mayhaps someone who can fix her 😳)

aah hope i have time to mess with her a bit and talk to some other mommyclanners although idk i'm shy aah

also ignore the weird phrasing of some things pretty pleasies im writing this at 4 am lol

[pool-floatie]

Tall Tales: part 7

lets goooo 💯💯🔥

Ok I love this cause its raining rn and I was writing a scene where its raining and its night and now IRL its r a i n i n g and its n i g h t it's like im a manifestation wizard you should all cower, oh by the way heres the rest of that fic i promised ya (I didnt promise you shit, this exists only because i am a merciful and kind God.)

Also lets play a little game of spot the metaphor/ hidden message!! Its pretty obvious if you know anything about literature !! Good luck!!

Avril woke to the surrounding warmth of the giants hand, giving them blissful comfort from the chill of their new surroundings. They wriggled around to get a better look. Kneeling, they peeked out of the large hand; A cave big enough to hold the giant at full height sheltered the pair from the slowing patter of rain outside, a shallow breeze blew through the large entrance, keeping the cave almost as cold as the outside. At least it was a bit less wet, they thought.

Avril felt a small twitch of Jaces' fingers; apparently, their stirring had awoken him.

They sunk down lower, making sure they wouldn't be knocked off if the giant made any sudden movements.

Big, drowsy, half lidded eyes blinked open, slowly landing on the little thing in Jaces palm.

Avril gave a tentative wave. Jace let out a small puff of air from his nose, smirking.

As cute as they were when asleep, he loved the humans shyness, though he was sure that eventally he would get them to come out of their shell, he had seen their spunk before, a real person behind the mask of fear.

"Mornin' " he sighed, stretching his free limbs out.

" .. Hi.." Av uttered quietly

Jace sat up slowly, minding the little being he held.

He sat up against the cave wall and admired his tiny companion. They were wonderful, short, blonde, ruffled hair framed their face and brown doe eyes looked up at him adorably.

" you sleep well, av ?" he asked, though he wanted to ask a more open question, it seemed the simple 'yes/no' questions were easier for them, baby steps.

" Mhmm" they replied

" Great " he sighed

Loking out of the cave jace saw that the rain had nearly stopped.

" hey, not sure if your too much of a morning person but, the suns about to rise... Did you wanna come watch?"

They thought for a moment, sure not being awake at the literal crack of dawn would be nice but...

" .. Yeah, sure"

Jace beamed

"Sweet. And, hey... I, I know I was, absolutely awful to you... Before.. I just, i guess I got carried away but I hurt you, I didnt even realise cause' ive never actually met a human" he rambled

" but I know that's not an excuse for hurting you and making you scared and being a complete dickbag, so, Avril, im Sorry. Im sorry for hurting you and im sorry that I teased you and-"

He was scilenced by a touch on his thumb.

" ... Jace, its - well its not ok, but, , well- thank you."

He hadnt even realised he was crying.

Jace smiled through teary eyes.

"No, thank /you/ for... Well for a second chance." he said

Av paused for a moment.

" yeah,,, a second chance" they said

Jaces smile grew and he wanted to hug the human through any means, but he reisisted knowing it would probably freak them out.

"Oh hey, it, uh, stopped raining..." avril said, breaking the scilence.

Stepping towards the entrance of the cave the two saw the sun begin its ascent into the new sky, lighting up the previously dreary dwelling to reveal a new side to it.

Outside the cave the rain left dewdrops on everything, turning the scene into a shimmering chandelier. It hilighted the mossy green rocks, cracked from age that sat just outside the cave, beyond lie a beautiful willow tree that framed the caves entrance. Rain dripped from its leaves and tapped a slow rythm on the ground

Pip, pip, pip.

A small breeze blew past, carrying the blooming scent of nature and rusting the willows leaves.

The birdsong slowly began to crescendo, announcing a new day to the rest of the forest and all who inhabited it.

Jace briefly looked away to see avrils reaction, they were enthralled, wide eyes taking in every gorgeous detail as they stood leaning off the side of Jaces' cupped hand trying to take in as much as they could.

" its beautiful..." they said, unable to look away lest they miss a single second of the mornings beauty.

"Amazing what nature does, you cant find this stuff anywhere else." Jace replied, equally enthralled.

" Thank you" avril said

" thank you? For what?"

Av thought for a moment.

" just.... This."

Jace smiled, he knew what they meant.

" yeah, of course."

The sun rose higher as the wind slowed and the pair continued admiring the stunning morning.

" hey, seems pretty clear now, you want to head back ?" jace asked

" yeah, sounds good" av said, plopping down into the massive plam and resting their arms on the cupped edges.

Jace began the trek back, following the river upstream.

"Hey, humans eat fish, right?" he questioned

"Uh yeah, what, you got a fishing pole my size?" av joked

"oh, much better" he hinted

Av turned and quirked a brow at the giant.

" what?" he said innocently

Av rolled their eyes, whatever awaited them would surely be an adventure.

[goonerrgod]

BROOKLYNS SOFT VULNERABLE SOLES WERE A LIL HARD TO REISIST

🤷🏾😴🦶🏼

[zakkusufae]

I COULDN'T REISIST. Goostarion art used can be found below! Please do show it love!

[hellsurvivr]

Rhys Ifans

*      ―    ﴾  𝙽𝙿𝙲 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  ﴿ // still accepting ( @ anon ) *tagging @carnagebled erm .... just because I can*

AGE : unknown SPECIES : demon JOB : hells grand torturer

    INTRODUCING :    aloysius. who also goes by the name of Alastair in more modern circles. the head demon, and torturer of hell.

                aloysius / alastair, is one of the handful of first demons ever created, after the creation of the knights of hell. the knights and lucifer, are the only things older than he is. he was known for his sadism and love of violence and torture     ━  making him perfect for his job.   that job being the grand torturer of hell. the one who is called in for specific souls that hell wishes to either break early, or the ones who must truly suffer whilst upon his rack. there is no forgiveness with Alastair, nor is there any potential of escaping the true limit of his sadism. not when his blade is cutting into your flesh, nor in the laughter he lets ring out in the room, as he sets about his work.

                over the years. alastair has trained many demons under his tutelage. some he calls his greatest masterpieces. and others he has simply killed or tortured himself, due to them not living up to his potential or his teaching. and in very rare circumstances     ━  he's turned souls into torturers.   that is a rarity in itself. but it happens. and when it does, Alistair knows, he has a new apprentice. someone he can shape and mould. to be his monster.

                payne and alastair first met     ━   in the bowels of hell.   upon her second trip to hell. payne took it upon herself, to taunt and insult elijah, alastairs student. and if rumours are to be believed, his grandson. it was due to payne's taunts, that alastair got involved. admiring payne for her strength of character, and also her previous escape from hell. for no one escaped his rack. but here she was again, and this time he wanted to see if he could break her. thus Alastair took over from elijah, and attempted to break the princess of hell. but much like elijah, payne reisisted. she never once screamed, she never once cried. she gave him nothing. and begrudgingly, he found himself admiring her. for he had met a multitude of souls, but none had resisted in the way payne had. and when she escaped again, he found humous in the situation. of course elijah had to go hunt her. but Alistair was amused. and couldn't wait for the day, the two would meet again.

[fukashiin]

Winou!! I wrote a Jade besties-to-lovers fic for you.. You came to my mind when I wrote it hehehe xD

It's actually a dream. I thought it was cute, so I made it into a fic

The title is (My heart belongs where your love blooms).. happy reading and hope you enjoy my random dream xD <33

OMG apart from unrequited love BEST FRIENDS TO LOEVRERS IS ALSO SUCH A GOOD TROPE IM LITERALLY INLOVEEEEEE. and yeah omg having it with someone as poised as jsde like. AND HELPOMG THE PART WHERE WE SAW HIM IN HJIS JAMMIES????? LATE NIGHT WALKS ACROSS THE OCTAVINELLE HALLWAY????? but im going to be soso fr late night walks are so beautiful and heart warming whether in a hallway or like outside on the pavement STOP. RESTING YOUR FOERHEADS AGAINST EACHOTHERH??? LAUGHING IN BETWEEN KISSESv!??? im telling u i reisist the urge to do TEN SUMMERSAULTS IN A ROW WHENEVER I SEE TRHKSE IN FICS. AND AZUL AND FLOYD BEING ANNOYED OMGG like normally i see it being abt azul that the twins r fed up with but WITH JADE IS SOO MUCH MORE CUTERRR. Hannah i was not kidding when i said that you spit out literal flowers in your works

[rhobi]

does it feel like sometimes people are so reisistant to making characters mean that it gets all sanitized, like the creator doesn’t want you or themselves to have to confront there’s some nasty people out there, it’s pretty uncomfortable, and you’re not obligated to like them? like ‘ohhh i don’t wanna make em too mean :(c i don’t want people to not like ‘em, they gotta be kinda silly!’ and then they come off as like...cartoon villains and it really clashes with the story.

like there’s a lotta ways to write a mean person. they can be cold, or physically aggressive, or really crude, or incessantly confrontational, or manipulative and unavailable, or a combo of all of the above. and just cuz this character’s mean to SOME people doesn’t mean there aren’t others they get along with just fine. there’s some damn nuance to it, come on!

[the-angel-scrolls]

Juice Newton- Angel of The Morning Part 2 (reversed)The evil we reisist ...

[sofiaarredondo1blog]

18 de agosto de 2024

Vuelvo pero tú cuando vuelves estoy esperando tu regreso duele tanto la espera pero no pierdo la esperanza de volverte a verte,nos conocimos cuando no lo imaginamos nos enamoramos pero desapareciste de la noche a la mañana aún te sigo buscando, la última vez que nos vimos fue algo inesperado pero tú distanciamiento dolió mucho eramos dos extraños de nuevo después de todo no me atrevi a hablarte, esa conexión que algún día tuvimos desapareció,se que no me perteneces pero si la pasamos hijueputa a veces,extraño tus besos tus labios muchas veces me dan ganas de saber de ti pero no me atrevo a escribirte por ti dejaría todo, estuve toda la noche con ganas de hablarte,¿Que paso con tu y yo? Trato de olvidarte pero no puedo,amaba tu interés por mi quizá no te supe valorar y por eso te perdí pero no quería perderte quizá ahora ya reisiste tu vida y yo quede en el olvido, extraño tu calor..............